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Bred: Cheetara's Ordeal
by George Glass
Summary: Cheetara is abducted for breeding by a race of aggressive, virile aliens and finds that there is no hope of escape. (rape, gang rape, impregnation, m/f, Thundercats, violence)
Disclaimer: I do not own THUNDERCATS or its characters, and I received no payment for writing this story.
Note: This story is based on the original THUNDERCATS series from the 1980s.
Note 2: I wrote this story some time ago but thought it was too extreme for AFF. However, recent experience has shown me that there is nothing too extreme for AFF, so here it is.
Note 3: This is pure fantasy. In real life, rape is never okay.
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Cheetara raced toward the edge of the forest. Out for her morning high-speed run, she was finding the heat of Third Earth’s sun unusually oppressive today, and she looked forward to finishing in the shade. Also, this particular forest was the abode of the Warrior Maidens—long-standing allies of the Thundercats—so she knew the forest would be free of roving Mutants and other potential threats.
Or so she thought. Just as Cheetara streaked into the forest, she heard a “bang!” from above. She looked up to see a weighted net descending upon her rapidly. It was too late to avoid it; her super-speed made her fast but afforded little maneuverability.
The net closed around her, not merely entangling her but gripping her body like a python. Still moving at high speed, Cheetara crashed to the ground and slid several feet through the dirt and weeds before her tremendous velocity dissipated. Sprawled on her stomach, she turned her head and saw a huge figure leaping down from the tree branches above. The sun was at its back, so she could not see more than its outline—a large humanoid of some kind.
“Let me go!” Cheetara shouted as the being picked her up and slung her over its shoulder, next to some sort of large-barreled gun that it must have used to fire the net. “Release me, before the other Thundercats find you and force you to.”
The creature snorted and, in a deep, male voice, said, “Good. We will kill the males and take the females as easily as we have taken you.”
Cheetara quickly discovered the thrashing and writhing against the net was useless, as movement only seemed to make it tighten more. Besides, even if the net were to miraculously drop off, the huge man’s iron grip around Cheetara’s legs seemed inescapable.
Judging by the distance between her head and the ground, Cheetara surmised that her captor was at least 7 feet tall. Blue-gray fur covered muscles larger than those of any Thundercat she knew; even Panthro would seem puny standing next to this creature.
As her captor walked on, Cheetara could hear screams and shouts from somewhere up ahead. They all sounded female.
“Why are you attacking the Warrior Maidens?” Cheetara demanded. “Surely they’ve done nothing to you!”
“We need strong females for breeding,” the huge man said lustily. “We will take the best of them to our world and leave the rest behind. That is the way of the Olanites.”
Cheetara’s head spun with terror. Breeding? Somehow, she had to get away, both for her own sake and to help the others. But at the moment, there was simply no escape.
The Olanite carried Cheetara up a ramp onto some sort of spacecraft. He passed through a door at the top of the ramp, then a second door nearby, stopping in a short corridor with a row of 5 open steel doors. Beyond each door was a 5- by 7-foot cell. There was no bed, but the floor and walls were padded, and there was something that looked like a retractable sink and a commode in the back.
The man tossed Cheetara backside-first onto the padded floor of the first cell and leered at her. For the first time, Cheetara could clearly see the Olanite’s face: short fangs protruded from his upper jaw over his bottom lip, which was curled with a mix of disdain, malice, and lust. His yellow eyes were bright and piercing.
“My name is Groth,” he growled. “Soon you will know me very well.”
He laughed cruelly as he slammed the solid steel door shut, leaving Cheetara in near darkness.
***
Soon, Cheetara felt the deck beneath her vibrate. They were taking off.
Still bound by the net, she rolled herself over to the door and felt around it, trying to find a weak spot, or maybe an access panel she could force open to hotwire the lock. There was nothing. The door was inches thick, and all access to its controls appeared to be from the outside. Not that any of that would have been very helpful, given that she hadn't yet found a way to escape the net.
Cheetara inched over to the wall between her cell and the next and tried whispering through it. “Willa, Nayda, can you hear me?”
When there was no response, she tried again, more loudly. Nothing. When she got one foot close enough to strike it against the wall, there was no sound, and it became clear that although she could hear noise from the hallway, the cells were soundproofed from each other.
Soon, the vibration shifted, making it clear to Cheetara that the ship had left Third Earth's atmosphere.
A few minutes later, light began to stream through a little square window in the steel door. Just as Cheetara began to consider how she might get to her feet to take a look outside, an Olanite face appeared in the window—slit-pupiled bright-green eyes, a strong jaw, and a mouth with fangs a bit shorter than Groth’s.
“Excellent,” the creature said. “This one looks especially strong and healthy. I look forward to impregnating her.” His voice was like heavy gravel.
Another set of footsteps approached. When the second being spoke, she recognized the voice as Groth’s.
“We shall see, Leader Thruun.”
The window slid abruptly shut.
***
Perhaps half an hour later, the cell door opened. Cheetara blinked at the bright light that flooded in past Groth’s silhouetted figure in the doorway.
“Time to prepare you,” Groth said. He lifted her net-bound body up over his shoulder and carried her out of the cell, down the hall past the other cells, and through a door just beyond them.
Cheetara didn’t try to fight; she was more interested in information. “Why are the walls between the cells soundproofed? Are you afraid the Warrior Maidens and I will form a plot to escape?”
“Not at all,” said Groth. “Escape is impossible. We simply believe that communicating with the others will slow your acceptance of your new life.”
Cheetara didn’t like the sound of that.
After a short trip down another corridor, Groth opened the door to a room Cheetara had not yet seen. Like her cell, this new room was padded, but it was far larger, perhaps 30’ on a side. There was also an X-shaped table of sorts, with padded cuffs attached to the end of each of its arms. Opposite the door was a row of portholes that looked out into space. The pinprick stars were like cold, distant eyes in the dark.
Groth tossed Cheetara to the floor and pulled a big knife from his belt, making the Thundercat gasp. Grasping the net near Cheetara’s right hip, he cut a 2-foot gap into in the net right where she kept her retractable quarterstaff. He took the weapon from her and made it extend.
“An amusing toy,” Groth said, “but you will no longer need it.”
He retracted the staff and dropped it into a chute on the wall. There was a hissing sound, and then, through the portholes, Cheetara watched her weapon float away into space.
With one arm, Groth lifted Cheetara to her feet. She was shocked by his strength; even Panthro could not lift her so easily.
The big Olanite held Cheetara by the wrist and cut away the rest of the net. When he finished, he moved to sheathe his knife, and Cheetara saw her opportunity. With her free arm, she punched Groth in the chin as hard as she could.
Later, Cheetara would be unable to decide which had hurt more—the pain of her knuckles striking Groth’s stone-like jaw, or the off-hand slap he gave her in return that sent her sprawling on the padded floor. Her head spun; he’d hit her with only his open hand, and yet he had nearly knocked her senseless. Groth looked down at her and chuckled.
“No female is strong enough to harm an Olanite, little kitten.” He pointed to the X-shaped table. “Now that you have learned that, lie down here.”
Cheetara froze. She dreaded what would happen if she got onto the table, and yet she feared the consequences if she didn’t. With these opposing fears battling in her head, Cheetara could only lay on the floor where she had fallen and stare at Groth with blank, animal fear.
Snorting in irritation, Groth yanked Cheetara to her feet. He grabbed her left breast in his huge right hand and squeezed it hard, making her whimper in pain.
“You,” he growled, “will learn to obey, female. The only choices you will have from now on will be to do as you are told, or to be punished and then MADE to do so.”
Groth released Cheetara’s wrist and looked at her with cruel curiosity, waiting for her response.
Wordlessly, Cheetara lay down on the table.
“Very good,” Groth rumbled. He walked around the table and closed the soft restraining cuffs around each of her wrists and ankles, so that her body was kept in the same X shape as the table. He drew his knife again and slit her unitard from her outer thigh to her neck, then ripped the garment away from her body. He held the ruined unitard up to her eyes.
“You will never need this again, either,” he said.
Groth went to the wall chute and disposed of the unitard. Returning to the table, he pressed a button under its side that caused the two arms of the table to which Cheetara’s legs were strapped to move apart, spreading her thighs and fully exposing her now naked pussy. The Thundercat bit her lip in fear; if she had had any doubt that she was going to be raped, it was gone now.
The door opened, and five more Olanites entered, including Thruun. Until now, Cheetara hadn’t seen any of her captors other than Groth and Thruun, and she was surprised how much they differed from one another. Their eyes were of different colors and had pupils of various shapes, their fangs were of different lengths, and although they each had fur, some had more than others, the rest of their bodies being covered with skin or scales.
Regardless of their physical differences, all of the Olanites looked at Cheetara with undisguised, predatory lust. All were naked and, much to Cheetara’s horror, each sported a huge, erect penis. The smallest looked 10 inches long! And all were thick—at least 2 inches in diameter.
Thruun, who was the tallest of the five Olanites who had just entered, stepped forward.
“Once again, Groth, well done,” he said as he moved between Cheetara’s spread legs. His hand ran through her hair and down her neck, over her breasts and stomach, and down to her pussy, where it rested. “Very well done. She shall be even more attractive when her belly is swollen with my son.”
He grasped his cock, which was a good 14 inches long and as thick as Cheetara’s forearm, and leered at her. She was terrified; there was no way she could take that monstrous thing inside her.
“No,” Cheetara gasped, her terrified voice almost a whisper. “No!”
Thruun smiled evilly at her and used his hand to open the lips of her vagina. He guided his cockhead, glistening with precum, to her opening and began to push it inside.
“AAAAAAAAAH!” Cheetara screamed as Thruun forced the head of his massive organ into her. Cheetara had had sex on several occasions, but the size of the Olanite’s cock was such that she might as well have been an eight-year-old virgin being raped by a grown man. Or possibly a horse.
Cheetara screamed again for every inch of cock that Thruun worked into her. The pitch of her screams grew higher when his cockhead finally struck her cervix, at which point he began thrusting brutally in and out of her.
The only blessing was that it didn’t last long. Thruun’s cruel, animal fucking of Cheetara went on for only two minutes or so; then he half-grunted, half-roared as his hands clamped down painfully on her thighs and his semen poured into her. The sheer amount was unbelievable; she could actually feel the hot, thick liquid filling her cunt and overflowing her cervix into her womb. When Thruun pulled out, huge gobs of semen oozed from her gaping pussy and splattered on the floor.
Cheetara gasped in relief at having Thruun’s enormous member out of her, but the feeling was short-lived. No sooner had the Olanite leader stepped out from between Cheetara’s thighs than Groth moved to take his place. It was the first time Cheetara had seen Groth’s penis, and she whined involuntarily in fear; it was just as thick as Thruun’s and perhaps an inch longer.
A tear leaked from her eye as Groth, grinning lustfully at the Thundercat female, forced his manhood into her. Unlike Thruun, Groth made his initial thrusts slow, pulling most of the way out each time and then forcing the entire length of his cock back in again, pressing painfully against Cheetara’s cervix to the point of forcing it open slightly with every slow, powerful thrust. It was agony, mentally and physically, and it was clear that Groth wanted her to feel every moment of it.
After a few eternal minutes of slow, torturous thrusting, Groth increased his speed, ramming into Cheetara again and again. His hands traveled up her body to her breasts, gripping them tightly as his cock moved in and out of her. She gritted her teeth and prayed for the end to come soon.
It did. Groth squeezed Cheetara’s breasts painfully hard, thrust all the way into her, and came even more prodigiously than Thruun had. Cheetara thought she could feel the Olanite’s hot spunk shoot straight into her uterus, invading her like a barbarian army. The Thundercat cried out in despair; if the Olanites were indeed capable of breeding with her, then surely she would be pregnant with an unwanted child very soon.
Groth moved away, and one by one, the others took their turns with Cheetara. Each one fucked her hard, hurting her inside, then filled her with an impossible volume of cum. And when the last one finished, they began again: Thruun, then Groth, then the others. It went on for nearly two hours, long after Cheetara no longer had the energy to scream.
When it was over, one of the Olanites released Cheetara’s limbs from the padded shackles, hoisted the Thundercat onto his shoulder with ease, and carried her back down to the cell block. He tossed her on the padded floor of her cell and closed the door, at which point warm water began to cascade from the ceiling. A soap dispenser appeared from the wall near the door.
“Clean yourself up,” the Olanite said through the window in the door. “The water stops and the drying cycle begins in four minutes.”
Cheetara cleaned herself as best she could, weeping all the while.
***
Shortly after the shower, food appeared from a slot in the wall. Cheetara ate but barely tasted it; she was numb from her ordeal.
Later, about twelve hours after Cheetara had been taken from her cell for her gang rape, she heard a shout from the hallway.
“Where are you taking me?!” cried a voice that was obviously Willa’s. Then the door to the cellblock slammed, and Cheetara heard nothing more until it opened again two hours later, and Cheetara heard water running through the pipes. The cycle repeated another twelve hours later, presumably with Nayda.
Then, after another half-day passed, the process began again. Cheetara was taken from her cell by one of the Olanites, strapped to what she now knew was called the breeding table, and raped over and over, just as before. Another day and a half later, it happened a third time.
A few hours after the third rape session, the cell door opened, to Cheetara’s surprise. It was Groth; he had news for her.
“The breeding sessions are over,” he told her. “Unless you and the other females are completely barren, all of you are no doubt pregnant now. In two weeks, just before we land on Olan, we will test you to find out which Olanite impregnated you, and you will become his property.”
“Why are you doing this?” Cheetara asked. “Why come so far through space to take me and the Warrior Maidens? Are female Olanites not good enough for you?”
“There are no female Olanites,” Groth responded with unusual patience. “There never have been.”
“How-?” Cheetara began.
“When the first of us emerged, there were already three separate humanoid species on our planet, each warring against the others for supremacy. The first Olanite was born from one of these species. He resembled them, but he was stronger, tougher, and far more virile. More importantly, his reproductive genes possessed great adaptability, being able to make themselves compatible with those of any of the three species.
“He hid his differences from the others of his race and became a great soldier, which gave him the opportunity to impregnate females from the enemy species, as well as his own. All of his offspring were male, and each shared his strength and virility, and his adaptable DNA. Soon, they spread over the planet, making every female their own. Many were raped, of course, but many others were willing—it is, of course, every female’s deepest desire to be bred by a superior male, and the Olanites were superior to all.
“When we Olanites became masters of our planet, we renamed the world after our place of origin—the city of Olan, on our northernmost continent—and began to make plans for the future. Native females were becoming rare, you see. So we resolved that males who were of age would journey to the stars to find new females. We would seek out only the best, whose genes would make our race ever stronger.
“And so, each Olanite, when he reaches maturity, may make three journeys to hunt for females with qualities that could benefit our people. He may keep as many as he can capture and impregnate. If he can do so at least once in those three journeys, he may take another three; otherwise, he is declared unfit and may journey no more.”
“But,” Cheetara asked, “why do your people seem to resemble the Mutants?”
Without warning, Groth slapped Cheetara across the face, knocking her to the ground. “Mutants!” he shouted. “Never speak of them! They are a source of shame, our people’s genetic excrement.”
Scowling, he explained. “When we first began to voyage to the stars to hunt for females, we forbade those of us who were clearly inferior to make these journeys. But a few of the least worthy Olanites stole a ship, found the nearest planets with something resembling intelligent life, and mated with every female they could find. Many were no more than animals. And thus, they created a race of inferior beings, fecund but lowly in every way.
"These days," he added, "we castrate those who are obviously inferior, to prevent such things from happening again."
He turned a leering eye on Cheetara. “But I am not here to tell you stories. I am here because, now that you are surely pregnant, any of us can make use of you at any time until we return to Olan. And I intend to.”
Cheetara saw Groth’s huge erection begin to rise beneath his loincloth.
“Now get on your knees, and open your mouth.”
She considered resisting—fighting back, or even biting his penis—but she knew there was no point. Even if she somehow completely disabled Groth, there was no way out of the cell block, and certainly no way off the ship.
Instead, she obeyed, sinking to her knees and opening her mouth. Groth forced the head of his huge cock in, stretching her lips wide.
“Suck,” the Olanite commanded.
Cheetara did as she was told. Apparently, it was to Groth's liking, because he smiled and made a deep sound of pleasure.
"Yes," he said, noticing her watching his face, "look up at me as you suck my cock. Remember that you are only safe as long as there is a smile on my face."
Cheetara continued sucking. She hated herself for doing it, but she tried to bob her head a little to increase his pleasure, hoping to end her oral rape more quickly and to avoid a beating. Groth did indeed seem to like it, but soon he grabbed her head and began thrusting in and out of her mouth, each time a little more deeply, until her mouth was stretched painfully wide and his cockhead began jabbing at her throat. She tried to swallow to keep it from choking her, which enabled Groth to fire what seemed like a pint of cum down her throat.
As soon as he let go of Cheetara's head, she fell to the floor, coughing violently.
"Not bad," said Groth as he departed the Thundercat's cell, "but I will expect your skills to improve."
***
Cheetara had barely recovered her breath when her cell door opened again and another Olanite, whose name she didn’t know, entered her cell, wordlessly forced Cheetara down, got on top of her, and raped her until he came. When he opened the door to leave, Cheetara could hear screams from Willa and Nayda’s cells; presumably, they were receiving similar treatment.
This went on all day and night. Olanites would show up whenever they wanted and rape whomever they wanted, however they wanted. Cheetara had thought nothing could be worse than the hours-long gang rapes she had suffered, but at least those had been predictable: You knew when they would come for you and more or less what they would do to you. But now the Olanites took her whenever they liked, day or night, and they used her in many different ways.
The first afternoon was especially bad. One of the lower-ranking Olanites—a red-furred, thickset one named Beok—had entered Cheetara’s cell and told her to get down on all fours. Cheetara complied; she had been raped in this position several times, so it was nothing new to her. Nor was she especially surprised by the sudden discomfort of a thick Olanite finger sliding into her anus. But then he removed it and grasped Cheetara’s hips, and Cheetara felt the bulbous head of Beok’s twelve-inch penis at the entrance to her rear passage.
For a moment, all memory left her. She forgot to obey and forgot the consequences of not doing so as fear flooded her and drowned out all thought.
“No!” she screamed, trying to crawl away. Beok grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face into the padded floor so forcefully that she couldn’t breathe. As Cheetara struggled for air, Beok took advantage of her distraction and shoved the head of his thick pole into her virgin anus.
“AAAAAAAH!” Cheetara shrieked. The thick cylinder of Beok’s shaft stretched her asshole far wider than it was ever meant to stretch, and the feeling was like fire.
“STOP ! PLEASE! PLEEEEASE!” the Thundercat howled mindlessly.
“Get used to it, bitch!” Beok shouted. “When you become MY female, you’ll have my cock up your asshole every night! Now have some more!” He thrust, pushing a few more inches into Cheetara’s bowels.
“AAAAAAH!” she screamed again. Then Beok began thrusting rhythmically, and Cheetara’s cries took on the same rhythm. “Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!” she shrieked until she became so tired and hoarse that her screams devolved into grunts of agony.
Cheetara’s whole world was pain; it was the huge, invading cock deep in her rectum that dragged fiery agony across her overstretched anus with every push and pull. She knew, felt, thought only pain, and she wished for nothing save that it would end.
Finally, the giant, intruding monster released its searing-hot load into Cheetara’s bowels. She barely felt Beok’s claw-like mails digging into her ass as he came; she didn’t hear his triumphant shout of ecstasy; she only felt the gusher of his semen burning her insides like molten lead.
He pulled out of her and left her on the floor, laughing cruelly at this sight of her gaping anus as it leaked copious amounts of his semen.
“Don’t worry,” he said with a vicious grin. “You’ll get used to it after the first twenty or thirty times.”
Cheetara wept.
***
The rapes went on and on. She was violated almost every hour of every day, sometimes barely having enough time for a drink of water before another Olanite entered her cell to abuse her. Her entire world became nothing but a series of huge, cruel cocks, penetrating her body roughly, painfully, deeply, depositing what added up to gallons of semen in her womb, stomach, and bowels.
After almost two weeks, one of the Olanite crew entered Cheetara’s cell and took a sample of her blood. Then, an hour later, the same Olanite came and escorted her from her cell into the breeding room. The whole Olanite crew was there, waiting.
Willa and Nayda were there, too. Willa seemed exhausted and kept her eyes cast down, never looking Cheetara or Nayda in the eye. Nayda looked even worse; her eyes were red and puffy, presumably from crying, and her posture was slumped. All of her former pride and fierceness were gone.
Thruun, the leader, spoke. “Today, we learn which of us has impregnated each of these females. From this moment forward, each female will belong to that Olanite alone, and no other may touch her without permission.”
He took three slips of paper from his pocket and looked at the first one. Then he walked over to Willa. “This one,” he said triumphantly, “belongs to me!”
Willa had no reaction. She didn’t even look up.
Thruun then walked over to Nayda. “This one belongs to Beok!”
Beok looked at Nayda with an evil, victorious grin. Nayda burst into tears.
“And this one,” Thruun said, stepping over to Cheetara,“belongs to Groth!”
Cheetara wasn't surprised. Somehow, she'd known it would be him.
"Now," Thruun continued, "take these back to their cells and prepare for landing."
So this is it, thought Cheetara. I am Groth's property, and I will bear his child. And he will rape me whenever he wishes.
She tried to find some glimmer of hope in the situation. Maybe the other Thundercats would come to rescue her. In fact, she was certain that they would try.
She was far from certain that they would succeed.
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