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Brides of Evil
by Furrytamer and George Glass
Summary: Jackalman, possessed by the Ancient Spirits of Evil, takes four unwilling brides. (ThunderCats, rape, mind control, oral, vaginal, anal, breast expansion, M/F, F/F)
Disclaimer: We do not own THUNDERCATS or its characters, and we did not profit from writing this story.
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Cheetara awoke slowly, her head throbbing. The last thing she remembered was a fight with the Mutants. The ThunderCats had been winning, as usual, when suddenly-
Her eyes flew open, and she found herself inside Mumm-Ra's Black Pyramid. She tried to move her arms but could not; she was chained to one of the four statues of the Ancient Spirits of Evil. Looking up, she saw three other figures—all familiar—chained to the other three statues: fellow ThunderCats Wilykit and Pumyra, and, to her surprise, Chilla of the Lunataks. In the center of the room, between the four statues, stood Mumm-Ra and Jackalman.
"Of all of the mutants, the Spirits have chosen you to be their vessel,” Mumm-Ra said to Jackalman in his deep, gravelly voice. “Since the days of First Earth, the jackal has been their totem, embodying their cunning and cruelty. Be grateful!"
Jackalman looked dubious but said nothing. He was only cooperating with this scheme because Slithe had ordered him to. Although the idea of sharing in Mumm-Ra’s considerable magical power was intriguing…
Mumm-Ra raised his gray, bandaged hands, and crackling blue-black bolts of energy surged from the four statues to strike the mutant. Cheetara could feel the energy of the statue to which she was chained flowing out of it and leaping through the air like dark lightning to enter Jackalman’s body. The Mutant screeched with pain for a moment, then his tone changed, deepening, becoming more like a roar of triumph. When it was over, Jackalman hung his head for a moment, breathing hard.
“Let us go, Mumm-Ra,” Cheetara demanded. “Whatever your plan is, it won’t succeed—none of them ever do. And why are you holding Chilla? Isn’t she on your side?”
“The enemy of my enemy,” Mumm-Ra grated, “is not necessarily my friend. I paid the other Lunataks to deliver her to me, as she is needed for my plans."
Mumm-Ra walked toward Wilykit. “As for this one,” he continued, “she is too small and young for my purposes, but I have the means to change that." He raised his hands and began to chant.
"Leave her alone, you monster!" Cheetara yelled as she struggled futilely against her bonds.
Mumm-Ra ignored her and continued casting his spell. Dark energy surrounded Kit, and before Cheetara’s eyes, the prepubescent child’s body lengthened and filled out, aging until Wilykit appeared to be about the same age as Cheetara.
“What have you done, Mumm-Ra?” Cheetara demanded. “What’s the point of this?”
“You shall discover that soon enough,” Mumm-Ra rasped. He eyed the other chained women. “You all shall.”
"Is it time? I demand my brides!” the possessed Jackalman roared. He sounded as though he were speaking in five voices at once—his own, and four others that were far more terrifying.
"The time draws near,” Mumm-Ra assured him. “The stars will soon align, and the ritual can begin."
"Brides?!" Cheetara cried. Looking at the other chained women—especially the now-adult Wilykit—the ThunderCat realized that Mumm-Ra’s plan, whatever it was, would surely have horrific implications for them all.
"Lion-O and the others will stop you," she growled, trying to be menacing despite her anxiety.
"Stupid female,” Jackalman hissed. “The other mutants are causing havoc on the other side of Third Earth; while the ThunderCats fight them, we will complete the ritual undisturbed."
Cheetara now took a good look at Jackalman. Superficially, he appeared unchanged, and yet he seemed somehow bigger, more powerful. His eyes, once darting and cowardly, now glinted like black jewels, filled with malice.
"What do you want from us?" she demanded.
Jackalman grabbed her face in one hand.
"Soon, you will belong to us, the Spirits of Evil…my bride," he said cruelly, then forced his lips against hers. She could feel the crackle of powerful dark magic beneath his skin even as she tried to turn her head away. She did not succeed; in his possessed state, Jackalman had unnatural strength.
When he pulled away, she spat in disgust and snarled at him. Ignoring her, Mumm-Ra moved to the middle of the chamber. The other three prisoners were beginning to awaken, just in time to hear him speak.
"Ancient Spirits of Evil,” he intoned, “at long last, your time has come. Now, with Jackalman as your vessel, you shall take your brides. Through them you shall sire powerful warriors who shall defeat the ThunderCats once and for all."
Cheetara’s jaw fell open, and she saw the other women, despite their dazed state, have similar reactions. Behind Mumm-Ra, a stone altar appeared.
"Never!" Cheetara yelled, forcing the spirit-infused Jackalman to look at her.
"You shall be the first bride," he commanded, grabbing her and releasing her chains seemingly by thought alone, only to drag her to the altar and shackle her to it. Then he drew a jeweled dagger from his belt and quickly cut her unitard from her body, leaving her naked save for her boots.
Meanwhile, Mumm-Ra raised his palms toward the ceiling again and chanted as he stared, unblinking, at the other three females. Moments later, their eyes went blank, and they began to chant tonelessly along with him.
Then Jackalman reached down and tore his boots from his legs, then his shoulder armor, and finally his loincloth. Now, he stood naked before Cheetara.
She looked at his crotch and gasped. His member, fully erect, was more than ten inches long and nearly as thick as her ankle. Was this some enhancement by the Spirits, or had he always been this well endowed? Either way, she shuddered as she realized what the possessed Mutant was about to do.
“Jackalman!” Cheetara shouted desperately. “Don’t do this!”
He leaned toward her, leering. “Fool, can you not see that I am no longer Jackalman? From this time forward, I shall be known as Anx-Ka, the Living Spirit. But you will simply call me”—he grasped one of her breasts and squeezed it obscenely, looking at her as if he were appraising an animal he was about to buy—“Master.”
He effortlessly forced her back onto the altar, then pulled her legs apart just as easily. His plum-sized cockhead was dripping with precum.
“No!” the ThunderCat screamed helplessly.
“Fear not,” Jackalman said with heavy irony. “You will give birth to the future.”
There were no preliminaries—Jackalman simply rammed his massive cock into her. She tried to steel herself against the pain but could not hold back a scream. And then another, and another, as Jackalman’s huge member penetrated her again and again.
“Stop!” she shrieked mindlessly, her considerable courage now exhausted. “PLEASE!”
He raped her mercilessly, plunging into her depths over and over, a look of blissful cruelty on his face. Each time the pain began to dim and Cheetara thought she might be finally getting used to his size, he accelerated his pace, fucking her ever more violently. Only her chains kept his powerful thrusts from pushing her off the altar.
After what seemed like an eternity to Cheetara, Jackalman roared and thrust himself balls-deep into his victim as he flooded her with a torrent of scalding-hot semen. Cheetara screamed one final time, then fell silent as she felt both her strength and her will slip away, drained from within.
Jackalman unchained Cheetara, lifted her up by her ankles, and chained her to the statue again, this time upside down. “To increase the chance of conception,” he explained, voice dripping with cruelty. “Although I relish the thought of ravishing you again, and again.”
Without the least pause, Jackalman unchained Pumyra, who was fully awake now and screamed her defiance at him. But her protests were as useless as Cheetara’s, and Jackalman soon had her shackled to the altar, legs spread wide as he violated her as viciously as he had her fellow ThunderCat. Mumm-Ra had resumed his chanting, and Cheetara was forced against her will to chant along with him. Even though she desperately wanted to close her eyes, she found herself compelled to watch and listen, taking in every moment of Pumyra’s rape.
Jackalman chose Wilykit next. Although she now had an adult body, she was still a virgin, unlike Cheetara and Pumyra. Cheetara’s heart ached as she watched Jackalman chain her to the altar, and she summoned up just enough will to say, in barely more than a whisper, “It will be all right.”
Eyes full of terror and hopelessness, Wilykit looked back at her and said, “No, it won’t.”
Wilykit’s screams were the most horrible of all, and yet Cheetara again could not look away, let alone cover her ears, as she was forced to chant in unison with Mumm-Ra and her fellow captives. The girl’s thighs were streaked with blood when Jackalman finally returned her to her statue.
Mumm-Ra, for his part, watched the series of rapes with detachment. His physical body had died long ago, so he had no more interest in or need for sexual intercourse than he had for food or water. This scene held interest for him solely because it would mean the downfall of the ThunderCats and his ultimate triumph.
Finally, Jackalman unchained Chilla and brought her to the altar.
“Anx-Ka, unlike these weak females,” she said, indicating the others with her chin, “I wish to bear your child and sit beside your throne. Clearly, you are Third Earth’s new master, and I am pleased that you have chosen me to bear your offspring.”
This flattery actually seemed to work. Jackalman did not chain Chilla to the altar, but allowed her to strip off her own clothing and lie down. She spread her legs, an inviting look on her face, and said, “Take me. Make me your bride.”
Jackalman flashed a toothy grin. “Ah,” he said, “a female who understands her place in my regime.”
He mounted Chilla and pushed his long, thick cock into her. She groaned but did not resist; rather, she put her arms around his muscular back and began to match the rhythm of his thrusts, fucking her hips up at him to maximize his penetration.
Cheetara didn’t know which was more revolting—seeing a lowly creature like Jackalman rise to such power, or watching Chilla become his willing whore merely because of that power. But as before, she could not stop watching their fornication.
Having already come three times in the last half-hour, Jackalman lasted quite a bit longer with Chilla than he had with the others. He pumped the Lunatak hard but steadily as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her again and again, moaning with pleasure. She seemed to be enjoying the length and thickness of his cock, and Cheetara, although disgusted by the scene, wondered whether male Lunataks were not so well equipped.
Finally, after almost fifteen minutes of deep, continuous fucking, Jackalman sped up his thrusts and came inside Chilla. She screamed with pleasure, and her fingernails raked his back in her ecstasy as she came along with him. Cheetara noticed that the deep scratches healed almost instantly, and she realized that even if she were unshackled and had control of her body, she would have virtually no chance of harming Jackalman.
Chilla sat up and ran her hands over Jackalman’s chest.
“Master,” she said, inclining her head in a show of demure submission, “although you have no doubt impregnated us all, I sense that you are still not yet sated. How may we satisfy you?”
Jackalman smiled, his fangs glinting in the dim light. “You are perceptive, my bride. Mumm-Ra made a fine choice when he selected you for me. So I will let you decide how you and my other brides can best service me, to see whether you can truly satisfy me.”
Jackalman raised his hand and passed it over Chilla’s eyes. They glowed green for a moment, then faded back to their usual yellow.
Chilla walked over to Cheetara.
“We carry inside us the future of Third Earth, Cheetara. It is an unparalleled honor, and you owe your master gratitude.”
The green glow returned to Chilla’s eyes. She touched Cheetara’s shackles, and they opened at once. Cheetara realized what the green glow meant; Jackalman had shared with Chilla his power over his brides.
“Come and kneel before Anx-Ka,” Chilla said.
Inwardly, Cheetara howled in protest, but her body was no longer hers; she could only watch from within as she obediently knelt at Jackalman’s feet.
Almost casually, Chilla added, “Now suck his cock.”
Cheetara couldn’t think of anything more vile. Jackalman’s huge penis had penetrated them all and was covered in sexual fluids and a few streaks of Wilykit’s virginal blood. Cheetara wanted to scream, to cry, to vomit, to do anything but put that horrible member in her mouth, but she could not make her body refuse Chilla’s command, even though she could see and feel and taste everything as she took Jackalman’s cockhead between her lips and began to suck.
Even as Cheetara sucked him, Jackalman turned to Mumm-Ra. “You have done all that is needed here. I wish to be alone with my brides. Go and prepare a bedchamber for me and my women.”
Mumm-Ra could barely contain his shock. It had been millennia since anyone had ever dared speak to him in such a manner, as though he were a mere servant. But he realized that he was in an impossible position. His power and immortality were entirely derived from the Spirits of Evil. Jackalman—now Anx-Ka—could take those away with a wave of his hand, leaving Mumm-Ra a powerless, lifeless corpse.
This was the price of defeating the ThunderCats forever. They would no longer be the dominant force on Third Earth, but neither would Mumm-Ra. Anx-Ka was this world’s master, now and for ages to come.
“Yes, of course,” Mumm-Ra said, backing toward the chamber’s entrance.
“Yes of course what?” Jackalman demanded.
“…Master,” Mumm-Ra muttered, then slipped away in shame.
Meanwhile, Chilla was watching with interest as Cheetara continued to suck Jackalman’s cock.
“Deeper,” she commanded. “Take it into your throat.”
Cheetara couldn’t disobey, or protest, or even so much as gag. She could only swallow Jackalman’s thick cockshaft, which stretched her throat from within.
Chilla turned to Pumyra, who was simply watching, her eyes glassy.
“You—lick your master’s balls.” Pumyra had no response except to approach Jackalman from behind, kneel so that she faced Cheetara, and do as she was told.
“And you,” Chilla continued as she directed her gaze at Wilykit, “you have a new body now. Come and let me inspect it.”
Wilykit obeyed. Chilla’s hands went right to the girl’s small, naked breasts, fondling them as Chilla smiled with cruel pleasure.
“Hmm,” Chilla said curiously. “I wonder how far my control over your body goes?” Then, placing her palms firmly over Wilykit’s breasts, she said, “Bigger.”
Chila’s eyes glowed green as the girl’s breasts grew and expanded until Chilla’s hands could only just cover them.
“Oh, how delightful!” Chilla cried. “Master, shall I grow her more for you? She should be able to feed your child well, after all.”
“Indeed,” said Jackalman, placing his hands on Cheetara’s head. The ThunderCat was now bobbing her head as his cock slid back and forth in her throat.
Chilla looked in Wilykit’s eyes and saw the barest hint of shame. Then she smiled widely and repeated, “Bigger.”
Kit’s breasts grew again, not stopping until each one was nearly the size of her head. Chilla laughed heartily.
“Oh, child, this is such fun!” she cried as she squeezed the girl’s breasts lustily. “Shall I keep growing them until you can no longer hold up their weight? Until you can do nothing but lie on your back and let your master breed you again and again?”
“Perhaps later,” said Jackalman. He pushed Cheetara’s head away until his cock exited her throat with a wet pop. “It is time for YOU to satisfy me.”
He looked at Chilla, and instinctively, she knew what he wanted. And although she feared it, she dared not leave him less than completely satisfied.
“Yes, Master,” she said submissively. She bent over the altar, fully exposing her hindquarters to him.
Jackalman moved behind her and grasped her hips. Chilla thanked the Moons of Plundarr that his cock was slicked with Cheetara’s saliva.
He was not gentle with her as he forced his cock into her ass, but she made no sound of pain or discomfort. She simply gripped the altar, knuckles white, and took his enormous member as it filled her rectum and beyond. And her grip did not loosen one iota when he began to thrust into her, again and again and again.
Minute after minute she endured, panting and grunting as the others looked on blankly. The invading cock stretched her ass painfully, bruised her deeply, but she made no complaint—not even when Jackalman reached around her, squeezed her breasts in his big hands, and grew them until they were as large as Wilykit’s.
Finally, he came in her, roaring, squeezing her ass hard enough to bruise as he ejaculated a great torrent of semen into her aching bowels.
When he was fully spent, he pulled out of her, grasped her by her shoulders, and turned her around to look him in his strange, possessed eyes.
“NOW I am satisfied,” he declared with a toothy smile.
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Mumm-Ra entered the central chamber of the pyramid. His sarcophagus had once resided here, but this chamber now served as the throne room of Anx-Ka. Mumm-Ra had long since stopped thinking of him as Jackalman.
There the Living Spirit sat, contemplative, his brides around him. They were clad in white, drape-like garments that would have barely preserved their modesty if they had still been capable of modesty—or any other sentiment that only those with free will can feel. Cheetara and Pumyra stood at Anx-Ka’s sides, serving him food and massaging his cock, while Chilla lay on the floor with Wilykit, toying with the ThunderCat’s now-massive breasts. She never seemed to tire of it.
It had been only three weeks since Anx-Ka’s rise and his impregnation of his four brides, but now they were all heavily pregnant, their naked bellies immensely swollen. It would probably be only days before they gave birth.
“What is it, Mumm-Ra?” Anx-Ka demanded.
“The remaining ThunderCats—those who survived their last assault on the pyramid—have been attempting to spy on us again.”
“I am well aware,” Anx-Ka replied. “Foolish Tigra, thinking that his invisibility can shield him from my eyes, unaware that I am all-seeing. Let them spy; their end approaches.”
“And what then, Master? What is the next step after you defeat the ThunderCats once and for all?”
“I was thinking we should visit the Warrior Maidens,” the Living Spirit replied. “After all, although I am eternal, my brides will…wear out, eventually. I will be needing more.”
He laughed, and his laugh echoed off the walls, as if it would never stop.
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