Where the Bad Guys Always Win

The Fishmen of Amzot!

Tara hummed to herself as she wandered the jungles of Amzot. Her husband, Zandor, was out on a hunt with their son Dorno. The rest of the Herculoids—the mighty rock ape Igoo, the laser dragon Zok, the mighty beast Tundro, and the shapeshifting blobs Gleep and Gloop—were off doing their own things. For once, there wasn't some kind of alien invader trying to take over their primitive planet, so the group was living in peace.

Suddenly, she heard a rustling in the bushes and stopped still. Tara searched around, hoping that it was just a wild animal. Though she had some self-defense lessons, Tara tended to rely on Zandor and the other Herculoids for protection. Feeling nervous, she tentatively stepped back, intending to run back to their home, where hopefully Igoo or Tundro could help her.

That was when the hidden enemies struck. Several large, green men leaped out of the bushes and ambushed Tara. Shrieking in fright, Tara attempted to escape, but she was quickly caught. Upon looking at them more closely, Tara realized these were Fishmen from the depths of the ocean! Zandor had mentioned them before as a long lost race of conquerors that were wiped out centuries ago, but it seems they weren't as extinct as previously thought!

Two fishmen grabbed her arms and despite their slimy skin, they held a firm grip on Tara. She wasn't going anywhere. The fishmen growled and soon surrounded their captive, cutting off any escape route. Tara screamed for Zandor or the Herculoids to help, but much to her dismay, none of them were around. One of the fishmen walked up and snarled in her face, then smiled as he looked over her voluptuous body. While he pulled up her skirt and inspected her underwear-clad pussy, another fishman came up and started tracing his fingers along her large breasts, apparently pleased by what he saw. Tara tried to struggle, but she was far too weak to break free.

Apparently satisfied by their prey, another fishman came up with a circle of vines and began tying the helpless woman up. Once she was bound tightly, the fishmen hauled her away. She grunted as one of the fishmen slung her over his shoulder, then started yelling for them to let her go. The fishman carrying her rubbed her ass as he carried her towards the ocean. Tara was initially terrified, thinking that they were going to force her underwater and drown her, but then a freaky-looking submarine appeared, and the fishmen took her inside. Tara watched as the hatch closed, afraid it would be the last time she saw the surface ever again.

After throwing her into a room for storage, the fishmen left Tara alone as the sub descended into the ocean depths. She tried to wriggle out of the vines, but they were too tight. Some time later, she felt the sub stop, and moments later the door opened and she was dragged out. Tara was afraid that they were going to dump her into the depths, but was surprised when she left the sub to a large, domed city, with breathable air. She didn't have much time to admire the unique architecture, though, as she was pushed along into the large castle at the center of the city.

Once she arrived in the throne room, Tara was forced to her knees and untied. Looking up, she saw a much larger fishman, wearing a cape, and sitting on a large throne. She correctly guessed that this was the King of the fishmen. Smiling, the king got up from his throne and walked down to Tara. He introduced himself as King Tarnoz, and his race once ruled the planet of Amzot until an ancient race drove them underground. But now they're gone, and they are eager to once again rule over the planet. But to do that they need forces, which is why Tara was here. He cupped his chin and explained that she was going to be his breeding slave and give birth to many powerful warriors.

Repulsed by his plan, Tara lurched back and tried to run away, but since she was surrounded by fishmen, she wasn't going anywhere. Tarnoz grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away to get started, as the other fishmen laughed at her plight. Tara tried to pry herself away, but his grip was far too strong. Eventually, they reached the king's bedroom and he threw her onto his seabed.

With fear overwhelming her, Tara scooted back on the bed as Tarnoz removed his cape. The crotch of his body started to part, and Tara could see a large, green, slimy, erect cock poke out. She screamed as the powerful fishman grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him, then reached down and tore off her clothes, leaving her naked. Tara tried to kick her captor away, but her feet kept sliding off his slick skin. He was able to easily part her legs and position the cock right at her entrance. Telling her to bear him strong children, Tarnoz slammed his cock in.

The intense violation caused Tara to scream loudly, her body feeling like it was being split apart. Tarnoz not only had a much bigger body than Zandor, but his cock was much thicker as well. Tara groaned as the horrible tyrant slammed his cock into her cunt. When Tarnoz pushed in as far as he could go, he sighed and savored the feeling of her pussy wrapped around his cock. It had been centuries since he had fucked a human woman, and he had missed it so, so much. Once he had recovered, he gave Tara a cruel smile and began to piston in and out of her as hard as he could.

As much as Tara despised being raped, the fishman's large cock, combined with the slimy skin coating her sensitive body in his mucus, soon caused a warmth to spread through her body. Her giant boobs bouncing up and down hurt, but Tarnoz was too entranced by them and grabbed the large funbags. The feeling of his webbed hands over her tits caused Tara to moan as pleasure washed over her. She didn't realize it, but she had completely stopped fighting the man raping her. Tarnoz leaned down and kissed the woman, snaking his long tongue into her mouth. Tara moaned as she opened her mouth for him, gagging as he jammed down her throat. The more helpless Tara felt, the hotter she became.

King Tarnoz continued to ravish the blonde woman, delighted to have a breeding whore who could actually take his powerful thrusts. Tara felt her internal defenses collapsing around her, and cried out an apology to her husband as she had a massive orgasm. Any pain Tara felt had long since washed away, replaced by pure pleasure as her body melted in the king's hands. She hated feeling like this, not wanting to betray her loving family and friends, but then she convulsed as another large orgasm wracked her body.

Though he tried to hold out as long as he could, Tarnoz eventually reached his limit and dumped his seed into her womb. Tara panted on the bed, completely exhausted, feeling full and strangely good. The king grinned at his handiwork and cupped her chin, telling her she would make a fine brood mother, and that she would be seeded by his finest warriors, giving birth to not just dozens, but hundreds of mighty fishmen. Tara screamed upon hearing that, but deep down she knew there was no way she could stop it.

Over the next few days, Tarnoz continued to ravish Tara's body, making sure to dump his seed in her cunt. To make extra sure she got pregnant, he made sure that her food had been laced with a fertility drug. As the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months, Tara realized he was right about everything. She saw her stomach swell up something fierce, and while she still hated what was being done to her, she didn't resist it in any way. After a few months, she would soon give birth, and about a dozen small fishmen came out of her pussy. Tara watched the servants take the babies away to be raised as warriors, tears filling her eyes as she knew she was going to go through this cycle many, many more times.

Several years later, Tara grunted and moaned as another elite fishman warrior fucked her hard. Her tits had grown almost twice as large due to her many pregnancies, and often other servants would come by to suck her milk out of her tits using a machine. She never had a say in how she was treated and none of the evil army ever acknowledged her as anything but a fuck toy and breeding whore. For the most part, she was confined to a single room and spent her day being fucked again and again until they could confirm her pregnancy. And every time, she gave birth to about a dozen babies. She had lost count of how many fishmen she had given birth to, but knew it was at least close to triple digits, if not over. And thanks to a tightly regulated diet, her body hadn't suffered any ill effects and she was always horny.

Any thought Tara had of escaping had long since vanished from her mind. Even her loving husband and son were but distant memories. Most of her thoughts now were of being fucked and giving birth. Once the last warrior dumped his load in her cunt, Tarnoz came in with a smile on his face. Thanks to her, they had expanded their army significantly, and with fishmen aging to maturity very quick, the army was ready to invade the surface world. To help out, he told her that a few of his soldiers detonated heat bombs in the arctic, resulting in much of the land being flooded, reducing any real resistance. As the realization hit Tara, Tardoz grinned and confirmed her fears, as the flooding did indeed wash over the Herculoids.

King Tardoz patted Tara's stomach, telling her to continue giving birth to strong warriors before leaving.

Tara, realizing she was responsible for her planet's downfall, sobbed.

Then another fishman warrior came in, ready to breed her.

Sniffing back her tears, Tara spread her legs, accepting her destiny.