Chapter 7: Depravity and Desecration

The alpha beastman, resplendent in his fur-lined regalia, sat on his throne-like chair, his eyes gleaming with a twisted light as he gazed at his two nieces, Varda and Velta. The two beastwomen, sisters and daughters of the alpha's brother, stood before him, their faces pale and frightened. "Your mother has been... accommodating," the alpha said, his voice dripping with malice. "I'm sure you'll make excellent additions to our family, just like she has." As he spoke, the alpha gestured to the side, where their mother, Vora, was held down by several beastmen. The alpha climbed onto her, his member emerging from his loincloth as he began to thrust into her vagina. Varda and Velta looked on in horror, their eyes wide with shock and disgust. The alpha's laughter echoed through the cavernous space, his eyes gleaming with pleasure as he continued to assault Vora. "You might be getting a new sibling soon," he said, his voice dripping with sadism. "You'll have to learn to get along with them, just like you've learned to get along with me." Varda and Velta looked at each other, their faces reflecting a mixture of fear and despair. They knew that they were powerless to stop the alpha, that they were trapped in this twisted world of beastmen and forced to endure their depraved desires. As the alpha continued to assault Vora, Varda and Velta felt a wave of revulsion wash over them. They had always known that their uncle was a cruel and twisted individual, but this was a new level of depravity. They realized that they were living in a world where the strong preyed on the weak, and they were just pawns in the alpha's twisted game. The alpha's assault on Vora continued, his grunts and groans filling the air as he brought himself to climax. When it was over, he stood up, his chest heaving with exertion, and gazed at his nieces. "You'll make excellent breeders," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I'll make sure to take good care of you, just like I take care of your mother." Varda and Velta looked at each other, their eyes welling up with tears. They knew that they were trapped in a living nightmare, forced to endure the twisted desires of their uncle and his beastmen. The thought was almost too much to bear, and they felt a wave of despair wash over them as they realized that they might never escape.