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Nenyryn cared little for airship travel, yet there she was on the bow of the Bronze Knob headed for lands far from home. Her reasons for leaving were personal and guarded as far as the grubby sailors around her were concerned. They kept to themselves sparing leering glances and casual remarks. Nenyryn, however, wasn't one for sweaty cock and fleas.

Compared to the crew composed predominantly of burly rhinoceros with a few vermin creatures like skunks and weasels among them, a girl like Nenyryn was a diamond, her being a lovely young dragoness in the prime of her adulthood dressed down in fluffy black fur, sporting a tuft on the tip of her tail and big, proud, black wings. Her wings were nearly vestigial, for she could do little more than glide on them, and even that was none too reliable.

Nenyryn peered over the guardrail and watched tiredly as the clouds whisked by and offered snatches of the ocean view through their bulk. It was the early morning and though the crew paid her no special mind as to when she slept or for how long, she took it upon herself to keep up her usual hours, yet there was very little to do on the ship, as she had learned. The few books she brought along weren't enough to keep her mind occupied and as she learned, the salty sailors didn't keep many forms of entertainment. In her time aboard she had watched two of the many rhinos play a ballgame above-deck and it ended when one of the skunks intervened and tossed the ball overboard while giggling madly. Despite her front of modesty, Nenyryn was entertained when the rhinos stomped the skunk into unconsciousness.

When Nenyryn had come aboard, the yet-unseen captain's estimate had predicted two weeks of travel. It wasn't a direct route, he explained, due to a few airspace laws that civilian ships must heed. At the time she had been fine with that concession. Now she longed for solid land and things to do besides stare at the clouds and reject the odd lewd proposition.

By Nenyryn's pocket watch, it was nearly time for breakfast yet the prospect of food in the mess hall below deck was far from appealing. She tired of salted meat and jarred vegetables only three days into the voyage. Ultimately she decided it was better to eat than go hungry. She tightened up her sash and smoothed down her dusty trousers before she turned. Right there at her back was one of the skunks, a scuzzy but swarthy thing like most, if not all of the sailors. He wasn't the one whom had been most recently pummeled, but when she flinched, Nenyryn wished it had been.

"Don't sneak up on me," the dragoness warned with clear embarrassment

A smile crossed the skunk's face. It showed a hint of his teeth. "Sorry, girl. You know, the whole crew's speaking of you!"

"I know they are," Nenyryn tightly replied. "I'm like a piece of meat to them." She made to step past the skunk but he stopped her with only a grubby paw on her forearm. Though she flared her wings out in a warning, he didn't heed it.

"My advice is enjoy yourself, girl. I see you sitting in your bunk trying to read those shabby books by the lamplight," he sniggered. "A heavy dose of manslop s'what you need to keep yourself busy."

Nenyryn bristled and bared her teeth. "Never," she huffed, and with that she stormed below deck.

Bronze Knob had a modest kitchen with a competent chef whom was an unlikely fellow, him being no less a meaty, angry rhinoceros than the rest of the crew. He was alone in the mess hall as he prepared a breakfast which would be indistinguishable from dinner.

The chef's face softened when he lay his eyes on Nenyryn. "Back for more potatoes and jerky, are you?"

Creasing her snout with a smirk, Nenyryn asked most slyly as she grabbed a tray, "You're not holding out on me, are you?" She paused to inspect the tray. It was ceramic and dubiously clean. She chose not to think too hard about that.

"You get the same as everybody else," murmured the chef while he doled out steaming mashed potatoes in a heavy dollop and tough, salty slices of meat.

Nenyryn took to no seat in particular. The food was seasoned with hunger and she took some solace in how filling potatoes could be. Partway through her meal, the crew started to pour in. What had once been silence punctuated by hoof clomps on the deck above became a cacophonous din of male chatter, stomping, and clattering trays and silverware. Soon the dragon was boxed in by bulky rhinoceros sailors, their ranks peppered with assorted mustelids.

"Hey, I keep seein' this girl every time I come in here to eat," one rhino darkly chuckled. A ferret stole the meat from his tray as he peered at the dragoness. "I have yet to even learn the little lady's name!"

Suddenly all eyes were on Nenyryn and the dragoness felt a tightening in her stomach. So far she had found the crewmen harmless if not lewd but the manner in which they closed in with their hard, sweaty bodies so rank with musk was giving her claustrophobia.

"Excuse me," she timidly said as she lifted her tray and scooted to the edge of the seat. A heavy gray hand closed around her arm and the rhino whom had addressed her in the first place similarly scooted over, leaving his tray for the scavengers.

"Now now, I hear you reading-type scholarly ladies are supposed to be polite! What's your name, pretty girl?" he disgustingly crooned as he snaked a massive, calloused hand around her back. So enormous were the rhinos that their hands could easily eclipse her arms and legs. One mitt on her back was enough to cover most of it.

"Ah, umm," she whimpered, "it's Nenyryn."

"Nen-ee-rin," one of the other rhinos murmured, slapping the word around with his dumb tongue. "That's hard to remember."

"Sure is," said Nenyryn's first admirer whose heavy hand stroked her back in a manner she obviously didn't want. His fingers slipped up under her sash and pulled it off. The rhino holding her by the arm grabbed one half of her buttoned-up shirt as her admirer grabbed the other and with pathetic effort from such huge beasts, they ripped the shirt open and sent buttons flying like shrapnel.

A raucous cheer greeted her naked tits and Nenyryn squealed and thrashed. "Let go of me, don't you dare take this a step further!" she bleated. All of her struggling was for naught in such massive hands and when that first rhino to speak to her reached into her gutted shirt and fondled her breasts, she could do nothing to stop him. Though she swung at his broad snout and shrieked like murder, her paw glanced off of his craggy hide and he seemed to not even notice.

"Lookit them things," a nondescript face in the crowd muttered. "I'd cut my fuckin' horn off to paint those boobs!"

A blush seeped into Nenyryn's expression and was lost under her black fur. One rhino mitt still possessively groped her tits, alternating between them and flicking the nipples to perk them up. Lewd eyes and dirty rumbles all around made sure that Nenyryn knew the degree of the lust in the mess hall. "Please, stop," she moaned, grabbing uselessly at the groping hand.

In but a moment, soft and furry paws from behind wrapped around her middle and stroked up her belly. The fingertips dipped into her navel. The dragoness shrieked and thrust back with her elbow only to narrowly miss the ribs of a skunk.

"Tryin' to shake me off, are you!?" the musky sailor snickered just as he lunged in closer and put his chest to the dragon's back which uncomfortably but harmlessly crushed her wings.

Nenyryn screamed and thrashed but her voice was especially desperate when the skunk grabbed both tits. Her admirer, as if to give the skunk a turn, merely leaned on the table and watched coyly as the skunk pinched Nenyryn's nipples, twisted them and gave them a painful tug.

"Owww! Stop that, you smelly bastard!" Nenyryn yelped. She found herself more than able to grip his paws and pry them off but the rhinos to her left and right came to the rescue when they grabbed her wrists and restrained them. Left to his devices, the skunk giggled devilishly and palmed Nenyryn's tits. He played over them with matching rubs one way and opposing twists another way. In all this, the dragoness screamed and huffed. Hot tears of indignity ran down her cheeks.

Suddenly one voice cut well above the others. It was no more authoritative than the rest of the rhinos but merely louder, heralding a message the others would certainly agree with. "Shut up, shut the fuck up and listen!" he called, pounding his heavy fist on the table. When the chatter died down and only hushed murmurs passed through the crowd, he stepped up on the table. He had to bow his head not to bump it on the ceiling. "Everybody listening?"

Silence at last. Even Nenyryn was rapt, sniffling aside. In some bleak hope against all odds, Nenyryn hoped that this scarred and ugly rhino so indistinguishable from his kin would save her somehow. Her surprise was predictable when the sailor cracked a toothy sneer and unbuttoned the fly on his crusty, oily trousers. They flopped to the table and landed in somebody's ignored meal. Nenyryn stared at the massive gray-skinned shaft which now hung between the rhino's thighs. There it hung smelly with musk and dribbling pre from its pinkish glans just barely exposed by well-worn foreskin. The fat balls below were as thick as juicy fruits ready to be picked and Nenyryn emphatically knew that the payload they held would very soon be in or on her. Neither idea appealed.

"If everybody's listening," he chuckled as he knelt and put his crotch right over Nenyryn's cooling tray, "then hear this! Let's fuck this girl until she can't walk."

A rowdy laugh passed through the mess hall like a wave, ebbing away but flowing back strong to Nenyryn in all its cruel, lewd glory. The orator leaned forward and he dragged his balls against Nenyryn's food without seeming to notice or care. His cocktip was near her nose and there was simply no way to put it nicely: his cock smelled horrible. Unwashed musk of the potent rhinoceros variety stung her nostrils and flared her tears up again. She whined and pulled back. The two rhinos at either side and even the molesting skunk bullied her forward and her snout bumped the semi-hard length before her.

As his sticky, smelly pre smeared across the dragoness' flaring nostrils, the rhinoceros on the table chuckled darkly and grabbed the back of her skull. "Open up, girl!" he barked over the jeers of the crowd.

Nenyryn saw no escape and no means to deter the crew. She didn't doubt if she could outsmart them one-on-one but amassed as they were with lumps in their pants, she was at a loss. She didn't want to know how they might torture her into compliance so she opened her maw wide. Immediately the rhinoceros pounded his cock in and ground its salty flesh against her tongue and palate. It rubbed her teeth and made his spine tingle but nothing more, for on a rhino, even the cockflesh was a durable hide.

Hard, heated rhino flesh disappeared steadily into Nenyryn's snout. Soon the blunt tip rubbed on her throat and she gagged, winced and resisted again. Solely to defy the dragoness, the rhino pulled her head in with enormous force to spear her throat and stretch it wide around his filthy meat. Nenyryn emitted a muted squeal as she found her throat defiled and by contrast, the skunk's ever-present molestation hardly seemed to be anymore. The clothed erection which he rubbed against the small of her back was inoffensive given what was buried in her throat.

What she did find offensive was the rank stink of musk burning her nostrils. It was impossible for the rhino to buck on his knees so he forced Nenyryn to bob her head for the same effect. Her lack of suckling didn't seem to bother him. Clearly none of the musky sailors cared about consent. In open air, nobody could police them. The best any law could tell her when she got her feet on solid ground was to be more selective the next time she flew.

Nenyryn longed to deny what was happening but she did a less than stellar job of it. In her peripheral vision - when her entire gaze wasn't blocked by pelvis and crotch - she could see more hard, ready dicks all drooling pre into their respective owners' hands. Still the skunk rolled and tweaked her tits right up until he lunged his paws lower to the waistband of her trousers. His nimble fingers undid her belt and yanked open her tied fly.

For the sake of convenience Nenyryn wore no undergarments and this greatly amused the skunk whom fondled her readily available pussy. Despite her growls and the fact that she jerked with all her might against the rhinos holding her back, he found the gall to bury a finger in her and declare, "No panties and she's so wet! We scored with this slut!"

The rhino with his cock down Nenyryn's throat laughed boisterously and gripped her horns like handlebars. Drool ran down his cock and dribbled off his balls but what slobber he wasted was replaced and then some with slippery pre. "If her cunt's half as good as her face is, she's gonna be quite a lay," he remarked.

"Let's find out," a particularly gruff voice barked from behind the action. "I haven't fucked good pussy in six months and I'm gonna break your legs if you don't give it up right now, stink dog," he snarled to the skunk.

Nenyryn would have loved to see that happen, but something else occurred to her. That the skunks were such punching bags meant that him being allowed to touch her at all spoke books of her status. The rhinoceros aching for her pussy did in fact get his way, however, and the skunk was pulled off and sent pouting to the margins of the crowd. Having that smelly fleabag away was nice, thought Nenyryn, until the bossy rhino took his place. Where the skunk had just molested her with relatively soft paws, this rhino groped her tits until they bruised and he pumped her pussy with thick and calloused fingers. It felt just as as violating as the cock in her throat.

"Mmm, she is wet," the rhino murmured. His erection ground into Nenyryn's back and put a smear of pre in the fabric of her shirt much more lewd than anything the skunk could have left with his little dick.

Just on principle, Nenyryn tugged against the rhinos holding her wrists. She tried to bite the cock in her mouth and maybe she opened a few nicks and scratches but nothing dissuaded the sailor. He was even starting to really use her throat and this made his former pace seem almost tender. His ugly teeth showed in a grimace and his tufted tail lashed. "Ugh, fuck, do I cum down her throat? Paint her with it?" he rasped.

"Choke the bitch! Choke it down!" one rhinoceros cackled. A few of his fellow sailors agreed emphatically and turned it into a chant. "Choke it down! Choke it down!"

Bearing down with all of his terrible strength as his fat, wrinkled balls drew up, the rhino abused Nenyryn's throat so much that the friction burn made her want to scream. Her jaws felt like they were ready to break right open. There was absolutely nothing the dragoness could do. There was no biting or clawing and certainly no talking her way out. Making everything worse and nailing down just what a hapless bitch she was destined to stay were those savagely pumping fingers stretching her pussy out in a way her supple body didn't care for in the least. And worst of all, she knew, was the train of lusting rhinos coming towards her just as soon as the bastard on the table was through.

That climax was nearly upon the sailor whom tossed his head back, nicked the ceiling with his horn and brayed in supreme pleasure. Harder and faster still he slapped Nenyryn's face down against his loins until he finally brought her to a stop with quivering hands. Balls-deep and with male flesh twitching and quaking in her throat, he blasted his wad down into her gut. One rope became another and so on, and the sticky mess was so potent with musk and so disgusting in its viscosity that Nenyryn desired nothing more than to be sick.

The rhinoceros deep in her throat was eager to keep things moving. He pulled the dragoness back but clapped his hand around her snout just as he cleared her lips. Her first response was to gag. He grinned wide. "Look how hungry you are! You don't wanna cough that up, s'pure protein!" It was a pregnant pause as he held her muzzle shut and waited for her gag reflex to die down. Finally he released her and he brushed her cheek with his fingers. Nenyryn nipped at them and whimpered.

"All I wanted," she whined, "was to eat my food and be out of here."

Gentle, dirty chuckles came from the rhinos nearest her. A murmur came in from the further reaches. "To eat your food?" asked the rhino on the table with a smile. He squatted lower and smeared his balls into the dragoness' potatoes, twisting and wiggling to make sure they were completely covered. "All right. Lick it off, then."

This is what I deserve, isn't it? I shouldn't have left home, Nenyryn thought as she licked her lukewarm mashed potatoes off of a sailor's sweaty balls and taint. This is exactly what happens to girls like me, so thought the weeping dragoness.

Once the dragoness had cleaned most of her potatoes up, the rhinoceros behind her with his fingers reaming her pussy pushed the tray aside and hurled her gracelessly onto the now-vacated table. She jerked to sit up but before she could even make an attempt to escape, he flipped her over and two of his compatriots held her by the shoulders while he personally did away with her pesky trousers.

"Please don't do this to me, I'm a scared girl and I'm so far from home!" Nenyryn sobbed just as the once-fingering rhino put himself between her thighs. His blunt cockhead ground against her folds and she screamed, "Doesn't that mean anything to any of you!?"

"I'd tell you what it means to me, but momma told me not to say those words," a rhino gripping her shoulder said. Everybody but Nenyryn thought it was a riot.

The sailor braced his cock and started to push it into those delicate pussylips. As he spread them wide open, the dragoness yelped and thrashed and a fresh new diatribe started up. One of the more progressive of the bunch stood over the girl's head, gripped her by the jaws and unceremoniously packed his stiff cock down her throat, thus putting a bulge in it. With Nenyryn inverted like so, her nose pressed flush into his musky balls, down which went a trail of curly black pubic hair.

"Tight little pussy," the rhino sighed as he wedged in deeper and deeper. Defying the girl's walls was easy to such a brutally strong creature. The cruelty to do so in the first place came naturally to all of them.

One of the rhinos taking care of Nenyryn's shoulders amused himself with her tits until one of the skunks sneaked in under the table. He came up through the gap beneath it and the bench and straddled her. Just like that, he set his cock between her tits with a grin and he started to fuck the girl's cleavage energetically, covering those fine mounds with both his pre and his nasty musk.

Fucked from both ends with a skunk in the middle, Nenyryn understandably wept. The rhino between her legs bottomed out but only to the point that her pussy would take no more of his length. That he kept going and outright ignored her limits made her tense up and quake. The pain was unbearable, the abuse unreal, the musk sickening.

Soon the rhinos impaling her at both ends began to grind their cocks in and out of the girl. Her pussy gaped wider and wider for such a thick cock which was soon able to sink in completely. The rhino having at the girl's throat buried it balls-deep every time no matter how strongly she twitched and grunted and he often kept it buried for upwards of five or ten seconds to give her no choice but to snuffle and snort on his balls.

A far cry from the lumbering rhinos was the skunk whom gleefully fucked Nenyryn's cleavage with everything he had, sniggering like a lunatic all the while. Overpowering musk was a penchant skunks had and his drooling, greasy cock soon had those furry breasts reeking of his personal mark. Even as he fucked them, he fondled the curves and tweaked the nipples to make them sore and to keep the dragoness squirming and clenching. She did both things in spades.

Another rhino from the sidelines came up and slapped his cock down on the table near one of Nenyryn's pacified arms. "Leggo of her wrist, I want to see if she'll jerk me off," he gruffly grunted to a fellow rhino. As soon as she was let go, Nenyryn surprisingly didn't attack the skunk. Instead she reached for the rhino fucking her face and she tried to push him away. Defying him only made him sneer and he ground in harder. A moment later the rhinoceros seeking a handjob snatched her wrist and forced her to wrap her paw around his member.

"Jerk on it, girl! Don't tell me those sweet little mitts never jerked a man off before!" he thundered. The whole crowd cheered.

Nenyryn began to shyly masturbate the rhino but she was understandably distracted. Down below, the horned beast fucking her in the cunt was growing rougher and grunting in a harried way. He would soon pop, in fact, and this was a trait shared with the skunk whom had recently begun heaving and grunting himself. Him being a more energetic lay saw him let loose almost immediately after the signs began and he shot his cum into Nenyryn's cleavage and onto her neck with a delighted groan.

The skunk flopped off of Nenyryn, knocked over a mug of someone's water and hopped off of the table. Only then did another rhino come up, this one putting a knee up on the table and a heavy hand on her tits. He seemed not to care that the skunk's semen was still fresh on them and he freed up her hand from his fellow rhino's grip to put it to worn on his own heavy, gray cock.

Now look at the kind of whore you are, Nenyryn thought with the greatest of self-criticism, masturbating two of these unwashed fools, sucking on one, allowing another into you... Should have stayed on solid land!

Nenyryn's first admirer watched with a lurid smirk and he flicked his tail back and forth in mischief. "All right, boys, let's keep this somewhat civilized here!" he called over the crowd. Nobody balked. Nenyryn had given up on the notion of the rhinos calling this rape off. "We've got how many? Forty, fifty men here? And this girl's got three holes, two tits and two paws. High time to form up some lines!"

With his charisma, the admirer rounded up the attending crewmen into somewhat-orderly queuing lines. One for a shot at her mouth, one for her cunt. Another much more populated line for a go with her asshole and a mixed line for both paws and her tits. The utilitarianism of her defilement sickened Nenyryn, but not as much as the stink of rhino balls on her nose.

Another facet of her abuse became apparent when the rhinoceros having at Nenyryn's snatch began to really grunt and growl. His hips were smashing that fat cock of his home every single time and though Nenyryn was vaguely used to the pain, she definitely didn't care for it. The fucking ramped up harder and faster until it reached an awful crescendo as the rhino snorted and bucked in one more time. He emptied his nuts into Nenyryn and the dragoness shuddered unpleasantly. Immediately after his release, the rhinoceros pulled back and he left the girl's pussy gaped and drooling.

Emerging more and more as a voice of reason to keep the rest of the rhinos in line, the admirer took a look at Nenyryn's predicament and he quirked a little grin. "Actually... It's cramped in here, and the tables are all in the way. Let's take the girl above-deck and tie her up!"

The rhinos savoring the girl's paws were more eager for this new arrangement than the one in her throat but he too was coaxed down by impatient glares and angry rumblings. He returned the expressions in light of being rushed. "Fine, fine," he spat as he plucked it out of the girl's throat. He spoke over her gasping and gagging after the fact. "But first thing's first, when we get her outside, I get her cunt!"

All throughout a wild cheer, the rhinos carried sobbing and screaming Nenyryn above deck. She was lost in the swell of their bodies and the thumps of their feet on the steps and decks sounded off like rolling thunder. Eventually their formation fanned out and she was dragged squirming to the flogging posts.

Appropriately, thought Nenyryn, thunderheads brewed ahead and the sky rumbled as they ripped away her shirt and lashed her between the posts. The cuffs were made to restrain a rhinoceros and though their chains were rusty, there was no hope at all that petite young Nenyryn could muscle out of them. As the crew watched, the beast whom had been enjoying her throat stepped up with a cock still glistening with drool. He grinned wide as he picked her up by the legs and notched his penis against her pussylips.

The storm rumbled above the roar of the wind. It drowned out her scream as the rhino entered her. The cheers of the rest of the crew rose above the chaff.