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Abuses (of Power)

For Drakehavok

By Draconicon

The dark green Argonian shook his head as the top half of the stocks came down, pinning his head and hands in place. A quick click of a lock sealed it in place, and rapid footsteps fading away told him that he wasn't going to be seeing his cellmates again for a while. Pity; Serrek rather liked the guys, and hoped that they'd see each other again soon.

It didn't take long for his captor to make an appearance, and Serrek took a deep breath as he heard the 'cultured' asshole's voice coming across the dungeon.

"Ah, so this is the little lizard that my soldiers found. I must say, you had many goods that I can sell, many things that would make me money."

A golden hand slipped into his field of vision, grabbing him around the neck. Slender fingers slipped up his face, stroking down his snout until they reached his chin, and pointing his head upwards. He found himself looking into the golden face of an Altmer, and not one of the half-decent ones that he'd seen as village sorcerers, either.

"You, yourself, will probably fetch a pretty price, once I find someone willing to buy someone so obviously...used."

"You think that you're going to sell me to anyone? For anything?"

"Well, not immediately. Slavery is illegal, after all, but for the beastfolk, many are willing to bend that little law."

"Including yourself?"

"I am but a broker; there is nothing wrong with holding goods, merely trading them."

"As if you don't do that, too...You sick -"

The elf's other hand - gloved, unfortunately - slipped past his lips before he could finish that sentence. Rough leather rubbed across his tongue, pinning it in place as the Altmer chuckled to himself.

"Don't say something that you can't take back. That is a rule of civility _and_slavery. At least, for the better slaves. Do you know what the rule is for the lesser ones?"

Serrek slowly shook his head.

"Then let me enlighten you. The lesser slaves don't speak at all. And if they do...it's an easy procedure to ensure they never speak again."

There was a note in his tone, as overly superior and arrogant sounding as it was, that convinced Serrek that the elf was telling the truth. It...didn't exactly leave him feeling good. He swallowed and nodded, and managed to keep from spitting as the glove came out of his mouth.

Still smirking, the elf stepped fully into view. He wore a dark red robe, something that looked like the color of blood, or at least, similar to it. Serrek had seen similar ones, though usually they were on the bodies of cultists. This man didn't seem to be one of those, no. He seemed much more like those that supplied them, someone on the sidelines that profited from pain and suffering, and didn't care about those involved.

He watched as the elf walked over to the far side of the room, and as his captor seemed interested in what was on a table over there, he turned his attention towards the lock and the stocks that he was trapped in. The wood was fairly strong, but he could just make out the lock that was holding it shut. The edge of it looked a bit rusted, getting worse before it was completely out of view. If that rust did continue over the whole lock, then he might be able to break it with a sharp push. He just needed to time it -

"Ah, this should do."

Serrek turned back just as the elf turned around, trying to look as though he'd been intently glaring at the Altmer the whole time. It seemed to work, as the elf walked over, bearing something in hand. As he let it dangle from his hand, the Argonian glared.

It was a gag, and a rather open one at that. It had a solid metal ring for the center, which would keep his mouth wide open, and several leather straps which would wrap around the back of his head. They looked like they were measured specifically for those without flat faces, like the men and mer, as well.

He growled, but the elf forced his mouth open with a spark of lightning to his cheek. The pain wasn't tremendous, but it made him shout in surprise, and that was all the opening that the Altmer needed. The ring was cold and hard, and it stung his teeth a bit to have them held apart like that. He tried to spit it out, but somehow it even kept his tongue pinned in place, keeping him from using it against the gag.

"There we are. That will ensure that you don't have any...surprises for me, when I'm using you. Not that I think you are stupid enough to try biting down when you're being tested out, but let's face it. You might be that desperate."

Or that angry. Asshole.

The elf's fingers were gentle enough, but they were so condescending, almost like the feeling of a person stroking a pet. He wanted nothing more than to turn and bite them, or use a spell, but at the same time, he didn't want to invite punishment. The idea of having his tongue cut out...no, better not tempt things. Wait until he was in a better -

His personal pep talk was interrupted by the stench of the elf's cock. The Altmer had whipped his robes open all of a sudden, and a surprisingly long, golden shaft rubbed against the edge of his snout. It wasn't even hard, and the damn thing was still a goodly length, perhaps even as long as his own was when he was hard. Serrek gagged and coughed, trying to spit at it, but the only thing he managed was to drool.

"Yes, I know you want it. All beasts have the same needs. Don't worry. You'll have it."

Bastard, get that out of my face! Get that -

He gagged as the soft shaft was fed down his face, sliding through the ring and over his tongue. He could taste pre on it, and he didn't have any idea of how long it had been resting on it. All he knew was that he was gagging from the potent, musky taste. It slid further and further back, until the tip just barely popped into his throat.

And the damn thing STILL wasn't hard. The elf wasn't thrusting, wasn't using him. Serrek wasn't used to that; some of his fights had ended with getting fucked over - and there were times when he utterly enjoyed that - but they usually were much more aggressive than this Altmer. What was he -

The first splatter of piss down his throat was something he hadn't expected, and he nearly drowned on it as he sputtered and coughed. As the elf pulled him closer, grinding the tip of his cock - his hardening cock - against the back of Serrek's throat, it went down a bit more smoothly, if no less infuriatingly.

You...fucker! You mother fucker! I'm going to - oh this tastes horrible...

He was forced to swallow if he didn't want it to go back up, and there was no way that he was going to lick his own puke off of this elf's dick. He swallowed as fast he could, desperately trying not to think about the fact that he was swallowing...that. It was hot and acrid, a bit putrid, and there was WAY too much of it for anybody to tolerate.

Even with his best efforts, some of it oozed out down his cheeks when the elf finally pulled out. Serrek spluttered, trying to spit out what was left, but he had no control over his tongue.

The elf didn't seem to mind, however. In fact, as he pulled out, his cock was completely hard, throbbing and eager.

"You do have an experienced mouth. I think I could probably sell you as a whore, provided that your ass is equally proficient."

"Ehhhhh?!"

"I'll take that as a 'please test it, master', beast."

Serrek growled, even as he saw the elf walking around him. This was beyond humiliating, this was flat-out -

His eyes went wide as the thick tip of that golden shaft pressed against his hole. He squirmed, trying to use his tail to smack against the elf, but it was tied down to the top of the stocks. The most that he managed to do was wiggle himself back and forth a bit, and even that only seemed to channel the elf's cock closer to his hole.

Then...it was inside him.

Serrek's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he felt the thickness of that cock, feeling it spreading his ass open wide. His hands clenched into fists, his toes curling in protest as he felt the elf invading his deepest place. Further and further in it slid, pressing spaces that he was used to feeling with orcs, but never -

"Mmmph!"

"Yes, sensitive, aren't you?"

The elf's smug nature wasn't enough to kill the tingle of pleasure that cock had started, and he shook his head even as he felt his cock starting to rise. It kept on coming up as that shaft went deeper and deeper, and he closed his eyes as it started feeling like it would never completely bottom out inside of him.

In and out, in and out it went, each time getting a little further into his scaly ass. It bumped against spots that left him gasping and moaning past the gag, his cock soon throbbing and dripping. Serrek growled, still trying to pull away, particularly when the elf talked.

"Yes, that's it...you were well trained, weren't you, beast?"

"You'll fetch a high price. There are a number of...lower people...who would love a lizard slave with a hole like yours."

"That's it...Yes, that's a sensitive spot, isn't it?"

He was so close, so close to that shameful orgasm, but he almost didn't care. The Argonian just needed the release. He closed his eyes -

And suddenly, the cock was out of him. It slipped out with a wet, lewd slurp, and it left his hole open and loose, but the important thing was, it was out. And he hadn't cum.

"Well, I believe that's enough testing for now. You -"

The rest of what the elf was saying was drowned out by the blood rushing through his head, and through his cock. Serrek had gotten piss down his throat, a gag in his mouth, and his ass violated...and he wasn't gonna get an orgasm out of it? No. No, that wasn't how this crap worked.

With a sudden grunt and shove, he shoved himself upwards at the perfect angle. The lock cracked, and he was out of the stocks and onto the Altmer in the space of two seconds. Pinning the elf's hands behind his back, he growled.

"Rape me as much as you like, elf...but don't leave me hanging. Now...It's time to put you where you belong..."

"And where's that...beast?"

Serrek chuckled. If this guy was like anyone else...It only took him a few seconds of rifling through the pockets of the elf's robe before he found what he wanted. A black soul gem.

"Right...here..."

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Well, that should make things better for a while, Serrek thought as he hopped over the wall of the elf's manor. The servants would probably find the body in the morning, but that still gave him about four hours to get a head start. That was if they even bothered to report it; considering the gold he left around the body, that bribe should give him all the time he needed.

The Argonian tossed the soul gem up and down a few times, debating where he'd use it. He had seen a few toe rings that could be good, and he liked the idea of keeping an elf underfoot for the rest of his existence.

"Heh, well, I'll figure it out when I get to Whiterun."

"And us?"

Oh, right...the cellmates. He looked back, at the four dozen or so people he'd let free and who'd followed him.

"Uh...well, I got letters to his accounts...Want to come with?"

"Sure. Besides, you're good 'company' on long nights," one of them, another Argonian, said.

I sure am...

The End