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Pain and pleasure. That was all that Crystal was aware of. Everything else was blackness, broken only by tiny pinpoints of light in the void. She could see nothing, the starlight not enough to even illuminate her own fur. The only thing that she could smell was her own arousal and she could only hear her own moans, whimpers, and groans. However, she could feel; that she could do quite well.

In the darkness of space, Crystal felt the dizziness of her time loop resetting, letting loose a fresh batch of whines and whimpers. At once, she went into an invisible squat, raising her tail as she felt the now-familiar pain of an egg pressing against her cervix, her muscles squeezing it down and forcing the entrance to her egg chamber open. How many times had she felt that for the 'first time'? A thousand? Ten thousand? The furred dragoness had lost count a long, long time ago.

The egg entered her tunnel and she moaned, not resisting the sensation in her sex. She felt the spill of arousal fall from her folds, soaking the fur on her thighs. The egg made her cum before it was even halfway through her sex, the dragoness's moans swallowed by the nothingness around her. Panting and squeezing, she managed to get the egg to crest, her entrance straining painfully around the egg's widest part before it slid out of her. It fell to the ground, remaining connected to her gaping folds by a few strands of liquid.

Her own body was out of her control as she began to lay the rest of her clutch. She couldn't stop the eggs from being lain no matter how hard she tried, and any attempt she made to stop cumming uncontrollably was as effective as stopping her contractions. Pleasure overran her mind as egg after egg fell from her stretched sex. The last one felt like a never-ending orgasm from the time it fell into her tunnel to the moment it fell to join its clutchmates on the floor.

It was then that Crystal got one of her rare moments of peace, when she wasn't laying or climaxing. The machine would reset her in a moment and she would get to feel her egg-virgin body go through the process once again, egg chamber forced open and pussy spread so wide it ached. In that moment of rest, she growled to herself. "Kall," she spat at the darkness around her. She wasn't sure how long she'd been out here. It had been years, certainly, but how many? Kall had said it'd be one or two until she was rescued but it seemed longer than that, much longer. Of course, she had no real method of telling time out here.

Her memories of the time before this blank field of stars were becoming hazy and indistinct. Sometimes she found it hard to remember any time other than this, in darkness, pain and pleasure mixing until they were indistinguishable in her nerves and exploded out of her. But, one name always stayed clear in her mind. Kall. She remembered him clearly, his smug face as he sentenced her to this fate, possibly for much, much longer than it had already been. She remembered him and rage would fill her, for a time at least.

The stars vanished and she felt the familiar horns-over-tail feeling of being reset, the dragoness beginning her loop once again. She could feel her newly tight sex trembling in anticipation, her belly once again round and bulging. With a resigned whimper, she crouched again, feeling the eggs inside her begin to move.

She had been reset another dozen times before, for the first time since she'd been flushed out of the airlock, there was something new. Or rather a lack of something. Crystal didn't notice it at first, busy orgasming around the familiar shape of the third egg of her clutch when something began to obscure the stars in a small patch in front of her. The obscured area slowly grew larger and larger until she couldn't help but notice it, the final egg slipping from her with a final squirt of cum.

It was at that moment that a bright light illuminated Crystal and she could see again. She couldn't see the source of the light, but she could see her fur, her body, the machine around her, and the glistening eggs on the floor beneath her. The light approached quickly and she could finally make out the source, squinting through the glare with rising joy and excitement inside her. It was a ship -- an actual ship! -- with its tractor beams pulling her into the airlock as quickly as they could.

The dragoness whooped for joy, pressing her nose against the glass as the airlock opened in front of her, then closed behind her. The machine chose that moment to reset her, but Crystal was too excited to care much, even as the pang went through her body. It's not like first impressions mattered now. I'm saved!

Her concentration was broken as she began to cum again, eyes closed and moans issuing from her muzzle as the egg crested. At the same moment, the inner airlock door opened, revealing an anthro that was greeted by the sight of a dragoness orgasming as an egg fell from her. Crystal opened her eyes and immediately awkwardly waddled forward to press her nose against the glass, unable to really rise from her squat.

"Thank you," she said, panting as the next egg moved to be laid. "For saving me--Nnngggghhh!" Another climax rippled through her as she looked at the visitor, some kind of canine species she vaguely recognised. "I don't know how long I was --Ah!-- stuck out there!"

The canine moved closer. "My pleasure, ma'am," he said in a strong accent. "Uh, may I ask what's happening to you? Where's your ship?"

The egg crested and then fell, making her gasp and moan, the next and second-to-last falling into place. "N-no ship. Someone made me like this, pregnant and unable to keep myself from orgasming as I lay!" A loud moan punctuated the words, her body shaking in a clear climax as if to confirm her story. "And this machine means that I have to lay over and over. Please," she begged, he stretched folds letting the penultimate egg fall to the floor. "Turn it off, before I have to start all over again!"

The canine moved forwards, Crystal seeing him more clearly as he did so. He was wearing rather old, practical clothes and there was a scuffed pistol on his hip, the energy cell exposed and glowing softly. "All right," he said, coming up to the machine. The control panel was in front of Crystal and the screen lit up at the captain's touch. He glanced up at her, as if looking for guidance. The last egg was moving now and Crystal was panting. "Press unlock!" she said with a howl, orgasming in front of the captain as her arousal dripped over the rest of the clutch.

He stared impassively at the control panel in front of him, gaze flicking between Crystal and the machine. She saw his gaze fix beneath her as the last egg crested, forcing her to cum again before falling to the floor with a soft sound. Knowing that she didn't have very long, Crystal cried, "Now! Do it now!"

For a few horrible seconds, she thought he wasn't going to, that she'd have to suffer the humiliation of going through this whole process another time. Then, he lifted a hand and touched the softly glowing button on the control panel. At once, there was a click as the door popped open, the sight making Crystal almost cry with happiness and relief. There was a lowering hum as the machine powered off, all of the lights dying as the batteries lost all their power at once.

As soon as the lock disengaged, Crystal stumbled for the door, making the captain jump back as she fell out. She suddenly felt exhausted. She'd lain a clutch which was tiring itself, but she hadn't slept in who-knew-how long. Her body hadn't gotten any more tired in between loops but her mind had never had a chance to properly shutdown, not in the entire time she'd been drifting out there. "Thanks," she mumbled, having trouble keeping her eyes open. She looked blearily out through the airlock, seeing another dragon and an equine looking anthro waiting beyond.

"My crew," the captain said. "They'll lead to our hold. We don't have any spare cabins unfortunately, but we're always happy to pick up the stranded." He smiled. "Go; sleep. We can talk about your, ah, interesting circumstances when you are rested." He bowed to her and then left.

"Thanks," she said again at his retreating back, then stood. Her sex felt sore but it was an even odder sensation to be able to walk forwards, no longer contained by the tiny area of her machine. Her muscles trembled as she stepped and the dragon moved forwards to allow her to lean her weight on him a little. Crystal didn't fail to notice that he possessed a weapon as well, modified for feral use, and that the equine was also armed. Her tired brain dimly recognised that but she couldn't think past it.

The hold was the next room along from the airlock, at the centre of the ship. It was quite large, with iron cages stacked along one side and boxes of other cargo along the other, leaving a central corridor and open space. The dragon, letting Crystal lean against him as they moved to the middle of the space. "You'll have to sleep here," the equine said indifferently, looking her up and down.

The floor was hard, cold metal, but Crystal couldn't think of anything better. She couldn't even remember the last time she had slept and sunk gratefully to the ground. Without another word, she curled up and her mind shutdown. As the world faded away to nothing, she heard the dragon say, "She's a good one!"

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Crystal wasn't sure how long she slept, but it felt like quite a while. It wasn't her body that needed the rest, but her mind. She didn't dream at all and woke slowly, coming back to herself. The dragoness kept her eyes closed, stretching her body from the tightly curled position she had slept in. She felt peaceful for the first time in a long time. She was well-rested and there was a comforting, familiar weight in her belly.

The furred dragoness froze, shooting to full wakefulness and then looking herself over. While she had been sleeping for however long, her belly had swollen again. It was almost as large as it would be when she had to lay, but she couldn't feel the eggs growing. That at least meant it was slower than before. "Fucking Kall," she swore, repeating her mantra. Either he'd planned for her to continue getting gravid, or he'd really fucked up. Probably the second, she thought savagely. He can't do anything right!

She sighed to herself, then glanced around the cargo hold. There was no one else here, so she curled herself up as best she could, lifting a hind leg. She couldn't curl as tightly as usual with her egg-filled belly, and she had to crane her neck to see her sex but she managed, getting an eye on the area beneath her tail. She was almost afraid to look, reminding herself that she hadn't, as far as her body was concerned, actually lain all those thousands of clutches.

Even though her body only remembered the last clutch, she still whined in dismay. Her folds were swollen and red, the lips clearly visible beneath a short covering of her white fur. They were gaping open lewdly, refusing to close, and a slow trickle of fluid was running into her fur. It took that for Crystal to notice the warmth that she was feeling there. Experimentally, she brought her tail around, letting a bit of the fur on the end run over her sex. Instantly, she sucked in a sharp breath, jerking her tail away. She was sensitive, more than she should be. It was almost like... "Heat," she growled. "Fucking Kall!"

Of course he would have had to put her in heat, or a rough approximation of it. Her scent was hot and heavy with the scent of arousal, but not heat. No, it was just the lust and sensitivity that came with heat, which was almost as bad. Combined with the clutch that she still had, Crystal wanted to murder Kall right then. Hopefully, it will go away, she reasoned to herself. It took more than ten minutes for this clutch to form, right? More than the first. Maybe whatever Kall did to me is being reversed, or wearing off?

There was a deep rumbling sound and Crystal jumped before realising that it was her stomach. She smiled sheepishly to herself. Her body had made two clutches in the space of what was, for it at least, less than a day. She needed food. Grunting with the effort, Crystal rolled onto her feet, staggering as the extra weight of the eggs unbalanced her but not falling over again. The door in front of her was the one she had come in through earlier, so she turned to the other, her gait clumsy as she approached it. "Dragonesses actually do this?" she grumbled to herself. Ungainly and slow as she felt, it was difficult to imagine her doing anything even mildly fast, let alone running or anything like that.

With questionable balance, she lifted a paw and pressed it against the pad next to the door. The computer beeped at her touch, thought for a moment, then beeped twice more, the pad flashing red. Frowning, Crystal tried again, but the door remained locked. "Hello?" she yelled through the door. She'd been locked in, but she couldn't really blame them for that, could she? No, Crystal reassured herself. I'm a stranger that they rescued, rescued while laying eggs and cumming like a slut the entire time. Of course they're going to lock the doors.

"Hello?" she yelled again, hearing footsteps answer this time. The steps stopped on the other side of the door which promptly slide open, revealing the captain -- and what looked like the rest of the crew. Crystal stepped back as they all filed into the room, forming a circle around her. For the first time, she realised that she may have not been picked up by random travellers.

"You're pregnant again," the captain noted, standing before her.

Crystal swallowed nervously, her eyes flitting between members of the crew and the captain. "Y-yes," she said, a slight tremor in her voice. "I thought it would wear off, but apparently not. Not yet, anyway."

The canine nodded slowly, as if this information meant a lot. "Well, that's certainly unique," he said, "and unique is good." He took a thick loop of metal from his belt. "Now, why don't you be a good dragon and put this on?"

He threw it to the ground at Crystal's feet and she saw it was some kind of cuff, with a hinge on one side. A few other members of the crew tossed out another three, almost identical to the first. Crystal swallowed again, noticing for the very first time that each and every one of the people standing around her were armed. "You're pirates," she said softly, her stomach falling as she looked around the crowd.

The captain began to smile. It was not a nice expression. "That's one word for it," he said. "Now put them on." He patted the holster at his waist, the glowing blaster still sitting there. Keeping her eyes on him, Crystal obeyed, not really having much of a choice. The first cuff clicked securely closed around her left wrist, the right getting its own a moment later. She had to glance down to do the last two, twisting awkwardly with her pregnant belly to put the last two cuffs on her hind legs.

"Good girl," the captain said. "Now on your side, legs out."

Again, Crystal obeyed, but this time not silently. "There are people that will pay for me," she said, a pleading note in her voice. "I'll have been missing for a while; I'm sure there's a reward." In this position, her legs were outstretched awkwardly.

"There certainly is a reward," the captain said, pressing a button on a wrist control. Crystal gave a soft yelp as the cuffs on her limbs were suddenly yanked hard to the metal floor, remaining there, immovable. Mag-cuffs, she thought. If she had all her strength and the perfect leverage, she wouldn't have been able to prise one of these away from the metal floor, let alone four. "There is a reward," the captain repeated, "but it'll be your sale price, dragoness, not for returning you to whatever planet you come from."

He turned away from her, towards a crew member. "Set course for Jhan," he ordered, " so we can sell the bitch. Rest of you, do whatever you want with her until we get there, but don't damage the merchandise." With that, he walked out, the pilot of the ship following him.

Crystal's eyes had gone wide. She recognised the planet name: Jhan was a prominent trading planet, and one that hadn't outlawed slavery. As a result, it was a popular destination for slavers and pirates like these. It was a lawless planet, where money was the only thing that mattered. "Wait!" she cried out, but the door had already slid shut and she was aware of the rest of the crew closing in around her.

The dragon she had met when she'd first come through the airlock was standing near her head. Crystal's muscles strained, trying to achieve the impossible feat of overcoming the mag-cuffs. The crew was crowding around her, running hands over her fur and gravid belly, stroking roughly and gently both. She lifted her head, trying to see around but the position and her belly made it hard to do so. Then she smelled the dragon. His scent was getting a little hot and she glanced beneath his belly, blanching slightly as the furred dragoness saw his cock slowly lengthening, growing steadily with every heartbeat.

At that moment, an anthro's hand stroked across the sensitive lips of her sex, making Crystal suck in a breath. "Hey!" she said angrily, lashing her tail. She felt it strike someone, hearing a thud and deep "Oooph!" as someone fell to the ground but then multiple points of weight came down on the long, muscled limb, the crew holding down it down securely. One small part of Crystal brain noted that she seemed to have the worst luck of any dragoness: first Kall and his tricks, and when she was finally rescued, it was by slaving pirates.

A strong grip appeared on one of her horns, twisting and shoving her head beneath the feral dragon's belly. "Suck," he commanded, the tip of his cock hitting the end of her muzzle, leaving a small trail of precum in her fur.

"No!" Crystal growled, baring her teeth then howling as one of the crew gave her sex a sharp slap! The pain only lasted for a few seconds but it was all the more intense because of her newfound sensitivity.

"Suck," the dragon said again, "and no biting, or you're going to be in a world of pain. We can do a lot without 'damaging' you."

A low growl sounded in her throat but, nevertheless, she opened her mouth reluctantly, allowing the dragon to thrust into her maw, keeping her head still with the grip on her horn. Crystal gagged slightly, trying to pull away but unable. Strings of drool dripped from her jaws as the dragon thrust, precum coating her tongue as he growled happily. "She's got a nice muzzle, this one," he grunted, forcing her nose to his belly with each thrust, sending his cock deep into her throat each time.

Crystal squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her gag reflex as the dragon roughly fucked her face. "Don't pull away now," the dragon said, then let go of her horn. Crystal jerked as soon as she could, but not off his cock completely; she only did so just enough that she could easily breathe.

As her muzzle was used, the rest of the crew was still playing with her fur, and, although Crystal couldn't see them, congregating around her rump. Several members still held down her tail but the rest were more interested in what lay beneath it. Crystal moaned indignantly around the cock as she felt hands massage the lips of her sex, some even slipping a few fingers inside her. "She's loose," one complained, the comment making Crystal growl muffledly.

"The captain did say she just lay a clutch," another said.

"Bullshit," the first replied. "She got one now! Looks like she's going to lay it soon too."

"You don't want her pussy," a third said brusquely, "then use her ass instead."

That last comment made Crystal's eyes go wide and she began to pull of the dragon's cock, ready to speak. Growling in annoyance, he grabbed her horn again and forced her jaws back down his length.

"All right then," the first voice said.

There was a sound of footsteps moving away along the metal floor, then the steps came back. A moment later, something cold was squirted onto Crystal's tailhole. She moaned more frantically, unceremoniously gagged by the cock in her mouth as a thick, blunt tip pressed against her tailhole. The lube was smeared around the fur there before the male thrust into her, making Crystal squeeze her eyes shut and groan as her ass was forcibly spread. A few sharp stabs of pain ran through her as the cock hilted inside her on the first thrust.

"She's tight here," the pirate in her rump panted.

He must be the equine, Crystal thought, groaning softly and wincing as her sphincter clenched spasmodically around the base of the cock. She was larger than they were, though not by much, but this cock was stretching her to her limit. He began to thrust powerfully, dragging his length out so that only the thick tip was inside her before plunging back into her body. Distracted as she was by the cock beneath her tail, Crystal almost missed the signs in the drake using her muzzle and throat: his increasing speed, the precum spilling over her tongue, the slight swelling of his shaft.

Realising what was about to come, she tried to pull away again but instead the grip on her horn pushed her nose to his belly again. The dragon roared as he began to cum, his cock pulsing powerfully. Crystal felt his seed shoot down her throat, straight into her belly. She hadn't had time to take a breath, taken by surprise, and her lungs were burning. Again, she jerked back and this time the dragon let her, although she underestimated the length of his climax.

Even as she pulled her head back, the dragon's cock was still pulsing seed copiously. It filled her mouth with its taste and consequently the first breath she gasped was mostly drake cum. The dragoness began to cough, the dragon's tip leaving her mouth and putting its last few loads over her head and face instead. Crystal didn't care, trying mostly to breathe. Strings of drool and cum dripped from her muzzle to the ground as she filled her lungs, a last few coughs clearing her airways.

"Not bad," the drake grunted, moving away from her head. Crystal glared after him, too busy panting to speak. She spat a bit more cum from her mouth; it was all that she could taste. It wasn't too bad but it wasn't what she wanted on her tongue or in her mouth nonetheless. Now that she was neither choking on cum nor a drake's cock, she could turn her attention back to the cock thrusting into her tailhole. She whined quietly, cum dripping from her jaws as the horse cock in her ass started to flare, the tip growing wider.

She shifted uncomfortably as the equine head widened, dragging across her flesh as more cum flooded her body. There was less than the drake but she still felt humiliated as the warmth filled her rump. The pirate let out a low moan of satisfaction and tugged his cock free, Crystal giving a small yelp as the flared head popped out of her. It was at that point that Crystal gave a weak growl, but the group of pirates ignored her. Why would they fear her? They were all armed and she was securely bound with the mag-cuffs.

"I want her tailhole next," another said. "Shouldn't have let the fucking horse go first though."

"Go before me then," the drake said with a purr, running his claws through the fur on Crystal's belly.

It was then that Crystal found her voice again. "Don't you daRE!" she said in a hoarse voice, but the last word rose into a howl as a tremor ran through her, her head dropping slightly. Most of the pirates were confused but the dragon knew what was happening and so did Crystal. A contraction had run through her, a sensation that she was acutely familiar with. "Not again!" she gasped.

"What happening?" the equine said in suspicious alarm.

The drake grinned. "She's laying her clutch."

Crystal cried out as another contraction ran through her, shuddering. Her body wanted to move into the laying crouch that she was so familiar with, but she was bound tightly in her side. Not only would gravity not be helping, but her sex was tightly compressed between her hind legs, legs that she was unable to spread even an inch. "Please," she panted roughly, feeling the first egg pressing against the entrance to her womb. "Let me get up at least!"

The dragon and crew laughed. "Not a chance," he said. "We want a show!"

Crystal whined but any words on her tongue were suddenly whisked away as another contraction rolled through her. She squeezed down, the reaction automatic after the thousands of times she'd done it before, the egg slowly entered her sex. It was far more difficult laying on her side, as she had expected but, as she also knew it would, the laying was having another effect on her. The dragoness began to pant for another reason, her juices beginning to drip from her sex as she became aroused.

This laying wasn't as hard as the one before, her body already stretched from the previous clutch. It wasn't easy, but she wasn't struggling as much. Still, the first egg took several minutes to reach her entrance, Crystal gasping and panting. She hoped fervently that the pirates wouldn't recognise it for the arousal that it was, and that her trembling was the strain of laying, not her trying to resist the orgasm building inside her. She managed to keep it contained, muzzle clamped tightly shut to stop any moans from escaping.

She made it through to when the egg began to poke free of her. The pirates had been mostly silent, watching the process avidly but not interfering. As the shell became visible between her folds, a moan slipped free but it could be passed off a sound of discomfort. What followed couldn't. The pleasure had been slowly building inside Crystal and now it was unleashed, right as the first egg began to crest. She gave a single buck and then howled, shuddering and shaking as a powerful climax ran through her. There were a few surprised looks and then the pirates began to roar with laughter, the first egg falling to the floor. Crystal panted in a powerful afterglow, flushing as she felt the arousal dripping from her sex, following the egg.

"What a slut!" one crowed. "She cums when she lays eggs; that'll drive up the price."

Crystal opened her mouth, ready to say that it wasn't her fault, that Kall had made it so she couldn't help but cum, but another contraction ran through her, a long one that moved the next egg into her tunnel and the words died on her lips, replaced by a moan. As she knew would happen, the urge to cum, to give in and just let it happen so that she could lay the clutch. She grit her teeth instead; Crystal wasn't going to give these pirates, her captors, the satisfaction of seeing her break like that.

It was a losing battle. Every pulse of her sex, every movement of the egg, and every contraction made Crystal fight back a pleasured sound. She couldn't help but cum another time as the egg became visible between her folds, but didn't succumb after that. She closed her eyes, panting and preparing for the egg to crest. A contraction rippled through her and her sex clamped down, squeezing the egg. Instead of the sensation of the cresting egg, a bolt of pain ran through her instead.

Crystal gasped, her eyes flying open as she turned, looking behind her. The drake was grinning at her and _pushing_the egg. His paw was at her entrance, holding the egg inside her with his strength. Crystal whined as another contraction made her body seize up, but the egg didn't move. "Fu-fuck off," she gasped. "Nnnngghh!" The pressure on the egg increased, making the dragoness's sex ache.

"I don't think you really tried with this one," the drake said nonchalantly. "Why don't you lay it again?"

"Fuck!" Crystal howled, the pressure increasing once again as the drake began to force the egg further into her body. The pirates laughed again as Crystal groaned. Each push sent another spasm of pain through her; this was not the direction eggs were supposed to go! Eventually the drake had pushed it far enough that the end of the egg pressed against her cervix again. For a moment, she feared he would try to shove it back into her womb completely, but he didn't. It was only then that Crystal realised that the drake's entire paw was wedged into her sex. It was slightly smaller than the egg, but not by much.

The drake smiled again and dragged his paw back out of her, making a fist. Crystal gave a whining whimper as he did so, the paw popping free of her wet with her juices. Now the egg was back almost where it had started. Another contraction began to move the egg but Crystal's yelp turned into a moan as the drake began to rub her clit, pressing hard against it as he rubbed back and forth. The expression on his face was eager, predatory.

Pleasure lanced through Crystal, making her buck and hump against the drake's paw, the egg moving inside her once again. "Cum," the drake ordered. Crystal whined, shaking her head. It was becoming harder and harder to control her impending climax, the egg inside her with a constant stroking of her clit, making her grind against the pirate. The drake growled dominantly, his paw a blur at Crystal's sex. "Cum for me, NOW!"

The order, said so powerfully, broke whatever progress she had been making at controlling herself. She howled, unable to stop herself from cumming. She bucked and squirmed, gushing over the drake's paw as her mind went blank. It was the most powerful climax of her life, wiping away all resistance and leaving the dragoness gasping limply, head on the floor. "Good girl," the drake said again, patting her head roughly with his soaked paw, leaving her juices on her headfur.

After that, Crystal didn't resist the orgasms, cumming multiple times for each egg and putting on a good show for the pirates. Some pressed on the eggs as the orbs pushed free of her but none pushed them all the way back into her like the drake had and soon an exhausted Crystal lay on her side, her belly small again and a large, wet clutch at her rump. This time she felt the exhaustion that her body should feel after laying, the dragoness's eyes lidded and her breathing slow. Her sex ached a little, and she feared...

"Wow, she's stretched," came a voice of a pirate, a had running over her swollen sex a moment later. Crystal whined in humiliation but was too tired to do anything. "Might not be good for anyone but you now," the voice continued, speaking to the drake.

The other dragon snorted. "Better hope she tightens back up, or at least gets another clutch. Otherwise she won't be worth much. Come on; we'd better let her rest; we'll be at Jhan in a few hours, and she'll be on the block not long after."

There were a few grumbles, mostly from the pirates that hadn't gotten a turn abusing her, but Crystal was suddenly, absurdly, grateful to the drake. She'd get some peace at least. The mag-cuffs were still there, but this position wasn't so uncomfortable. She could sleep here easily...

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A jerk woke Crystal from her sleep. Not the movement kind, but the ass-hole pirate kind. A sharp slap to a still-sore sex was enough to wake any dragoness. "Nnngghh!" Crystal groaned, jerking and looking around wildly. She didn't think she'd been asleep for too long, not judging by the ache the clutch had left in her folds, but a fair bit seemed to have changed. The mag-cuffs were still around her limbs but they had been deactivated. Someone, maybe the drake, had dragged her into one of the iron cages that had been in the ship's hold; she could feel the bars pressing into her side uncomfortably as she lay there. Lastly, but certainly not least, the pirates had forced another indignity on her. A large ball gag had been stuffed in her muzzle, straps wrapping around her jaws to ensure she couldn't spit the thing out. Someone had cleaned the cum from her fur as well at some point while she'd been sleeping.

The quiet rumble of the engines, so permeating on a spacecraft, had stopped and fresh air streamed in from a planet. Jhan, Crystal thought with a shiver. The anti-grav lifts carried out the cage easily and she got her first look at it. Jhan was an odd mixture of past and present. More traditional buildings made of sand-coloured stone sat next to gleaming skyscrapers of metal and glass. Old and new, right next to each other. The locals sat in stalls of wood and canvas, hawking their merchandise to passers-by while across the street there was a gleaming new spaceport. The contrast was almost grating in its starkness.

Despite her horrible situation and general discomfort, Crystal couldn't help staring around in amazement. She had visited no planets other than her own, and this was nothing like the research station she had been on before. The smells of another world filled her nose as she huffed them in, staring around wide-eyed. Her interest was only broken when there was another slap to her sensitive sex. She jumped and growled, this time seeing that the equine pirate was the culprit.

He and the drake were standing at the end of the cage, near were the control panel for the anti-grav was. The equine grinned at her, and then turned to the dragon. "Cap'n says we're to take her to the auctions right away," he said, speaking clearly so that Crystal could hear too. "He'll meet us there."

"Sure he will," the drake grumbled, wrapping the tip of his tail around a handle. "After he spends the next three hours fucking some whore in a brothel." He began to tug on Crystal's cage, moving it behind him as the two pirates began to leave the spaceport, heading into the streets of the main city of Jhan.

"Don't worry," the equine said, rubbing his hands together. "The guy that runs the slave pens owes me a favour. We can have some fun with the slaves while we wait for the captain."

Their conversation faded into the background for Crystal at that point. She knew she should be worrying more about sold off as a slave, but everything was just so new here. She looked at the products on sale in the stalls, which was everything from blasters to local fruit to slave milk, according to one sign above a collection of bottles. She looked at the buildings, many carved or embossed with odd symbols that must be the local language. Standard language was written most places as well, allowing the dragoness to identify what everything was.

The trio slowly made their way onto busier streets. The spaceport was already packed with people but soon the crowd was thick enough that the drake pulling Crystal's cage had to move more slowly, growling and shunting people aside. Back from him, Crystal was squirming and growling through her ball gag. She had found out quickly enough that the crowd, comprised of a lot of species, had no compunctions about touching her in the cage. They ran their hands, paws, or claws through her fur and over her belly and back. A few of the braver ones pat her head, ignoring her furious eyes. A few of the others even touched her beneath her tail and the dragoness yelped several times when they touched her sex, rubbing her clit or slipping a few fingers inside her vent.

The crowds grew thicker and the touches more frequent. Crystal's tail thrashed and pushed away one very insistent member who had been prodding against her tailhole with his paw. She growled loudly; that was something she wouldn't allow. Her tail crushed his paw against one of the bars and he let out a howl of pain, sulking off into the crowd. Crystal watched him go but was soon distracted by the building that they were approaching.

It epitomised the duality of the city. The original stonework had been added to and expanded with more modern materials, creating an imposing edifice that dominated the area before it. It was this open space that was most crowded. People were moving around the perimeter in a steady stream but the centre was a mass of bodies, all turned towards a large stage that was just in front of the building. There were people on this stage, of all species and genders and every one was bound. The only free person was speaking loudly into a microphone, standing next to a pretty female bovine. Even from that distance Crystal could see the apprehensive look on her face.

The slaver's guild, Crystal thought with a hiss. That had to be what the building was, even though it was unmarked. Here the movement of the cage slowed to almost nothing as the drake and equine tried to force their way through the crowd. More hands reached in to touch Crystal, but the furred dragoness was busy watching what was happening in the square. The words that the auctioneer were speaking were lost in the din, although she got the general gist. He seemed to be extolling the virtues and skills of the bovine to the crowd. Then he raised his hand and the words he spoke next were heard even over the noise in the square: "Let the bidding begin!"

As Crystal approached the slavers, the bidding process began. There were flashes of light from the crowd, coming from some sort of device that everyone held. They would raise it up and the bright illumination would cause the auctioneer to raise the price again. Slowly, the worth of the bovine rose. Crystal caught snatches of the prices and was quietly amazed. She had no slavery on her own planet, and had no idea how much a person could sell for. She and the pirates reached the slaving guild's headquarters just as the auctioneer cried out, "Sold!" over the crowd. A thick stone door slid shut and the noise from the crowd vanished, replaced by silence.

"Damn," the equine said. "Busy today."

The drake grunted and kept pulling Crystal further in. "It's the Festival of Collars tomorrow. Of course the slavers are busy."

The tunnel they were in now was large and spacious, although dimly lit, made of close-fitting stone blocks. Crystal gave a quiet moan, thinking of the stone pressing in from all around. She didn't like this, suddenly remembering where she was, and why. She was ignored.

"Let's get her in there already," the equine said. "I want to play with some slave girls."

"You pull it then," the drake grumbled but he and Crystal moved forwards again. The corridor ended in another stone room, but this one wasn't empty. Crystal whined again, shrinking back against the bars as she saw what was in the corner: her machine. No! Not again! I'm not going in again! Thankfully, they didn't put her in it, just leaving the cage in the centre of the floor. She barely noticed as they left through another door, shivering as she stared into the corner.

She been stuck inside it way too long. They weren't going to put her back in it, were they? Crystal shuddered; she didn't think she could handle that, not again. Looking away made her feel a little better but its presence wouldn't leave her mind, gnawing at her. Gulping, she tried to get comfortable. It wasn't easy; the cage had only bars for the floor, and they pressed into back and sides painfully. The ball gag was making her jaws ache after being stuck open for so long and drool was running from her muzzle, dripping through her fur and onto the floor. Add to that the ache in her sex, the gnawing hunger in her belly, and the familiar weight a little lower...

Crystal froze. "Ahhhheeennnn?!" she shouted through the gag. Again?! She twisted in the cage, ignoring the ache from the bars. A paw run over her belly confirmed her suspicions: there was another clutch forming inside her. This one was doing so even slower but the second, but still... it had to be her third in maybe a day, real-time. Not for the first time, she thought, I'm going to fucking kill Kall. She didn't know whether this was his plan, but his serum seemed to be wreaking havoc on her body.

There was nothing to occupy her in the empty room and she kept her back firmly to the machine. Every so often she ran a paw over her belly. It was definitely getting larger. It was too slow to feel the expansion but the pressure on and in her belly increased as time passed.

There was a bang from one side as the door flew open, hitting the wall, and making Crystal jump. "--doesn't justify this kind of price!" someone finished saying angrily, striding into the room. The furred dragoness turned to look at this new person and saw the captain from the pirate ship close behind. The first man was humanoid and had dark grey skin, as well as three horns rising from his head.

He stopped when he entered the room, the captain almost walking into him. "Sarjek, listen," the captain said but Sarjek held up a hand. He wore rich clothes and quite a lot of precious metals but his eyes were hard as he looked over Crystal. His gaze was analytical, calculating, and seemed to dissect the dragoness.

"Look at her," the captain said, waving towards her. "Young and beautiful, if you're into that sort of bitch. Plus, with the eggs--"

"Ah, yes, the eggs," Sarjek said, a hint of interest in his voice. "You say she lay just last night?" There was a nod from the captain. "She's obviously got another clutch now. Not that far along, but definitely there."

"She went from nothing to laying in a bit over twelve hours. Very impressive."

"It is," Sarjek agreed. "There are people that would pay handsomely for a dragon, and those for a gravid female. Both together, with this accelerated and constant change...I simply do not know."

Crystal growled. She didn't like being talked about like she wasn't in the room, much less like she was simple property! She growled louder around the ball gag, glaring at the slaver and the man that was selling her to him. The captain moved closer and then slapped her sex again. She jerked and howled, but stopped growling. She was over people doing that to her. The sharp pain faded into a dull ache quickly enough but it was humiliating to be controlled so easily.

"Sensitive," Sarjek noted.

The pirate captain grinned. "You have no idea. Apparently, she cums non-stop while laying."

Sarjek nodded. "That can only drive the price higher. What is that?" He pointed at Crystal's machine, sitting in the corner. "You brought it to me; why?"

The captain grinned slowly. "Don't really know. But when she was inside it, she'd lay her entire clutch, then the eggs would disappear and she'd begin all over again. Whatever it is, we can't turn it on again. Seems to be broken."

Sarjek walked over to the machine, running a hand over the glass. "They'd pay extra for this, but only if it can be proved to work." He turned to Crystal. "Do you know anything about this? How to fix it?"

Crystal's eyes widened as she realised what he was asking. He wanted her to repair it! To put her inside again! She shook her head vigorously a moment later. "Nnnaahhh ahh aahhnnn," she said at once, the words distorted heavily by the gag.

"Doesn't matter," Sarjek grunted, rubbing his chin. "She'll sell extremely well in any case. Now, you can sell her to the guild or take your chances with an auction. We'll keep the machine here; you can take it with you if you desire it after she's sold."

The pirate smiled. "Auction."

"Good," Sarjek nodded. "The guild will take a twenty percent commission as usual. We'll let her belly grow a little more, and then her new owner can have her lay once she's bought."

This is happening, Crystal thought numbly. I'm going to be sold! The slavers moved away, back out the door, leaving her alone once again. Got to get out! She moved, struggling uselessly. The bars pressed in close and were too strong even for a dragon; there was no escape. She still tried, thrashing and squirming, her fur scant protection against the hard bars but she couldn't submit now!

Eventually she had to stop, panting and moaning quietly as her growing belly pressed against the cage. She was sure that that was what was making her weak and hungry but she wanted it to take longer, delay the time that she would have to be out there, sold like a thing.

She wasn't sure how long it was, but the slavers must have been watching her somehow. When she heard footsteps again. The familiar voices of the equine and drake pirates returned, pushing open the door. Crystal snorted; a cloud of sex seemed to follow them in the room. "That bunny'll be gaping for a few days," the equine said, grabbing his crotch suggestively.

"This goes well and you can buy her yourself," the drake said, and began to pull the cage again, grunting with the effort. The sun was blindingly bright when they reached the outside world, and seemed even more crowded than before. Agitated, Crystal growled and squirmed, looking towards the stage that dominated the open space. This time the crowd parted for the cage, no one touching as they made their way closer. The people surged forward as the cage reached a small platform on the ground.

"It was fun, bitch," the drake said, grinning and giving her rump a groping squeeze. "I'll buy someone good in your memory."

The touch made her snarl through the gag but then the cage was rising on the platform, a hidden mechanism carrying her to the top of the stage and the furred dragoness froze. There were other slaves here to be sold, chained up in a row to either side of her, but she was looking out into the crowd. It stretched out, a sea of faces and bodies, all looking towards her eagerly.

"And here is a surprise slave!" the auctioneer said. "Captured just yesterday by a ship that wants her sold immediately, and a dragon no less! A reclusive race that rarely visits Jhan, as a slave or otherwise! And that's not all. For those that love eggs and pregnant females in the audience, this slave is gravid! Due to lay before the day is out!"

That sent a murmur through the crowd and Crystal let out a loud snarl that was audible through the microphone, struggling again. That sent an angrier murmur through the crowd, although some laughed.

"She's feisty and untrained," the auctioneer continued, "but that is not why she is valuable. Whether by quirk of birth or technology, this pretty dragoness will always be gravid. She lays one clutch and cannot help but orgasm the entire time. I've seen it myself!" That was a blatant lie but the crowd didn't know it. "And as soon as the clutch is lain, she'll have another in a mere twelve hours! Constant fun!"

That drew a hiss from Crystal. How could all of these people just stand there, watching her get hawked like the things in the street stalls? She began to thrash again, knowing that it would get her nowhere but unable to just accept this meekly. The humiliation of being gagged and stuffed in a cage, on display, made her fight all the harder, bruising herself against the metal as she roared.

"You'll enjoy breaking this one in," the auctioneer said, glee audible in his voice. The ones that loved to break slaves always paid more for the pleasure. "So, let's start the bidding at..."

Crystal stopped struggling for a moment, listening in mild shock as the bidding war began. There were so many flashes of bids from the crowd in front of the stage that she could barely keep up with all of them. The auctioneer could; his words were a blur as he called out Crystal's rising price. Her head spun from the numbers, and a very small part of her was interested in how much she'd finally be worth. The dragoness did her best to ignore that thought, growling through the gag and struggling to show her defiance but keeping an ear out for the auctioneer's calls.

Fewer and fewer people began to raise their flashing lights as the price grew higher. Crystal couldn't see everyone who was trying to buy her life, losing them in the shifting mass of bodies and faces. Soon she found two though. One was a slim, androgynous creature with long limbs and pale skin. It raised its light again, making it flash brilliantly over the crowd. That flash was followed by another, slightly further back and Crystal focused on that bidder. This one was clearly male and appeared to be one of the locals: large and hulking, standing tall of the crowd with a short muzzle and tan, leathery skin.

Crystal gulped when she saw him. Everything about that male screamed power, from his muscles to his expression. The rest of the crowd seemed to lean away from his dominating presence but something in his face and form made Crystal shiver unconsciously. Unfortunately for the dragoness, the genderless creature at the front was looking more and more uncertain, the expression distorting its face. It hesitated, then raised a hand to bid again. The answering flash from the brute behind it was almost immediate and the genderless alien shook its head, conceding defeat.

Crystal's heart jumped into her throat while her stomach seemed to disappear completely. "Sold!" the auctioneer crowed. "Master Ro'axes buys the dragoness."

Those immediately near Ro'axes turned to congratulate him but he was already pushing through the mass of people towards the stage. For a moment the auctioneer looked surprised; buyers on the stage was something not generally permitted and highly irregular. Then he remembered this particular buyer's station, not to mention the price he had just paid, and bowed low. "Your new slave, sir," he said, holding the microphone by his side so that the sound did not carry.

Ro'axes made no sign that he had even heard him. He had eyes only for Crystal. The dragoness stared back at him, and pressed herself against the far side of the cage, doing her best to get as far away from him as possible. The man smiled, a slow thing that seemed full of malice towards Crystal.

"My my," he said. Crystal half expected a grunting growl but his voice was soft, though deep, each word clearly enunciated. "I am going to have much fun with you."

A whine left the dragoness then and she pressed further backwards. Perhaps it was the anxiety that rushed through her that did it, or maybe it was simply time. Either way, she jerked and howled as she felt the contractions start, the eggs beginning to move once again.

"Yes," Ro'axes continued softly. "Much fun indeed."