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Surely, both characters have lost track of the months they've been around each other, but this day is one that Naomi will never forget.

In desperation, the vicious captain meets with her medical officer, Tanya, hoping to find new ways to break Dom. That she's looking for help in the first place helps Tanya to realize how serious the situation is, and with her reputation on the line, the tigress agrees to help Naomi...for a price.

When they team up against him, his mind, body and spirit are pushed well past their limits, forcing Dom to cave, for better or worse.

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**

"It isn't easy for me to admit that I'm struggling. To be honest, I don't think I've ever had this much trouble with a prisoner before...usually, they break after just a couple minutes."

"You've been talking about him constantly. Perhaps you're holding back on him without thinking about it?"

Naomi grimaced. "N...no. No; that can't be it. He's just another scumbag prisoner. There's nothing special about him."

"Aside from his ability to take everything you throw at him, that is."

"You really know how to strike at the heart of a person, don't you, Tanya?"

Much as she enjoyed the limelight, Naomi needed a break from walking around the ship, being feared and revered for the dread pirate that she was. Privacy was hard to come by when her presence was so constantly requested, but in the medical bay, she could find a little time and space to breathe.

She was lucky that Tanya was good company, and long for a deep conversation. "I'm a doctor through and through, Naomi. I can help you put a bandage on a wound, but I won't let you lie to yourself about how deep it is."

That doesn't help me reconcile my feelings, Naomi thought. But there aren't any. I need to stop thinking about him as anything more than a target for my frustrations.

"Will you help me keep the bandage on nice and tight?"

Tanya snickered. "I'm more than happy to take part in your little games with that hybrid boy, but I don't think you want me there just for moral support."

"You'd be right about that."

"He's your project, Naomi. Are you sure I wouldn't be cutting into your fun?"

"...It's really not like that, Tanya."

"I'm not sure who you're trying to convince here, but all the same, I'm happy to be of service. You haven't broken him just yet, but I'm sure there are some cracks forming on that impenetrable surface of his."

"He hasn't cum in over two weeks, and I've edged him up to orgasm every time I've seen him. He can hardly sit from all the spankings he's gotten, and his asshole is starting to stay loose from being stretched so often...I'll be honest that I'm starting to feel like I'm not terribly creative."

Tanya stood up from her desk and walked over to Naomi, finding the lioness in repose was just the right height, allowing the tigress to rest her paws on the shoulders of her superior officer.

"You're extremely creative, Naomi. Your ideas scare even me, sometimes...but maybe it's not a lack of quality or creativity. Maybe it's a lack of quantity."

"How do you mean?"

"Maybe you just need me to be the little voice in the back of your head that tells you to go one step further," she whispered, her voice crawling along the rounded velvet of Naomi's ear like the tip of a slowly dancing feather. "Maybe, you just need an extra set of paws to keep him pinned down, so yours can do whatever they want."

Naomi shuddered against her chair, her boots grinding into the smooth, tile floors of the medical wing. There were so few people on the ship who could still make her feel a genuine chill inside, but Tanya wasn't called the good doctor for no reason.

"I never would have thought you'd be the bad influence between the two of us, Tanya."

"One of these days, you'll stop underestimating me."

"Nah...it's more fun to believe that you're still full of surprises," Naomi claimed. "But you'd better save a few of them for Dom."

"Will I get to try a few of them on you afterwards?"

Naomi trembled and clenched her thighs in tight as a warm, steamy breath crossed over her bare neck.

"Help me break him, and I'll get you whatever you want, tigress..."

**

It was rare that Dom wasn't trembling anymore, but it wasn't from the fear of what was next to come.

It was burning, horrible exhaustion, like the fires of hell had taken up residence in his tendons and muscle fibers, refusing to let him rest even when he was collapsed on the floor.

Against the thin façade of his fur, muscles were pushing up and through, stretching his skin out to the limit. There was only enough food on the ship to go around, and Dom was getting just slightly less than his share, but still enough to keep him from starving, or even getting weaker.

He was being kept in a state of permanent discomfort; he knew it was intentional, but he refused to give Naomi the satisfaction of begging for another morsel when the door to his prison cell opened.

"I didn't think that other company was allowed in here," he immediately jabbed, his voice strong and defiant despite the collar that kept him tethered to the floor, and the exhaustion that left him so worn out, he didn't lift his head from the cold, unwelcoming steel.

Naomi snickered. "This is no ordinary company, Dom. For once, I've decided that your condition has sunk low enough to deserve a medical examination."

The lioness was difficult to read, and this time, the surprise was so great that Dom finally did lift his head from the floor, shaking it with disbelief. "Y...You're joking, right? I'm not even sick!"

"As little as you eat, you could get sick very easily," Naomi suggested. "Beyond that, you were never given a proper medical examination when we first took you onto the ship. You could be slowly contaminating everyone here with some kind of foreign disease...that's not a risk I'm willing to take."

A bitter smirk crossed Dom's muzzle. "And for a moment, I was dumb enough to believe you were even slightly concerned for my wellbeing."

"You're smarter than that, Dom. Perhaps you've become so desperate for company that your judgment is getting clouded?"

"I know you don't have this policy on your ship, but part of my training was to always try and see the best in people. I still believed there might be even a sliver of genuine kindness about you, Naomi...even after everything you've done to me."

Naomi didn't realize how much she was struck by the statement until Tanya stepped forth and intervened. "She's just been testing your ability to serve an important role on this ship," the tigress explained. "And based on her findings, she felt my expertise was needed to more..._fully_assess you."

"You don't really think I'm dumb enough to believe that, do you?"

"Of course not," Tanya replied with a giggle. "But I also don't care."

Naomi was straightforward in her desire to conquer Dom and keep him as her personal plaything. Tanya was harder to read, and didn't so quickly give in to her emotional impulses, even when Dom gave her a reason to be frustrated.

Their different styles might have appealed to different people, but Dom wasn't going to get a choice of which style he preferred.

He'd have to take them both head on, and he was _severely_outmatched.

"Honestly, we could use another resourceful guy like you on the ship. I'm sure that we could find a role for you in the medical bay," Tanya continued, "But you need to stop holding out on Naomi. She won't ever know what you're fully capable of until you submit to her."

"So she's given up on trying to break me on her own? She's recruiting other members of the crew to do her bidding for her?"

The lioness was mostly quiet as she watched the back-and-forth play out, until Dom foolishly dared to question her dedication to making a slave out of him.

He heard nothing but footsteps before feeling the painful yank of his tail being pulled tight, and just as those sounds flattened his ears, a harsh THWACK rang out in the mostly empty cell, echoing back to his eardrums as a gloved paw swatted his ass.

"What I'm doing is giving other people a chance to have fun with you before I lock you up in real solitary and let you rot away the rest of your days in the detention level under the waste tunnels!" Naomi barked at the wiggling hybrid. She could see the strain in his face as he tried to keep from whimpering, but that only drew further ire from her, and a second, harsher spank, right across the spot that was already scarlet from before.

"Y...You're just b-being a miserable bitch," Dom knew that he was egging her on. On some level, he'd become quietly addicted to the punishment; it was the only contact he had with anyone on the ship, but it wasn't mere Stockholm Syndrome.

As much as Naomi was fighting the urge to go easy on him, he was fighting the urge to give in...but not for her efforts in abusing his backside.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you like having your tight little ass beaten," Naomi put the onus of enjoyment on her prisoner as she stood upright again and stepped past his rump. She knelt once more by his head and yanked the leash up, pulling his body halfway up from the floor and forcing him to stare into her paralyzing gaze. "If that's the case, we can cut right to the chase and start shoving things in it, instead!"

She was fury given form; passionate in her actions for reasons beyond mere frustration. Their eyes were locked in a moment that felt so much longer than the literal instant it was, but Tanya was determined to keep things moving along...the tigress was having a blast watching from a distance, but Dom's body was a particularly toned specimen, and she couldn't keep her paws to herself any longer.

"That's a good start, Naomi, but it hasn't gotten the desired results in the past," Tanya reminded her. "Perhaps we should try some more advanced techniques to break this prisoner?"

"Some doctor you a-mrnnf! Mnnf!" Dom's wisecrack was cut short by Naomi's paw gripping tight around the outside of his muzzle, keeping his lips sealed.

She smiled back at her companion and perked an ear. "Just what did you have in mind for your new patient?"

"He's clearly too aggressive for his own good. On a ship like this, that could get him into some serious trouble...but his constitution is remarkable," Tanya commented on Dom as if she was performing a legitimate medical examination, but she was already betraying that idea with the presence of her paw against the underside of his sack. "Of course, keeping him pent up like this all the time will only make his aggression worse. Perhaps we can try a dry release."

Dom wasn't going to get a chance to ask questions. His muzzle was held tightly shut as Tanya fished a thick, latex band from the inside of her decidedly unprofessional uniform and began fixing it to the small gap of flesh between Dom's taut, hanging sack and the base of his crotch.

It was tight enough to snap into place and cause discomfort to start with, but she looked up at him with a grin as she felt precum drizzling onto her wrist. "He's that close already, hm? We'd better be extra careful with him, then."

The band was stretched to the limits of what it could handle before the tigress twisted it and doubled the slack back over itself, doubling the tightness of the bind. So firm was the grip that Dom's orbs were clearly visible, even against the fur and thin flesh that covered them, and even the slightest poke with Tanya's clawtip left him to bounce against his bondage.

"Well, it's the doctor's orders," Naomi claimed. "I'm afraid that there's nothing I can do to stop her," the lioness was lying through her teeth, and they were grinning all the while. "Unless, of course, you're finally willing to come around."

Dom's lower lip was quivering as he tried to ignore how blissful even the slightest touch felt against his bound sack. He didn't have a clue how quickly that same pleasure was going to turn on him, but his focus remained on rejecting Naomi, difficult as that was becoming.

He shook his head, just enough for Naomi to see it.

"Don't be so fucking stubborn, Dom. This doesn't have to go any further, but if we don't put a stop to things here, I can't promise you'll come out of this in one piece."

Tanya giggled as she watched her latex knot at work, the base of the hybrid's shaft throbbing as it struggled to even get precum out of the tip. "I hope he keeps on fighting back, then. I'd love to take a bite out of this boy..."

With the tigress kneeling before him and Naomi standing just to the side of him, others might have foolishly believed that Dom was a king being tended to by his favorite concubines.

That couldn't have been farther from the truth.

Naomi yanked him up from his knees and forced him to stand on exhausted legs, putting his already growing cock just above Tanya's muzzle and leaving her in the perfect spot to tease the hybrid to a climax, but her methods assured that it wouldn't be quite the pleasurable experience that he was anticipating.

"Bite away, Tanya. I've got my own agenda with him."

Grateful that their wordplay was actually just wordplay, Dom shuddered helplessly against Naomi as Tanya brushed the flat of her tongue upon the underside of his cock. He would have fallen flat on his back if she wasn't keeping him upright, but he knew that it wasn't a blessing in disguise, as much as it was a punishment that hadn't revealed itself.

Two lubricated digits couldn't be seen, but they were immediately felt as Dom sucked in a breath, unable to relax his inner muscles even though he knew he should have.

"He does enjoy that!" Tanya commented, watching Dom's length bounce violently against her tongue as Naomi buried her fingers into his ass. "It's a real shame you've never brought him over to the medical wing before. He would have been one of my favorite patients, I'm sure!"

Dom's body was little more than a plaything for the lusty women, and knowing that fact brought only the mildest bit of flattery to his mind before it was stripped away with his dignity. His asshole was already stretched out from a day of being stuffed with a toy before, but that didn't make the twin, crooking pawtips of the lioness much easier to handle as she began worming her way upward, digging for his prostate with impressive vigor.

"I'd say he's my favorite prisoner because he can handle the beatings," Naomi claimed, "But really, he's just been pissing me off lately. He's wasting so much potential in this cell; the kind of potential we could really put to use on the ship if he would just call me his mistress," she paused, jabbing her fingers upward with enough force that Dom rocked forward on his footpaws, "And submit to my will..."

The hybrid could feel an orgasmic swell starting to build in his body, but there was something different about the sensation. Whereas his seed would usually be able to freely pass through the length of his cock and out of the tip in a relieving exit, his veins felt like a crowded highway, pulsing over with traffic that desperately needed to be cleared out.

As his member throbbed as if thin ropes of ejaculate should have been spraying all over the muzzle of the tigress, nothing released, save for a tiny bit of precum that was able to seep free.

"Do that a few more times, and I can almost guarantee that he will," Tanya claimed, keeping her warm, teasing breath upon the tip of his painfully sensitive manhood.

Naomi felt the clench around her digits as she brushed his prostate, unaware at first that she'd made him climax in the first place...but there was no mess, and Dom was doing all that he could not to whimper in discomfort.

He'd never known a greater sense of sexual frustration.

"Does poor, pent up Dom wanna cum?" Naomi whispered at the back of his ear. "Does it hurt when everything rushes to get out, but can't go anywhere? I bet it's enough to drive a man crazy..."

Her every word was made worse by the feeling of her digits circling around the internal button that could bring any man to his knees, and Tanya's swirling, playful tongue made sure that the promise of a climax was never too far away.

Through gritted fangs and a whimpering breath, Dom still managed to shake his head. "I c-can take it...you...b-bitch..."

It sounded more like the last words of a dying fool than the defiant stand he meant it to be, but it was all that Dom could manage in his current state.

"He's got quite a mouth on him, doesn't he?" Tanya asked.

"Sure does. It's always getting him into trouble."

Tanya revealed just how many pockets were hiding on her uniform as she reached into another one without skipping a beat. Her paws fished free a mask of stretchy latex, already shaped to fit perfectly on a canine and lifted it up to her captain.

"Try this on for size. Perhaps a little sensory deprivation will help to get your point across?"

Of course, Tanya knew that her actions would only boost the pleasure that Dom felt, ultimately making for a worse feeling every time his body came closer to orgasm, but Naomi grinned wide and took the mask with a sadistic glee that betrayed their mutual affection.

If she was going to take her role as the captain seriously, she couldn't show weakness in front of her crew members; even Tanya couldn't be allowed to fully understand what Dom was doing to her mind if she wanted to keep the respect of the crew in line, and the glimmer of her fangs in the dingy lights of the cell made it clear how much she'd enjoy encasing Dom within it.

She unzipped only two of the zippers as she tugged the neck of the mask over his face. He was bound to begin with, but even then, he was too tired to put up much of a fight as the cover slipped over his muzzle and eyes, surrounding him in darkness.

The first zipper she immediately tugged back up, keeping the mask tight on his head, but the second one, over his right ear, she left parted just enough that he'd still hear her commanding voice, the only bastion of hope left in his literally darkened world.

"I'm going to add a third digit, Dom," she gave him a preview as the third, gloved finger began swirling around the edges of his pucker. "And if you don't give in, I'll find a way to get my pinky in there, too. You're going to be my puppet literally or figuratively by the time this is all over, and it's up to you which way you'd prefer, little hybrid. This could be the most blissful pleasure you've ever known if you'd just give in...and you'll never know a greater pain if you don't."

Her voice was eerily calm, as if she'd found her center in completely depriving Dom of three of his greatest senses. The added darkness was terrifying, but it was her voice piercing that same darkness that betrayed him, as if he truly thought her to be an angel of mercy who simply lost her way.

Without his eyes, he could feel every little ministration of Tanya's lips against the tip of his member as she kissed and slurped over it, hoping that her skills would be enough to drive him up to a second, internal climax. Combined with a third digit sinking into Dom's asshole, she felt his length jump and throb against her tongue again, and expecting Naomi to show mercy, she engulfed the whole shaft of his cock and held it within her confines, eagerly swallowing against the head as she waited for her treat.

Under the mask, deprived of sight and scent, Dom struggled to breath with the latex over his muzzle. He was on the brink of climaxing and passing out all at once, and as he literally fell into Naomi's free arm, he began nodding as rapidly as his fading consciousness would allow.

As Naomi tugged the zipper from in front of his lips, Dom sucked in a heavy breath and fought back sobbing from under the mask as his will finally crumbled.

"I...g-give in..."

Naomi was so elated that she could feel moisture budding on her folds and sticking to the crotch of her outfit as she held the defeated hybrid. "If you're really subservient to me, you can say it loud enough for all of us to hear, Dom."

Tanya looked up expectantly, her mouth still filled with pulsing flesh as Dom's lips trembled around the heavy words. "You w-win, Naomi...I can't t-take this anymore!"

"So you're mine?" she asked, her voice triumphantly gleeful.

"Yes..."

"And you submit to my will? To call me mistress?"

Dom gulped, but he nodded again. "Yes."

"Pfft. Say it louder than that, you little shit."

A jab from all three of her digits left Dom to cry out and shudder against her body. " Yes! Y-yes, Mistress!"

Naomi couldn't remember the last time that she was so aroused. With the hybrid in bondage, she easily could have slammed him down to the floor and fucked him silly in front of Tanya; the tigress could have joined in, for all she cared.

Her own chastity came first, however, as she remembered her place, and her role on the ship.

"That's enough for now, then."

Tanya immediately pulled back, recognizing the shift in her captain's tone.

Dom's voice, weak as it already was, became less than a whimper as his length throbbed helplessly at the air. "What? That...that's it?!"

"You didn't really think I'd get you off just because you finally did what you should have done weeks ago, did you?" Naomi asked, wishing that she could have given him the climax instead of the push to his back that she did. He fell to his knees again as she walked past him, escorted out of the room by Tanya.

His tailhole gaped, his cock dripped and throbbed, and among it all, the mask deprived him of the outside world even more than the cell already did. Being broken was liberating for only the shortest modicum, before it became more of the same for him.

He barely heard the door slamming shut in the distance as his mind went blank.