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Warning: The following story was written for the purpose of entertainment of people with quite elaborate and/or exotic, thus also sometimes extreme kinks. Therefore, you should be aware of the very explicit content, varying from very extensive sexual kinks, through themes of slavery and rape, to a degree of fetish-bound scenes of torture, violence and even sometimes death. Viewer discretion is advised.

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"This way, fleabags!" - the coarse voice of the slave driver pierced the night, as the slave handler's caravan entered the city limits under the veil of the night. A group of furries padded behind him in complete silence. Cuffed by the wrists, ankles and collared with thick coils of rope, that connected them one to another. They walked towards the amphitheater of the city, already hearing the pitched screams of gladiators, followed by the roars of the crowd. The biggest in the region, perhaps even the whole empire, ruled by anthropomorphic races. Condemned to the torments greater than they can imagine, but given a sliver of hope to regain their freedom. Also given a choice: make the crowd love you and work for your pardon, or ask for merciful, quick death.

All thanks to this peculiar empire's vile and unjust laws. Slavery and mistreatment of servants were long since legalized and only a complete outsider or visitor from foreign empire would even think of a topic such as 'human rights' or whatever would furry races call it colloquially. The divide between nobles, commoners and lowlifes was so deep, that it was pretty much beyond the point of return. And so was the difference in privileges, obligations and general lifestyle.

As the slave caravan approached the colosseum's gates, a group of masters came out to take a look at the new stock of slaves. Poor souls dragged inside could hear the whispers. Terrifying whispers of the ordeals waiting for them. They didn't yet know how their sentence was meant to be executed, but the damp corridors reeked of sweat and fear. They were taken apart and one by one led into a closed room.

"You now! Inside!" The reptilian slaver with empty, cold stare shouted at the frightened bunny girl, who stood in the corner of the room, covering from the line of his sight and reach of his whip. "Time to process you, fresh meat. What, you scared? Oh, soon you'll regret that I didn't pick you for my personal fucktoy and keep you away from the stage... tehehe.."

The bunny girl fought with the urge to run or hide from his stare, but a smack of the whip that brought a searing burn to her hip quickly convinced her to move. She entered the door and fell to her knees as the door shut behind her and knocked her to the front. Before her, a familiar group of slave masters stood. Each one more scary looking than the other. Neither of them bringing good impression or ease to her senses.

From left to right, four characters stood there, watching as she stands up. First was a Crocodile. Like all others, he was wearing only a harness over his upper body and a leather strip loincloth over his groin. It wasn't a surprise, considering the moist and hot air that filled the slave pens. Croc was all covered in scars and missed a couple scales on his back and arms. He was shorter than the others, but his arms and legs were nearly twice as thick in muscle-mass, compared to the other three. He was also the only one with a prominent belly and overweight apparition. A hulky type with no regard to his appearance.

"Look 'ere.. What a wimpy frame. She would get broken and die from just the training under me. I'll pass on this gal. How about ya, eh? Plank?"

Crocodile turned towards the others. Directly next to him, stood a slender snake female - Sarina, who hissed at him, baring her venom-fangs. Her naga-like lower body had a broad hip-section and a really long, coiled tail, which she sat upon in a regal pose. Snake mistress was a pureblood snake-folk, and thus had no mammaries, what utterly irked her, when anyone would jest upon it. She wore nothing aside from arm bracelets and a thick gold coil. Her black scales were contrasted only by the bright yellow pattern on her wide cobra hood, bottom side of her body and the eerie, white and slitted eyes.

"Oh... ssince when you pass up on fragile, defensseles females? Guess your cock is already limping from all the poor sobs who went through your hands, Burghon. Or maybe you've developed an interest in sucking cock yourself? But I'll pass either. I'm hoping for a tasty new male... maybe ssome hoofer. They always struggle sso hard~."

Last two were females as well. Either looking like the exact opposite of the other. A vixen, young, slender and cute with her ginger, soft fur, almost looking like a teen. Besides her stood the dragoness - tall, with white and bleached pink colored scales, covering her whole, well toned, athletic body of an amazon. What was peculiar about her, was the multitude of marks on her body. Black, reddening and sometimes even dark purple marks from branding irons, whip and other kinds of painful means of torture.

"Too small. I want a big one. Breaking a scared little girl is no challenge at all." The vixen chirped out, with her pitched voice. Vikky turned around on the high heel of her boot. "I'll leave this one for you guys. Call me when some hunk shows up."

Lastly, the dragoness. She tilted her head to the side, staring at the bunny. "Ain't it the cutest thing we've seen so far? I'll take her then. It will be such a pleasure to watch you all ashamed and humiliated by a frail little bunny girl. Maybe not during her first fight, but we got all the sweet time to train we need..."

Dragoness' words brought a chill down the bunny girl's spine. But that was not all, that made her body shiver as she looked upon her soon-to-be slave mistress. The dragoness gone by the name Calorros. It was an odd name for a female perhaps, but considering her apparition, it was quite a good fit. The dragoness was tall and her body was well toned. To the point that only Burghon could compare to her in terms of muscle. Yet as opposed to him, her arms, legs and even tail all looked extremely agile. She was not a glutton nor a slaggard like him either.

The remaining slavers nodded at each other, as a sign of approval to the dragonesses claim. A little custom that previous generations of slave trainers came up with, to avoid unclear ownership matters. It was also easier this way - when everyone else accepted the claim of each specific slave. On rare occasions, the claim was made by more than one slaver. The dispute was resolved in various ways. Sometimes a fistfight, other time a drinking contest. Yet usually, it ended at the point of testing each other's resolve.

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Cilla was taken down the hallways. All alone now. Separated from others and robbed of her ragged clothes as she was led to the processing room. She received a thorough and very unpleasant bath. Cuffed to the wall by her wrists, she was splashed with a few buckets of almost boiling hot water. Afterwards, two lizards cleaned her with two floor brushes. She could feel the stiff and sharp friction of the brush bristles against her whole body, from ears to toes. Her crotch and breasts were sore from just the sheer force of the brushing the lizards applied to them. And they took their time too, seemingly taking pleasure from it. An ice-cold flush wasn't much of a relief either, as the hard jets of water struck her from both sides, not giving her a chance to cover or turn away from the water lashes.

Soaked and shivering from cold, she was pushed to the next room. There, her new mistress welcomed her, as the lizard jailors seated her onto the wooden chair and fixed her tightly to it by leather belts on her wrists, ankles, waist and neck. They stood besides her as Calorros came closer to her, accompanied by a third lesser lizard, who held a bottle of creepy looking slime in his thin, clawed hands.

"Do it." - the dragoness said, ordering the three sidekicks to begin the procedure.

The two at bunny's sides grabbed her by the head and forcefully pulled it back. Thumbs of their hands rammed into the corners of her mouth quickly forced her to open her mouth wide, as the third lizard pushed the bottle's neck into her throat, holding the bottle upside down. The slimy stuff tasted horrible by itself. It was bitter and acidic at the same time. But most of all, it reeked of something really musky and tainted. She felt how it creeped down her gullet, but she could not fight it, as she choked and swallowed the stuff hastily trying to regain the ability to breathe. Once they emptied the bottle into her maw, the three stepped back. Calorros watched her from the front of her chair and began to explain.

"You're probably having a hard time focusing on a single thing right now. But you will learn to listen soon enough. For now, just listen to me. You know all too well where you are and what's your life came to be. What you do not know, is the slime that you so reluctantly swallowed. It should begin to manifest any moment now..."

It did began to manifest its effect for sure. Exactly as the dragoness mentioned it, Cilla felt her stomach aching and burning from the inside. An eerie sensation of numbness spreading from her insides and moving outward, to her upper body, then limbs and head. She wasn't paralyzed. But something was off. The wounds on her wrists that she got from the thick metal cuffs ceased to hurt for a moment. They began to heal. Wounds closing up and healing at an astounding rate. Leaving no scar tissue at all. Only smooth, slightly reddening skin and a small area lacking fur, where it was ripped off by the shackles.

"Ah yes. The bile is already working. That goo you just began to digest is a very fancy stuff. Basilisk bile, they call it. I don't give a shit about how they gather it or what's the magic behind it. What I do know, is that the stuff makes you shitty little pushovers extremely durable. Undying really. Stuff works only for a limited time though. So we have to make good use of each dose we put into the likes of you."

The dragoness explained with a cold tone of her voice. Cilla could not urge a single word out of her mouth in terror and confusion alike. The burn down her stomach faded away completely, but some of the unsettling warmth all over her body remained still. Her eyes followed the dragoness closely as she approached one of the braziers that lighted the dungeon and as if it was nothing, she picked a burning piece of incandescent coal and brought it back in her bare claws. Cilla instinctively shuddered at the sight of the dragoness playing with the glowing rock. Calorros pressed it against her skin casually and with obvious joy coming from it. There was a quiet hiss of sweat and moisture on her scaled skin evaporating at each kiss of the burning coal. The dragoness narrowed her eyes each time she done that. Seemingly enjoying the searing pain it gave her. When she aimed it at her very nipple, the bunny girl looked back. Yet still she could hear as even the dragoness felt it much stronger over her nipple and let out a groan of pain, followed by a gasp of bliss.

"Okay. I've had my fun. Your turn now." - Calorros grabbed the bunny girl by the fur of her head and held the burning coal in front of her eyes for a moment. She made sure that her bunny slave feels the heat emanating from the lump of coal. So she could anticipate the burn that would come. Dragoness had her goons tie the bunny really tight onto the chair. In truth, she could only move her head and fingers freely. The chair squeaked and bent ever so slightly as the coal neared poor bunny's breast and nipple. Then, the first burning kiss connected to her skin. And it wasn't a quick poke, but a long, torturous press as the dragoness held the coal in place for a couple agonizing seconds.

Cilla trashed in her bonds and shivered all over. Screaming at the top of her lungs when her bare, furles nub was being roasted alive by that damned dragon female. If she just kept that coal in place, but no! She pressed it and twisted at the same time. Making sure that the charred outer skin of hers doesn't lessen the sensation at all.

"How's that, sweetie? Painful enough? You think it's bad. You're a sobbing mess already. But that won't be enough to survive around here. You're a weak shit. Worthless, lost cause kind of gladiator candidate. Others maybe would throw you into the shitter after raping you dead and maybe a little bit after you stopped breathing. But me... I'm gonna temper you like steel, against the pains you cannot imagine. I enjoy the challenge."

Bunny girl could not muster a word of answer, as her vocal cords were already strained from all the howls of pain she let out so far. But it was nowhere near end of her torture. Through tears she could only see somewhat blurred light glowing from the burning coal piece that moved out of her view, while her neck still was cuffed tightly to the chair. She felt as cold claws of the dragoness spreads her tight bunny pussy, what already filled her with terror and made her shake her head to the sides and plead for mercy. "NO! Please! Not the-eeeeeeeeiiiiiii......". Poor lapine lost her voice again when the smoking hot lump sank into her passage. Cilla shook and jerked against the cuffs. The hiss of her vaginal lining getting cauterized filled the air. She could feel the stench of flesh getting cooked coming from below. She was ready to pass out. But could not. Why could she not white-out and avoid at least some of that agony?!

"You feel it all, do you not?" - the dragoness spoke again with terrifying calm - "The bile is a wonderous thing, but it's got those drawbacks. Sarina's elixirs always got that nasty twist to them. Not like I mind~".

The torment lasted for quite a while, before the coal lump was pulled out of her again, now only mildly warm. Calorros waited for a mere moment before reaching down for bunny's nipple and pinching it hard into her claws. To Cilla's surprise, it was just red, but did not show a sign of the punishment it took. Utterly destroyed tissues returned to normal, just like dragoness said. She was sure that she will never feel a thing on that bud, but there she now felt the hard pinch and tug from her captor's attentions in full.

"You got it, right? There's no sign of burn, no wounds... just the pain. And as excruciating as it might feel... while the bile works, anything lesser than a lost limb or a stab from a sword will pretty much heal in seconds. Or won't damage your skin at all! Marvelous.... simply.... marvelous..."

She narrowed her eyes and pulled her head back as she pressed some freshly heated up coal onto her own cunt, again according to her favourite rule of sharing the pain with her victims. The dragoness didn't drink that foul tasting stuff yet.

"Do you know what's the best thing of being my breed of dragons? Our nervous systems are crooked. Some call it a curse of insensibility. I won't ever feel a gentle stroke of a lover's hands across my waist. Nor a pair of lips placing kisses onto my neck. But I will also not crumble from a strike of the whip or even if someone were to brand my cunt with glowing hot iron. I can test a multitude of tortures on myself and learn which ones to use on whom... and in what amount. You will learn about it. Steadily. One by one. Until you're able to take the most harsh of pains and still think clear. Or you will break and be given to our hounds to do whatever they want with you. Some failures were lucky to get raped to death before they were eaten."

Cilla could not believe a glimpse of it happening. This could not be true. Not like this. Death or lifetime of torture? She already felt broken mentally. Sheer glimpses of resistance left in her mind, telling her to endure. To survive. Instinct that she would rather ignore if she could. But she was a cowardly little bunny after all. She had no power to end it quick. It was gonna be a long and hellish future before her.