FSE

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A long time in the making, and much overdue. The muse has struck me again, so I hope to be able to get back to my normal postings.

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Pavlor awoke gently to his owner almost snoozing next to him. His head was light from the small nap he was forced to take, the massage having relaxed and calmed him from the trials that had just occurred. Sharven lifted his head, looking at Pavlor and smiling. "Ready to head down to the dance floor before we go home?"

Pavlor smiled, "Sure, but I'm feeling a little tired."

"No problem, we won't stay long." The two got up, the masseurs bowing politely and leaving. The two got dressed and headed out to the elevator and then up to the dance floor.

The usual crowed of variously dressed orca's and accompanying pets were milling about. Pavlor was so relieved from his session he had turned his bracelet to private mode so people wouldn't bother him. Sharven left Pavlor in the hands of one of the bouncers, more to keep anyone from bothering him than to protect. He came back with two drinks and they sat watching the bar. Little time passed, but the drinks they had were gone quickly. Without spending much time, they took the elevator to the garage where they summoned their ride home.

The car had a different driver, something Pavlor didn't notice, since to him most orca's looked very similar. Sharven and the driver were having a small exchange as Pavlor got into the car. He immediately went for the game console, turning it on and starting up one that he had grown rather proficient at. Just as he was slipping his game into level four, Sharven got into the car and looked a little disappointed.

"Something wrong?" Pavlor asked.

"No, just a new driver. Its not very common, but it happens." The tenseness Sharven was exuding was not going unnoticed by his pet.

"You sure that's it?"

Sharven gave him a tired smile, reaching over to pull his pet close. Pavlor moved without provocation to his owner, and snuggled up with him. The car started moving out from the club as the evening sky was just beginning to lose its sunlit glow. The car traveled down out of the city, hitting the highway and cruising gently.

Partway down the highway, they pulled off into a small rest area. Sharven was looking out the window nervously, then quickly got on the speaker. "Driver, why are we stopping?"

"My apology Sir, there seems to be an issue with the engine. I need to stop and check it just in case; don't want to break down on the highway, Sir."

"OK, but please make it quick."

"Yes Sir."

The intercom clicked and the car came to a stop in an empty highway rest area. The driver exited the car and fixed his suit, walking to the front of the car where he popped open the hood and disappeared behind it.

An unusual amount of time passed, enough so that Sharven had picked up his phone to make a call. He pushed a button, listened, pushed a button again, listened, and threw the phone. "No signal. That's not right," he said. Indeed he was correct, phones never lost signal no matter where they were on this planet. Sharven was now typing out a code on a small keypad, causing a hidden compartment to open and reveal two empty gun holsters. "Fuck."

"What's wrong, what's going on?" Pavlor was looking nervous, the hackles on his neck began to prickle and stand up.

A small crack and then a thud came from the front of the car. The hood came down and the driver was standing there, but he wasn't alone. Five others were there as well, wearing black suits and masks to obscure their features and eyes. The driver looked dazed, and then slumped forward over the hood of the car he was trying to fix. The doors suddenly unlocked, which was supposed to be impossible. "Pet, when I say, run into the woods, and do not stop. Keep running, I will find you."

"Sharven," he began, pleadingly, the pace of his heart too fast to make coherent thinking impossible, "I..."

The look he got stopped him; there was no denying the order. "When I say run, you run."

Pavlor nodded.

The orcas began coming around the car, closing in on the doors on either side. Sharven preempted them by shoving the door open and catching one squarely in the belly. He keeled over while wheezing out, giving Sharven a moment to act. Pavlor felt himself yanked painfully out of the car by his owner and nearly tossed as far as Sharven could throw him. He stumbled, barely landing on his feet as he heard the order to run.

He took off without thinking. He dared not look back.

As much as he would rather fight with his owner, Sharven knew best. He sprinted off through some bushes while padded footfalls chased him. He could hear the scuffle, the grunts, and the hellish cry of fury which came from his owner. There was a crack, a crunch, and someone hitting the dirt ground.

Panic stricken he ran, ducking around bushes and trees, bounding over rocks and plants. Something sickeningly slimy flew past his head, getting stuck on a tree. It looked like a small octopus, clinging to and sucking on the bark. Another grazed his arm; the tentacles flung out and tried to grip him. Pavlor slapped at it, knocking it free and it instead found a branch and gripped it.

"No way... no.. Sharven..." he said to himself, twisting around this way and that, doing his best to avoid the pursuers. He ran as fast as he could, his eyes adjusting easily to the darkness of the night. Trees and bushes alien to him were all but ignored. Within the reality of this planet, nothing wild would attempt to snatch some of his precious semen, or attempt to snare him to capture and abuse his body.

Something slimy landed on his ass, one of those octopus things hit dead center on the outside of his leather uniform. He reached down, trying to grab the fleshy middle protrusion to pry it off, but the tentacles gripped too well, and all he managed to do was annoy the thing. He felt a pressure and his leather uniform began to rip, the thing pulling and moving in between the tear, then under his suit.

"No... fuck, NO!" He felt it oozing around inside the tight confines, ripping the leather to make room for itself while keeping a grip on his body. It was moving towards his sheath, and no amount of smacking or yanking was stopping its progress. The footfalls behind him were followed by a shout of victory, one of his pursuers apparently was thrilled he got the mark.

A tentacle wrapped around his tender nuts, squeezing them sharply and causing him enough pain to make him stumble. He went face first into the trunk of a tree as stars exploded in his vision. He held his head, the pain biting into him for a few moments until he felt a little prick at the base of his sheath. An intoxicating warmth filled him quickly, drowning all pain and making his vision blur. The little creature was now ripping the crotch out of the leather uniform and placing itself squarely inside his sheath.

It sucked quickly, pulling his cock from inside, making him feel pleasure in that slimy-warm way the tentacles or plants had done to him on numerous occasions. He rolled to try and get up, but he had not balance or concentration due to the chemicals raping his senses.

The creature was now stroking him expertly, making his cock-tip burn as it over stimulated it and almost made him want to pee. He groaned and rolled, watching as three of the orcas walked up to him casually. He tried to scamper, but he just couldn't from the drugs and the sweet pulling on his dick.

One orca opened up a phone and spoke, "We have the package," and hung up. Pavlor was lifted with ease as the creature sucked him off, making him moan despite his desire to the contrary. He bucked his hips as he was carried, his knot feeling the firm grip as tentacles victimized his dick.

"Let me go," he said between moans, slurring his words.

No answer came, save for being placed in the back of a van and separated from the remainder of his clothes. One of the orca's pushed him onto all fours, kneeling behind him and rubbing his prick against the tailhole. Pavlor protested, "No... no... don't... No! NO!" His drunken tone elicited only laughter.

He felt his arms being pulled up and his body forced over a padded box, his wrists soon finding cuffs wrapped around them. He yanked and growled, and all it got him was a tight, pin-lined muzzle. He tried to open his mouth in protest, and little pins jabbed painfully into his nose. A loud yelp was followed by sadistic laughter around him. "Go on, try and bite, I love hearing you pets yelp in pain," a voice mocked his ear.

A cock slammed up inside him sharply, barely lubed and thick. Pavlor went to open his muzzle to yelp, and instead got himself pricked some more on his tender nose-pad. He whined sharply, putting his head down and felt tears seep from his eyes.

"I'm going to rape you, puppy, because that is why you are here. Now take it, you worthless little slave." The one atop him had leaned down, berating the canine with glee. Laughs came around him as the orcan cock pounded against him. Pavlor felt himself becoming angry and depressed at the same time, he always had the opportunity to stop what was going on around him. This time, these orca were taking him, after having beaten up his owner, chased him through the woods and then captured him with some sort of squirming squid. He was now in a moving van, being utterly violated and unable to stop the pleasure on his cock or the pain in his tail.

The orca pounded him hard, growing close to orgasm from the excitement. He hilted his thick base inside the canine, making him whine and yelp with a tightly closed muzzle. Familiar warmth filled his body while trails of tears wetted down his fur and pin-lined muzzle. He didn't stay in long, pulling out with a slurp, a small flow of cum oozing down the furry leg. "He's all yours, boys. Fill him up."

Pavlor shook his head, but he might as well have tried to do a tap dance for all the good it did. A new cock replaced the first, finding easier purchase inside his tailhole from the stretching and deposit of semen. He did nothing but pound away, using Pavlor.

Being used.

Used.

He couldn't bite it away, or squelch it into so dark corner of his mind. He kept hearing Sharven scream, the thud as someone fell, and now the laughs and joy in these monsters' words as he was nothing more than a toy, a thing. The second orca was pounding hard, and thankfully had a short fuse as well. Only a minute after it began, he lurched in sharply and spilled himself. Pavlor felt a firm bite on his back, the orca gripping and almost tearing through the flesh while he came. He was gone, and another took his place.

He must have taken seven thick loads of orca cum inside before they stopped. He felt low, lower than any other time in his life. He was discarded on the floor of the van, whimpering and humping as he tried to cum from the creature on his dick, but couldn't. It must have been the drugs, making him weak, killing his resolve as the pain burned. At least while he was being fucked it was distracting enough, but now it felt as if he could never cum again in his life because of this suckling creature. It stimulated his cock tip torturously, once almost releasing his bladder from the over stimulation. Unfortunately the drugs were preventing that too, and he rolled around moaning and pained.

He was laughed at while van stopped and he was pulled out. He was brought down a set of stairs and into a room filled with cages barely big enough to stand or lay down in. He watched as those in the cages cringed back, some whimpering, some looking sympathetic, all of them pets.

An empty cage was waiting for him, and he was thrown inside after the creature was taken off him. He winced as it was pulled off his raw dick, he wanted to cum, but he now felt as if he tender canine cock was chaffed. He curled up ungracefully in a corner whimpering and crying to himself.

"Sharven... No... Sharven," he said, thinking he may be hurt, or worse...

A scaled hand came over between the bars and touched his shoulder. Pavlor growled and pulled away, but the hand held firm. A hissing voice, an unfamiliar one, spoke, "Relax, it will go away. The poison will make you sick for a short time. Do not cry, conserve your water."

Pavlor turned and screamed, "Leave me alone!" There was a sudden flash of red and pain struck his body, the hand inside his cage jolting back as he hissed. Pavlor began to cry, he was about to scream again when the hand came back, gripping his muzzle, "Do not shout! Be quiet, hush, conserve your water puppy."

Pavlor looked over, seeing the creature he thought he had known. It looked just like Tryst, save for a missing eye and a scar down his face. "Tryst?"

The lizard shook his head, "Feshar, my friend. Hush, you must rest, the poison. Come close, I will comfort you," he said.

Pavlor scooted to the bars, and the arm gripped and held him carefully. He didn't talk, he was too stunned to anymore. All he could do was listen to the lizard, who kept hissing gently into his ears. "When the pain comes, bite my hand. Do not cry out, or the punishment beam will activate."

Pavlor nodded, he was feeling the drunken effects waning, and a near explosive hangover beginning. He feared to know what was meant by 'the pain', the arm so close to his muzzle he could easily bite it. His stomach began to turn slightly, and before he could think about it his cock felt like a razor blade sliced up the side. He opened his mouth to cry, but the hand went in and muffled him. He bit down hard, writhing for a moment, almost drawing blood on the scaled hand. The lizard did nothing more than speak, "I am here, bite, do not cry."

The pain was brief, at least. It felt like only a dull throb after it ended.

"It will come again, relax, it will not last long."

Whimpering around the hand in his muzzle, he muffled out, "where are we." The pain was throbbing gently, not something he couldn't handle at the moment, but he feared the razor-sharp pains again.

"I do not know. We were abducted; you were the last to be brought in. I was the first. They took me from my home, I do not know of what became of my owner." His other hand started to caress Pavlor's ears slowly; the soothing touch was welcome, making him feel warm and relaxed. A moment later the pain came again, and the hand shot into his muzzle. He bit hard, whimpering, and drew a little blood as the lizard hissed in annoyance.

"I'm sorry," Pavlor said, pulling his head back and folding his ears tight.

"Do not worry. My pain will pass as will your pain. Hush, do not speak, for they listen."

Pavlor spent the next hour biting and writhing in bursts of pain, each time the intensity waning until it was little more than an annoying twitch. The energy was wrought from him, and as much as he did not wish it, sleep overtook his battered body.

Sharven was standing before him, ready to hand him a present. "Pavlor, I know this might be difficult, but I wanted you to have this."

Pavlor took the package. It was brilliantly wrapped with a huge bow. He gripped the trailing ribbons to tug it open, but they instead wrapped around his wrists. He looked up, unafraid, and saw Hreath there.

The ambassador just smiled, reached out and petted his head. Behind him, Sharven was attacking some oddly bulky ninja's and he was loosing, badly. Pavlor couldn't stand; instead Hreath picked him up and began walking away with him. "But... Sharven, he'll be killed!"

The big orca just kept walking, ignoring his pleadings. They walked around a bush, and were now in a large cage. Hreath set him down, "Worry about yourself," was all he said, and left the cage. Pavlor tried standing up, but he couldn't, green arms were reaching through the bars at him, holding him down. He wiggled, trying to get himself.

A red light and pain over his entire body woke Pavlor up. He looked around, the lizard in the cage next to him had been trying to wake him up, but the orca standing outside the cage, looking down disdainfully at him was what really had aroused him from his slumber. Pavlor barely felt rested.

The orca was dressed in a casual looking grey shirt, open with no buttons. He had a belt-less pair of jean-type material over his lower half and a little box in his left hand. "Up now, boy. Time for breakfast."

Pavlor blinked, looked at the little box and was quite sure that's what had caused the beam to hit him. Without thinking, he asked, "What's for..." but all that was stopped by a sudden, red flash of the beam and pain all over his skin. He yelped out loud, looking at the orca and getting mad.

"Uh, uh, uh," the orca said, like he was speaking to a baby. "Lowlife cum-producing slaves don't talk to their Masters. You must have been trained by some pussy little slave-rights activists. When will they learn, oh... wait, he did learn. We have his little pet." He started to laugh slightly, driving the rage right into Pavlor's ears.

The canine went to lunge forward, his mind wrapped around the image of feeding the orca his fists. He barely made it to the bars when searing, burning pain flashed across his entire body. The red light was blinding, and was even making his vision swim. It was like an acid bath, his fur wanted to burn right off his body, and when it ended, he was curled up into a little ball on the cage floor. He slunk back into the corner, curled up and whimpering. He was confused and dazed, his body trembling with fear.

"Now, now, be a good slave. Come work for your food." The orca dropped his pants, and it was obvious that he was very aroused from what he had done to Pavlor. His cock was standing up straight, almost a bright pink. "Don't want to suck for your breakfast, you can starve then, pup, last chance."

Pavlor remained in the corner, curled up and unmoving. He was still feeling the tingling, residual pain from the beam. He waited, expecting another dose from the orca, but instead he just went to the next cage.

The lizard was eagerly there, taking and sucking on the orca for a short time. A cough, a gulp and a few gags as the orca fed the lizard some piss. Pavlor watched through his fingers, disgusted by it. He didn't drink much, after a gulp or two the lizard was given a bowl of food and his water bottle was refilled. The orca made his rounds, feeding each captive some of his urine after a few sucks on his dick. More than once he punished someone in their cage for being slow or spilling too much liquid. The worst was a bovine, who looked battered and scarred, who lowed out and began to cry as the pain beam hit him, despite the fact he was doing his best and swallowing every drop.

Pavlor burned. He felt his body shake with rage and caught a glimpse of the orca as he glanced over. He was doing it on purpose, knowing Pavlor was watching. The orca walked past, stopping a moment and sticking his dick to the edge of the bars. He released the small remainder of his bladder on the canine, "I hope you get thirsty, slave. You don't swallow, you don't eat." He pulled his pants up and walked out.

The lizard next to him turned slightly, tossing a rather lumpy gruel expertly through the bars and it landed in a small puddle of cooling piss right in front of his muzzle. "Shh, eat, quickly, or we get punished."

Pavlor knew enough not to be stupid. Opening his mouth, and pulled the tasteless gruel into his mouth, swallowing it hard. The soaked-in flavor of orca piss was barely there, but he worked hard to eat as much as he could without throwing up. A moment later, another lobbed ball of gruel hit the same spot, and he ate it again. It was all he could get, because the red light blazed down in the cell next to him and stayed on for nearly ten seconds. The lizard was thrashing about, screaming in violent hisses. It stopped, and he curled into a corner, leaving the remainder of his food near the door.

"I... I'm sorry," Pavlor said, moving as if to reach through the bars.

"No!" The lizard jumped slightly. "They watch. I'm fine," was his response, staying away from the wall where the canine was. Pavlor stayed still, his body still recovering from the pain, from watching the poor bull from across the way, curled very submissively in the corner. The atmosphere was oppressive, no one wanted to move.

It must have been hours, and Pavlor now needed to relieve himself. There was no apparent way to do this; no one else was relieving themselves in any manner. The doors on one end burst open, five orcas walking in, all of them holding thick metal collars. They began taking those captive from the cages, locking collars around their necks, and leading them to get more. Pavlor didn't have to wonder why they didn't flee, the collars must shock or something if they stray too far. Finally his cage was opened, and he crawled out, needing badly to relieve himself and hoping this is where they may be going. The collar was cold, and it clicked closed around his neck. Small, dull prongs pressed in against his throat from the inner ring, and sat heavily on his muscles.

It was him, the lizard next to him and two foxes that were led out the door. They stayed close, the lizard keeping an eye on Pavlor and making sure he stayed close. They walked silently down a hall, the first door opened and one of the foxes was pushed inside. It was pitch black, and Pavlor had no idea what was inside. They moved to another, the second fox needing little more than the door opening to make him move inside. Then the lizard, who gave Pavlor a small rub on his shoulder before he went inside and the door slid, closed. The orca walked to the next door, it slid open as well, but Pavlor didn't want to go in. The burly cetacean just grabbed a hold of Pavlor's shoulder, nearly throwing him inside. The canine's heart was thumping madly in his chest. He turned to leave, but the door was closed before he got to it.

There was nothing to see, it was too dark, and he flattened himself against the wall. His ears perked up, he heard something slimy shift near him. He dared not move, unsure of what was going to happen, but seriously needing to find a toilet.

The lights came on, a spotlight right on him which was large enough to illuminate half the room. To his right, he could see into the room next to him, there was the lizard calmly squatting at a hole in the corner and doing something that most do in a private room. Pavlor, seeing a hole nearby as well, had little choice but to follow suit. With an embarrassed flush in his cheeks, he squatted and did his best to finish his business. He was barely done when the lights came on in the remainder of the room, and Pavlor would have screamed where his throat not choked with fear.

There was a large spider there, twice as big as he. It was pitch black with spindly legs, eight black eyes and large, dulled pinchers. It had course hair jutting from most of its body and angle towards its spinners, and a jerky, excited sort of stance.

It reared up on its back legs and aimed its spinners at Pavlor, who had enough time to close his eyes and put his arms in front of him. Sticky webbing shot over him like a hose spraying thin jets of water. It stopped in moments but as he opened his eyes, he found himself stuck against the wall and unable to move. His eyes darted to the side, looking at the lizard who was less defensive in his stance, but had the same thing done to him as well by another spider.

The big creature moved in, and Pavlor started to cry. He had no idea what to expect from this thing. It moved up, wrapping its pincers around his torso and sprayed more webbing, keeping him secure while it yanked him free. It started spinning him at a dizzying pace, wrapping him up save for his sheath, which hug out of the clear silver-grey webbing.

Unable to see, Pavlor felt himself lifted and stuck against the wall in a haphazard way. Something fine and sharp pierced his neck, and a warm, drunken feeling slipped into him.

Something cool and slimy gripped itself around his sheath, reminding Pavlor, in his inebriated state, of what a cold swamp might feel like. It warmed against him, stroking his sheathed cock until it slipped out. Hard pincers gripped his knot, holding it as prickly-soft feelers danced around and over him. Something rough like dull sandpaper snared and held his tip, making him want to hold steady for fear of chaffing.

He was lifted again, held face up under the spider as it slowly worked him for semen, the drugs poisoning his body making him give them up with less than pleasurable results. It was like someone had hooked a pump up to his dick, and was slowly draining his fluids forcefully. There was pleasure, but it was far overshadowed by the sucking pull and near sickening vertigo he was feeling.

Once he almost threw up, but caught himself before he did. There was no where for it to go in the tight webbing, and he would drown if he did.

Hours it seemed, and his penis felt raw, sore, and drained of everything he could give. He was dropped on the floor with little more caring than a child dropping an unwanted toy. He fell into a sleep, his mind locked away for a time, hoping, praying, that if he were to die, it would be quick and painless.