Sisyphus
Gift for DemonSoulz
Written by TwistedSnakes
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A blue furred dragon groaned as he came to. He tried to stand up but an excruciating headache made it difficult. He collapsed back onto the carpeted floor.
"Where...where am I?"
The headache blurred his vision and made it hard to think. Going by his sense of touch, he could tell he was naked. The air around him was cool with the faint stirrings of air conditioning. Allowing his vision to clear, he looked around. He was in a finely-decorated corridor with ornate doors on each side. Each door had gold numbers mounted on them: 3042, 3044, 3046, and so on.
Was he in a hotel?
How did he get here?
Why was he here?
He didn't remember anything.
"How, what, who...who am I?"
The dragon frantically searched his mind for anything that could help. The only thing he could remember was his name. Soul.
"Soul. My name is Soul," he muttered, as if saying his name could help bring back more memories. "Why...why can't I remember anything?"
He stumbled to his feet. Help. He needed help. Where could he get help?
"9183," the number escaped his lips before he knew where it came from.
He needed to go to room 9183.
He didn't know how he knew it, but he just knew it. That's where he could get help. He took a careful step forward. His body felt weak and sore, as if he had been shoved around and beaten up. That feeling only raised more questions. For now, he had to find room 9183.
Enduring the aching in his muscles, he explored the corridors. Without clothes, he was exposed and vulnerable. He kept one hand over his crotch, and the other over his chest as he stumbled around. The last thing he wanted was to be seen like this.
The corridors seemed to stretch on endlessly. He was about to turn around a corner when he heard some voices. There people in the other corridor coming his way. Scrambling in the other direction, he crouched behind a potted plant and watched them pass.
One of them was a wolf, and the other was a hawk.
"Hah! That loser ferret didn't know what he was doing," the wolf talked loudly. "He bet all his money when I had all the winning cards. He better have the money to pay the Silver Serpent back."
"Did you see the way the guards approached him? He's going to be 'paying back' all right."
They both guffawed. Soul shuddered. He had contemplated asking them for help, but from the way they talked, he knew he couldn't trust them. Cruelty dripped from their voices.
"I heard some of the service 'drones' in the casino owe the Silver Serpent money. They get brainwashed, suited up in a latex suit and gas mask so nobody recognises them."
"Really? Maybe we can hire the ferret to serve us tomorrow. Bet his ass is still a virgin. He seemed like the kind. Can't wait to loosen up his tight hole."
"Heh, I'll take his maw then."
The pair laughed again. They were getting closer to Soul's location. Thankfully, they opened a room door and went in before they saw him.
When they were gone, Soul got up and continued down the corridor cautiously. He followed the signs pointing towards the lift lobby, careful to avoid people passing by. It couldn't have taken more than five minutes, but sneaking around naked made it feel like an eternity.
He got to the elevators and pressed the button. One opened immediately and he dashed into the empty elevator. His heart jumped from the sound of approaching footsteps, and he hastily pressed the "91" button.
"Hey, wait!" Someone was sprinting towards the open elevator.
The doors closed before the person could press the elevator button.
Soul heaved a sigh of relief as the cabin ascended. Floor 30. Floor 35. Floor 40.
There was a dinging sound as the elevator stopped on the 44th floor. The doors opened and a lizard and panther walked in. Soul could tell he couldn't trust them.
"Hey there, handsome," the panther purred, admiring the dragon's naked form. "What's your name?"
Soul kept silent. The lizard chuckled and pressed another button.
"Staff or vistor?" The panther pushed himself close to Soul. The dragon was a head shorter than him, and he could smell the feline's perfume on his suit. "I asked, staff or visitor?" the panther repeated, this time half-growling in annoyance.
"I...I don't--" Soul stuttered.
"Staff it appears," the lizard grabbed the dragon's arm and pulled him over. He pointed at the back of the dragon's head and combed the fur apart. "See? Property of the Silver Serpent."
"Wha?" Soul felt the back of his head near the top of his spine. There was a metal plate stuck there.
"Ah. I'd like to have a little fun with you then," the panther held Soul's chin in his palm. The dragon pulled away fearfully. "Are you free now? Or am I going to have to book a session?"
"I'm not for booking. Please, leave me alone."
"Hey!" the panther grabbed his arm before the dragon could step away. "You can't treat a visitor like this. What fucking service is this?"
"Please! Stop! You're hurting me!"
The door opened at the 91st floor. Soul swung his fist and hit the panther's chest.
"Oww! What the fuck!"
That was enough for the feline to let go of him. Soul seized the opportunity and ran out of the elevator before the doors could close. He scrambled down the corridor and hid behind a corner. The panther and lizard didn't give chase.
"What...what's going on?"
Were strangers normally this aggressive? This didn't feel like the world he knew. Then again, what was the world he knew? He racked his brain for answers, hoping for fragments of memories that could tell him what was going on. He found nothing.
"Room 9183," he mumbled. He had to go there.
He followed the signs in the corridor. 9179. 9181. 9183. This was the room. He looked around to make sure there was nobody else coming. He knocked on the door and waited. A doberman opened it, dressed in only pants and looking surprised.
"Soul?"
"You-you know my name?"
"Yeah, I--"
"Can you please help me? I woke up here. I don't remember anything. And there were people. And someone tried to--"
"Okay, okay. Calm down. Come in and I'll help you."
The doberman let the dragon in and shut the door behind them. The hotel room was fancy. Black marble formed the reflective walls of the room. Instead of ceiling lights, strip lights were installed where the walls met the floor and ceiling. The furniture was a light grey to match. A doorway connected the adjacent bedroom.
"Sit on the couch, and you can tell me what happened," the doberman poured a glass of water. He walked over to the couch, handed the glass to the dragon, and sat down beside him. "Start from the beginning."
Soul took a sip. "I woke up in a corridor downstairs." He sniffled and shivered. "I can't remember anything. I only know my name, but I don't know who I am, or where I came from, or how I got here. I saw some people. They seemed different. More cruel. I was so scared."
Tears escaped his eyes. "There, there," the doberman put his arm around the dragon and gave him a comforting hug. "What happened next?"
"I...I tried to get help. Your room number came to my mind, so I made my way here. There was someone in the lift. He asked me if I was a staff or visitor. Then he tried to...he tried to..." Soul let out a whimper. "He wanted some service. I think he wanted sex. And his friend said there was this thing..."
He felt the back of his head. The metal plate was a small square two inches across. This wasn't natural. Why was it there? He tried to pry it off but it was stuck fast. Was it screwed to the back of his skull?
"Ngngn..." he bit his lip. His fingertips explored the metal surface. There was something engraved on it.
"Here, turn around," the doberman asked. "Let me take a look."
Soul turned around. Suddenly, he was shoved facefirst onto the couch.
"Mfft!" his screams were muffled by the cushions of the couch. The doberman held his head there, refusing to let him get up.
"I'll get straight to the point. I hired you for a good time. For the next two hours you're mine."
Soul struggled frantically. The doberman wasn't here to help him! This raised more questions than answers, but those were the least of his concerns. He was in danger.
Holding the dragon's head against the couch, the doberman went to the other side. Yanking Soul's head fur, he pulled the dragon up to face him.
"Please," Soul pleaded. The pain brought tears to his eyes.
"If you don't want to get hurt, you'll obey my every instruction, you hear?"
"Okay, please! Don't hurt me!"
"Please what?"
"Please..."
"Please Master. You will call me Master. Try again."
"Please Master."
"Good boy."
The doberman pushed Soul's muzzle against his crotch. The dragon could smell the canine's musk through his corduroy pants.
"Go on, give it a good sniff."
His strength was no match for the doberman's. Unable to hold his breath, he was forced to take in the doberman's scent. It was masculine and musky, mixed with the fragrance of lavish perfume. His instincts wanted to push his assailant away, but he was afraid of what the doberman would do to him if he resisted. All he could do was to let the doberman have his way with him.
With his other hand, the doberman undid his pants.
"Service me, boy."
Whimpering softly, Soul nuzzled against the fabric of the canine's underwear. The rayon was thin and elastic, hugging the doberman's manhood in a sizable bulge. The dragon closed his eyes, trying to mentally distance himself as he rubbed his muzzle against the shape of the canine's sheath and nuts. He shivered in disgust.
"Mngg...fuck..." the doberman groaned in pleasure.
His sceptre was slowly emerging from his shaft. Grabbing Soul's head, he directed the dragon's muzzle towards the tapered tip of his dick beneath the tight trunks.
"Lick."
Soul hesitated.
"Lick!" The doberman clenched his fist around the dragon's head fur, making him yelp in pain.
The dragon stuck out his tongue and licked the fabric of the doberman's trunks. There was the mild taste of the canine's salty pre, and it filled Soul with disgust. Not wanting to face the doberman's wrath, he forced himself to continue. With his tongue, he traced the edges of the canine's shaft, coating everything with his warm saliva. The doberman's cock was throbbing; the canine was tensing it with each stroke of Soul's tongue.
As the doberman's erection grew to its full length, its red tip emerged from the top of the doberman's trunks. Soul avoided it, but the doberman pushed his head against the precum-coated tip of his dick. The dragon was forced to lick the shiny tip, spreading the taste of doberman pre over his tongue.
"Good boy. Lick it all up."
The doberman's leaking precum was quickly replaced with the dragon's saliva, giving it a wet shine. The canine tugged the elastic of his trunks down and tucked it behind his balls, revealing his ample manhood. Before Soul could resist, the doberman thrust the dragon's head downwards. The doberman's girthy shaft filled the dragon's mouth with its warm, throbbing flesh.
"If I feel your teeth, you're going to regret it."
In tears, Soul mumbled his acknowledgement. He puckered his lips, making sure to keep the doberman's dick away from his sharp teeth.
"More tongue."
The dragon reluctantly stroked the underside of the doberman's shaft with his tongue before circling its tapered tip. The doberman put his hands on either side of Soul's head and gently pulled the dragon off his dick. With a forceful jerk, he pulled the dragon's maw back down on his cock.
Soul choked, but the doberman held his head there. The dragon tensed his jaw, hoping that his coughing wouldn't scrape his teeth against the doberman's rod. His hands were trembling, barely able to support his weight. The doberman pulled him back before forcing him back down again.
The dragon let out a pitiful mew. His maw was being used as a glorified fleshlight as the doberman manhandled him. With all the rough shoving, Soul was sure his teeth must've grazed the doberman's dick. He was terrified of the doberman, but the canine didn't seem to mind. Instead, the doberman seemed to be focused on his pleasure.
"Don't slack off. You better suck for all you're worth."
Soul worked his tongue and suckled against the canid cock. He didn't know if he was doing it right; he had never done this before. If he had, he didn't remember. Still, primal fear drove him to make an effort.
The doberman was getting more and more worked up. He was bucking his hips, abusing the dragon's maw like it was his personal fucktoy. His huffs were interlaced with his moans as he expressed his pure arousal.
Soul, on the other hand, was far from enjoying this. His lips were pursed around the canine's throbbing shaft as he tried to keep it away from his teeth. He worked his tongue up and down, careful to suppress his gag reflex whenever the doberman's dick touched the back of his throat. The fur around his eyes were stained with tears of distress. Rape. That was the word. He was getting raped.
A warmth filled Soul's throat and he gagged.
"Teeth, boy."
Soul whined softly. The doberman had just came in his mouth, shooting jet after jet of canine spunk into the back of his maw. Soul clenched his throat, but there was no stopping the copious amounts of sticky seed from flowing down his gullet. The warm feeling stuck in his gullet and stomach. It made him feel dirty and revolted.
The doberman continued to move Soul back and forth, milking every last drop of need from his manhood. Finally satisfied, he released the dragon. Soul immediately pulled back and tried to spit it out, but the doberman was faster. The canine grabbed his maw and clamped it shut.
"I don't want you wasting a single drop of my seed, you got it boy?"
"Mnn..." Soul conceded.
"Now swallow it."
The doberman lifted Soul's maw, forcing the dragon to tilt his head back. The dragon reluctantly gulped down the residual cum. It left a salty aftertaste that stuck in his mouth and refused to go away.
"Got it all down?"
"Mnn..." Soul managed a nod despite his restrained jaw.
"Good boy." The doberman released him.
Soul fell off the couch and onto the floor.
"Get back up on the couch, boy. I'm not done with you yet."
"P-please..."
Still scrambling on the carpet, Soul backed away.
"Please..."
What could he beg for? Release? Would the doberman let him go? He could beg for mercy and hope that the doberman took it easy on him. Would he listen?
"We're only just getting started," the doberman smirked. He eyed the dragon with a hunger in his eyes, like a predator hunting its prey.
"N-no! Please!"
Soul got to his feet and ran for the door. He pulled on the doorknob frantically but the door was locked. There was no latch to be found, only a card scanner. The dragon had no way of opening this. He banged on the door.
"Help! Someone help me please!"
The doberman grabbed his shoulder and pulled the dragon away from the door. His free hand clamped the dragon's mouth shut.
"Keep trying to escape and I'll break every bone in your body, do you hear me, boy?"
Soul twisted free of the doberman and ran.
The bedroom!
He bolted into the bedroom. If he could lock himself in there, he would have time to find help. He turned around to slam the door, but the doberman was too fast. The canine had stuck his arm through the door frame, blocking Soul from closing the door.
With a violent shove, the doberman flung the door open. It hit the wall with a deafening bang as Soul fell to the ground. The doberman towered over him with an evil smirk that filled the dragon with dread.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Please, let me go. I'm scared."
The doberman grabbed the back of Soul's neck. Assisted by his immense strength and Soul's light frame, he lifted the dragon up and threw him face down on the bed. The impact against the mattress was soft, but it left the dragon disoriented all the same. Before Soul could react, the doberman was on top of him, pinning him down.
"I love your fight," the doberman whispered in his ear. "It just makes it more satisfying to break you."
There was the sound of ripping tape. The doberman pulled Soul's arms behind his back and wound the industrial tape around his wrists. The tape's adhesives stuck relentlessly to his fur, refusing to release Soul's arms. The dragon squirmed helplessly as the doberman lifted up his tail. With more tape, he secured Soul's tail to his bound wrists. Satisfied with his handiwork, he spread the dragon's buttcheeks, exposing his trembling pucker.
"W-what are you doing?" Soul whimpered.
"Enough questions. This will shut you up."
There was the sound of more ripping tape as the doberman wrapped it around Soul's muzzle.
"Mnnff!" the dragon whimpered. A cold fluid was squirted over his tailhole, making him shiver.
The doberman's fingers pressed against Soul's crack, smearing the liquid over the dragon's pucker. Fighting against the ring of clenched muscles, he slid a lubricated finger into the dragon's tailhole. He pushed his finger fully into Soul's tunnel before pulling out. In and out he went, elicting pitiful groans from the dragon. The doberman wriggled his finger within the dragon, teasing and massaging his inner walls.
The anal stimulation was erotically arousing, and Soul had an unwilling erection to show for it. The dragon blushed in embarassment, but he could not will his red mast to relax. All he could do was endure the humiliation.
A second finger invaded his rump. The doberman was spreading his fingers open, prying open Soul's entrance despite his efforts to clench. A third finger followed soon after. The doberman poured more lubricant on his fingers, smearing the dragon's passage with the slick fluid.
Once Soul's breech was turned into a well-lubricated fuckhole, the doberman pulled his fingers out. Unsheathing his red rocket from his trunks, he directed it towards Soul's tailhole. The dragon whimpered, unable to escape the inevitable.
"Take a deep breath."
A burning sensation seared through Soul's rear as the doberman penetrated him. The canine held the dragon's hips with both hands as he slid his sceptre into the tight tunnel. With the assistant of the lubricant, he spread the dragon open easily. Soul clenched and tried to expel the intruder, but to no avail.
The doberman pulled out slowly, allowing Soul to recover from the pain. Without warning, he forcefully thrust his hips forward, hilting his cock in the dragon.
"Hffnn!" Soul whimpered in pain. The doberman was thrusting in and out of him, ignoring his tormented cries. Each plunge was not just physical agony: there was immense shame that accompanied it. The shame of being treated as a sex object, a mere fucktoy.
Tears were streaming down his face, soaking his white and blue fur. Each of the doberman's thrust shoved him forward, and his body limply followed along for the ride. He felt utterly defeated. Nothing made sense to him. He had so many questions. Where was he? Why was he here? Who was the doberman? How did he know his name? And why did he offer to help, only to betray his trust? Why did he remember room 9183? Was it a coincidence?
But he had no answers. All he had was the repeated pounding of his ass by a stranger's unwelcome dick. The doberman's moans of pleasure was like salt in the wound, completely revelling in his suffering. Still bucking his hips, the doberman leaned forward so his chest was pressed against Soul's back. He gave the dragon's ear a playful nip before chuckling.
"Aww, you look so scared and helpless," the doberman stroked Soul's head consolingly. "Are you afraid of the big scary dog?"
Soul whimpered. The doberman bit hard on his ear and he yelped in pain. The tape held his mouth shut, muffling his cries.
"You're my little toy, you hear me?"
Soul closed his eyes in fear. The doberman's voice in his ear terrified him. The canine was still ploughing through his tight rear, stretching his muscles beyond what he could bear.
"Hey!" the doberman yanked his head fur. "I asked you a question!"
"Mnnn!" Soul nodded in agreement.
"Good boy." The doberman let go. Still impaling the dragon on his throbbing shaft, he stuck his tongue in the dragon's ear. With swift motions of his tongue, he explored the dragon's ear, teasing his sensitive spots. Soul whimpered.
"You're nothing but a pathetic fucktoy," the doberman said between huffs. "Just a cocksleeve for my dick."
The dragon's face rubbed against the bed as his body was shoved back and forth by the doberman's fucking. His tears stained the dark blue sheets.
"A slut to be broken and abused."
The doberman was getting closer to orgasm with each plunge of his rod into the dragon's innermost recesses.
"And when I'm done with you, someone else will break you all over again."
Faster and faster the canine thrust.
"Get ready to fulfill your purpose."
With a satisfied moan, the doberman reached the peak of his lust. Bucking his hips, he pushed his knot past the dragon's pucker and into his inner tunnel. Soul could feel a warm fluid fill his insides as the doberman released his canine spunk
"Fuck..." the canine grunted. "That felt good."
Feeling the sexual fatigue, he rested his body weight on top of the dragon. The both of them collapsed on the bed with Soul pinned beneath the doberman. Soul closed his eyes in shame. Every last shread of his self-worth and dignity had been reduced to nothing. Even his sexual assailant was tied to him, making it impossible to run from the reality of the situation. He laid there, sobbing quietly. The doberman must've fallen asleep. All Soul could do was wait.
"How does it feel to be a cum dump?"
Soul woke up to the doberman's voice.
"Guess you fell asleep too, huh?" The canine chuckled, pulling his flaccid dick out of Soul's rear. A string of cum was stuck to the tip of his cock, and he wiped it on the dragon's fur.
Soul struggled, still bound by the tape. The doberman put his pants back on and turned to the squirming dragon.
"Well, I'm done with you."
He grabbed Soul's arm and lifted him off the bed. Dragging the limping dragon, he made his way into the living room and towards the door. A quick scan of his membership card opened the door and he tossed the dragon out.
Soul hit the carpet face-first as the door closed behind him. With his arms taped behind his back, he struggled to get to his feet. His maw was still taped shut. His fur was soaked with his tears and the doberman's saliva. His rear was still pumped full of the doberman's seed.
There was the sound of voices coming down the corridor, and Soul fled in the opposite direction. His leaking tailhole left a trail of sticky cum behind him. He ran through the network of corridors until he came to a door with a "Stairs" sign. Using the bottom of his jaw, he twisted the handle and went into the stairwell. He let the door close behind him and he heaved a sigh of relief.
But he was not out of the woods yet. He was scared, and he didn't know what was going on. He had just been raped, too. He couldn't trust anyone. If he was in a hotel...could he just escape? Taking the elevators would be too risky, but he could follow the stairs to the ground floor. Perhaps he could find help outside.
He needed to calm down and stop crying first. Then he needed to get the tape off him. Twisting and pulling his wrists, he attempted to pull the tape apart.
"Mnggft!"
Soul strained and whimpered. It wasn't coming off! Then he felt the tape give. He managed to find the loosened end with his fingers and he hastily tugged at it. His hands came free and he quickly unwound the tape from his muzzle. It left his fur sticky and matted, but at least he could talk again.
He took a moment to catch his breath. After this, he would get out of this place and get some help. Or he could run far away from this place and try to forget everything. Or he could--
"New client assigned." The voice sounded like it had been digitally synthesised, but it didn't sound like it came from outside. It felt like it was speaking directly into his mind.
"What? Who are you?" Soul asked frantically.
There was a sharp pain from the back of his head. Soul's hands rose to clutch his head and his fingers touched the metal plate there.
The metal plate!
It must've been the source of the voice. Maybe it was a device of some sort.
"Commencing mental reset."
"Wha? Wait. Wait!" Soul didn't like the sound of that.
"20%"
Was it erasing his memories? He needed to stop it! He grabbed the metal plate and pulled at it, but it wouldn't budge.
"40%"
Soul opened the door and ran into the corridor.
"Please!" he yelled. "Somebody, help me please!"
"60%"
"Please! Don't do this!" He collaped on the carpeted floor, clutching the back of his head.
"80%"
"What's happening to me?" he asked in one last plea. "I'm scared."
"100%"
"Toy is ready."
A blue furred dragon groaned as he came to.
"Where...where am I?" The dragon frantically searched his mind for anything that could help. The only thing he could remember was his name.
"Spark. My name is Spark."
Monthly progress report: slave has provided services amounting to $29,824.09
Existing debt: $84,219,842.32
Remaining debt (before interest): $84,190,018.23
Remaining debt (after interest): $91,767,119.87
~ End ~