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The advance of time was becoming more and more challenging to process in Dragonfly's mind. The lighting never changed from the low amount locked up torches and weak lights gave off. Every direction the weasel looked was the same environment. Long corridors progressed to a point out of his view and hallways curved past his vision. He had come to sometime during his initial jailing, so the ermine held no reference point for where he was or where to go, if he even could.

His arms ached from being held above his neck since his arrival, a time to which Dragonfly was certain had to have been a day and a half by now. The agonizing bite from his strained nipples had settled down to a slow, throbbing ache, one that permeated from deep within his pectoral muscles. His balls held tightly downward from their own snug, ringed weight, and his cock remained out, but soft, unable to sheath itself courtesy of one of the raccoon's parting gifts added to his body before he left the captive he'd twice raped.

Disgust seeped out of his mind the same way sweat had from his body some time ago. It had taken ample time for the pain in his nipples to lessen enough to allow for sleep, which came swiftly. Dreams of freedom and fresh air of the far flung past of his innocent childhood lifted his spirits somewhat, but reality was a cruel mistress and despair reintroduced itself once again as soon as he opened his eyes.

Noises from a long distance away bounced throughout the corridors in a haunting manner: inaudible conversations, yells, howls, tumbling growls. It was better than silence, but the level of distortion gave them an incredibly eerie tone. They also worked to slowly and subtly put Dragonfly's mind into a trance, his brain focusing on the sounds until he could almost make out the words.

Caught totally unprepared, the weasel half jumped when he felt paws against his fur. Fresh pain lanced up his nipples and chest as the weights tugged back at the sudden jolt. Pins and needles ran through half numb legs and as he craned his neck as much as he could, Dragonfly recognized the Procyon behind him. In a way, he was relieved for company, but he knew that this kind of companionship was not one he really wanted.

"Did I wake you, insect? Must have been experiencing some nice dreams to have never heard me sneak up. Perhaps fantasies of my cock spearing you once again."

Only a small grunt was returned from the weasel, his jaws still spread open by the ring gag pulled far back into his muzzle. Those same two paws from before traced down his obliques, pricking at the sensitive skin underneath the white fur. Sliding down, they lightly grazed over the rough red scab lines on his hips that he had scored in their first copulation. The ermine could feel his pucker quiver slightly, a small dribble of leftover raccoon cum sliding out.

"You still reek of my seed, slave. I like that, a lot."

Claws dug against his upper things as his master licked over the back of his neck several times, running over the barbell beads of his nape jewelry. A small kiss was placed on each raised ridge of skin from which the barbell snugly rested under, one more long lick trailing up his half mane of black hair and frosted blue tips. A shift of posture behind his chained frame brought the raccoon's freshly hard and eager penis up against Dragonfly's lower back, a small dribbling of precum rolling down over his tattooed coccyx and butt.

"I slept very well after our first session, dreams of breeding you many more times over. It's so arousing knowing you can't do anything to stop me."

Scurvy was far less gentle with filling the slave's rump this time around, simply providing a quick pull upwards under his lower waist and then driving his entire cock inside the ermine's tail hole. He let out a loud howl of glee as each inch rapidly disappeared into the bowels of his prisoner. Leftover cum lubricated his spire almost instantly, a light squelch of air popping out in return. Snarling in a lust filled haze, the raccoon ground his entire length into his shuddering prize.

"If you thought I left you wanting more last time, I have a great surprise for you after I'm done this time. Don't worry, you'll love it. Important to break you in properly."

The chained mustelid slave shivered in concern and anticipation. There were surely no boundaries of humanity in these depths, those words dredging up terrible images of limitless humiliation and debauchery the likes of which he'd never experienced. Even now, it was extremely challenging to accept simple enslavement. What else might his master have in mind?

When the raccoon behind him began to draw backwards, Dragonfly's mind returned to the here and now. Inches withdrew from his depths, the pressure against his colon easing for a few seconds before a powerful thrust upwards forced him to arch his back as he was roughly bucked forwards. Misery quickly spasmed through his nipples, the slight rustle of the four metal ball weights mixing with the tortured whimper of the anally impaled weasel. Fear strikes through his thoughts for a fraction of a second, imaginations of a third weight added. Surely his muscles and tissues were already at their breaking point already!

Another impactful lurch of Scurvy's crotch caused a shockwave to ripple through his toy's strained frame. His back muscles were so comfortably taut against the raccoon's chest, his glutes stretched lewdly open. Even unfilled and from several yards away, his seed from yesterday could still be seen leaking out from his dark red pucker. Unfilled would not be a term used to describe its state after he left this time, however. By the time he returned, the slave's guts would be swollen with cum that wasn't just his own.

A few dozen seconds of slow, violent thrusts meant to awaken the captive's nerves settled back down into a rhythm. The assault of power from behind remained, but the length of the thrusts decreased. Heaves of barely managed pain sputtered from the ermine's larynx, gurgling past thick spit, nostrils flared out as he fought to draw in enough oxygen to stay conscious. For the first time, he noticed his claws were painted as violet as the fishnet that tightly gripped his arms and legs. There was no doubt he looked the part the raccoon was forcing him to play.

Sweat sheened against the low light of the seemingly endless cavernous jail. The weasel looked spectacularly attractive, his lithe form flexed and watched outwards, gorgeous adornments hanging from his exposed front side, accentuated by the ring gag and body harness that hugged his flesh. His own shaft stood shamelessly at attention, rocking back and forth with the pounding its body was taking from behind. Relentlessly forceful thrusts had the ermine's prostate working overtime, electrical signals of ecstasy sent coursing through his crotch.

Precum had begun to spill from his treasonous penis, dribbling out to soak the length and the furred orbs that hung underneath. The weasel's breaths were morphing into broken gasps now, the stimulation too intense to hold out against. Throbs of misery in his nipples once again began to be misunderstood as pleasure in his mind. Small twitches in his battered prostate encouraged further clear fluid to smear or even jump out of his engorged, ridiculously bedazzled spire, the soaked length shining iridescently in contrast to his fur.

"You're....so fun...to fuck. Need to fill you...so badly. You perfect slut!"

The raccoon leaned further into his speared, chained, and ultimately helpless slave. He peppered his guts with more and more thrusts, trying to bury his snake as deeply as he could. His own balls began to tighten against his sack, churning out their butter to mix with that of his unbeaten prostate, mixing into a thick soup meant to swell this male's intestines. Somehow, just before he broke over the horizon, Scurvy steeled his self control and stopped thrusting. Cum still drained from his urethra, smearing against his fuck slave's flesh, but the near spasms of orgasm abated away.

"No, you need even more."

Panting, Scurvy stayed hilted inside his cock sleeve of a plaything. His fingers danced over the weasel's decorated body, playing with his nipple weights and the flesh they hung from. Cries of misery laced joy sounded back, his whole torso clenching, eliciting a savage snarl of intense arousal out of the Procyon, enough to involuntarily make him buck into his rump again. Hissing as his waning self restraint lost the battle with his primal need to ejaculate and breed his male slave, his fangs sunk into his bitch's scruff. Paws wrapped underneath the slave's armpits and Scurvy lost his mind.

Dragonfly caterwauled as fangs drove into his flesh, blood streaming from all four holes instantly. His master began fucking him with sheer abandon, claws digging into his sides as he ravaged the ermine's body in uncontrollable lust. Moments later, volcanic hot, white lava began to bathe the mustelid's insides. It was if the raccoon didn't even register he was climaxing, as he continued thrusting like a mindless monster. Cum rocketeer deep into his large intestines, soaking his flesh with pulse after pulse of semen.

It felt as though a half minute had passed before the rhythmic pulsing streams of jizz weakened enough to drain down his passage. Streams of ivory spilled from his still penetrated anus, creating a masterpiece of unadulterated primal release. His pucker spasmed around his owner's exhausted and softening cock, finally being freed a minute later as the spent snake slipped out of its drenched den.

Cum splattered on the floor underneath him a few seconds later as wet gas escaped the weasel's loosened rectum. Heaving, he rested for as much as the chains would let him, shoulders still wishing for relief, hands still rather numb from the raised position. Still though, Dragonfly welcomed the returned opportunity to find the least painful position, his movements causing another lurid splatter of cum to stain his rump.

"Don't get too... comfortable, insect. You're not done working yet. Still though, I'm happy to take a few minutes with you."

Those minutes did indeed pass relatively silently and peacefully, but they were not to last any longer than that. Shuffled legs grazed the carpet as the raccoon stood up, freely stretching his own limbs, several audible cracks of joints snapping against the confines of the cell and further distant walls. Scurvy felt wonderfully relaxed after that monumental orgasm, but a secondary blowjob wouldn't be too exerting as a follow up. However, his slave had a despicable prize waiting for him.

A few dozen steps took him to a big sack, two forms writhing under the cloth. Opening the end, two large, thick boa constrictors slithered out, quickly coiling and climbing the raccoon's arms. They knew he wasn't their target, but they were happy to take his transport to get there. Only four meters travel brought them there, to a shuddering, leaky ermine, still firmly chained to the floor. A sharp hiss of surprise and fear met the raccoon's ears as the two 18 foot long serpents began to slither onto and around his body.

"These snakes have names, but they aren't for you to know. I raised them from a young age and they've been trained for moments like these. They are not here to eat you, though you may wish they were after they are finished."

Dragonfly watched in silent horror as the two scaled creatures moved sinuously around his frame, tongues darting out to taste his newly refreshed scent. His blue eyes followed the movements of their two heads as best he could while they seemingly entwined their long coils around his legs, wrapping around his thighs twice, their tails tight around his ankles.

"Even animals such as snakes can be trained to see intercourse as more than just an instinctual drive, but as a pleasurable experience in safe and comfortable environments. Other slaves and captives have been made their victims before to help them improve their skills, but you'll be their newest host."

The weasel's eyes grew wide and very dilated as those words sunk in. He tried to howl out and beg his master against it, but there was no flicker of mercy or pity in the raccoon's eyes or hesitance in his voice. The thick length of both serpents began to press against the cleft of his rear and Dragonfly cried out in horror as he felt four moderately thin, fleshy appendages push up against his taint and then thicken as they moved towards his still stretched out anus. The weasel's eyes slid shut and squeezed closed as he let out a tortured cry as all four hemipeni began to fight their way into his rectum.

"They have been fed only a few hours ago, with enough food to sustain them for a couple weeks. The entirety of that time will be spent enjoying the heat of your butt. I highly doubt this will be the only time you endure this, but I think you'll grow to enjoy the experience and extended sexual pleasure as the others did."

The cries fell silent but still existent as the weasel's guts were forced to open more than an inch wider to accommodate the insistent press of the reptilian spires. Relieved disgrace poured from his face as they finally filled his pucker, sinking in inch after inch until they were snug against his colon sphincter, though the pressure still remained. Whining, clenching and digging his claws into his palms, Dragonfly wrenched against his metallic restraints, culminating in a high pitched squeal as that valve finally relented, allowing all four serpentine peni to glide the final three inches of length into their living sheath.

Desperate, broken gasps spilled out from the weasel slave's open muzzle, the constrictors wrapping around his waist and then mid chest. The raccoon knelt down in front of him as they wound around his shoulders, plucking the nipple weights from him, offering a fleeting moment of respite before each snake sunk its fangs around the skin encircling the rock hard, throbbing nubs. The serpents pushed their fangs in deeper until their skinless lips pressed hard against the skin, split tongues beginning to dance around and over the entrapped, pierced nipples.

"Constrictors aren't known for having venom, so you won't die from their bite. What these two produce, however, is a cocktail of enzymes and hormones. The most important two are an aphrodisiac that will keep your shaft rock hard, throbbing, drooling precum and desperate for even a slight breeze to make it climax, and a hormone that will stimulate the waking up and then growth of your dormant male mammary glands."

It was a difficult struggle to comprehend what the raccoon was saying. The view of his body was grotesque and horrid, with streams of blood oozing down from his pecs while pulses of intense stimulation ran throughout his chest. They initially overwhelmed the incredible combined girth in his rear, but a balance was being found as the seconds ticked on. He registered enough information to understand the concept, however, and it was horrifying enough to almost make him throw up.

"The aphrodisiac is fast to act, but takes a very long time to subside in its influence. Even now, you're likely to begin to feel it work on your body and mind. Once you can't fight it anymore, I'm going to release the gag around your jaws so your muzzle can greedily worship my shaft while my snakes drown you in their lust."

Even now, the pain Dragonfly had felt upon entry was starting to deafen underneath a growing rumble of heat spreading from his upper chest, quickly pumping towards, and then into, his half hard dick. A shivering moan escaped his lips as he felt blood begin to fill his jeweled rod, going stiff in under half a minute. His breaths had settled to a steady pattern, but his heart was beginning to speed up once more as his arousal grew.

"You let me know when you're ready to suck on and service your master's dick, insect. If you do a worthy enough job for a sex slave, I'll let you cum before I leave you to your prison of lust. Trust me, you'll be desperate for it soon enough, so it's worth the temporary reprieve."

Thoughts were already starting to surge in the weasel's mind, visions of a large anaconda holding him still and filling his guts with eggs, feral animals breeding him while he gasped in heat, begging for every drop their balls possessed. The logical and emotional parts of his brain tried to fight back, but they were hopelessly outmatched by the consecrated assault of chemicals now flooding through his bloodstream. His master's cock stood mostly hard, just a few inches from his lips, drooling precum just out of reach. He didn't want himself to want to taste it, to marinate it with his saliva, to swallow every inch deep into the recesses of his throat, but dear God, he really wanted it.

The snakes didn't thrust inside him, but their cocks undulated and throbbed, providing continued thick stimulation in his organs. It was a more relaxed pleasure compared to the rough breeding the raccoon had given him, almost welcomingly so. Dragonfly moaned loudly and emphatically as a few consecutive throbs pressed hard against his now swollen and excited prostate, causing several dribbles of precum to spill from his pulsing cock. The ermine's mind brought its focus back to the raccoonhood as it pressed a slick tip against the weasel's lips. He let out a desperate groan and pushed his muzzle as far forward as he could.

"Working well already, isn't it? You just need this down your throat, don't you? Isn't that right, you sex addicted insect?"

Dragonfly had no mental capacity to resist anymore, his state of chemically driven lust far too intense to combat. He nodded at his owner, his captor and rapist, with absolute desire, and he was not refused his treat for any longer. Deft fingers made quick work of releasing the latch that held his ring gag in place, before gently removing it from his jaws, laying it on the floor underneath his serpent wrapped body. Moving forward, the Procyon cradled the ermine's head and fed several inches into his warm, saliva drenched lips. He had no concerns about the weasel biting him, his appetite for sexual gratification was far too high by now.

"I'm sure you're both desperately hungry and thirsty by now, slave. You may not feel it under your blanket of hormones, but you'll devour food as soon as you smell it, and guzzle water as soon as you taste it. You're worth keeping around and keeping healthy, at least physically so. I'll return in a few hours with what you need, but for now, devour the meat inside you and guzzle the cum it promises your stomach."

Somehow, those words at the end made Dragonfly increasingly horny, and he began slobbering over the raccoon flesh in his maw. His tongue gyrated over it, celebrating its freedom to thoroughly service cock as though nothing else mattered. His mind allowed the sensations in his rump and nipples to ripple through his senses, surges from his own length driving his need onward. He whined in joy when he felt the raccoon slide further forward, the tip of his head bumping against the back of his throat. All he wanted was for it to fill the entirety of his esophagus, to suffocate him with its girth, and swell his stomach with its seed. He had to feel it claim his body.

Scurvy grinned psychotically as he watched his beautifully humiliated slave degrade himself ever further. His own lust was nearing a crescendo of visual and mental and physical stimulation. He needed to cum, and soon. Very soon. Wrapping his palms against the back of the slave's neck, he moved forward, salivating as the sounds of the grateful weasel gargled up to his ears. His throat was so warm, so welcoming, so perfect. Scurvy nearly came right then, but the raccoon steeled his will for a few long seconds, holding off the urge. Once it relaxed, he let himself go and began to face fuck his slave with complete disregard.

The hot slaps of the raccoon's balls against the weasel's chin sharply rang throughout the corridors, alerting others within a moderate distance as to what was happening. Many already knew about the weasel newcomer, and certainly wanted to test drive his ass out for themselves, but they knew better than to disobey an order from the boss. For now, they would wait until the go ahead was given.

Back inside the cell, Scurvy was rasping and hissing as he frantically gyrated his hips to drive deeply into the slick and foaming throat of his slave. Deeply buried ecstasy throbbed from his pelvis, driven on by the greedy slurps and suckles from the drugged weasel beneath him. All nine inches throbbed excitedly, providing the raccoon one of the few vices that existed in these depths. And then, after just a half a minute of eternity, rapture.

A roar echoed against the chambers as his master hilted Dragonfly's lips, five inches deep into his throat. The weasel couldn't remember the last time he had breathed, but he didn't care. Semen poured out from his master's length, bathing his throat and esophagus before hotly spraying into his stomach. The sensation felt divine, filling his empty organ with thick liquid heat, soothing the burning desire. He drank the sperm like a glutton, savoring each throb given to him, before shaking as his master pulled back, the pulsing streams of cum now exciting his taste buds as they painted his throat once again. The last few strands stained his tongue and painted the inside of his mouth before the final throbs smeared against his lips and drooled down his chin.

"That's a very good slave. Very good. Don't swallow the rest."

The raccoon panted for a bit before asking for the weasel's name. It took the slave a bit to respond, but he stuttered it out while trying to hold onto the lake of cum in his maw.

"A fitting name indeed. Fits an insect like you incredibly well. Now open those jaws up."

The weasel obeyed, only a small amount of clarity in his head as the two boas continued to work him over, releasing more of their chemicals, each of them having spilled reptilian seed into his guts once by now. His nipples sang with joy under the abuse of their fangs and the ministrations of their forked tongues. He swore he could already feel himself lactating by now. When he felt the rubber ring slide back into his muzzle, he almost welcomed it. It made him feel even more like a helpless slave, and for all the chemicals rushing through his body, that's all he wanted right now.

With a click of the latch, the gag was secured back inside the weasel's throat, leaving the bathtub of raccoon cum on full display. Looking down, he saw the lusty haze in Dragonfly's eyes, and further down, the twitching cock his slave barely seemed to currently notice. Scurvy knew it wouldn't take long for the ermine's shaft to remind his brain. A minute later, the chained mustelid's body had begun to shiver again, the reprieve of sexual satisfaction fading. His thighs were pushing inwards against their restraints, neck craning downwards, trying anything to stimulate his throbbing and drooling organ.

Sadistic was certainly a word that could be used to accurately describe the raccoon boss, but his slave had given him an incredible blowjob. Staying true to his word was necessary for staying a leader, and frankly, the sight of such a bedazzled shaft was a definite turn on. Bending downwards, Scurvy got low to the ground, moving his muzzle towards his captive's glistening cock. More whines fell from his cum soaked mouth before he cried out as soon as the raccoon's tongue teased over his desperately needy flesh.

Using his paws, he teased the open areas of the weasel's inner thighs, drawing out wordless pleas, feeling small streams of saliva and semen falling onto his back. Scurvy paid the liquid no mind, knowing there was absolutely nothing his slave could do to avoid it. Dribbling his own saliva onto the quivering rod, the raccoon engulfed multiple inches of it inside the confines of his muzzle, sliding tightly down the entire length. Dragonfly's whole body spasmed, bucking forwards the couple inches it had the freedom to move.

Gripping the weasel's waist, Scurvy held his ermine in place, taking control as he expertly drew up and down the shaking shaft. His tongue slithered over the flesh much like the tongues of the serpents over the slave's encased nipples. Soon, the snakes would be feeding off the milk lactating from them, in only a matter of four to five days. Much like them, the raccoon would be feeding off the milk streaming from Dragonfly's cock, in only a matter of four to five seconds.

Climax arrived swiftly, with the weasel bellowing out a shriek as concentrations of the aphrodisiac blended with his male essence, delivering a shockwave of rapturous delight that practically sent the ermine into seizures. Scurvy stayed deep on the rod, gulping down the first three spurts before sliding off, coughing a little, and using his lips to stroke the ejaculating penis from the side as it spewed its jizz onto the carpet like a jumping hose. Finally, the orgasm diminished, and all that remained was a gasping weasel, shaking limply, held aloft only by his chains and cuffs.

By the time Dragonfly opened his eyes, there was no one in sight. He was alone, barring the two constrictors coiled tightly around him, refueling the chemicals that would soon again break his hold on reality. He clutched at the feeling of relief throughout his loins, the sheer strength of his lust exhausting him so immensely. Pain was again the sensation he felt in his chest as those serpentine fangs remained buried into his flesh. His rump was stretched so open that he constantly felt like he was trying to shit out the trunk of a tree, but those reptilian rods held no interest in leaving.

As the minutes wore on, the weasel could feel the signs of the build up of the synthesized hormones and injected drugs within his bloodstream. Just moments ago, he couldn't have imagined sporting a hard on for days, but that spire of his was growing stiff. The whole concept of what was happening to him was one he considered despicable and horrendous, but other parts of his consciousness began to accept them as sexually arousing. He broke from the line of imagination as many times as he could, but soon enough, the weasel only wanted those serpents to keep filling him with their spunk, and for their tongues to never leave his nipples, salivating at the mere thought of milk spilling from them like a nursing female.