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Non-consensual

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Captured and Used by Space Pirates

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Aquilan

The eagle groaned, coming back around from a sluggish haze of unconsciousness, though he knew he was fucked even before he woke up. He'd only been meant to be investigating the space pirates, their thieving ways, to see where they might be targeting next, but that had all gone tailfeathers and tits up now, hadn't it? Down on the ground, Aquilan could only see feet, though that was not the worst thing he would see that night.

Or day. Who the fuck knew what time it was anymore? His armour had been stripped, though light armour for space battles was designed more for movement and comfort. It wouldn't have done him all that much good.

The pirates surrounded him on their ship and Aquilan's heart sank, blinking slowly, trying to take in a bit more of his surroundings from where he was slumped down. He must have been in the brig, nowhere else would be that rank and dirty, a metal cell with a door that sealed shut without even a window to the outside world. Underneath his body, the avian chanced that he felt the whirring and grinding of the mechanics of the ship, down close to the belly of its inner workings.

Jackals... Sure, it was a slur for the space lizards, but he didn't care, could not care, not as his heart pounded and ached in his throat. Lizard-like, somewhat reptilian, there were no two the same in the entire galaxies that he explored. He should have fucking known.

"Well, well, well," one of the damned jackals with a sneer that pulled his scarred lips back snickered. "Look what the cat dragged in... Thought you could get one over on us, did you, feather-arse?"

It was not the best insult as far as they went, yet Aquilan winced and turned his beak proudly away, the hooked beak of an eagle with the sharp edges. He didn't have to listen, not even while he was down on his side, his cheek pressed into the cool of the floor, which had not even warmed to the heat of his body. That was because there was not enough heat there to begin with, not enough to twist him from his fate.

"Fuck off, pirate scum."

Aquilan threw one last degradation their way before he was yanked up to his knees, pulling uselessly at where his wrists were bound behind his back. Yet they wedged his beak open too easily with a gag that hooked into the corners and locked it open, tied off behind his head. Aquilan shrieked and tried to fight, tried to kick out, though all he managed to do was thrash as his shoulders screamed in agony where they were jerked and jostled.

Fuck! He tried not to think about it, but a dark-skinned jackal pressed in, overtaking the first jackal in shoving his cock into that hinged open beak, driving deep. Aquilan gagged on it and would have reeled in horror if there were not more paws holding him in place, digging into him and even ripping out feathers in their callous handling of him.

Not that they cared. He was just something feathered and fun that they had tossed into their brig to spend some time with. If he wasn't tossed out the airlock into the frozen arms of space when they were done with him, the eagle would have been surprised.

That was why he had to bear through it, to find a way out, to find a way to escape. It was that thought that Aquilan clung to as his beak was fucked, a sloppy mess of a drooling cock rammed into the back of his throat. His eyes watered, but he held fast, forcing himself to hold on even as their mocking laughter rang out around him.

"Fucking bird..."

"Couldn't get one over on us, 'ey?"

They slapped each other on the backs, congratulating their fiendishness, anger burning in the pit of Aquilan's stomach.

"Take it all down like the slutty bird you are," the brute of a jackal growled, his leathery skin peeling and flaking in places, not looking like smooth, firm scales in the slightest. "Harder... That's how slutty birdies like it, hm?"

No, very much not! Aquilan's stomach lurched, but there was nothing he could do as sick heat crawled through him, a hot chill, pulling devastatingly at the pit of his stomach. The jackals still had their boots and trousers on, not caring to disrobe themselves to use him, to fuck him, the cock in his beak hammering in harder and faster.

Was it a blessing or a curse that he was getting close to his high so quickly? Aquilan shuddered there, straining at his bonds, wanting to put up that semblance of a fight even though he knew in his heart it was useless. He had to hunker down, bear through it, let them think he'd given up. Then and only then would he have a shot as his heart pounded and he sweated fearfully.

The reek of sex and fear twisted together in a cocktail of scents that seemed to drive the jackals wild, their leathery, scaley, gross skin twisting through different shades, not that he cared what they looked like. He did not care, not even as he tried to think of different things to distract his attention, not as the first pump of seed poured into the back of his throat. He couldn't stop himself from coughing and spluttering, cum drooling out from and over his beak, as much as he struggled to hang on, to not take it down... Actually, Aquilan did not know what he was doing as the jackal whooped and rubbed his cock against Aquilan's beak, splattering his seed over the avian's face, dripping down his cheek.

The next thing Aquilan knew was how he was forced onto his chest, his arse in the air, a shriek bursting from his open beak as his arse was yanked up by his tail feathers. Fuck, that hurt! Yet that was not the least of it as a cock with a tapered tip, much like the first, pressed to his arse. He wished he wasn't nude, wished that there was something else hindering their entry, yet he closed his eyes and swallowed a shrill keen of pain the best he could.

"Yeah, fuck that arse..."

No... No. He was an investigator, a member of the fleet - he couldn't be taken like that! Yet it was all happening, the situation spiralling out of touch and control, far beyond that the eagle even thought could be possible to hold within him. They whooped and yelled and hollered around him like the ruffians they were and Aquilan sank deep inside himself, trying to look away from the pounding drive of a cock under his tail. It stretched him open, however, his body forced to respond, as if that was something that could so easily be forgotten.

"Look, the fucking bird's getting hard!"

"Slut likes it!"

That only encouraged them even more, the slap of hips on his arse driving him back to reality with a muted whimper, his eyes half-open, a hardness behind them. Fuck the lot of them for thinking they were better than him! Yet even before the jackal was finished in his arse, his head was yanked up by the opening gag for another slimy cock to cram itself in there.

Despite his cock responding, firming up, they didn't care about that part of him, not beyond the added dose of humiliation that it could be used to highlight, of course. It ached and throbbed, though Aquilan was faintly glad that he didn't get off that easily from anal penetration. It would help, just a little, retaining some semblance of himself, even though he didn't know how that was going to be possible through it all.

The brutish space lizards fucked him without a care in the world, holding him up where he could not brace himself on the floor with his hands, still tied behind his back. Someone laughed and pulled out feathers, one by one, seemingly to amuse themselves, but Aquilan's cries were muffled by the pounding force of a cock in his beak, slamming down his throat with an obvious bulge.

The jackal climaxed in his tail hole, though the bird hardly noticed, too caught up in his own horror, the revulsion of being used. That was something to be grateful for and Aquilan clung to those small mercies like a lifeline, even if he knew that that was not truly what they were. They were just a horde of pirates, taking what they wanted from him. If something was easier on the eagle than something else, that was nothing more than a coincidence.

They would have him either way, slamming in, one cock in his arse swapped for another, though Aquilan did not know if it was bigger. It burned all the same as it drove into the slick mess of cum the first jackal had left behind and soon word would spread throughout the ship that they had a whore there to fuck them. They left their chest armour on, the mobility of it key where there were soft patches left under their arms, at their joints, so that they were still flexible, but it was one more thing that set them apart from the eagle, denoting the difference in their status.

At least for the time being. Aquilan burned and seethed with barely restrained fury, twisting, grunting, wanting to writhe. He was not down and out yet, not as a slimy load of cum burst into his beak, shooting half down his throat and the rest onto his tongue, all while his cock pulsed furiously. He wanted something, he knew that much, but he could not get it, could not take it for his own, not when everything pressed in so furiously, snarling, around him.

It was not for him, never for him, his body achingly forced to respond when it would not be sated, though it was not a reaction of the eagle's mind or emotions. He would have growled and snapped at them if they had not gagged his beak open, another cock erupting in the slow, sore burn of his arse, the eagle tipped onto his back. It was as if his body only mattered to them, his mind left behind his tailfeathers shoved out of the way so that they could bend his legs back, strong paws grasping them.

It left him exposed, aching through, shaking his head, yet there was nowhere for the eagle to go, not at all. He closed his eyes against the thrum of pain, the twist in his guts, but he could not deny the abuse, not under their pounding thrusts.

"He's shut up now, hasn't it?"

"Birds give in quicker than most."

"Maybe the slut-whore wanted to be captured."

No, no... No, that was not true, but he was in no position to tell them otherwise as his brutish partner's length demanded everything that he had to give, his body aching, broken, bruised, though Aquilan was far from the point of giving up. He hammered in furiously, keening and snarling, drool splattering from his jaws, though the jackal was hardly of the manner of caring what the charge under him thought of anything. All he cared was shrieking out his climax, slamming in hard and deep, using the eagle to his fullest extent.

Spurts of hot cum filled Aquilan, coughing and hacking as another load of cum was dumped down his throat without consideration for his ability to breathe, twisting weakly, though the jackals, for the moment, were not paying attention to him. Not his cum-splattered beak, how his eyes rolled back, sweat marking his body, the pulled-out feathers leaving sore, red patches.

"Fuck, you've gone and ruined him now..." Another grumbled, smacking the fool who had pounded so hard past the bird's anal ring on the back of his head. "Fuck... We can't just fucking keep using his cursed beak, you know! Can't make a slut loose... Not too fucking quickly."

They snapped and snarled above his head, though all Aquilan could do, slumped to the floor with his head tilted back, was be grateful for the moment of respite. It would all start up again, he was sure, as soon as they decided what they wanted of him next, but he had to rest and recover, trying to ignore the hard pulse of his cock.

His body could not be helped for responding. Though he would show those pirates what he was made from once he was free again...

Aquilan was counting on it.