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Hack fumbled at his ship's flight controls, trying to reconnect the cable that had came loose... again. Yet another shot tore though the patchwork hull of the space jalopy of a long range shuttle he was flying. Had his flight harness not been one of the few things that completely worked, the blonde furred male, with the appearance of a fox-wolf hybrid would have his face smashed against the cracking ship canopy. "Thruster malfunction" chimed the computer in a voice too cheerful to be remotely appropriate.

"Well," he groaned, "surprised it took that many hits to knock it out ... come on, reboot!" The folf growled and whined, hoping a restart would make it work long enough to engage his shift drive letting his ship fold space and skate away from this encounter, but no such luck.

"Reboot complete - error, thrusters remain inoperative and unresponsive to diagnostics," the computer chimed, once again all too cheerful, "activating standard distress beacon - error, distress beacon is module is offline, compiling report for maintenance crews, please wait."

"Nonononono!" Hack yelped, trying every manual toggle and bypass he could think of... before something he'd missed about the nature of his situation suddenly hit him hard. I'm drifting, well within their weapons range, but I don't have any cargo or valuable components. Why haven't they finished me off?

Seemingly in answer to his question, the voice comms beeped, signaling a one way transmission. "Now that I've got ya stuck here, I'm going to make ya the only offer you'll get from us:" growled a rather deep but obviously female voice, "your ship is scrap and you can't run, surrender and I'll let ya live, don't and you'll wish I'd thrown you out an airlock."

Should have listened to that trader and avoided this system. Hack gulped to himself. He had defense training, same as all of his "extended" adoptive family aboard the Yotan Homeship New Dawn, but even if he was able to surprise and overpower the boarding pirate, then what? He barely managed to get the other three pursuers caught in a nearby gravity well, and surely they were on their way here now. He took the stun pistol from his belt, eyed it with a whine... and released it, letting it float behind him in the zero gee of what used to be his ship.

In moments, what appeared to be a canid in an aged looking armored enviro-suit entered, with a darkened helmet, the intruder stood over 7 feet tall, having to duck numerous times to move forward and towering over his 5 feet and 11 inches. Hack could tell it was made for the species of the wearer, but appeared to be of Leonin manufacture; not exactly something they'd have considered doing in the past few centuries. "I'm unarmed, as you can see," Hack purposefully, raising his open paw-hands up as the harness slid away and he slowly stood, mag-boots locking to the floor, "congratulations!" He sarcastically grinned through his helmet, which was clear - unlike the pirate's, "you're now the proud owner of this lovely pile of scrap and exactly 0 tons of valuable cargo!"

"Scrap has its uses fer us" she snorted through the local comm channel the suits had selected, "and it looks like I'm gonna have ta teach my new slave some manners!" She growled, suddenly grasping his arm, yanking him off the floor nearly effortlessly in spite of the magnetized boots, then cuffing behind his back. "S-slave? Oh... damn..." he groaned, as she carried him under her arm like lightweight luggage, back to her ship. Her craft was clearly a fighter, and one that again seemed to be made by the Leonin, which was confirmed when he saw a spot where their emblem had been scratched off as she cuffed him to the base of her pilot's seat. "So this is what happened the old mothballed Leonin fighters from the war." He snickered as she finally removed her helmet, reaching down to make his retract. A somewhat feminine, silver furred and maroon spotted hyena-like face stared down at him, her deep green eyes seemed to be appraising him as though he were meat, and she licked her lips before speaking in response.

"And you're a long way from yer people, little folf;" she growled, lifting him by his suit's collar, "yer attitude is about what I'd have expected, even though with the state of your own equipment ya got no room to talk."

He yelped and shivered as she lifted him roughly, realizing that this was a Gnoll, and shocked that this stranger from a race rumored to be nothing but barbaric pirates knew anything of his species - a subject he knew very little about, and largely the reason he'd left the New Dawn to go on this ill-fated journey. "Y-you know of my people? D-do you know where they are?"

She gave him a rather surprised and confused look, then burst out laughing. "Oh, ya could say we more than know of 'em..." she explained "might not wanna talk about that to anyone else of my kind, or anything at all 'bout it. Can see yer completely ignorant of what we once were... might just tell you if yer good fer the trip!" At that she sat down and flew to her base, ignoring him the rest of the way.

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After what seemed like an eternity, they finally reached the pirate base: a hidden landing pad in a cave system on a small dusty moon with a nearly breathable atmosphere. Hack felt half dead after the uncomfortable ride, groaning as she removed the cuffs and hoisting him up; even with the slightly lower gravity he felt painfully heavy, having lived most of his life in artificial and often weaker gravity environments. It certainly wasn't impacting her the same way, as she practically threw him over her shoulder as she carried him to the airlock. It felt like she practically dropped him there as she started to remove her suit. "Get that flight suit off folf, ya won't be needin' it here."

Hack shivered in fear as he started taking off what had felt like a second skin: this was what he wore day in and day out since he's left his home ship in search if his real family. Underneath all he had was an undershirt and some boxers. "Well look at you..." she snickered, revealing that she was similarly clothed under her own suit - except she wasn't even covering her C-cup breasts with anything at all he was still staring when she cleared her throat a continues speaking, "such a puny little thing. I'm gonna have fun training you." She got a metal collar out of a locker, shoving it into his hands. "Put it on, slave!" She growled, almost seductively as she leaned forward, pinning Hack against the airlock's wall.

The folf stared at her with a whine, his fluffy tail quivering between his legs as he eyed the collar in his hands. "Wh-what kind of training?" he gulped, looking at the muscular and barely dressed Gnoll "lady" before him.

"Questions later slave," she snapped, baring her teeth more menacingly as her nose nearly touched his, "put that collar on ... you'll regret it if I have ta do it!"

He timidly put it around his neck and closed it, the lock suddenly snapping shut with a loud -thunk!-

"Good boy~" his captor cooed in his ear, giving it a soft lick, "in case yer thinking ya can escape later... well, ya don't wanna find that out." She then blindfolded him and cuffed his ankles and wrists, carrying the Hack into the base. He was tempted to squirm as he was carried off by his captor to who knew where, but was so terrified all he could do was shiver. What kind of training did she have in mind for him, and how could they be connected to the Leonin - one of the most belligerent species in the galaxy, but also the least likely to work with anyone else. Furthermore, was she lying when she promised to keep him alive? Obviously, she could tear him apart with nothing more than her paw hands if she wanted to. His anxious thoughts ended as she laid him face down on something soft, unfastening the cuffs on his wrists just long enough to tie them with rope and attach them to something in front of him. Next the folf felt his ankles unfastened and legs spread to the sides before being tied to another immobile mounting themselves. "Wh-what are you going to do to me?" Hack whimpered, trying hard not to sound like a frightened pup, and not doing a convincing job of it at all.

After a moment's pause he felt her breath behind his left ear. "That's a surprise, but I think you've earned a few questions. Name's Gerra, by the way, but ya can call me... Mistress." At the last word he felt a clawed and padded fingertip sliding into his sheath. Hack gasped deeply as Gerra's finger teased inside his sensitive sheath; he'd never actually had sex, and barely even played with himself, in spite of being 19. "Hmm, sensitive little guy, this is gonna be fun... no questions for yer new mistress? By the way, what's yer name?"

"It's ... H-Haaack! What, ah-! What do you know a-about my kind?" He finally panted in the midst of her teasing, desperately trying to focus and think of some way to escape this woman.

"Well the Leonin took over our planet and forced us to fight ya folfs, but we 'ere too much for their "Commanders" ta handle, so they purged our homeworld. Many of us escaped and went our separate ways, partly ta avoid the Leonin, partly 'cuz we don't get along with other tribes. How is it ya don't know this?"

At this he felt some kind of leather strap wrapping around his nuts, but gritted his teeth and attempted to respond regardless. "I ... I've never met any of my species befo-RE eeeh!" he replied with a yelp as the strap tightened, squeezing his nuts gently.

"Aww, that too much for ya, Hack?" She snickered mockingly at his response, feeling his tip sicking out of his sheath. "Someone's enjoying this... and a bit more than I'd have expected. When was the last time ya fucked or got fucked, little pet?"

"I..." he blushed and whimpered, "I've never done either, mistress..." he sighed, his prick still swelling in spite of her no longer touching it.

"An honest answer ..." she mused just before tearing his shirt off him, rubbing his chest as he felt her overtop him, "good boy... fer that, yer gettin' a reward and a choice: would ya like a long, drawn out release, or a quick, intense and slightly painful one involving... this." at the last word she grinded a long, warm and thick bulge against his rear. Hack yelped in response to this, shivering. Her voice and C-cup breasts had led him to think she was a female, was he wrong? "I know what yer thinkin', 'ain't ya a girl, why do ya have a prick?'" she laughed almost mockingly, tearing his boxers off before rubbing her sizable shaft against his rear. "Well I am, we have a unique anatomy, and this is essentially my clit... but anyways, what's yer preference, new toy?"

Hack gasped raspily, more afraid than before now yet at the same time a lot more turned on. "I ... Uh, I'm n-not sure!" He whimpered, wanting to get away from this crazy person and curl up in a ball.

"Hmm, tell ya what, Hack; I'm in a charitable mood, so this time I'll start gentle. Just let me know if ya want more..." He felt her remove her paw-hands from his chest and heard a drawer open. Moments later one of the paws came back, but the other he felt against his tailhole, coated with something cold and gooey that made him tingle all over. "Some of the others like tearing their slaves with no lube, but not me ... I want ya to last fer me, plus it's the perfect way to give you something to make this more enjoyable."

He moaned softly, his nuts suddenly feeling heavier and cock harder than before as the drugged lube quickly took effect. "Nnngh," his teeth chattered as she pushed the cold, lubed fingertip into him and began gently spreading it around, "wh-why me?" He moaned and panted, "wh-why not another G-gnoll?"

"Well, the males we have are sort of more like... community property, and reserved fer reproduction. I prefer this kind of sex." At that she pulled out her fingers, wiping the last bits on her shaft then gently pushing in, making him gasp. "Ya should really try ta relax, pet," she grunted as she forced herself into his virgin hole, "it'll make this much easier for ya. 'sides, this is more or less going to be yer regular nightly routine." He grunted and whined, squirming what little the rope would allow, unable to relax at all. "Hmm, tighter than I thought... want more lube, pet?" He gasped and nodded, sighing deeply as she pulled out and began rubbing more creamy goodness into his hole. "Enjoying my lube, little slave?" She teased, stroking his tail; it was only then he realized just how much he was wagging it.

"Ohhh yessss!" He moaned and drooled, not seeing the point in trying to hide his enjoyment from her anymore.

"Mmm, if I didn't know better I'd think ya wanted to belong to me and showed up here just so ya could have that chance." She prodded his prostate with one if her claws, giggling as he moaned before pulling out and lining her meat up with his ring again. "Here comes yer prize..." she slowly slid into his slightly stretched and slick hole, this time he was lubed just enough he managed to relax and adjust to the insertion. "Admit it, all ya want is to be my slut now, and that's just what you're getting!" "Ahhhh ..." Moaned the folf, spurting pre all over whatever it was they were on, "I-I've never f-felt..." He squirmed as she continued thrusting slowly, doing only just enough to keep him on edge.

"Hmm would my slut like a nice view?" She asked in a softer tone, nibbling gently at his neck.

"Y-yes, please..." He gasped before he even realized what he was saying, then he felt the binds on his legs loosening and the cuffs on his wrists unfasten as she pulled out, rolling him on his back before restraining his wrists and ankles again. Suddenly the blindfold was pulled off, giving him a lovely view of her nude torso.

"Now, back to yer reward," she growled seductively, pressing back in as he gazed up at her breasts. "but ya didn't really answer my last question, you just wanna belong ta me now, don't ya?"

"Y-yes!" Hack yipped, his voice blurting out the opposite of what his rational mind wanted to say.

She responded by suddenly shoving all the way in, then leaning over him and licking his face. Unable to hold back he howled as pleasure surged through him and his cock erupted a small load. Gerra let out a barking laugh, flooding Hack's insides with her own. He'd expected it would sting or feel nasty but.. instead he found it warm and almost comforting as she held his now limp body close. "Good boy, keep that attitude and you'll have a very long, happy life here."