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While there were many hardships when it came to living on a space station, they also had some benefits that couldn't be found terrestrially. Not only was the law more lenient when it came to certain activities, but some venues took advantage. One thing about being in space was that certain areas could be perpetually night, which meant that a place such as a nightclub had no problems staying open. Normally it wasn't where Syralth found himself heading towards but when his formerly organic Teshkavan boyfriend SvarOS, his almost shipbound artificial intelligence boyfriend, invited him for a few drinks, he couldn't say no.

The outside of the club was lit up in a cyan-blue neon that illuminated the black metal that adorned the gates. There was also quite a line that was outside, and though the Teshkava was insistent that he could skip it to get inside, he found himself shifting about unsure. As he did, he heard a couple of those waiting to get in talking about rumors and superstitions. They were mostly about the club's enigmatic owner, a creature said to fulfill the wishes and desires of those willing to sacrifice for them.

While that was not something the hornless spacefaring dragonoid was looking for himself, Syralth thought it would do well for him to unwind. From what he heard, the nightclub was a high-end establishment. When he went inside and got past the animatronic bouncers, who seemed to recognize him and let him in, he found it to be true. The blue and black motif rippled off the Drakken's black scales as Syralth vibrated with the pulsating beat as it carried in on the inside, the nightclub absolutely buzzing with activity. While it was certainly upscale, Syralth didn't see anything incredibly special about it, certainly nothing that would convey the rumors he heard around the station and just outside the door.

"Ah! There you are," the familiar four-armed alien said as he got up from the neon blue stool and hugged them with all those limbs. When the Drakken squeezed back the cyan lines of his cybernetics glowed and flickered against the backdrop of his black-scaled face. "I'm so glad that you could make it." The AI's biodrone responded cheerfully as he pulled him up a seat, resuming nursing on his drink. Syralth looked him over, taking in his Teshkavan form. The biodrone mimicked his old body quite well, and his swept-back antenna, black and white rubbery skin, and eyeless visage were comforting in their own way. Looked like how he remembered him from before, save for the subtle subdermal circuitry the Drakken easily picked up on.

"I'm happy that you brought me here," Syralth replied with a smile. "So, what's all this about?"

Just as SvarOS was about to respond the antennae on his head perked up like one would imagine eyebrows would and he looked over towards the bar where someone had come out from behind the metal doors. "Just wanted to end the day right. Been a while since we've done anything in meatspace together. You've been working hard, especially on your hatchday." The biodrone took a sip of his drink before taking his hand and giving his hands a squeeze. "I just need to take care of some business first," SvarOS explained as he patted Syralth on the shoulder. "Why don't you go ahead and have a drink or two? Get the top-shelf stuff, they have some high-dollar rum that I know you'll love."

"Really?" Syralth asked as he glanced over at the pricing on the holographic menu.

"Least I can do," Teshkava smirked as his lower arm set the glass on the counter with a grin. He rubbed his mane as the Teshkava got up and seemed to vanish into the crowd before Syralth saw SvarOS meet with the figure in question. Whatever it was, it was a creature that he hadn't really seen much outside of videos and mythology. He knew it was typically called a phoenix, though, and unlike the traditional oranges and reds, this creature had blue flames flickering across its black feathers. The phoenix invited the Teshkava back and they both disappeared out of sight.

So that's where the theme for the coloration of the club came from, Syralth thought to himself as he adjusted himself on the stool. His eyes turned from the door toward the menu, which reacted to his touch. An interesting piece of technology, the Drakken thought to himself while he ordered a drink from the specialty menu. As he watched it get mixed right in front of him by the bullish bartender who stood there, he noticed that the man was dressed... quite interestingly. He had on a glowing blue collar and set of cuffs along with a vest and a thong with not much else, though it looked like some sort of number was written on his thigh.

It looked like a credit amount that was drawn on there in the same cyan ink that matched the rest of the décor in the nightclub. As he began to look around in interest, he noticed that among those who were enjoying the cocktails and the dancing on the stage, there were others just like the bartender. They all had the same numbers, though they varied in value. It was a strange sight for Syralth to be sure... and as he took a few sips from the flavorful rum and a human drink called Coke, he found himself looking around the room, again noticing more of the oddly dressed fellows. Club uniform perhaps? Rather kinky if so.

As the minutes ticked by, Syralth realized that SvarOS and the mystery bird must have been engrossed in whatever they were conversing about. As Syralth downed his first drink, the tingling from the alcohol started to suffuse his system he went back to looking around. His eyes and thoughts drifting to the nature of the servers and others around the club were almost as intriguing as the patrons who fawned over him. While his second drink was filled, he continued to wonder what was really going on, already starting to feel a buzz from the first.

Just as he started to sip from his glass once more Syralth noticed something out of the corner of his eye that caused him to pause. It was two very well-muscled men that were hovering around the bar, and while he normally would have thought that they were patrons there was something about them that had caught his attention. It took a moment before the Drakken realized that it was their eyes and their collars, they glowed with the same cyan light as everything else. Syralth also noticed that they seemed to be hovering around him, but just as he watched them, he heard something from the direction of the two having a conversation.

A flash of motion in the general direction pulled the Syralth's eyes off the muscly creature, SvarOS and the phoenix having seemingly wrapped up their conversation. The Teshkava disappeared into the crowd once again before reappearing. He took a seat in front. "Alright, business is taken care of..." SvarOS said matter-of-factly as he looked at the Drakken.

"What? Talking gift or something?"

"Oh. No. Something to help me, actually..." He chuckled with a hint of darkness that hit the Drakken hard enough to make him squirm. The Teshkava held up a signal before standing up, "I'm going to retire for the evening... After all, I've got parts to install, routes to plan, more ways to make money, and better things to do than be around here."

"Wait... What?" Syralth responded, confused at his boyfriend's twist in tone before noticing that the phoenix was looking over in his direction, but instead of looking directly at him, the avian creature seemed to be looking past him towards someone else while nodding his head. He could suddenly feel movement around him but before he could properly react to it, he felt a hand on his cheek that turned his gaze to the darkly smiling alien that had gotten in front of him. SvarOS caressed his cheek before suddenly pulling him into a deep, twisted kiss, the Teshkava's lavender tongue exploring the Drakken's blue maw some before pulling back between the two muscly figures that soon stepped forward.

"Enjoy your new life, 158."

The words hit the Drakken like a bolt of lightning and before he could do or say anything Syralth suddenly found himself being grabbed on both sides by the strong creatures that flanked him. When he attempted to struggle out of their grasp, he found that the two had a vice grip on his arms. As they managed to pick him up so that his feet couldn't touch the floor he found it wasn't just their strength subduing him. Everything was starting to feel... fuzzy, letting out a slight gasp as he looked at the half-drunk glass that had been in front of him.

It still didn't stop Syralth from continuing to try and break free as he was dragged from the bar, the phoenix smirking and waving at him while he was brought towards the back door. As his head darted around the room, he saw that none of the other patrons even batted an eye. What the hell was happening? Did they think that perhaps he was being thrown out or did they know what was happening to him? Either way, he knew he had to try and escape but the only thing he managed to do was tire himself out. By the time they had brought him to the other side of the threshold, it was getting hard for Syralth to focus, though he was aware enough to feel his arms being brought up above his head and locked into place by some sort of manacles.

Syralth wasn't sure how long he hung there, his head drooping while his body swayed from side to side. He could still hear the club on the other side of the wall as his groggy mind wondered what had just happened. What did SvarOS mean by 158? His drug-addled mind was starting to put the pieces together though, though he didn't want to believe the answer. His boyfriend couldn't have just sold him like that, though as he thought back to the bar right before being taken by those two, he remembered the long meeting. That son of a bitch...

Just as he replayed that scene in his head once more Syralth heard the door opening once more, this time looking up to see the phoenix from the bar standing there. "Ah, there's my fresh meat," the avian creature said with a smirk on his beak. "I do hope my men weren't too forceful with you, I'm still breaking them in, and despite my best efforts to tell them to be gentle with the merchandise they can sometimes be a little too overexuberant."

"Merchandise..." Syralth muttered, his mind starting to clear up from whatever was slipped into his drink as the phoenix approached him. "Wait... there must be some mistake, you can't just take me like this!"

"I believe that I already did," the phoenix said as he leaned in, those cyan eyes glowing as Syralth suddenly felt a pressure on his mind, forcing a gasp from the Drakken. "Also, you have a bit of a mouth on you, which is something that can be easily rectified if my goods can't read the room." Though Syralth wanted to say more the piercing gaze and the weight of the words from the phoenix caused his jaw to clench instead. "Good boy!" he said with an exaggeratedly sarcastic tone, "You're a fast learner at least, that should help make this process a little easier for you."

As the phoenix turned away towards a stainless-steel tray, the two men who had snatched him from the bar reappeared through the door. "My name is Slypher," The phoenix introduced as the two walked over to the Drakken who tried to pull back despite being restrained. "Normally I have my goods call me master or owner but seeing as how I don't think that you'll be in my presence long enough for it to matter we'll skip the formalities. Cute Drakken like you usually go quick once they're put on the market."

Despite the situation, Syralth found himself blushing slightly at the compliment, though it was quickly replaced with shock as one of his abductors came up from behind and put his fingers into his muzzle. Once more the creature showed off his strength as his jaws were held open while Slypher took a flashlight and shined it in. After one of his own digits pushed in and moved the squirming tongue around the Drakken's feet kicked out, only to be locked into place by the second guard. Once his maw was done Syralth found his head being easily held in place as his ears, eyes, and nostrils were looked at next.

Once Slypher appeared to be fine with that examination his hands moved downward, Syralth catching a whiff of smoke in his nostrils as the guard let go of him and he looked down to see his clothing being burned and pulled off his body. When he let out a gasp of shock, his captor was quick to remind him that he wouldn't have the need for such trappings of his former life as he was rendered completely naked. There was a shiver that went through the Drakken's body as he not only was exposed to the air of the space station but also humiliated from being examined so thoroughly. There was clearly a lustful aura that the creature had about him as those fingers glided over his muscles despite the clinical nature of his assessment.

At least his initial, physical assessment. The chains suddenly rattled as Slypher disappeared briefly from Syralth's vision, only to feel something push up underneath his tailhole. He clenched down on the finger that was pushed unceremoniously inside of him and as he could feel it sliding around, he couldn't help but start to pant. "St-stop that," Syralth said as he tried to wiggle out of the grasp of the phoenix, only to have the two guards hold him in place.

"Mmmm... Maybe not quite such a quick study after all," Slypher said with a chuckle as Syralth felt his legs get spread apart by the other man, feeling the heat from the body of the phoenix as he rubbed along his inner thighs. "Very responsive though, takes to conditioning somewhat well. Fairly tight too, though I'm sure that won't last. We're going to need a gas mask and a throat gag for sure along with the usual adornments."

As one of the two guards that had been holding Syralth got up and walked over to a storage area that was embedded in the wall the Drakken could feel those roaming fingers once more hit a sensitive spot. This time it was the Drakken's maleness, and even with the situation he was in the stimulation from his tailhole had caused his blue member to emerge from his slit. There was something about the touch of the phoenix that made it hard to resist panting and huffing as his arousal built while the digits curled around his length and began to stroke. Between the chains and the grasp of the guard all Syralth could do was groan as he was brought up to full stiffness, his head turning away as he grew erect under the skillful grasp of the phoenix.

Syralth could hear Slypher say something about not being bad down there before feeling those hands loosen their grip on his maleness and continue to drift downwards. Before he could try and get himself soft once more the first guard came back and the Drakken let out a gasp as his shaft was touched once more. This time it wasn't to pleasure him and when the Drakken looked down after the guard's rubbery embrace, he could see a glowing cyan ring that had been slid to the base of his maleness. Even without being touched Syralth could feel a low level of stimulation coming from the band, like it was buzzing around him to keep his cock throbbing while Slypher appeared once more in his sight.

"High-value goods and being a Drakken I'd put him in the prime category," Slypher said as Syralth heard the beeping of a recording device. "Assigned lot number one-five-eight, currently prepping for the market. I want his scaly butt out on display as soon as possible. If I'm lucky we can get a fast turnaround and get double what I paid for him."

Hearing the number his traitorous boyfriend uttered distressed Syralth greatly but the addition of quantitative value on his life caused the spark of resistance to resurge in the Drakken. He knew that his nanites had some benefit, he needed strength, and they could give it to him. As the blue of his nanite-laden body began to grow across his forehead and arm he, pulled on the chains only for nothing to happen, unable to do anything against the guard or the chains. "You don't think we also prepared the means to pacify your little tricks? Your boyfriend sold everything of you out. Your tech, your mind, your body, your soul..." Slypher mused with a smirk on his face. "There is no escaping this as your, I suppose now richer and probably now former boyfriend, told you. This is your new life now, so you should really settle in and accept it."

"And what if I refuse to settle in?" Syralth asked as he bared his teeth as best he could, though his mind raced, eyes darting for any opportunity to escape. His pleas were met by a dispassionate chuckle from the phoenix.

"Then we'll have to make sure that you do," Slypher replied, and as he leaned forward and brushed his fingers against the chin of the Drakken his mouth opened in shock as he felt a potent tugging sensation on his body. Suddenly his vision seemed to split in two as he saw the phoenix leering at him with a mischievous grin, feeling himself drifting forward while also feeling himself still attached to the restraints at the same time. The phoenix cooed, "You'll find unlike other slavers that prefer to beat or break their products, I prefer to go with a different route that leaves the slave... mostly intact. Mostly."

Syralth could feel his chest heaving as something was being drawn out of him, and as the blue haze cleared he found himself not only still staring at the phoenix but also at the back of his own ethereal head. His actual head and the ghostly version gasped as he saw something being pulled out of him. Without needing to be told the Drakken could sense what it was, that somehow the phoenix was pulling the soul out of his body. As the separation reached his chest he tried to struggle out of the grasp of the creature, but even as his chains rattled his ethereal form just remained passive with Slypher's hand pressing against this face that he could somehow feel.

It broke everything he knew about the universe but here he could feel Slypher push his beak up against the ghostly muzzle, Syralth started to feel a strange sensation in his chest. A slow-burning feeling of emptiness that was being filled by pleasure. It was unlike anything he had ever felt before and it caused his toes to curl. It was akin to being breathless, even more so as he saw his own soul kissing back and as the other Drakken's tongue slid inside the mouth of the phoenix he could feel it being drawn in more. He felt himself being sapped and drained as the phoenix started to take not only his soul but his free will with it. As he looked at the two guards and saw their glowing eyes once more it dawned on him what had happened to make them look like that as he shuddered in his chains.

Slypher seemed to recognize his understanding and pulled back, then slowly pushed the ethereal Drakken back into his corporeal counterpart. "As you can see, my slaves follow me one way or the other," Slypher explained. "You can either be a good slave and remain intact or I lower your value a bit and consume your soul to leave you docile and completely devoted to me for the duration of the sale. I'll be honest, it would be a nice snack, I'll leave this decision in your valuable paws, 158. What will it be?"

"I... I..." Syralth stuttered slightly, still recovering from his out-of-body experience. "I'll behave, I promise."

"Good slave," Slypher replied as he patted him on the cheek. "Glad to see that you have some spark of recognition in there, that will make you much easier to market. Don't look so glum! You should feel yourself fortunate. In my club, I only serve a clientele as high-class as my establishment outside. Whether servant, pet, toy, or otherwise you'll be treated well at least. Probably."

When Syralth was about to say something else the phoenix gave him a look that prompted him to keep his mouth shut as the guards began to move around him. In the excitement of getting his soul nearly eaten by the creature, he hadn't realized that the other men had started to get the gear ready. With Slypher working on some sort of tablet and passively overseeing the guards one of them began to rub his throat while the other had something that they held in their hands. When it was brought up to his face, he could see that the mask was made of rubber and had a bit of a muzzle to it along with a pair of horses that were near the nostrils of them along with a pair of lenses.

But what Syralth found himself focusing on was the thick rubber cock that was on the inside of it. It was rather large and was far longer than what more creatures sported, though it was meant more for a gag than as some sort of sex toy. With the threat of having his soul consumed still hovering over his head the Drakken complied with the guard's order to open his mouth as the mask was shifted so that it was almost flat. As soon as the dildo pressed against his maw, he could feel his body trembling from the object sliding past his scaly lips.

Once more he was told he was a good slave as he allowed the gag to slide into his maw until it nearly touched the back of his throat. He was only allowed a momentary respite before he felt the head of it get pushed down while the rubber slowly was pushed over the rest of his body. Instinctively he felt his muscles contracting around it as his scaly neck bulged from the object that was slid down into it while the rest of the hood covered his face. For a few brief moments, there was only darkness before the lenses aligned with his eyes and he could see again.

As the rubber heated up around his face it conformed to his draconic body, almost suctioning against it, and making the mundane muzzle more like his own while the tubes were pulled back. He could hear Slypher saying something about dosage and mix which made Syralth realize that they weren't just for air, especially as a harness was put around his pectorals had had something on the back of it. Despite the warning from the phoenix, he found himself squirming against the touch of the guards as a collar was fitting around his neck to keep the hood pressed against it. Despite his passive resistance Slypher merely watched and smirked as he heard a hissing sound behind him.

The air that was pushed into his nostrils suddenly had a sweet, musky scent to it and after a few times inhaling Syralth found his mind buzzing. He had half expected to suddenly become drowsy but instead, he found his mind growing clearer and his body growing more sensitive and reactive to the touch of the guards preparing him. As he felt something happening to his hands being held above them, he looked up and saw that one of the men had put a pair of cuffs and a spreader bar that would keep his arms locked. He wasn't getting out of here the way they were prepping him, though it was hard to keep focused on what was happening to his body.

Once they were finished with that there were a few finishing touches that were put on his body, feeling the guards fret with the hood to allow his white mane to flow out while a set of cuffs was put on his ankles. "Good work you two," Slypher said to the two guards. "Fastest prep yet, and I just got done updating our stock as well, so once I finish up the final touches you can escort the product to the market."

With the gag in his mouth there was nothing that Syralth could do but let out a grunt as Slypher took something out of his pocket and walked over towards his naked body. The chains that had been holding him up were loosened but when he was told to remain still, he found himself doing so almost instinctively. Even with the bindings, he would still potentially be able to run, but between the threat from the slaver phoenix and the strange sensation of euphoria in his mind, he found himself unable to take a step. As he stood there obediently, he saw the phoenix take out a large metal square and push it against the scales of his outer thigh before sliding it down towards his knee.

There was a tingling sensation and as Syralth watched something appeared on his muscular thigh. It was a neon blue bar code. It hit Syralth that Slypher was marking him like he was some sort of robot or shipping product and there was nothing he could do to stop it. There was part of his mind that tried to tell him to shout and demand that he be let go... but even if the gag wasn't stretching out his throat, he found himself unable to form the bodily will to carry out those thoughts. As the sweet odor could still be tasted on his tongue, he knew that there was something with the drugs that they were pumping into him, especially as his erect member continued to throb hard as Slypher moved over and printed out a six-figure number on his other thigh just like he had done with his servants.

As Syralth shuddered at seeing himself becoming priced he expected the phoenix to get up and leave only to find that shiny black beak and glowing eyes in front of his face. "You know, I can sense things like desire and arousal in others," Slypher cooed as Syralth could feel him stroking down his mane. "There are those that I make into slaves and others that are slaves when I find them. You, my dear Drakken, are the latter. I can see you on your knees serving your master with a smile on your face. A true natural."

Syralth tried to shake his head, but he found the phoenix mesmerizing as he continued to stare ahead, causing the other man to chuckle. "You can already feel it, can you? The need to submit to someone that has power over you," Slypher stated as the words caused the Drakken to shiver and whimper. "Just the thought of someone buying you, using you, taking control of you... I bet that inner slave will be so happy when you catch your new owner's eye." The phoenix teased a hand down Syralth's chest, "Don't worry, my slave. You will get your wish soon enough."

When the phoenix finished teasing the freshly minted slave, he once more gave a nod to the guards. On command, they once again grabbed the bound-up Drakken and started to move him. Unlike the last time, however, Syralth found himself not complying with his captors as he continued to feel a tingling sensation growing in his body. Even though he could still think for himself, there was a strange sense of docility that came with whatever he was breathing in. It wasn't helped by the gear he wore, which tingled at some corner of his mind to make him feel more submissive too. As he was moved through another door that was in the back of the preparation room the only thing that the bound-up Drakken could think of was how he had gotten himself into this position.

He wasn't supposed to be a slave... even though Slypher's words were still bouncing around in his skull he tried to push such thoughts from his mind. How could his boyfriend have done this to him? Sold him to a slaver who was ready to put him up on some sort of back-alley market block. As he was moved to another part of the back rooms of the nightclub, where they reached the end of the hall where there was an even more thickly muscled man standing there in front of a metal security door. Though he wore a full-face mask that had tinted lenses like his own there was a blue glow that radiated from behind them as he pulled out a scanner and aimed it at the barcode on his thigh.

"Slave one-five-eight," the bouncer repeated as he looked at the screen on the scanner. "Put him in bay seven in the public market block. Master Slypher wants him on full display but as a non-demonstration model. Looks like he wants to keep the Drakken pristine."

"He is rather cute," the guard on Syralth's left said, causing the two to chuckle as they kept the drugged Drakken on his feet. "He's going to make someone a great slave. I can see why they don't want him to get demonstrated on. Shame that we can't get our own."

"Like you could afford this one," the second guard said as the one for the door put in the access code to allow them inside. "Master Slypher is right, this product is going to move fast."

They were talking about him like he was a new model of car, not a person Syralth thought to himself, the Drakken's cheeks burned with rage and lust as the door was opened. The guards continued to drag him forward and the second he was brought to the other side of the threshold a litany of grunts, groans, and moans could be heard on the other side. This must have been the market that the phoenix was talking about.

The Drakken looked around at the gear-clad creatures in the private stalls he saw them all in a similar style of bondage while being strapped in various poses. While they were different types of creatures in different types of gear, they all had two things in common; they all had similar bar codes on their bodies and a price attached to them in some way. Syralth didn't have much time to dwell on the ones in the private stalls before he was moved to another area.

The second room was much bigger than the first and had an open-air feel to it; the slaves that were on display wiggled about on the pedestals they were chained or strapped to while there were others who walked about and looked at them. As he was guided to his destination, Drakken's eyes drifted, he could see several that he recognized in club attire. So, the rumors were right, the nightclub was a front for the slave trade of the phoenix, and from the number of creatures that were there, business seemed to be good.

As they got close to a few slaves that were chained to the floor, some in use by customers trying them out, Syralth had a momentary fear that he was about to join them. As the slave master had mentioned though he was brought over towards a raised pedestal that was empty, at least until the guards put him up on it. The second his feet touched the metal platform, he found the cuffs anchored to short chains that only gave him a few inches of movement while his arms were pulled behind his back. He made a muffled grunt through the rubber mask covering his face as his arms were bound together, wriggling a little as he found himself settling in.

Slave one-five-eight secured, that's what Syralth heard as his new arm binders were connected to the floor before he was left alone on the pedestal. His thoughts were in lazy tracks in his head as he dazedly mulled over the night's events. What in the hell was he thrust into?

Chapter 2:

As the minutes ticked by in the slave market all Syralth could do was remain kneeling while watching the sets of eyes look over his form. It was mostly the same people that were just passing through several times, but every so often he would see someone new. While he thought that eventually, he would start to get uncomfortable he found his muscles were relaxed and his mind lucid, likely an effect of whatever drugs had suffused through his system. With the gag in his throat the only thing that he could do was slowly turn his head when people walked by.

They were clubgoers though, and the more he watched the more he believed that Slypher was using the establishment to vet customers for his slave trade. Under almost every civilization's law and treaties that he knew of, this sort of market was supposed to be illegal. Yet there was no one here who was objecting to his circumstance, his attire, the barcode, and the price offered for him. Speaking of, most took one look at the price that was stenciled onto his thigh and moved on while others would just walk by as his body didn't seem to catch their eye. But those that did were varied, from males and females along with various aliens from humans to those that are more exotic. More than once he could hear some of the younger customers look at him while snickering while others commented on how a Drakken like him could be in this situation in the first place.

It was something that Syralth wondered while he remained kneeling there while looking through the lenses of the mask. He was still shocked that he was there in the first place, not to mention that this was about to be his life. He wasn't Syralth the Drakken, a member of the Exploratorium, a crewmember of SvarOS' ship/body the ICNS Solna, anymore, he was slave one-five-eight. A slave up for sale. A slave that was about to be sold. What made things worse was that he knew as soon as he was bought it would be hard for anyone to find him, especially if he was tucked away as someone's pet. Fear and arousal blurred together at the thought, and he didn't know which one was scarier.

His reverie was interrupted by a feline man and wolf woman who had come up to his pedestal. "This one might be fun," the snow leopard man said as he put his hands on the Drakken's chest, causing Syralth to shudder at the touch. "What do you think honey?"

"It's certainly a prime Drakken. Very rare and sought after," the wolfess replied as she went around and looked at Syralth's thigh. "At a prime price though, if he's going to be our slave then he better be worth it. Plus, there's that falcon that's cheaper because he's Soulbound."

Soulbound... Syralth could guess that it was that thing that Slypher had threatened him with, though now he was more concentrating on the snow leopard that had started to fondle his cock. With the ring on he had been hard ever since it had slid over his shaft and he shuddered from the touch. It was hardly anything intimate, teasing as one would inspect a fruit at a store before dropping it in the cart. "Remember the rules," the wolfess said as Syralth felt her fingers caressing over his chest. "Though this one is tempting..."

"Last thing we need to end up in the same predicament as this soul," the snow leopard said with a chuckle as his hand shifted from the Drakken's maleness to his inner thigh, watching Syralth shudder from the sensations it brought. "He's on the list, though I still have a mind for that falcon. Too bad we can't get both..."

The two continued to talk idly while making Syralth squirm with their continued ministrations to his scaly form, his muffled grunts going unnoticed by the two. After a few minutes, they decided to go back and check on the falcon and left him a quivering mess. He huffed heavily through his nostrils while he attempted to recover, his chest heaving up and down while his maleness throbbed hard. At this point, he wasn't sure if he could stand much more of this public market display while he watched the couple disappear, having obviously selected the falcon to take home with them.

A few more minutes passed and just as a rather large bull-man stroked his mane to check on how thick it was Syralth noticed a familiar face heading towards him. It was Slypher, and there was someone with him that he wasn't quite familiar with. While the flaming blue phoenix was already exotic to him the creature that slithered next to him was even more so. The phoenix cleared his throat, catching the bull's attention. The brute that had been looking at his mouth and stroking down his neck noticed the two before him and seemed to freeze before recollecting himself and quickly left. The Drakken protested the sudden departure of sensation, leaning back and huffing loudly. He was ignored by Slypher and his guest.

"I'm so happy that you can accommodate your schedule in order to come down here, Mistress Sable," Slypher said to the serpent. Syralth lazily turned his head to the conversing couple. His eyes went wide at what he saw, a latex Naga. "I know that you are busy being the executive of this station so I'm glad I can still entice you to look at new stock."

So... the one that runs this space station is a customer of Slypher, Syralth thought to himself while trying to think over the haze of pleasure that had settled over his brain. No wonder the phoenix didn't have to worry about being shut down if one of his customers was the one who oversaw everything. In space stations like this one, they were their own little ecosystems and the one at the top was, for all intents and purposes, the lord of the land. The very thought of catching the eye of someone so powerful made him gulp involuntarily and feel the dildo in his throat. He found himself staring right at the serpent looking at him while his gaze looked up and down the black skin and white rubber scutes of her form.

"You know that I have a particular fondness for exotic creatures. So, when I hear that my favorite toymaker has himself a Drakken that got caught off his little tube habitat, I strike," Sable replied with a laugh as they circled his pedestal. "So, this is the new slave. I must admit I am already intrigued, and not just by his being a Drakken. I can practically taste his need to serve, though it's clouded by the foolish idea of independence that lingered in his mind."

"I haven't really conditioned this one yet," Slypher explained with a grin. "He's a new arrival, fresh from delivery. I'm sure that a succubus serpent such as yourself would enjoy breaking such a creature... Though considering you have a penchant for using up your toys rather quickly, I would be wary about the price."

"Price does not concern me, my dear phoenix," Sable stated as she slithered up and looked at the Drakken, which Syralth found himself trembling slightly just from the aura of desire and authority that she exuded. With her aura and position, Syralth knew this was not a creature to be trifled with. As she stared into his eyes, he could feel a power there that he had not personally experienced before. "I like this one, hard to find a slave that you haven't had your grubby feathers all over on... I'll take him."

Syralth let out a muffled gasp as he heard that this creature wanted to purchase him, the phoenix nodding in response as he pulled out his scanner. "You've made another good choice," Slypher complimented as the phoenix scanned the barcode on the Drakken's thigh before doing the same with a card that the naga produced. "I'm sure this will be a good slave. I'm guessing you would like to do the customization yourself?"

"You know me too well, my dear," Sable said as she tilted Syralth's head and saw the bulge in his throat. "Plus, I see you've had to gag and drug this one while he was on your slave market. Pity in some ways, though I'm sure if you've pitched it right, he is loving all this somewhere in that little mind of his. Of course, not that it will be necessary for me. Also... I've been feeling particularly performative today, to remind those of the rules. Do you have any openings on that stage of yours?"

"For you? Always," Slypher replied as he looked at the tablet that he was holding before giving a nod. "Why don't you have a drink at the bar while we get this one ready. And of course, it was a pleasure doing business with you once more."

Sable nodded and gave Syralth a wink before slithering out of the slave market, leaving Slypher with Syralth as the phoenix smirked at the Drakken. "Oh, you are in for quite the treat, slave," Slypher commented as the two guards seemed to appear out of thin air. "Sable is quite the master. You had better not make me look bad in her presence. The last thing I need is her asking for a refund because of a defective product." The phoenix looked up from his tablet with the sternest face he had ever seen from the man. "You do not want to be a defective product."

Just a product... Syralth thought with a small shiver as Slypher once more focused back on his tablet, the phoenix didn't even regard him anymore while the two guards got the chains that were on his body pulled away so he could be released. Once more between the drugs and the sheer dominance of the avian creature he found his desire to run diminished, especially after being referred to as a thing or slave for so long. Even those who just passed by while he was on display in the market looked at him or talked about him like he was some sort of object. He was groped, teased, and prodded to make sure that those who were thinking about purchasing him were assured that he would be worth the credits.

It was hard to just think of himself as anything but a slave, though as the Drakken felt himself getting pulled up onto his feet once more, he was starting to reassert his sense of self at least a little bit. As he blinked a few times he also realized that while he still had pleasure suffusing through his system he also realized that the strange sensation of clarity and buzzing of sensitivity of his scales was gone too. It was likely that the drugs that he had been inhaling all this time were turned off so he could be put back to his normal state. Syralth wasn't quite sure how he felt about that as he was led off the pedestal and was marched out of the slave market, considering what little he knew about Sable he wondered if he was being brought back just to be broken all over again.

After a while, Syralth could hear the music from the club as he was brought into a little side room. The guards reminded him of what would happen if he tried to run. Methodically, they began to remove the gear, starting with taking the mask off his head. As soon as he felt the dildo gag slide out of his throat, the Drakken let out a loud gasp, panting heavily as he breathed relatively fresh air for the first time in a while. They also got rid of the harness off his chest but left the collar and cuffs on his body. They also left the barcode on his body and scrubbed the price from the other side since he had already been bought and paid for. Syralth's heart hammered in his chest as more and more gear was removed and what next grew ever closer.

As soon as he was stripped bare of everything else in terms of gear Syralth somehow felt less naked without it. Even as he found himself focusing on the fact that they were about to lead him out onto the stage he found himself lamenting the lack of gear on his body. Over the last several hours on display in the slave market he had grown attached to it, and he almost felt like he was doing something wrong by not having it on. The only solace was the bar code that was still imprinted on him as he was scanned once more before heading out into the club.

Even though Syralth wasn't intending on running the two guards continued to grip him on either side of his body by his arms, leading him up to a large stage that he hadn't noticed before. It looked like it was part of the dance floor, but it was slightly raised, perhaps when it wasn't in use it was where the clubgoers could go to space themselves out more. Even so, he thought that it would be packed, full of partygoers. Yet as he was forced onto the floor, he could see it was completely vacant but had a small crowd both standing around the edge of it and sitting in the nearby booths. As he was led towards the center of the stage, he could hear whispers from those who were ready for a show with the name Sable being something he caught being thrown about.

Syralth found himself swallowing hard at seeing the leering looks and hearing another word that was on the lips of the crowd that was there. Slave... that was his part in this production, and when he was brought to the center of the stage the two guards had him stand on the dot in the middle before leaving him there. All these people knew that he was a slave and what they were about to watch, and from the eager looks and lustful motions that they were doing it was clear they would be no help to him. Not to mention that someone had already bought him, a thought that despite being surreal for him made it hard for him to think against the concept.

As the Drakken remained on stage the music suddenly shifted in tone, becoming sultrier, the lights dimmed save for the spotlights that were directed at him. With the rest of the club plunged into darkness with only the neon blue lights casting light on them, the audience looked otherworldly and made of shadows. Syralth could feel himself shiver as he could still feel all those eyes on him, at least until he felt the presence of someone else behind him. Before he could do anything a pair of clawed hands rested on his shoulders and he heard a hissing sound from just above him.

"I see you already recognize the futility of running..." Sable stated with a chuckle, her voice cooing over the club's address system as she slithered into sight, her long tail coiling around him, not touching but making a circle with the obvious implication. "Slypher does know how to get creatures like you softened up and ready. Now it's time to see if you're worth the credits I paid for."

Syralth found himself taking a step back, causing a gasp and murmurs from the crowd around him as he looked into the eyes of the naga. "I... there's been a grave misunderstanding," Syralth attempted to explain even as he found those rubbery coils started to spiral in closer. "I'm not a slave. I don't know what my boyfriend was thinking when he did this, but this isn't where I'm supposed to be."

"That marking on your thigh says otherwise, 158," Sable replied before darting forward, Syralth suddenly finding the rubbery hands of the creature at his throat while the coil that had been playing around his body suddenly constricted. "It doesn't matter what you think anymore, you are my property and where you're supposed to be is beneath me."

The crowd let out a series of snickers and excited whispers and other noises as the Drakken let out a choking gasp. He was forced against her long tail, her smooth, glossy skin smooth and enticing to the touch. He instinctively reached for her hand to pull her off, finding her arm unyielding to his strength and desires. Not only was their considerable strength in the naga's grip but control, squeezing just enough to make it hard for him to breathe. Syralth gasped as he gagged a little, his head feeling light as his endorphins blended the pain with the pleasure.

She was an expert. Every time Syralth felt his head get lighter, she lightened up only to redouble her efforts when he'd just recovered. She was testing him, his limits, his endurance... his mind. Another round of rubbery coils wrapped around Syralth's body and when it looped around his chest, he found the hand being taken off his neck only to have his chest squeezed. Once more Sable showed off her control over her muscular form and the Drakken as he was compressed enough to make breathing hard.

Again, a flood of endorphins and arousal flooded Syralth's body as his breathing came in exaggerated and exasperated gasps, only fueling Syralth's arousal. His cock burned between his legs, trapped between the impossibly smooth coils of the succubus Naga. "Fortunately for you, I can help you shed that old life of yours and those silly notions of freedom you have," Sable said as a wicked grin formed on her muzzle while she leaned in, her blood-red eyes seeming to peer into his soul. "Before the night is out all these people will know the truth."

"The truth?" Syralth repeated nervously once the coils had loosened enough for him to catch his breath.

"That you've always been a slave deep down," Sable said as she leaned in until their muzzles were nearly touching, those eyes twinkling with desire and dominance that the Drakken could feel pressing down on his psyche. "That you need someone more powerful than you to dominate you. To control you. To give your meaningless life purpose. You are not whomever you thought you were, you're not even a Drakken. You are just a toy that I purchased to please myself. Right, 158?"

Syralth was speechless. This was the one that was running the entirety of the station who was referring to him as a piece of property, and nothing more than just something that she had purchased. Her tone was commanding but playful and seductive as she slid her hands down his chest. Such a public display of affection had caused him to shudder, but there was something about all this that made it hard for him to think about anything but the pleasure he was getting. Perhaps it was the words of the cobra or maybe some remnants of the drugs still in his system but instead of his usual shying away from the attention he found himself moaning slightly despite himself.

"That's a good boy," Sable cooed as she shifted her position, so his body was fully displayed. As Syralth was shifted into his new pose, he could feel something else pressing against him other than just the naga's ample chest, the Drakken looking back to see that she was more than just female. "Ah! Liking what you see? If you want it though, you're going to have to pay my price."

Syralth was caught off-guard by that, looking up from the shiny serpentine shaft pressing against him to look up at the rubber naga. "I... didn't say..." Syralth started to say before he found himself faltering, watching the devious grin on the serpent grow as he felt confused about what he wanted to convey. "I mean, I don't know-"

"Don't know how you can properly earn such a wonderful gift from your mistress?" Sable asked as she pressed up the head of the Drakken against her large, shiny breasts. "Oh! My dear slave! All you must do is call me your mistress, and you promise to be my good, loyal plaything. Once you can do that, then you will get your proper form and serve me. Until then, all you are getting is the teasing punishment that bad slaves get."

Bad slaves... for some reason, the idea of being a bad slave was not something he wanted to be, though deep in his mind, it questioned his desire to be a good one. It was starting to get hard for him to think clearly with all the pleasure he was being fed, even though most of it was coming from the caresses of the naga and the rubbing of that latex skin against him. It was intoxicating, and Syralth knew she was drawing out lustful desires.

His shaft throbbed with his racing heartbeat as she continued her spiel, whispering how good it felt to submit. To give in to his greaters, she cooed while nuzzling and teasing his blue cock, which drooled its vanilla-scented precum and relished in the attention it was receiving while her words continued to push buttons that he didn't even know he had. His headiness was only heightened with everyone watching, he couldn't resist and found his hands drifting down towards his throbbing member. Before he could start to touch himself, Syralth found his arms getting yanked back while Sable hissed in his ear that she didn't give him permission to do such a thing.

Syralth gulped at that and realized that not only was he on stage as a slave to this incredibly kinky succubus serpent executive, but he was fully erect with no way to relieve himself. He hadn't realized how hard he had gotten or how much pleasure had suffused through his system until she had pointed it out. As the tip of the thick, shiny cock continued to rub up against his rear, she continued to whisper into his ear, nuzzling against his mane of white fur as she told him to just give in like a good slave. The minutes passed, and the Drakken struggled as the need for pleasure was starting to outweigh his pride and his lust increasingly pushed him to give in.

The crowd was also getting into watching Syralth be broken in real-time, and finally, as he began to pant, he saw her shift her upper body to face him once more. "Please..." Syralth found himself saying as he trembled slightly. "Let me take care of this..."

"Oh no, you're not going to be doing anything I don't command anytime soon," Sable said as her coils slid up his body and wrapped around his waist, pinning his arms against his side. "Since you don't seem to understand what you are, 158. I think we need to take something away as punishment." As Syralth felt her hands slide down, he could feel the digits becoming softer, like she was melting the rubber of her palms before she began to push against his groin. Her maleness throbbed against his side, demanding his body as her breasts rubbed against his neck as she started to rub against his hard shaft.

The second her fingers made contact, the gooey rubber transferred from her palm onto his groin, causing the Drakken's back to arch from the pleasure of it. Almost as soon as it started to coat his length though he could feel the shiny material spreading, causing the sensitive flesh to tingle as she massaged it. Once more, they could hear the giggles from the crowd as he looked down to see the black rubber coating his maleness completely, and as it did, he found himself softening. After being hard for so long, it was a surprise, but though he was no longer erect, it radiated a powerful pleasure from his groin.

When Syralth continued to look down, Sable angled his body so that he could see exactly what was happening to him. The Drakken's jaw dropping when he could see the rubber thickening as the naga continued to grope him there. "I told you that you belong to me," Sable whispered tauntingly into his ear as the Drakken felt his cock sticking against the already shiny black scales of his groin while it thickened more considerably. "That includes that nice dick of yours. And, since you're not going to need it, why don't we put it away where it can't tempt my toy."

All Syralth could do in response was a frustrated groan as he saw the naga continue to rub and stroke his shaft, then the rubber that covered it, and finally a smooth bulge that had formed over his maleness. His eyes rolled back into his head in bliss when he could feel the synthetic substance completely envelop his groin to the point it felt like he was wearing underwear. But this rubber was far more insidious as he could feel tendrils wrapping around his encased junk and stimulating it as a glowing green lock appeared, mocking him with denial of relief. Magic? Advanced technology? Syralth fought through the fog, clinging to something to keep his borderline mind from breaking and giving in.

"There we go toy," Sable said with a dark, domineering chuckle as he gave the bulge a squeeze, causing Syralth to become weak in the knees while the coils held him up. "Now... if you want that pleasure you so desperately crave, you must show me that a toy like you has earned it. You exist to serve and pleasure me, and I want to hear you say it, so I know you're in the right mindset. You'll do what I say, when I say it. Your body is my body to use whenever I want."

Syralth reached down, the snake not bothering to stop him this time as his hands clawed at the bulge. He could feel it, so desperately close, just one more stroke, rub, palming, squeeze, but it never came. No relief. The crowd had started whooping, laughing, mocking the Drakken as he lost all sense of awareness for a desperate attempt at a release. Even though he considered himself rather stalwart, the combined effects of everything that had happened to him had left Syralth incredibly needy, and with his maleness completely closed off with only a small buzzing sensation there was only one route to go.

Sable could only smirk at the next words that came out of his mouth, sending a shiver down her long spine. "I-I... am your slave," Syralth said pleadingly as his muscles tired, his arms felt heavy, and his exhausted mind and body started to give. He looked up at her, breaths heavy as he knew the crowd heard the desperation, despite keeping his voice low. "I need you inside me. Let me cum. Please!"

"Oh, honey, you're going to have to do far better than that if you want this gift," Sable said as she, easily manhandled him across a coil, pushed his tail over his back, and teased the tip of her member between his scaled cheeks, causing the Drakken to gasp slightly as it slipped up to the base of his tail. "They need to know how much you need to be my toy, and I want you to moan it out to the entire club. You are my slave and once you can admit that then I will treat you as such, which is something you are craving more than anything else."

With the tip of the naga's rubber tool still pressing against the pucker between his cheeks, the desire and lust had well and truly passed a tipping point in the Drakken's body. It didn't help that Sable continued to stroke the bar code on his leg, the reminder that he was sold into slavery and bought by this creature. Even with his maleness completely soft, he could feel himself pulsating underneath the rubber that he hadn't realized was still spreading a bit over his scales. It was too much, Syralth's pleasure-addled mind shouted; he needed to get off. Now. This instant. Yesterday. With the rubber body of the naga pressing against his scales, he finally let out a loud moan that caused Sable to hiss in pure delight.

"Yes, I-I am your slave," Syralth finally exclaimed, his voice shaking from her machinations and manipulation. "I'm your toy, you bought me. I belong to you..."

"Of course you do," Sable said as she began to push into him, the ring of muscle starting to stretch over the tip of the naga's member. "But for those who might not have heard your moaning, I want you to say it louder for those in the back of the club. Who is your owner, 158?"

Syralth found himself swallowing hard. His rear squeezed at the invader, she was large, but her control and discipline shone to Syralth's arousal as it beckoned her to go further, protesting to its host loudly as Sable began to pull her cock back out. The sensation prompted the Drakken to speak up. "Mistress Sable is my owner!" Syralth practically shouted, feeling his cheeks burn as he could hear hoots and hollers from the crowd while a wave of pleasure came from getting penetrated further to spur him on more. "I am her property, her slave! I'm just a toy for her! I am 158! Fuck me! Please!"

"Good slave," Sable said as she rewarded Syralth by sliding ever so deeper into him. "Tell them how much you need me, 158."

"I... am nothing without my owner," Syralth stated after thinking, his thoughts thoroughly scrambled by this point with the Drakken having difficulty stringing two sentences together from the overwhelming lust he was experiencing. Syralth's knees quivered as his tail brushed against those coils of his new owner there was a strange smoothness that came from the rubbing like it was more than just his scaly limb rubbing against her latex form. With his arms still being held behind him, it allowed him to reach back and feel that there was a reason for that sensation as he felt something other than his flesh under his fingers...

...Syralth felt rubber instead on his butt.

It felt like liquid rubber, but the more he pressed against it, the more he realized that it felt more than just a covering. "I told you that you would be rewarded for your effort," Sable explained as the coils tightened around his body, pushing the Drakken further onto the throbbing shaft while he felt the strange sensation spreading. "It's not just the pleasure. Since your mind has jumped in like a good slave and you want to be my toy, I will ensure you look like one."

Syralth gasped and trembled as he could feel his mistress sliding deeper into him as her coil slid back down to his hips. With his arm unbound, he could bring his hands back up, only to see that the hand that had groped his backside dripped with a shiny black substance. With the light shining down on him, his jaw dropped once more as he attempted to spread his fingers apart, only to feel the rubber between them pulling back together. As it covered the cuffs he wore and spread up to his elbow, the hand puffed out and reformed with Syralth, feeling his digits morphing until it felt like he was wearing a glove.

No... not wearing a glove. Somehow, Sable had transformed his hand into a thick rubber mitt. The palm formed into thick green pads, and a symbol formed on the back of it that caused him to pause. It was a biohazard symbol... something he normally saw on hazmat suits in certain station areas. As he was thrust into it, he saw the shiny rubber liquid spreading up over the white scales of his chest, his other hand pressing against it only to have it get coated as well.

"That's right, you don't need to have anything like an identity when you're with me," Sable said as she thrust up into him, as the Drakken huffed and groaned with each thrust, he could feel glowing green liquid dripping from his maw. "These drones are the lowest of the low, and that's where I want to be sure you know you are. Plus, I happen to like the aesthetic."

"You're... turning me into... a harrffphh? Mffph!" Syralth brought up his mitted hands to his face as the goo had spread over his lips, the green turning to black as it began to spread over his muzzle. When he tried to open his mouth to protest and scream at the takeover, but the rubber kept it sealed shut. To seemingly add insult to injury, he felt something pushing into his maw. Though he couldn't see it, he felt the respirator ports that would normally filter air into those wearing it, but these were part of his face as the rubber covered his eyes. He couldn't see or hear anything as the bizarre substance for a few brief moments, but when he could see again, it felt like he was looking through a pair of goggles.

The crowd was enraptured as the Drakken slave continued to transform before their very eyes while Sable thrust into him. When the rubber spread down Syralth's thighs, they worked with the serpent, the expert coils shifting him around so that the two were facing one another. As their chests pressed together, the rubber had almost completely covered the black scales on his pecs and stomach, which bore the same dangerous symbol in black. He found that Sable had come prepared and showed Syralth what he looked like, the vaguely draconic rubber head letting out a muffled grunt of surprise as he found himself looking through a visor that now was on his face.

"Oh, I do love it when they squirm after seeing me take their identity," Sable said while slowing her thrusts, using her coils to keep him sliding up and down on her shaft while Syralth continued to examine himself. "You've already given me your body, mind, and soul with that declaration. You are my toy now, my slutty synth toy that seeks only to please me. How does that feel, slave?"

"It feels... so strange," Syralth said, bizarrely and surreally finding himself able to speak even though his muzzle remained sealed as he could feel the last of his scales getting assimilated. A green biohazard symbol was emblazoned on his back as his toes merged, the rubber enveloping them and forming a pair of vaguely draconic-shaped boots with green soles. "I really am your slave now."

"Glad you're catching up," Sable said as their shiny chests rubbed together while he was bounced up and down, that thick cock feeding him pleasure as her coils kept them together. She hissed into his ear, sending a shiver down Syralth's spine as she turned toward the audience, who cheered and clapped uproariously, obviously impressed by the show, before looking at her freshly broken-in slave and guiding him back to the small room where she hissed in delight before leaning in, letting her cock rest inside him. With a final bit of thrusting, she finally claimed the biohazard slave, her seed flowing into the Drakken, a warm tingle of accomplishment flowing through him. His arousal felt a distant second to what he was now, and it felt oddly right.

Part 3:

With the final flourish, the crowd started to disperse, and she pulled out of her slave, guiding him to the backroom where the guards prepped him for his journey to her place. "Now, before I take you back to begin your new life as my toy, there are a few ground rules, and since I have bred for quite some time, we have a little time to review them. Listen up, slave, because I don't repeat myself, and there are consequences for someone who can't handle themselves in my domain..."

As Syralth was led through the back alleys of the space station, Sable continuing to lead him along by the bright green leash, he began to wonder if the real reason that he got turned into a hazmat toy was in case they got caught outside the club. While it would have been weird for the one who ran the station to deal with someone in hazmat gear, it wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility. But there wouldn't be any way he was working down there, the Drakken mused as he breathed through the respirator ports on his new mask, not with what Sable had whispered into his ear. Yet there was no compulsion to try and run as he felt completely owned and dominated by this creature.

Sable didn't say a thing to the Drakken as they walked, though occasionally, she did look back and give him a lustful stare. Since he wasn't permitted to speak, he didn't say anything either, even as they went into the central spire of the station. It didn't take much for him to determine that this was where she lived as she brought him into the elevator before sliding a card that allowed her to press the button on the top floor. Another few minutes of riding the car eventually led Syralth to step out and look at the suite they arrived in.

They didn't stay long in the living area where the elevator opened, the naga slithering to another area with her new slave in tow. As he walked behind, Syralth found the reality of the situation weighing on him. This was his life... while he was at the club, on the stage, and even in the slave market, there was still a feeling of disbelief that had come with it. But now that he was in a place where he wouldn't ever leave, not while he still belonged to Sable. Even with his declaration at the club, it was hard to believe that he was a slave, but as he had left the club and had gotten scanned, he caught a peak of the screen and saw his new profile picture and ID number, 158, were the only thing that came up.

"Don't fall behind, slave," Sable said, Syralth trembling slightly as he realized his mistress was calling him. When he entered the room the naga had ventured into, he saw it was her bedroom. "Now, toy, it's time to show your value."

Syralth found himself at a loss for what to do next, but it seemed Sable knew exactly what to do as she began to slither around him again. She was erect once more, but as her hands moved toward her sex, he saw her set of labial folds. When the Drakken saw it, he could feel the rubber of the hood that encapsulated his face opening, allowing his tongue to slip out of it. As the Drakken licked the opening that had formed in front of his muzzle, he heard a hiss and looked back to see Sable standing there with an impatient look on her face. She had one release, and now she needed this one.

The rubbery Drakken took the hint and got on his knees, feeling her wrap around his waist with that flexible body while he got into position. The sensation of their smooth forms sliding over one another made Syralth shudder in pleasure. The hold of those coils was a reminder of her hold on him as he nuzzled up against the groin of his mistress. She let out a hiss of delight as her slave licked up against her pussy before she huffed.

"There's no need to be a shy slave," Sable declared as Syralth felt her put her hand against his head. "Why don't we do a little toy testing? Let's see how long you can last." Before Syralth could back away to ask what that meant, he gave a muffled grunt of surprise as he was pushed forward. Strange slick muscles contracted around him as he felt his entire muzzle sliding into the pussy of the snake! As the latex walls squeezed against him, he looked up at the grinning naga as he realized she had pushed him past his respirators. Still, when he attempted to back out and felt the pressure against his head increase, he realized this was a deliberate decision.

With his rubberized snout pressed into the snatch of the snake, Syralth could only think to stick out his tongue, licking against the inner walls, eliciting a moan from Sable. Even though she had somehow morphed his body, his need to breathe was still there, and with the ports blocked, there was no air coming in. Since his mistress had taken him by surprise, he hadn't even drawn in a full breath to hold anything as he tried to lick deeper into her pussy. Even as he began to grunt, and his chest began to heave from the lack of air she continued to hold him there as his padded hands rubbed against her hips.

As he squirmed about, Syralth was pulled back, feeling his tongue slide out of her pussy as he saw it stretched to nearly a foot in length while it was lodged inside her. "Not a great start," Sable said. "Try taking a full breath, really. Make sure you hold it, too, because I'm not letting you back out until you get me to orgasm."

Syralth could hear the serious tone in her voice, and as his tongue retracted back a bit, he heard the click of his muzzle ports from the deep breaths he took. After several huffs, he brought in a particularly long inhale before pushing himself back into her pussy, his tongue sliding in first as he took the initiative. From the groan of the naga he could sense that his mistress appreciated that. His mind was focused on her pleasure, even as he wiggled his tongue around inside her pussy and attempted to feel out how to stimulate her best, he could already start to feel his breath starting to catch even above the powerful pleasure that radiated from his submission.

Once more, Syralth felt Sable's hands sliding against the back of his head as he continued to eat her out, using the tongue he had been given to try and make her orgasm. After the first minute, she was hissing in delight, but the exertion was causing him to feel his lungs start to burn. He hadn't realized how much time he was taking until he could feel himself trying to breathe through the blocked ports. Despite that, he kept going, attempting to please his mistress like the good slave he was, even as his vision began to swim.

As Sable was starting to get more into it and was pushing his head even harder against her snatch, Syralth found an additional difficulty in his ministrations. As the naga became more excited, her muscles began to tense, and that caused the coil around his midsection to constrict ever so slightly. It wasn't much, but with his already strained lungs, it was causing him to start to writhe. Even as he began to practically spasm from pulling back, he still tried to lick against those tight walls. Darkness began to creep into his vision as his flailing arms slid down her form, his tongue twitching even as he started to slump forward, a sense of failure creeping in and mixed with an ever-increasing sense of dread.

Suddenly Syralth was pulled back, and a raspy gasp escaped him as air was sucked into his ventilation ports. It took more than a few moments for him to recover, and when he looked up, he could see Sable's eyes baring down on him. "You did not accomplish your task," Sable said with a hiss. "While I enjoy seeing you squirm, I don't like waiting for my toys to recharge from passing out before I can play with them again."

"I apologize, mistress," Syralth said once his tongue had transformed back, his muzzle sealing up again. Even as she shook her head, there was the slightest hint of that devilish smile as the succubus naga began to slither around his body even more. "I promise that I will do better next time."

"Perhaps you are just distracted," Sable stated as the coils of her body coiled around his midsection and legs. "I should have known to keep those Drakken features on my toy. I think I will have to take them away. Let's mold you into something more functional to see if we can salvage this, 158."

Though Syralth wasn't sure what that even meant, he suddenly felt himself getting squeezed. Her rubbery coils focused on his legs in particular, as she wrapped around him once more. It was much like when they were at the club, except this was a far more intimate affair. When she had wrapped several loops around his waist and legs, they squeezed tight, feeling the pressure against his limbs while she tickled the symbol on his chest and head. He hadn't even realized that his tail was trapped there as Syralth began to feel an intensely pleasurable tingling sensation in his lower body.

When he attempted to ask what was happening, Syralth found that he could no longer speak, and Sable took away her toy's ability. She leaned in and hissed into his ear, whispering that he would not need to talk, only just to enjoy the show for now while she continued to work her body over his. The feel of the rubber body against his latex scales was exquisite, and when his booted legs kicked about, he began to feel them moving in sync. He looked down to see that the footwear looked... melted. Beginning with his toes initially, he began to feel their sides knit together.

She was transforming his body once more, Syralth realized, as it felt like his spine was starting to stretch. Sable was pulling on him, and the more her muscles constricted around him, the more his lower body felt like taffy. It was a sublime sensation that was even stronger than his initial transformation, and he groaned as he could feel his spine stretching. Something was also happening to his tail and legs, which, as they continued to fuse, he could feel rubber pushing into his tailhole. At first, he thought that she was fingering him or something, but instead of penetration, it felt like the latex was fusing with his tailhole.

"Enjoying yourself, slave?" Sable asked with a chuckle as Syralth continued to huff and whine. "I told you that everything of you belongs to me, including your form. With what I have planned, we'll need to shift a few things around so everything... lines up."

Syralth arched his lengthening back as those hands made their way down towards his groin, Sable rubbing against the bulge with the lock symbol on it. As she squeezed it, the shiny material began to retract, and his cock began to form again. It was ridged and glowed with a green light save for the black biohazard symbol. That was an interesting touch, Syralth thought to himself, but before he could really look at it, all the pleasure that had gotten pent up during their time flowed through him.

But before he could do anything, Sable whispered in his ear to wait, and to his surprise, he found his orgasm subsiding. She really had complete control over him... but he didn't have much time to think about it as one of her hands trailed lower. By this point, his legs had almost completely fused to the point where the excess latex filled the gaps between them and the tail that melted into them. As his hips thrust up into the air with her hand sliding over his cock the other one began to push into the cleft that was left behind.

Suddenly Syralth gasped loudly as the latex didn't fill in completely, instead forming around her fingers into a new anal vent. With her backside completely fused, he had wondered what the purpose was, but once she had formed it into his new serpentine lower body, she slithered around him again. While he had not figured out how to use it, he wouldn't have a chance, at least not for the moment, as the coils slid easily over his latex form. The sensations were intense, and once she had wrapped completely around him, he could feel her plan. The constriction was tighter than before, and as it slithered upwards, he felt something press against the newly formed opening underneath his cock.

"One last chance, my toy," Sable warned as their chests pressed together, the snake pressing against his head and causing his horns to meld into his skull. "Good slaves know to please their owners before themselves, so if you orgasm before me, that will make you... what?"

"Oh, uh..." Syralth swallowed hard, his voice returning as suddenly as it had left earlier as he looked into her eyes. "A... bad slave?"

"It would mean you are a broken toy," Sable hissed. "A broken toy is useless to me, and the last thing you want to be to me is useless. I'd probably have to go back to Slypher for that refund... hopefully, that will inspire you to try harder with your slave life."

Syralth shuddered in the embrace of the snake as he began to pant from feeling her cock pushing into him. At the same time, her coils made it so that he was sliding into her pussy, which caused a burst of pleasure to radiate through his body. Whatever mental block had kept him from feeling the build-up of his orgasm was gone, and his shiny tubular form immediately began to quiver while it was sliding into her snatch. Almost immediately, he began to panic as the one thing he was commanded to do quickly became increasingly hard to control himself. Even with Sable taking control and undulating her coils so that both cocks were thrusting into one another, all Syralth could do was squeeze his eyes shut to try and control himself.

Could he ask his mistress to block his orgasm like she had done before? As he found his draconic muzzle being reshaped into a serpent snout while she controlled their rutting rhythm, the sensation of being transformed into an even more rubbery creature than before, a naga like his mistress from the look of it, combined with the pussy clamped around his cock and the one in his anal vent made his head tilt back. Sable was trying to tell him something, but all he could focus on was her pillowy breasts rubbing against his chest as the last of his draconic features disappeared while another hazard symbol formed on his forehead.

It wasn't long before the only things that could be heard in the air were the squeaking of their bodies and their hissing and groaning. "Hold it together, slave," Sable said as his hands slid down her back, hearing his muffled grunts growing more urgent. "I'm getting close... be a good toy."

Even with the words of his mistress echoing in his mind, he was having trouble keeping them together, especially when she wrapped his hands against his back and had them stick there. It was like his arms had gotten put in arm binders, making him even hornier than before. He wanted desperately to please his mistress, but she was just too good, her pussy practically milking his glowing green cock as it was thrust into him from the coils squeezing together. Must... get... mistress... to orgasm... with no control over the rhythm, Syralth heard Sable warning him as his body began to tense.

Syralth found his new coils squeezing the naga succubus hard as he climaxed, letting out a muffled cry as he orgasmed inside his mistress. His body practically convulsed from the orgasm, and it caused them both to squirm about as their rubbery bodies continued to slide up against one another. They were so tight together that their members were locked inside all the way up to the hilt. From the sound of it, Sable sounded like she orgasmed, too, though it was hard to ask anything since they were still coming down from their intense high.

After what seemed like ages, the two stopped panting long enough for them to look into one another's eyes, Sable smirking as she caught her breath. "Not too bad, toy," Sable complimented, stroking his snout with an arm. "You did cause me to orgasm."

"I'm happy to hear that, mistress," Syralth said happily, his head coming up to feel his new shorter snout while he felt the rubber that had flared out behind his head to give him a cobra appearance.

"Yes, I did orgasm," Sable said as her tone changed, pulling back as she crossed her arms over her chest. "...after you."

The new rubber biohazard naga gulped as he knew he was in trouble, especially because her forked tongue was flicking out. He had been so close to getting it done, but a failure was a failure, and he wasn't sure what to do to make it up. "Mistress, I tried to hold back as long as I could," Syralth explained while bowing down at her lower body while he attempted to coil up his own. "There was just so much stimulation, I thought I could hold off longer, but you were so masterful, and I was so pent up... I... I'm sorry..."

"How... disappointing," Sable hissed as Syralth continued to pant, looking up to see the serpent was staring straight at him. "When I buy toys, I expect them to last longer than that, considering that I've gone to great lengths to try and have you work out. Unfortunately, there is nothing else I can do."

"I... I'm so sorry, mistress," Syralth stammered as he could feel her squeezing around his mutated form, swallowing hard as there was a malicious gleam in her eyes. "I can do better, I promise."

"I don't have time to train a slave to my standards," Sable simply sighed. "I can't even blame the phoenix. He told me you were unrefined. There's only one fate for a toy that is as useless as you..."

Syralth was practically shaking as his mistress continued looking at him disapprovingly, wondering what would happen next. Would she return him to the market and the phoenix? It didn't sound like it, but what that left as other options swirling in his mind caused him to panic slightly. He felt he was about to find out quickly, though he was slightly surprised when she smiled at him and leaned in for a kiss.

Any thought that perhaps his mistress was about to be lenient to him was dashed as their rubbery muzzles met, and Syralth felt Sable's hand press against the back of his neck. Much like when he was pushed into her pussy, the hazmat drone felt a pressure against him that started pushing him further. He quickly found his respirator valves getting engulfed, but as something began to ooze into them, he shuddered as those lips continued to slide further over him. Sable's intentions quickly became clear as his serpentine head pushed deeper into him, his transformed nature allowing his mistress to stretch her snout over it easily.

With another forceful push, Syralth's vision suddenly went from the scornful eyes of the snake to the inside of his maw, watching the shiny drool dripping from those fangs and in her mouth before everything went dark. Her cheeks stretched surprisingly easily over his head, and as he let out a muffled grunt of protest, he could feel himself sliding deeper into her slick mouth. It didn't take her long until she had her lips pressing against his neck and his head stretching out hers while those strong clawed rubber hands clasped against his arms and pushed them to his sides.

Suddenly Syralth found himself in a predicament. However, Sable had continued to surprise him at every twist and turn, it suddenly felt like the synthetic serpent was about to eat him, and when he felt his shoulders starting to get pushed in, it felt like he was correct. He didn't have much time to think about his predicament, though, as the naga continued to push down his maw over him, eventually sliding her lips over his shoulders and getting them into his mouth. By this point, his muzzle was pushing down into her throat, and he could feel her muscles starting to actively pull him inside, gulping him down while he was powerless to do anything about it.

Even though she couldn't say anything, Syralth could still hear her voice in his panicked mind, hearing her remind him that he was her property and she could do whatever she wanted with her toys. This was not something that the slave had expected as his fate, but as he wiggled instinctively in her grasp, it seemed inevitable at this point. As his shoulders pushed their way into the naga's mouth, the coils wrapped around his body began to ripple around his form, the muscles pushing him up into that stretched maw enveloping him. Even though he couldn't see it, Syralth could imagine that the imprint of his head stretched out her throat, with his jaws stretching her neck even more.

With the muscles squeezing against him, the rubber creature was pulled in even more, feeling her tongue flick against his chest while he continued to get pushed inside. The coils squished him upwards and into the naga's mouth as his upper arms pressed against his sides while his hands wiggled about. The pressure was growing around his form the more his chest slid into the lips of the serpent. Even with his mistress swallowing him down, the sensations were intensely pleasurable. The rhythmic squeezing, the feeling of those slick walls against his rubberized body, gave him a sensation of ecstasy.

Even with the intense pleasure and being eaten, the words still stuck with Syralth were that his mistress had called him useless. A useless slave... the transformed creature found a fleeting thought that she was right to do this to him. Even though he knew it was ridiculous, he still felt bad about letting her down, even as he actively slid into her gullet. With over half of his body inside the rubber naga, he could feel his head pushing into another chamber within the latex snake, though Syralth wasn't sure what sort of anatomy the rubber succubus had.

Syralth also found that the goo flooding into his respirator had rendered breathing unnecessary, which was good considering how constrictive the snake's insides were. It was almost as tight as Sable's coils as he was pushed deeper into her body. Her insides rippled and undulated around his serpentine body as it was being pulled in, and he realized that this new form was easier for him to consume. As he wiggled his hips, he found that they were next to being consumed, and as his hands were suctioned to his body from her maw, he could feel that his maleness was still out.

The naga also seemed to find this, and as his shoulders pushed into the stomach of the serpentine creature, she managed to coil her tongue around the maleness that was pushed inside her stretched snout. With his hips being pulled in, he found his entire body tipped up into the air, feeling his long snake body wiggling about as his mistress continued toying with him. She was getting the most out of her slave before getting rid of him, though it was hard for Syralth to think straight from the blissful sensations that were coming. As his head was pushed into the sac and his upper body followed suit, some sort of liquid rubber was coating and thickening on it.

Eventually, Syralth could feel his cock slipping out of her maw, getting pulled into her throat while he could feel her maw sucking in his lower body. He found a particular tremor go through his form as he could feel when she passed over the bar code that was still on his thigh, or serpentine lower body at this point, and it almost felt like it was being scanned one last time. As she slurped him up, it pushed him to coil over himself, coating him in the liquid and causing his arms to stick together. Even when it acted like a vac-rack, he could move them around a little, though as he was covered in the tar-like substance, he found them being pressed against his body once more.

As Sable's maw slurped up the last of the snake tail of her now-former slave, she groaned as her stomach stretched out her shiny stomach. She could see various parts of his body stretching out her synthetic skin, causing her to smirk as she pushed the increasingly featureless head back into her. The more he thrashed about, the more the thick rubber inside her would coat the creature, encapsulating him as Syralth began to curl up into himself. That left the former Drakken lost in a sea of pleasure as he could feel the thick goo oozing everywhere, his mind shutting down from the increasingly euphoric sensations. At the same time, it thickened more and more on his body until the former slave completely lost his sense of self...

Epilogue:

Flanked by two of his drones, SvarOS calmly perused the various crates for a package whose contents weren't manifest in the station's system but, for the AI, most certainly known. The biodrone reached out with a hand, feeling it slide along before arriving at the unassuming crate. The biodrone kneeled to inspect the sticker. "Lot 3663..." He said to his android escort, a simulacrum of his organic form with a far more synthetic look, a gesture as useless as talking to oneself. He stepped back as his subconscious slipped a command to his mainframes, the drones springing into action as they carefully loaded the crate on a hand truck and carted it along the steel floor.

As the citizens of the station continued their work taking care of the various ships that were passing to and from, the most delicate cargoes here were carefully loaded up the destroyer's ramp. Wordlessly, the drones worked with absolute precision so the crate's contents wouldn't be disturbed, as fragile and delicate contents like it demand the most velvet of gloves. Sable had delivered, as promised earlier. He had only wondered if it would be worth it. The biodrone waved his hand in front of the lock, a series of positive beeps filling the cavernous cargo bay as the AI gazed upon the interior contents, the insides positively reflective with a yellow light, the sight of which made the eyeless Teshkava smirk. The two robotic androids dismantled the crate rapidly with their four arms to reveal its large, shiny occupant.

The floor squeaked as another brought over a makeshift crane, a large suction cup on one end that slowly lifted the large round object off the floor of the cargo bay. The biodrone assisted his robotic underlings in securing it with padded straps. Satisfactorily secured, the entourage moved to the cargo bay's airlock. Claxons and yellow warning lights filled the bay as the door was raised and secured with the sound of overbuilt machinery. Once sure of the door's security, the AI guided his entourage of biodrone and robots to the ship's lab, where they carefully set the large egg in a tube for incubation. Once the tube filled with fluid and the spehere started to float did he notice that the shiny yellow sphere was marked with a contrasting black biohazard symbol with 158 emblazed underneath.

The Teshkava smirked as he approached the tube, the rubbery fluid keeping the contents perfect as he placed his hands on the glass, leaning in and smooching it. "I'm going to assume that you had quite a good time, Syralth," The Teshkava said as he circled the egg, taking in the marvel of Sable's handiwork. "Such a masterful succubus. Hope she didn't break you too hard. I know you've wanted this for a while. May this be a lesson in cybersecurity for you, hmm? Leave your messaging and search history bare for me and I start to get ideas. Though maybe that was your intent this whole time?" The Teshkava chuckled as he stepped back, the ship's systems feeding the AI real-time information on the egg's status and an estimated hatch time of 24 hours.

"Sable just messaged me, and she already wants round two." The AI smirked, "For now? I'll let you rest." He patted the tube's exterior before the biodrone left to resume its duties. As the door opened, the biodrone looked over its shoulder, "Oh, and happy hatchday, love."