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Alright this is a commission/request from Shippo. It is part of my regular series, so thank him since I know people want more of Krystal getting raped and tormented! As you may have figured out if you read previous chapters? There will be rape in this!

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Krystal's Torment Chapter 4 The Stuff of Nightmares

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The sky blue vixen whimpered softly. Krystal, the warrior princess, had nothing to do but ponder her fate, and how she came to come by this horrible situation. She was naked, as per usual. Her fur was unkempt. Normally she was neat and tidy, and would spend an hour a day preening and tending to her fur. Especially that tail she was proud of. But now, she was lucky to have a bath once a week, and her captors only allowed that when her smell and the crusted cum in her fur became too much for the dirty lizard warriors to deal with. Her fur went in random directions, clumping, making her look like the lowest street urchin. She had not been allowed any scissors or blade to trim her fur for months now... and frankly; she hadn't the urge to keep herself classy. She hoped if she looked undesirable, maybe the constant rapings would subside a bit. They hadn't.

The vixen shivered a bit in the cabin. She had not had the luxury of clothes for some time, ever since she came to be employed' by the Sharpclaw army. She was currently bond by strong ropes, made of some leather that was all but impossible to chew or claw through. Not that it would do much good even if she could escape. She was in the General's quarters right now on his private air ship. Even if she did escape, the giant wooden flying fortress was filled with hundreds of warrior Lizardmen, and if by some miracle she managed to defeat or escape from them, she was still thousands of feet up in the air. She had no idea how to fly this ship, and without the luxury of her dragon mount, she would be trapped. All she could do is by her time.

The General had apparently just had successful campaign against another tribe of lizard folk, and had killed them off, or convinced them to join his arm. She could hear the cheers, the rough housing, the drinking and partying. Krystal got to spend the entire campaign tied to a yellow mattress that was stuffed with hay. It was uncomfortable, but it still beat sleeping in that stable she had come to know as her home. The ropes were nailed into the floor, binding to each of wrists. The ropes then wrapped around her belly, and went down to her ankles. She couldn't turn over sine there wasn't enough slack for her to move. She had to lie on her belly, with her ass pointed towards the door, so it was the first thing General Scales saw when he came in.

THUMP! The door slammed open, the general of the Lizardman army staggering in. He was a beast of a lizard folk, twice the size of any warrior in his arm. His left hand was gone, twin sharp blades jetting out from the list. They dragged across the wooden wall, leaving twin parallel gouges as he stood in the door frame. In his normal three fingered taloned hand held a flagon of strong mead. Spoils of war from the tribe he just laid waste to. He was donned in his armor, thickened leather armor with spiked spaulders on his shoulders. Leather greaves with metallic knee pads protected his legs from attackers who were smaller than him, which was pretty much anybody. Finally he had a helm with two large brown horns sticking up another two feet, to add on to his already impressive height.

Krystal turned her head to face the general. He was drunk. This could be good. Sometimes when the soldiers were too blasted, they couldn't get it up and often would end up just humping her with limp cocks and fondling her breasts till they passed out. She still lifted her tail nice and high, exposing her pussy and asshole to the leader of the lizard folk. She had a rather sullen look on her face, but she found if she submitted like this, the whole ordeal was generally over quicker.

"Oh yeah." The general took another swing of the slightly sweat alcohol, spilling just as much over his body. The amber ale rained down his chest, splattering on the wooden floor. "The indigo tribe has agreed to join my army... after a brief discussion with their previous leader." General Scales smiled as he made a swipe with his claw hand. The razor sharp blades easily sliced through a helpless weapon wrack, splitting the wooden posts neatly in three. The fragments of the poor piece of furniture clattered to floor, along with a couple of broadswords and axes that had been stored on it. More trophies than anything. The General's weapon of choice was his bladed hand.

"Mmm hmm..." Krystal sighed a bit, trying to feign a little bit of interest. But she couldn't smile. Weeks, if not month of constant rape had taken most of the fight out of her. Her privates were worn raw from the rough brutal cocks of the Lizardmen. They were horrid dicks, covered with rough scaly bumps that were almost like spikes that provide no pleasure to her. The fine white hair that covered her groin was half rubbed off, making her vagina and asshole even more exposed.

The large reptile continued to speak, slurring his words a bit as if he was a snake. "So, I figured you may want to help your general celebrate!" General Scales laughed as he got down on his knee on the cheap mattress beside Krystal. "Have a drink!"

"I don't drink..." Krystal began to choke out, before strong claws grabbed her blue hair and pulled back hard. A moment later, he pressed the clay container to her lips. The strong mead was pressed against her lips, splashing over her face and stinging her eyes before she had the sense to close them.

She shut her mouth too originally, but the General barked at here. "Open and drink it slave! You waste mead, and I'll turn you over to my men for the night!"

That was more than enough of a threat. Krystal had been used for a victory celebration for the army more than one. Hundreds of horny, dirty warrior lizards all wanting a piece of her at once... it always ended with her passing out from exhaustion, and unable to even move for days after. She swore that was how she'd die her... passed around like a dirty rag. She reluctantly opened her muzzle, the amber liquid being forced down her gullet in big gulps. A fair bit of it still slid down her ample bosom, flattening her chest fur and exposing those pink nipples of hers even more. The taste really wasn't that bad... compared to the poor fare of wood and stagnant water she normally got, the bitter-sweet flavor of the mead was quite pleasant. Already she felt a bit of warmth in her belly as the alcohol began to have an effect on her.

"Good stuff slave!" The General laughed as he empty the flask, and threw it against the wall. It shattered with a loud crash, shards of pottery flying down on to the floor to break down into even smaller pieces. He took off his helmet, throwing the horned piece of equipment down. He reached down and under his leather tunic, pulling off the simply loin cloth he wore that offered him a bid of modesty. His erect scaly cock was already hard, jetting out from his groin. The only reason he left the celebration was to use his unwilling pet. "Now we can have a proper victory prize!"

Krystal hiccupped once. General Scales had given her a lot to drink, probably more than what was safe for a vixen her size. She saw that brutal dick of his come out, well over a foot long with those horrible scales jetting out on all angles. Her ears drooped a bit, and her tail came down for a second, before she forced it back up again. As bad as being raped by the men were, the General was by far the worst. Twice the length and almost three times the girth it was like being violated by a small tree with jagged bark. Despite the multiple times she had taken it, it still filled her with pain, scratching her delicate insides. She did her only trick to sometimes avoid the rape, moving as far as the ropes allowed, and took the tip of his dick inside of her muzzle. She began to suckle nice and hard, bobbing her had as far forward her neck allowed, taking another inch of the shaft in her maw. The taste was foul, of one who spent the entire day fighting and drinking. But a bad aftertaste was worth it to save her lower half from another pounding. Sadly she couldn't bring her paws into play. They ropes were too taunt, so she had to make do with her muzzle alone.

The drunken green giant smiled, flashing his razor sharp white teeth as he was orally pleasured. "Sssss that's the way." He hissed as he scooted a little more forward on his knees. The vixen had certainly gotten better at sucking cock. She always went to suck the Lizardmen first and had become quite good. She was known for getting some of the younger warriors off in under a minute thanks to her talented tongue working in conjugation with her strong paws... Of course, the general knew why. He was far smarter than most anyone in his employ. But he didn't care right now. Frankly he was too lazy to move around to Krystal's backside. And just because she was sucking him off to try and avoid having it stuck in her cunt, didn't mean the General didn't enjoy the mammal's mouth.

Krystal continued to bob her head, sucking for all she was worth. The General scooted a little bit closer, allowing her to get more of the shaft in her long pointed muzzle. The tip of the cock touched the back of her throat, almost making her gag but she forced herself not to. Normally she would try massaging the base of the shaft, but currently was unable to. She could deep throat the smaller cocks now, thanks to her constant practice. But the general was far too big for her to swallow... or so she thought.

General Scales was getting closer and closer to his own orgasm now, pumping his powerful body forward. Krystal would move her head back in time though, keeping the penis from going down her throat. Her head was swimming a bit now, as the mead worked its way through her system. Everything felt nice and warm, her vision blurring a little. Though all she saw was The General's light green groin coming forward and then moving backwards. She felt his strong hands grab the side of her head, bunching up her disheveled hair in two large mittfuls. The vixen continued to suckle though, despite the slight pain of having her head pulled. Then, he pulled her forward hard. Her eyes went wide in surprise as that huge cock went deeper into her mouth, shoving right down her throat. The panicking sensation of not being able to breath filled her, along with the pain and discomfort of the scales scratching the inside of her throat. She instinctively tried to pull her hands up, to push the male away. But of course, to no avail. She began to thrash like a fish out of water, trying to dislodge the intruder from her maw so she could get at the sweet air.

The reptile warrior simply groaned. Scales wasn't quite in his right now, the booze hitting him hard to. He normally had to hold back with the mammal. She was soft, and pleasurable to use for his lust. But she still hadn't the strong hide of one of their female mates. General Scales had to restrain himself with his own kind... or else risk breaking them or worse. But right now he only cared about his pleasure. "Ssss yes mammal... choke on the cock!" He groaned, feeling the vixen's throat spasming around his rough hued cock.

Krystal gurgled a bit, blackness creeping around the edge of her vision. She tried to breath, but was only met with some precum that was shooting out the dick hole. Her struggles began to grow weaker, eyes rolling up in the back of her head. She couldn't focus, couldn't think... oblivion starting to welcome her...

"YES!" The General's cock exploded. Cum came out like a geyser, down the half dead vixen's throat. He humped a few more times, but a bit too enthusiastically. The head of his prick came out, spewing the rest of the jizz over Krystal's face and into her hair. He continued to thrust forward, trying to enter her mouth again, but the fox was coughing too hard. White gooey sperm came out of her muzzle as she gasped desperately in huge gulps. One cum bubble formed on her right nostril, popping after a moment as her wheezing slowed down. Everything was spinning now. The lack of oxygen, the alcohol coursing through her veins. Her throat ached painfully, having been rubbed raw by the brutal cock. She barely knew where she was now... and she didn't know where the general was now.

Scales had enjoyed the mouth fuck, almost choking her to death there. She wouldn't have been the first by any means to die pleasuring him. He had watched the mammal choke for a bit... and realized he was still aroused. He moved behind the girl, yanking up her tail roughly. She hardly noticed she was so out of it. "Think I need a bit more from you mammal." General scales laughed as he began to push his saliva soaked cock into her vagina, pushing nice and hard.

The warrior vixen whimpered at the intruder, but she hardly felt it. She coughed a bit more, a little more saliva/sperm mix dribbling on to her chin. It sort of surprised her. Even in addled state, she figured it should have hurt more. But the pain was just a dull, far away sensation. She felt the general's claws dig into her slender hips, the cock slide deep into the folds of her pussy. But it was so distant right now... she realized she must have been quite inebriated. Dangerously so. She tried to focus her thoughts, but the room kept spinning slowly to the right, making the blue fox's head swim.

General scales plowed into Krystal's tight snatch again and again. Despite being fucked constantly by himself and a good portion of his arm, she was still like a vacuum on his dick. He was slamming merrily along, brutal dick slamming in and out hard. It was only after five minutes of pounding that furry pussy he realized, she was not struggling or screaming in pain. There were a few little whimpers when he stuck himself all the way in... But not much more. "No crying? You starting to like being raped mammal?" The General shouted cruelly as he slammed in again and again.

"Nooo..." The fox managed to whimper out, drooling a bit on the pillow. The pain seemed so distant now... she had never drank before. Heard how alcohol dulled a warrior's sense, or how one could even become dependent on it. But it seemed like such a blessed escape now. The horrible general seemed so far away. She was aware he was plowing into her well used cunt, pre shooting up into her womb. He was getting close now, she could sense even in her haze.

Scales the General groaned hard now as he fucked the limp piece of mammal flesh. He was a bit disappointed. Half the fun in fucking the sky colored slave was how she always struggled, always cried or screamed when he fucked her. Now? It really seemed like he was just using his own clawed hand... the natural one. "Bah... I like it when you scream... let's try here!" He pulled his slimy dick out of the abused pussy, and moved it up one hole.

"Yessshhh?" Krystal slurred out, drooling heavily on the pillow. She let out a loud yelp as the cock was shoved cruelly in her asshole. The rough dick shoved in deeply, straightening her rectum and going in way too deep to be comfortable. But even the harsh intruder in her bowels was far more tolerable. She had only been raped by the general in that back door a few times... mainly because when he analed her... it took her too long to recover. Even more so than when the army gang banged her. Last time the general slammed in all the way to his groin, and damn near killed the poor vixen. It was two weeks before she could move... and even then she was forced to suck off reptile cock after cock even as she lay torn on a laughable hospital bed.

General Scales continued to piston his hips back and forth. He wasn't caring about the vixen any more. He wanted to feel her squirm, here her scream. "Come on mammal!" He growled as he shoved himself deep, tearing the vixen's ass. It simply couldn't handle the brutal assault from the powerful lizard warrior.

Krystal was too drunk. Her body was unable to handle the influx of alcohol. "Gahhh... stop..." She tried to say something, but words were impossible. She knew something was wrong, knew she was probably dying. From alcohol poisoning, from months of neglect, from the brutal rape. And part of her didn't care. But still, she was a warrior at heart. Even though she spent the last several months being used in inconceivable ways... she would not allow herself to die such an undignified death. She willed herself to keep going... stay awake...

General Scales reached down and grabbed another bunch of her blue hair, yanking her head back. Krystal felt another wave of vertigo, the room doing a complete 360. "Come on you little mate! Let me hear you scream!" He shouted, the entire room shaking from his powerful lungs. Nothing. Just some more drool and a little moan from the vixen. General Scales rode her harder, splitting her wider. He started to cum a second time, filling up her asshole with a second helping of seed. "Scream!" He shouted as he continued to plow as he came, wanting some sort of reaction from the girl. "SCREAM!" SCREAM!

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"NO NO NO NO!!" Krystal jolted upright in her bed, screaming at the top of her lungs. She screeched a few more times, before somebody placed her arms around her neck, hugging her tightly. The warm arms rocked her back and forth a few times, calming her down as if she was a baby.

"There there... the sedatives Hebi use can cause nightmates... just calm down..."

The warrior vixen blinked a few times, trying to regain herself. "Where am I?" But even as she asked, she began to piece it together as the sleep faded from her mind began to rearrange what had happened before. Hebi, the two dick snaked man with the mechanical arms had raped her, and lead her out to that brothel. She tried to escape... broke one off one of the snake's arms clean of and then broke his jaw with it. She tried to fight her way to the exit... but some burly guard, a large striped tiger of some sorts brought her done along with a half dozen others... she remembers kicking, biting, clawing... something was jammed into her naked breast... she couldn't keep her eyes open... "Uhhh... my head..." A wave of nausea hit her, but she fought it down.

"You did pretty well." Krystal turned around, into the eyes of a grey mouse. She had soft hands and a petite figure. And her eyes were solid white. The white vixen realized that her comforter was blind. "You broke Hebi's jaw, and took out two of our keepers before the subdued you."

Krystal took some small satisfaction at that. She took a moment to relive the memory in her mind. "That felt good... I hope that son of a carrion eater can't eat solids for a while."

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Meanwhile...

Hebi was in a bed, being checked over by the medic. His left arm let out a series of sparks, having been ripped clean off from his exoskeleton. His jaw was being wired into place, his left fang completely gone now. The blue vixen had forced its removal when she broke his robotic arm over his face. Even through a drug haze, the snake hissed in anger. Unable to speak, he merely thought That bitch vixen shall pay for this... She will miss the General when I am done with her!

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She looked down at herself. She was wearing a thin white slip. The first clothes she had worn in month. Even her fur looked like it had been cleaned, brushed, and trimmed. She felt a little more alive now. "I would have escaped had I not been drugged from whatever that accused snake gave me earlier."

"I imagine you would have." The petite rodent smiled softly. "Are you feeling better?" She asked. Her voice was very soft, like a murmur in the wind. "Hebi has some strong fighters, and it took all of them to take you down."

"Yes... I was reliving a... painful memory." Krystal admitted. That one time with the general had almost killed her. She was out for two whole days, unable to even eat for a week. Their witch doctor had to grind up food for her. It nearly broke her.... But she still had some fight left in her it seemed. "Oh, sorry. My name is Krystal." She offered her paw to the mouse girl to shake... then realized how stupid that was to do to someone who couldn't see.

The mouse smiled, flashing perfectly white buck teeth. "My name is Whisper." She was very beautiful Krystal had to admit. Her fur was flawless, and her solid white eyes were oddly alluring. She was wearing lingerie, a black lacy bra and panty combo that offered little modesty. It fit her body perfectly, hugging her shape like a second skin. Krystal could see just the faintest outline of her perky nipple under the silky ebony fabric. "It is nice to meet you." She gave a little sitting bow in Krystal general direction.

Krystal smiled back. Seeing a friendly face did wonders for her. "Am I in trouble for trying to escape?" She asked as she sat on the bed with her back against the wall, still a bit drowsy. The drugs were still in her system, having not quite worked their way out yet.

"Oh most likely." Whisper reached out, and ran her fingers over Krystal's left shoulder softly. "But the guards are in just as much trouble for letting it get out of hand. It is rather bad for business when their workers such as us try and escape in front of all the customers. Even more so when it takes half a dozen bouncers to bring you down."

Krystal actually blushed at the compliment. She can't remember the last time she had a pleasant conversation. The Lizardmen generally weren't the best conversationalists. Even general scales, the smartest of the lot, barely could string along a conversation that wasn't more than giving her order where to suck and lick. "I should have bided my time. Security here is a lot more lax in the last place I was a guest of."

Whisper sighed softly as she took Krystal's paw softly in her own. "There is a reason for that." She stood up, guiding Krystal off the bed.

"Where are we going?" The vixen asked as she got to her feet. She stumbled a bit, placing her hands on Whisper's shoulders to steady herself. She could feel her legs starting to strength though. Hopefully she would be back to her old self in a day or two.

The smoke coloured mouse didn't say anything, walking to a window she just happened to know was there from memory. She pointed to it with a finger, a little off her target. "See for yourself."

Krystal gazed out of the window into... nothingness. All she could see was the night sky peppered with an untold number of stars. There was no land. No sea. No trees or animals or anything but the endless night sky. "Where... where are we?" She felt her legs grow weak once more, her mind unable to comprehend this place. She had spent her whole life on the dinosaur planet... she had never seen anything like this.

"We are in space..." Whisper caught the vixen before she could fall. "Far away from your home world." She wrapped her arms slowly around Krystal, the slender arms pulling her into a hug. "There are many worlds like yours, same but different. We are between them, in the stars."

Krystal had to breathe in and out slowly to keep from passing out. This was far beyond anything she had ever dealt with before. After five minutes of regaining her composure, she finally asked a question. "We somehow got to this place... a ship of sorts?"

The grey rodent nodded once. "Yes... they are called space ships. They travel between words like boats on a river."

Krystal flashed her fangs once to no one but herself, seeing the dim reflection of her furry form in the window to the outside blackness. "Then that means there is a way off. And as the elder gods as my witness, I shall escape this place!"

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I know! Over a YEAR after the last chapter. I guess I have been obsessed with digimon porn. But Shippo helped to get this next chapter off the ground by commission. I hope you like Whisper, the mouse girl slave. Anyway! If you want the next chapter, a donation will make it come up faster. Or shamelessly begging. Contact me at [email protected] on MSN messenger, mrredrover on AIM, or [email protected] on yahoo. I enjoy comments and chatting.