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Bound by Chains and Scales

Since time immemorial, the many tribes of humanity knew that we were not alone.

When the Great Frost began to fade and the warmth of the sun grew, we spread across the four corners of the world, no longer encumbered by the temperament of the cold. With the snow and ice no longer concealing them, we found great stone buildings.

Some were mere shelters while others dwarfed us in size. The stone they were made from seemed not of this Earth, it had almost looked like someone had turned stone into water and then froze it like ice. No human hands could have crafted this, the few humans who had abandoned nomadic life at this point were not capable of building such a permanent settlement.

My people settled in one such place. It was located by the banks of the Deer River, named so for the abundant game, which allowed for us to quickly trade downriver with neighboring tribes, such as the Fox and the Fish Tribes. The river also flooded regularly during the early Spring and helped turn the otherwise dry soil into fertile land for our crops.

Our suspicions about this not being a village created by humans was confirmed when a new field was plowed and we discovered a hidden chamber made of stone buried under the dirt.

After a few days of picking away at the stone, we uncovered a tomb that contained three skeletons. The bodies were wrapped in colorful, dyed furs that had decayed over the years and as we carefully tore them away we were surprised to find that they were not human. Their faces were elongated, their hands had only three fingers and a thumb, both of which ended with claws; and long, thick bones stuck out of their rear: a tail.

We re-buried them and marked the area as being sacred. Every year we would bring offerings to the lizardfolk who were buried there to thank them for building us our homes. Our myths and stories began to change to revolve around them, even our gods changed to have more reptilian forms, to reflect our gratitude to our benefactors.

One such myth was common: the tale of their destruction. The sages and the shamans of the tribes believed that the reptiles were frozen in the Great Frost as punishment for some terrible crime. Humanity was born from the cold and we grew to thrive in it, while the reptiles grew fewer in numbers, unable to withstand the cold.

Whatever their crime was, it did not stop us from revering them, even worshiping them.

We were fools.

The first sign of trouble was when the Fox Tribe failed to stop by in the Spring, which was the warmest Spring I could ever recall, to trade pelts as they usually did. This concerned us, but we figured they were running into trouble and we were prospering, so it was only polite for us to send an expedition out by raft with dried meat and hides to trade or offer help.

When the expedition did not return, that was when we started to panic.

The fishermen were afraid to fish for fear of getting swallowed up by the vengeful River Snake, the hunters grew paranoid that the expedition was devoured by a massive pack of wolves, and the shamans performed frequent and increasingly panicked sacrifices to our gods.

We were not prepared.

The village did not even have time to sound the alarm when it happened. So unaware was I, that I was still fast asleep during the whole time and only awoken when a cold, scaly claw wrapped itself around my mouth.

My eyes opened wide and one of our benefactors was there, flickering orange in the light of a torch he held to his side. Strange, dull metal was worn across his snout and I could only catch a glimpse of his scales between a thin slot for his eyes to peer out from. His pupils were thin and narrow, like a cat's.

I tried the thrash but I felt another creature hold me down and crawl atop me from the shadows. Leather straps were tied around my wrists and I was dragged from my bedroll, taken out from the ancient, stone shelter my family had claimed and into the night.

All around me was chaos. Torches flickered in the night like fireflies, ropes creaked and people screamed. I couldn't tell how many of them there were, terrorizing our village, except for the one holding a lead attached to my wrist straps and the one leading me towards a large shadow standing in the town square.

One of the lizards gave off a series of hisses, he was speaking whatever language they had, I supposed. Shortly after, the large shadow came into view.

He was huge, larger than any human I'd ever seen, standing two heads taller than me. Bright, brown scales decorated his thickly muscled arms and legs. A sheet of metal armor was slapped to his chest and he held metal head-gear in his arm, similar to the one my captor was wearing but much larger. His face had a tall, long muzzle that hid a row of sharp fangs when he smiled.

I suddenly realized that if he had so wished, he was large enough to bite my head off with one snap of those teeth and started to struggle but my captors grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me onto the ground before this hulking lizard, who stared down at me with tiny, yellow eyes.

“This ones too pretty for the mines," he suddenly announced in the same tongue as my tribe.

“What!?" I exclaimed with surprise.

“Good, you can understand me," he peered over to the other lizards and hissed something.

“You are now a slave of the Saurian Empire, do you know what that means?"

“N-no," I replied. I was not dense about the subject of slavery, I knew of tribes that practiced slavery even though my tribe did not. It was everything else that confused me.

“We have been in hiding for a long time, waiting for the Great Frost to come to an end and when it did..." he paused and grabbed at my chin, digging his claws into my flesh as he forced me to look up at him. I had never felt so small before in my life, “...we found such weak little creatures had stolen our homes, the ones our ancestors had built. We did not hoard wood, charcoal, and food into our survival caverns so that we could be usurped as rightful rulers of this planet."

“There's plenty of land for us both!" I felt tears welling up in my eyes. “Our people revere your ancestors, worship them even! We can..."

I stopped myself, realizing the folly of what I was saying. Not only did this make me look like I was kowtowing to his species superiority but…

“So, the human admits they knew of our ancestors and you stole our homes regardless!" the Saurian's large nostrils blasted me with hot air. He turned around, slapping me to the ground with his thick tail. “But we Saurians are merciful and more than willing to let your kind pay off your debt. We'll feed you and shelter you, and in return you can work for us."

“We didn't know! We don't deserve this, to be enslaved!"

“You're right, you deserve far worse," he sneered down at me as he grabbed at my throat and began choking me. “You deserve to be cast out into the wilderness, forced to live in a rotting cavern and never sleep a minute at night for fear of us finding you."

My head was growing faint and I tried to breathe but the Saurian's grip was too powerful.

“You should be grateful that we're allowing you to live and serve us," he said as he shoved me to the ground and I began gasping for air. “You especially, Schal."

“Schal?" I managed to get to my knees despite my hands being bound still.

“That's your name."

“No, it's-"

The Saurian slapped the back of his hand across my cheek and I was on the ground once more, reeling from the burning pain.

“Your name is Schal and once again, you should be grateful for what I'm offering you," he took off one of his metal boots, revealing a foot with razor-sharp claws on the toes, and planted it on my back. His claws pierced my skin and I could feel blood begin to run down my skin. “Most of your males, we're sending to the mines or the forests to spend the rest of their days mining ore or chopping down trees. You, however..."

His claws raked down my back before releasing me from their weight. I heard metal clatter onto the ground and I spun around.

The Saurian's armor and trousers were removed. Physically, there was no denying that he was superior to any human's strength, his chest was finely toned with ripping muscles, just as his arms and legs were. But I found my eyes staring lower, at the area between his legs.

A pale penis was sticking out of a cloaca, resting in the Saurian's palm. It was already fully erect.

“So, how about it, Schal? You can pick hard labor if you wish, but I suggest the alternative," he stepped closer, stroking his cock, “you'll be my personal slave. You'll cook my meals, keep my fireplaces stoked, and you'll help keep me warm at night."

He knelt down and cupped his free palm across my cheek, staring down at me with those indifferent eyes of his. His scales were cold to the touch, forcing me to shiver.

“Your skin is so soft," he whispered, “I've never met a human as pretty as you. If you keep me happy, I'll make sure you're well-taken care of. All the comforts you could ever want and all you would have to do is obey."

Before I could answer, a leather strap was wrapped around my throat and tightened. At first I thought I was being choked again and I struggled to breathe when I heard a sharp click just below my chin. I couldn't see very well, but it looked like something metal was hanging from the collar, something that might have been holding it shut.

“I already knew your answer before I even asked," he sneered. His rough scales scraped against my skin as he rubbed his snout against my cheek. “There's no shame in admitting weakness to your superiors, human. The strong take care of the weak, so long as the weak show their proper gratitude."

What was there to gain from resisting? Death or hard labor? Was it so wrong to pick the promise of a shameful comfort?

I wish I could say that I submitted because I knew that I could get more information on the Saurians and subvert them. Perhaps even find a way to rally their captives and revolt against them.

But that would have been a lie. I was just a scared young farmer from a small tribe who honestly thought these creatures were invincible with their powerful metal armor and weapons that our arrows and spears could not pierce. Even without those equipment, I was intimidated by the raw physical power of them and knew no human could ever hope to reach that level.

I submitted because I was afraid and I was convinced that the strong had every right to do with the weak as they pleased. I chose to believe everything my new Master said and I gave up.

My Saurian Master's thick tongue ran against my cheek, coating it in saliva. My skin flushed with shame as I realized what was going to happen next.

“Get on your back, Schal."

It was my Master's right to do this. This was what I told myself as I awkwardly fell onto my rear and then slowly slid onto my back, my Master and his friends laughing at the silly human the whole while and not offering to help in the slightest. I was just a stupid, weak human and being used as a Saurian's concubine was better than I could ever hope for.

My back burned from the cuts I received earlier and without even being asked, I lifted my rear like a she-wolf in heat and closed my eyes as tears escaped my eyelids.

“Ha! I expected a bit more resistance than that!" my Master laughed and knelt down, grabbing my shoulders. “Such a good slave! I bet you've been wanting this for a long time, haven't you, Schal?"

“Yes, Master!" I exclaimed with a smile. This wasn't true, I never dreamed of this, not in a million years. I wanted to be a farmer, get married and have kids in this peaceful land we found. I had always loved the reptilian benefactors we worshiped and never once imagined they meant us harm.

But perhaps this was one way of serving them in return for their blessings. I didn't really believe that, but it helped me cope.

His heavy weight leaned up against my rear and I gulped. He was so large, there was no way it could fit!

“Silly little mammal," he cooed and scratched me behind the ear like a dog, “don't you feel safer now? Aren't you the luckiest little slave?"

“Yes, Master!" I sobbed. “I'm the luckiest slave there is."

“I'll show you such pleasure..."

His cock slowly started to press up against my butt and my natural instinct was to push it out. At first, he laughed at this involuntary bit of resistance and began pressing it in again; but when it was pushed out a second time, he hissed.

“If you don't obey, I'll have you whipped!" he bared his teeth inches away from my face as saliva dripped from his powerful jaws onto my skin. His claws dug into my shoulders. “And I'll make sure to leave marks so that you remember the sting of the lash!"

I wanted to let him in in! Well, of course, I didn't want to let him in, but I had made my choice to surrender and I wanted to do good by the terms of the surrender.

“I'm sorry, Master, I don't know what's..." I winced, thinking of the pain he had in mind for me, “...I've never done this before!"

“Relax," he whispered, stroking my hair, “just breathe in and then out. It'll make it easier. Just relax."

It wasn't that easy. How could I relax at a time like this?

Still, once again I was a coward and wanted to avoid greater pain, so I obeyed.

The tip of his cock pressed up against my hole, forcing its way in just a bit and I inhaled deeply. My anus ached as I felt it creep its way in.

“Good slave," the Saurian whispered and adjusted his hips, “now exhale..."

I breathed out and without warning, my Master thrust sharply. My exhaling turned into a scream of pain as the air was forced out of me and I dig my fingernails into the dirt, trying to divert the pain somehow.

“So fucking tight!" the Saurian grunted as he continued to force his way in and despair started to wash over me when I realized he still had a ways to go. It felt like his cock was all the way in my stomach. “This is why I love humans! Come on, do it again, slave!"

Between clenched teeth I breathed in, more staggered than before thanks to the throbbing pain within me. When I exhaled, the Saurian pushed once more and I felt something within me scream. There was pain, but also an intense pleasure, almost like I was having my cock stroked and I looked down to find it unattended to but also growing hard.

I was enjoying this. He was right, I told myself, if I was enjoying this, then perhaps it was only natural that I, humanity serve them.

“Feels good, doesn't it?" he grunted.

“Yes, Master," I gasped as his scaled thighs ground up against my skin. I could feel the tip of his cock tease whatever lurked inside me that created such pleasure, building up arousal even more until it was too much to handle.

“P-please, ah…!" I gasped as he pushed his entire weight up against me, his rock-hard chest hovering above my face. I dared to lean my head up and nuzzle at the rough scales, in that moment I felt oddly safe, protected by my powerful Master. “I-it hurts..."

“You'll grow to love it," he wrapped his jaws around my neck and shoulder area, those massive fangs gently poking against my flesh. A strange sense of danger, yet safety arose. My Master could easily have killed me then but he didn't and it was doing strange things to me, especially when I felt the tip of my now-hard cock stroke against the cold scales of his stomach.

My Master pulled his cock back and for a moment, I thought this torture of pleasure was over, that Master had gotten a taste of me and was done for the night. I was proven wrong in an instant when his thick cock pounded me sharply, winding me with surprise.

Hot breath of the side of his nostril brushed against my face as his breathing intensified with his thrusts. I was fully his captive, bound to him by his cock stuck in my rear, his claws on my flesh and his jaws around my neck.

I had no choice but to submit. Is there any shame in that?

But I suppose there was shame in enjoying it.

“Master! Oh gods!" I screamed. I could see my cock bumping up against his stomach and it was greater than any masturbation I had ever done before. The exotic sensation of his scales mixed with that pleasurable spot deep within me was doing wonders.

Abruptly, my cock spasmed and hot cum spurted forth onto my Master's scaled belly. When the pleasure of ejaculation began to subside, the shame returned. I was so weak that I came first when taken by this monster. This helped reinforce the fact that I deserved to be a slave.

This event didn't go unnoticed by my Master, who released his jaws from my neck and slowed down his thrusts so that he could wipe some of my goo from his scales and sniffed it, “Looks like someone's enjoying this! Usually a human has to be broken in before they become this eager!"

That's how weak I was. I was broken without a fight. I was still afraid, not only of my Master's strength but also of the pleasure I was still feeling.

Master wiped my semen onto my face and then licked it off with his large tongue.

“You're my finest prize, Schal," he grabbed me by the shoulders and began shoving me forward onto his cock. I felt more helpless than ever and the pleasure from the thrusts grew more powerful and consistent than ever, “you're going to be mine, forever."

My Master roared so loud it felt like the ground shook and his thrusts grew more rapid. His cock was starting to shudder and I knew that this would soon be over. My transformation into a bitch for the Saurians would be complete.

The Saurian suddenly pulled out and aimed his cock at my face, stroking it with his palms.

“Open up!" he hissed.

I complied, opening my mouth and closing my eyes, waiting for the inevitable.

An overwhelming taste of salt hit my tongue as goo filled my mouth. Warmth spread across my face as well when several ropes missed the target and began running down my cheeks and forehead.

Master collapsed forward, pinning me down as he gasped for air. My mouth was still full of his semen and I didn't know what he wanted me to do with it. Afraid to spit it out for fear of offending him, I swallowed, gagging on it as I did and I spent a minute struggling to keep it down.

I could see the two other Saurians watching us, their claws reaching down and stroking the other's nether regions. I felt somehow proud, if that makes sense, that we had put on such a good show that it had inspired such a reaction.

It was better to be proud than to hate myself. I had already lost, I had to find something to be happy about.

I moved my hands and realized that the leather straps around my wrists had snapped at some point during the act. I couldn't beat him in a fight, but I could have used what strength I had left and gouged those tiny eyes of his, spend my last minutes on this Earth avenging my shame.

But I chose the easy path of defeat once again.

I wrapped my arms around his torso and hugged him tight. I felt his arms dig underneath my back and return the hug. His body was cold, so cold, but I could feel it warming up with my touch.

I surrendered for good.

It was morning. I looked out the square window that was covered up with a strange, clear substance my Master called glass. It was still dark out, it was time for my work to begin.

I rolled off of the bed, which had a mattress filled with goose down and it felt like sleeping on air itself.

I was getting used to the comforts, which still shamed me, but not enough to want to turn back time.

First starting with my Master's bedroom, I began lighting the numerous fireplaces around the stone manor, most having flickered down to embers in the night. The Saurians needed external sources of heat to function properly and I was told that not tending to my Master's fireplaces and keeping them running was the worst offense a slave could do.

Once the fireplaces were lit, I began preparing breakfast using the clay oven in the kitchen. While the beef was roasting, I took another look out the window, at the massive stone city that seemed to stretch on forever, smoke billowing out from all the numerous Saurian homes. Even though they were the same types of homes that we had taken from them, much like back at my village, there was something different about them now that their rightful owners had returned.

They built them and they could continue to build more, having kept all their secrets recorded in their hibernation. Humanity could not hope to compete. The Saurians would rule this planet for all eternity.

But at least we were spared and treated well.

That was what I told myself, to spare myself of the thoughts of how many of my species were toiling in the mines or the forests until they dropped dead; or to wash away the fact that I was serving someone who had taken me by force, hurt me and most painful of all, made me feel good about it.

But I had already accepted my place. My Master is rough but also makes me feel good and the comforts of his home were in their own way a chain around my neck.

Breakfast was ready. I served it on a wooden trencher and returned to my Master's bed, diving under the covers. His strong arms snatched me in their grip and he held me firmly against his chest.

His snout brushed up against my head and his tongue hung out, licking against my face.

“Good morning, Schal."

“Good morning, Master."