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Zasz's body was ravaged by the guards swarming her small frame. Countless hands grabbed and groped at her while just as many cocks felt her insides and prodded at her body. The male grabbing the back of her head continued to thrust in and out in her mouth. Her hands were free then, and were being put to use supplying hand-jobs to impatient guards, forcefully. Both her pussy and her tail-hole were being used repeatedly, as well as the man sitting on her chest and rubbing his member between her breasts.

This had been going on for hours. She hadn't opened her continuously crying eyes in a long time, and wasn't even sure what room she was in as she was passed through the crowd like a common object. Her whole body was already covered in cum, sweat, and tears, and more was constantly accumulating. They grabbed and twisted her flexible body, making sure she was under constant use. The canine having sex with her breasts came, spattering her face with cum. The one Zasz was orally servicing came as well, filling her mouth with even more.

He pulled out of her mouth and she coughed up some of the semen, and let out a horrid mixture between a scream and a moan, crying uncontrollably. Another man quickly shoved his dick in her face, and she hesitantly opened her mouth to allow him access. Her chest caught even more seed when the dragon she was giving a hand-job to came. She squirmed and cried continuously, and her already occupied cunt found a second dick sliding into it. She had yet another orgasm, and her body was on fire with pleasure while her mind was burning with agony. More hours passed, and the seemingly endless gauntlet of males continued to use her.

It had to have been the main guard quarters, and some of them had to be taking more than one turn with her, she realized. Near the end of the day, or perhaps the beginning of it, the stream slowed down, but it never stopped. The only time she was allowed to eat was during this time, where she was forced to choke down a capsule containing the proper nutrients and birth control. She wasn't normally allowed to sleep, save for brief moments she spent in beds sandwiched between two, or even more guards.

Two days turned very quickly into four. She felt her mind slipping, retreating into itself. "This can't be real..." She thought, choking down yet another male's splooge. "This isn't me... This can't be me... I-I'm a guy... I should be with Illia..." But her denial quickly faded, and the harsh reality of her situation hit home once again. By the end of the week she could do nothing but scream and cry.

She felt herself breaking. Her days passed with fluctuating levels of frenzied orgies, personal pleasuring of smaller groups of males, and even short moments of loving cuddles with them, which she was very fond of. Constant jibes of "whore", "slut", and "bitch" took their toll on her sanity. Her mind regressed more and more as time wore on. She no longer struggled against her assailants, rather, she just resigned herself to her fate. The weeks added up to three before she came across a well-deserved rest. It was that day Professor Khrast unexpectedly showed up. The guards, forced to abandon their toy, just left her on the floor in one of the locker rooms.

"Hello, Zasz." Khrast cooed, walking into the tiled room, her high-heels clacking against the floor. Zasz, covered in copious amounts of cum and her own fluids, only weakly whined in response. The hyena kneeled down and kissed the exhausted snake on the lips, a thin strand of cum linking them together afterwards. "How's my little whore been doing?" A moment passed before Zasz burst into tears. Khrast let out a falsely sympathetic "Aww..." Before helping the girl into a sitting position and offering her a comforting hug. Despite being the origins of all her misery, Zasz hugged her tightly, happy to have someone, anyone there. "Don't worry, Zasz. You just have to spend three more months here, and you'll be all done. I bet you'll even learn to like it."

"No, please..." Zasz choked in an almost child-like voice. It was the first thing she had said in weeks.

"I'll tell you what, sweetie, you can have the weekend for a break. No orgies, just a weekend with a single officer." Khrast said, comfortingly. Zasz looked up, tears streaming down her eyes, somewhat calmed. Khrast smiled at her, "He's a blue dragon officer who's returning from the battlefront against the barbarian clans. You're kind of a 'reward' from Arkania labs for him. Understand, Zasz?"

Zasz nodded quickly, and hugged the hyena scientist even tighter. She kept crying, this time out of bliss rather than fear. She'd do anything to escape her current hell. Another guard walked up behind her and Khrast stepped away as he scooped her broken body from the ground. Her heavy, sleep-deprived eyelids began drooping down and soon she was lost in the folds of sleep. She woke for a moment, suddenly aware she was in a warm tub of water. Her eyes rolled back in her head as her sore muscles were soothed by the water, and soon she was asleep yet again.

She woke groggily and yawned. She looked around with her tired eyes and saw she was on a big, comfy bed. The room was filled with furniture and tribal nick-knacks, as well as a few medieval weapons of war. But the fireplace and the lamps above lit the room nicely. She looked down to see that she was wearing clothes for the first time since being sold to the labs. She was wearing a transparent night-gown, and sexy lingerie underwear beneath that. The silky clothes felt wonderful against her scales.

She squirmed a bit, rubbing herself against the comfortable bedding when she heard a voice from the doorway. It was deep and gravely, but at the same time tender. "I see you're awake, Zasz." She stopped and looked up, wrapping her arms around herself instinctively. The blue dragon was standing in the doorway, adorned in his black and gold officer's uniform complete with the red, cloak-like cape. It was a fancy uniform used by the "civilized" society's army to mark honor. His face was worn and battle-scarred, and the rhinoceros-like horns on his tooth-filled snout were chipped. His long, fin-like ears had many earrings and his teeth showed past his lips in several places, but his overall demeanor was fairly kindly.

"I'm sorry..." She said, habitually.

"What ever for?" He asked. She blushed, not knowing how to respond. "I'm Raynor, by the way. I'm not here to hurt you either, my dear. Is there anything you need?"

Zasz's hands felt her empty belly, which was growling at her when she thought of food. "No..." She lied. Raynor only smiled.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" He observed. She blushed again, unused to such kindness and so suddenly. She nodded hesitantly in response to his stare. "Well I'm sure you're quite tired of those horrible capsules that they've been cramming down your gullet. Worse than our army's rations, I hear. So I've gone ahead and ordered food for two, Zasz."

Zasz was on her feet before she knew it, inciting a laugh from the dragon officer. "It's not going anywhere, but you must be hungry. Come, we'll talk over dinner."

"Alright!" She said, excitedly. He led her to another room in his temporary home in Arkania labs. It was like a hotel room for important visitors. A small table was set with an impressive meal, mostly comprising out of various meat products, given the owner's carnivorous appetite. He pulled Zasz's chair out for her, and then sat down himself once she was situated. She eyed the spread, waiting for permission.

"You can go ahead and eat to your hearts delight." He said, gesturing. Her eyes watered as she thanked him and gave the biggest smile she'd given all her life. It was only moments later when her plate was stocked and her mouth was busy devouring her first edible meal in many years. He loaded his own plate before beginning conversation. "I just got back from the warfront in the eastern forest. Beautiful landscape."

"Really?" She asked with her mouth full. She swallowed before continuing, "I've been there. The villages there are very protective of it though... I figure that's why you were fighting over there..."

"Unfortunately yes. We've been fighting there for over five months. They're a brave lot. I was captured during that time, actually."

"You were? What happened?"

"A band of 'barbarians' attacked my troop from behind and I was rendered unconscious. I woke up in a cell later, marked as a prisoner." Zasz looked down, remembering her own village. "Those people weren't nearly as horrible to their captives as we are..." He said, sorrowfully. "My guards consisted of three brothers and their family. They fed me well, and even shared their culture with me. As you can see..." He pointed to all of the tribal possessions in his room, "I took quite an interest in them."

Zasz looked at all the memorabilia. None of it was from her own lands, but it still made her pine for her old home. "Barbarians..." He said dismally, "They've got quite a bit of sense and knowledge to be called barbarians. And more compassion that our own lands seem to be capable of. Sure, they're not perfect, but all of this for a power-grab... You know, I got this award for escaping my confinement and returning. It's a hollow one at best. I escaped, yes, but not from the hell they think I did."

Raynor suddenly seized Zasz's arm, inciting a gasp of fright form her. He ran his claw up her arm, looking at her tattoos. "They branded me as a slave while I was there too. They had me working their fields, yet they still housed, fed, and taught me well." He lifted his sleeve, revealing the burn scars that formed a symbol of property in their clan. Zasz looked into his eyes, seeing a large amount of regret in them. "Yours are no different. The one on your back we put on you to identify your clan. The one on your arms identify you as a warrior."

Zasz looked down, her eyes welling with tears. "It's a funny thing..." He continued, "that many of the clans now put these tattoos on themselves as a mark of honor. See? They've twisted our own humiliating system into a mark of honor. They really are people worthy or respect..." He put his hand on Zasz's.

"Why are you saying all of this?" She asked.

"I know you were once a soldier like me." He responded. "And look at what we did to you. How can we be the 'civilized' ones? They say that you can tell the value of a society based on how they treat our enemies. War has taught this to me. I've seen both sides of this world's fence. All I can say is that it's pointless to keep taking so much from our 'uncivilized' neighbors..." He heaved a heavy sigh. "Tell me, Zasz... what clan do you come from? Who did you fight for?"

Zasz hesitated. "I got captured while I was away from my home territory, the marshlands..."

"I hear it's beautiful there." Raynor fantasized.

"Oh it really is." Zasz said, happily. "I'd love to see it again... if it's not already been seized..."

"It hasn't." The dragon informed the relieved serpent. "Did you leave someone important behind?"

Zasz's eyes watered with longing. She hadn't thought about Illia for weeks. "Illia... my fiancé..." She choked.

"Oh I'm so sorry... I lost my girlfriend to disease many years ago. I had such plans too..." Zasz and Raynor exchanged glances of understanding and sympathy. They stayed up and talked at the table for hours, recounting experiences during service in their respective armies. Zasz had no idea how much patriotism followed the 'civilized' troops. She had always just seen them as the marauders trying to rob her of a home. They also talked of their plans for the future, which Raynor admitted was to retire from the army post-haste and settle down somewhere shortly. Zasz just wanted to go home.

They spoke until the table was barren of food, and Raynor carried the very happily sated serpent to their bed. He laid her down and smiled before laying down next to her and kissed her, passionately. She pulled away from him, embarrassed. During their talk she began remembering once again who she was, and how disgusting it was for her to be used as such by the gender she used to be a part of. "Please..." She said, "I really don't want to do this..." Raynor's eyes met hers, and they just stared at each other for a few moments.

"Zasz..." He said, softly, "I'm sorry, but I need this..." And that was the end of discussion. She closed her eyes and teared up slightly, remembering that no matter how much they got along, she was still a slave, only meant to serve him.

"Okay..." She said, quietly. He smiled as if to say "thank you" and continued the kiss he started. His thicker forked tongue wrapped around her serpentine one, locking their mouths together. She felt her slit becoming wet with the stimulus, but she still tried to resist the urges to let her mind fall back into its sex-slave set. He unbuttoned and discarded his jacket, revealing his huge and well-muscled body and the magnificent wings adorning his back. He rolled onto his back and squeezed her tummy against his, still kissing.

Gently he pulled down at her panties, eventually sliding them off and his hands resumed exploring her sides. Her sensitive parts could feel the hard member in his pants as she instinctively rubbed against him slightly. Her night-gown was soon lifted past her chest and removed as well, followed by her bra soon after. He shuddered and hugged her to him. "You're so beautiful..." He said. Despite Zasz's urges not to be, she was somehow a little flattered.

She felt him squirm out of his own pants, joining her in nudity. She closed her eyes as he kissed her again and his tip began playing at the outside of her cunny lips. He gently and slowly slid into her, inciting a moan from the snake's throat. They began rhythmically sliding against each other, and the muscles of her cunt began milking him for his seed. He groaned in pleasure and rubbed her back and sides. She felt so humiliated but her body was loving every moment of it. He was so gentle with her, unlike every other male who had taken her.

They continued pleasuring each other, their lips intertwined passionately. She couldn't take much more before she began climaxing, and her juices spilled down onto Raynor's crotch. Seconds later he followed her, injecting his entire load into her womb. The both panted as the fell from the waves of their orgasms, Raynor still hugging her tight and giving her small, short kisses on her lips.

Raynor pulled the covers over their bodies and let Zasz lay down beside him. She rested her head on his chest and cuddled up next to him, and he put his arm around her shoulders. Their tails wrapped around each other under the sheets. Zasz couldn't understand her body's reaction. She herself was somewhat humiliated by all this happening to her, but her body just loved it. She couldn't understand what she was feeling. It wasn't love, but perhaps it was gratitude for Raynor's kindness, and gentleness, and the escape from her hellish orgy. She smiled and fell fast asleep in the grateful dragon's arms.

The rest of the weekend was filled with gentle sex and reminiscing of Zasz's home. When their final moment came Raynor hugged her closely, protectively. "Stay strong, Zasz..." He said, holding her. She embraced him back out of fear of her descent back into hell.

"I'm scared..." She cried.

"I know you are. But it'll get better, I promise." The guards who were to take her waited patiently outside their door, waiting. Pressed his head against hers, trying to calm her.

"I don't want to go..." She whimpered in response.

He put his mouth next to her ear and whispered, "You can escape..." She stopped sniffling, slightly stunned. "I'll help you any way I can..."

Raynor kissed her on her nose one last time before letting her go and nodding towards the guards. They marched in and seized her, and Raynor turned, unable to watch. Zasz felt her muscles go limp out of despair and she began sobbing as they drug her away from her sanctuary. "Stop crying you little whore." One of the guards snapped at her. She instinctively tried to hold it in, but she kept sniffling and choking on her tears. It was minutes later she found herself back in the guard room, being grabbed at and forced towards them immediately.

It only took a day to undo all of the healing Raynor helped her do. Within the following week she was finally broken completely. Escape, freedom, her home, all of her ambitions were literally raped out of her. In her mind there was no hope. She was once someone with a lot of potential, but now she was nothing but a sex toy for the guards of Arkania labs. But the next three months would prove to be further taxing on her sanity. The poor little serpent couldn't take much more...