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"Falcon is in position," Kyle murmured into the microphone that was tucked away in the lapel of his shirt, keeping his eyes on the target ahead of him.

The crowd was moving briskly, it was a gorgeous day on the Pier and that meant that there were people out in droves hawking their goods and calling to the tourists that moved along in packs. The ships were pulled up tight to the dock, loading up with those who wanted to sail on Lake Michigan and see the entire sweep of the city spread out before them. He didn't let his eyes linger on the tourists, his eyes were on his mark. Chicago was infested, it was overrun, it was covered with creatures that never should have been and yet seemed to believe they had rights just like everyone else. They were everywhere, gathered in the alleys and the lower class sections of town, draining resources from the government and pushing them deeper into debt. The anthros. They were destroying the foundation of America, they served no purpose, they had no right to their country and were only eating away at the support systems meant to uphold humanity and further them.

The mouse in front of him slipped through the groups of humans with the rest of his kind, a small family group of them. Small being the relative term. The anthros, especially the felines, canines and rodents, bred so rapidly and had such large litters that they would soon overcome the rest of the world. They didn't have a single child, they had four or five in a litter. They were animals, mating, breeding, scrabbling and poisoning their country and this city. All twelve of them were working the crowd, their dark fur caught the light as they alternately begged and slipped paws into purses where they could manage it. It was nothing new, it was the same story in every town, when they couldn't make enough through legal means they stole or begged. The larger their families became, the more they threatened the American way of life.

That's what his employers had explained to him, what he had seen for his own eyes, but he didn't care, not truly. The group Humanity Defined had become one of the leading organizations supporting a new set of laws that would define humans as what they really were, and define anthros as animals. They worked within the perimeters of the law and tried to force through the changes they wanted, on the outside. On the inside they hired out with various contract groups to put down the large sections of anthros that lived on the fringes of society. There were rumors that they were behind two massive explosions in Washington and Seattle, but they were only rumors. Kyle knew that they were true, he had spear headed both in his time as a mercenary. Chicago would be different, they had a new action plan in place.

"Go ahead and move, only the males." The ear bud made him tilt his head slightly as he watched the group of mice spread out again to work the crowd. "Bring them to subsection 93 for processing, Vulture will clean up the females."

"Understood." Kyle replied back and stepped forward with a curt nod to his team. He didn't need to rely on the head set to command them, just a simple signal that made the men and women slip through the crowd.

His company advertised discretion and no questions asked about what they were hired to do. Once they were bought, they stayed bought, that's why he'd joined up. He'd spent a good portion of his younger years in various groups that were bought up to fight, but too often had switched sides when the money had run out or a higher price offered. He grew tired to dealing with the repercussions that came with it and had finally signed up for an elite paramilitary group that offered him a secure position, good pay and had a good reputation among various corporations and organizations. It meant more time spent in the states and less time overseas and the midst of the heat and sand of the Middle East. Even if it did mean working for religious bigots most of the time. Still, it was easy enough work for a man of his skills and his team worked well.

"Hold right there..." He dropped his hand down on a slight mouse who was trying to look innocent as he slipped a paw towards the back pocket of one of the people watching the lake.

"Sir?" The black mouse turned to look at him his unnaturally large eyes blinked rapidly as Kyle slipped next to him almost casually. "I was doing nothing, I was only going to see if the gentleman wished to have a tour..."

"Ahh, well, I don't think that he does and you know better." Kyle slipped beside the rodent casually. "You don't have a license, it'd be illegal for you to offer that."

"Sorry, sir..." The soft looking dark ears folded back nervously. "I was just going to offer..."

"Of course you were," He draped an arm over the slender shoulders and leaned forward enough that he nearly brushed his side against the smaller anthros. "Of course, if you wish to earn some money I might offer you a position that would give you more than ample payment for the day."

"S-sir?" The mouse didn't even try to seem ignorant of what he was offering, he didn't protest or looked shocked at the offer. Why would he? It was common enough. "I sup-"

Kyle didn't let him finish the sentence, as soon as the little mouse had come in close enough that no one could see he move his hand down and pushed right against the hip. A single depression of the button shot out a small dart against his target so the anthro tried to jerk to the side. Only his hand kept the creature from bolting away, even as the small hand paws shoved against him and lashing tail didn't cause an excitement. It was just another anthro, another mouse, another perverted man suggesting something awful to a mark. No one even blinked as the mouse sagged against him under the effects of the drugs, nor glanced at the rest of his team as they rounded up the males one after another.

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The warehouse was silent, abnormally silent given the amount of people that had slipped in and out of it just a few hours before. The cages were filled with unconscious limp forms of every species imaginable. The bulk of them were entirely nude still, some were in the process of being dressed by his men as he cast a wary eye over them. Only a few of them showed any signs of being aroused by the marks, and they kept it carefully in check at this point in the game. He didn't hold back his men if they wished to enjoy themselves, but they would do so professionally. They would leave no DNA samples behind to be checked over, they would have their fun before the marks were sterilized and cleaned up and after wear gloves and keep their faces adverted. Not that it mattered if they were recognized, but it was good protocol to remain alert and go through all the motions that they would if they were treating humans.

He wasn't above enjoying himself, but he preferred the more exotic species', especially the felines. There was something graceful about them, their lithe bodies, the way that they'd let out rasping cries of pain when he pushed them down against the cell floors that was entirely arousing to him. They fought, unlike many of the other creatures, and he loved feeling them writhe as he pushed into them and felt their walls clutching around him. Not that he was gay, he was just releasing tension when the job was too much and his wife wasn't quite cutting it. He often went from the job to her bed afterwards, aroused by his memory of what he'd done and she enjoyed the long evening of impassioned love making together.

The mice wouldn't stir for a few more hours, they'd already been doped up for the sterilization that his clients wanted to have done. Each male was castrated so that they could no longer procreate at the rate that they had been involved in. It was a movement that was starting to pick up more and more support as people were tired of waiting for a bill to be pushed through government making such things mandatory. Humanity Defined wanted to make it standard operating procedure to castrate 90 percent of the male population of litter bearing species'. Not that anyone noticed what was going on, they didn't want to notice, no one cared about the creatures and what was happening to them. It was almost a pity, but it made his job that much easier.

"I'll want you to take the altered males back to the Pier, release them however you want them released, the females will be terminated." The man walking at his side gave him a side long look, an older gentleman with greying hair and a heavy set body. "We'll be targeting the dogs next weekend, you'll want to update your men on predatorial procedures."

"How long will our contract go on, sir?" He tilted his head to one side to regard his employer. "Or, more specifically, how long will I be assigned here?"

"For another few months, we've got a long term contract and then we'll be moving on." His employer gave a tight smile. "Finish up next week and you'll be shifted out to the next project we have with them. You've been here too long."

"Very good, sir, I'll have the men briefed on the canine protocols over the week and the mobilize them." Kyle tipped his head in an almost salute. "It'll be good to leave here for a time, my wife doesn't enjoy the city much."

It was about time he got out of this city, he was growing tired of working the same spots, the same faces, the same routine. He wanted to go somewhere new, somewhere fresh. The longer he stayed here the more at risk he was at being found out.

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The glow of the monitor was the only light in the large room, an eerie glow that illuminated Anar's features as he carefully pecked out commands on the broad rubber keyboard that had been unrolled in front of him. His talons dented in the material, but didn't pierce it, his own design so that he could recline in his normal form while working after hours. It felt good to have his broad body stretched out and his feathers fluffed up around his neck and head. It was easier for the other Lords, the ones on two legs who could walk through the world either hidden behind their servants or able to pass themselves off as other species', but he couldn't do that. He was to large, gryphons were the size of large ponies after all and there was no making him look normal so he had to change shapes to pass through the human world.

It always itches, so much easier this way. _ He sighed softly and lifted his broad blue head as he narrowed his eyes to look over the screen again. _I need more people so I can stop making public appearnces

His security firm was growing larger as things became more violent and volatile, which meant more time in meetings and more time in his guise as William Edmund Anar. At times it felt as if he were being torn apart between his lives, but he was still able to balance them out. He had spent today in negotiations for a contract overseas and tonight he went over a puzzle from his other life. His life of the Lord of the City, protector of a people that had no outside voice. Creatures that had been cast aside by humanity, hidden in plain sight under a guise of being something less than human. He was their silent voice, their avenger, their master and law maker. He controlled the perceptions of humanity while the rest of his kind remained in waiting. It had been decades since they'd come out into the light, and they were slowly forcing the humans to view them as pests, harmless, lesser. They had first watched them, considered them dangerous and a threat, but not anymore.

That was the age that the Hidden Lords waited for, when they would no longer view any anthro as anything more than a pest. He and the rest of the Lords controlled their subjects, forced them into obedience, insured that their crimes were petty and nonthreatening. Because soon, soon they would step out into the light. He and all his kind, in hundreds and thousands of cities around the world, they would arise as an army that the humans would never suspect. The age of man was coming to an end, they had reigned for thousands of years, but their empire was crumbling. They were destroying the earth, they had no respect for anyone other than themselves. The Age of the Beast was rising, foretold in every religion in the world, but not how the humans interpreted it.

"Selfish creatures..." He growled and flattened his feathers as he glanced over the recorded reports. "Always trying to control the uncontrollable..."

The list of names was vast and they were being added to every week. Females of so many species' that had disappeared, males that reappeared with no knowledge of what had happened except they had been abused and castrated. This wasn't an isolated incident, this was something vast in his city and it had been picking up speed rapidly. He did not often stir himself or stretch out his authority, each time he did so he risked the Hidden Lords being revealed, but this time. This time he would have to step out of the shadows and take matters into his own hands. It was cruel, unbearably cruel and it had to be punished.

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"..lemme....go..." Kyle shifted in the chains, his body throbbing with pain as he was supported only by his arms, his legs weren't even touching the ground.

He had been captured, a stupid mistake that had been a lapse in judgment as he had been outside the aquarium with his group. Ready to mobilize against several marks that they'd picked out of the park, it had all been going so well, but then it had all fallen apart. He had been in contact with his entire group one moment and the next their system had gone down. A group had moved through the crowd like a small army and he had found himself standing next to a well dressed gentleman flanked with two armed guards. William Edmund Anar, the CEO of one of the top security firms in the country. He knew that face, it was on several magazines that he kept tabs on and the haughty features were even more impressive in person. Like a tide, Anar's agents had swept through the park and singled out his own people and isolated them. Well trained and silent, the crowd barely knew what was going on as the capture had been seamless.

Kyle hadn't had a chance to protest the maneuvers, the older man had simply smiled and the world had gone black. When he'd woken up, he'd been here, in a hellish basement strung up by his arms and barely able to see in the partial light that came from two lights set high on the wall. He knew he was in a secure center, the guards that stood at the door were well trained and barely looked at him. It was a feat considering the fact that he was completely nude and ungagged, able to talk to them and whimper in pain from the way his shoulders were hauled up in the air. No matter how he tried to gain their attention, to apply to their sense of decency, they ignored him and remained at their posts. The only person that spoke with him was William, the CEO of the security firm.

"I never had much use for mercenaries." The man blinked at him slowly while Kyle tried to relieve the ache in his shoulders. "I don't protest their use, after all, I hire quite a few in my line of work. They are useful, but not like you. You have performed abominations. Not killing for money, but maiming for money."

"It.. was a job...' he shifted and balled his fists up with a soft whimper as he felt the burn of his muscles. It hurt, he'd been hanging like this for too long. It was becoming a torture. "You run security.... You take jobs you don't... like.. employers you dislike..."

"Just a job?" The man straightened his clothing with a flick of his fingers, tugging the material straight. "Ahh that makes it worse, the reports we have are that you've done more than simply maim, but that you have abused those you have taken."

"The number... in my coat, get the number and call..." He shifted in the chains and tried to haul himself up. "They'll ransom me. No need for this. Where is my team?"

"Ransom?" The man blinked his blue eyes a few times as he came in closer. "I have no need for money, I have plenty as it is. Your team... ahh that is a pity. The ones that simply performed this as a job will be taken back into my team, we'll rehabilitate them and allow them to continue with a proper profession. The ones, like yourself, who found pleasure in what you were doing, well... I can't allow this to go unanswered."

"The code... you can't break it. There are protocols." Kyle twisted a little as the man walked around him, looking him over with a critical eye. He could hear the click of shoes on the ground, a sharp echo in the basement.

"Yes, there are. Those protocols are supposed to protect innocents. Killing them, maiming them, is that not against those same rules?" The drawl was slow and amused as the man moved out of sight.

"For humans, it was never.. adapted for nonhumans." Kyle shuddered as laughter spilled out onto the air, not amused, but rough and wild.

"It is never adjusted for nonhumans is it? It's always for humans." There was a click on the floor, sharper then the sound of shoes. William's voice deepened and vibrated in a low throaty rumble, mocking him. "Who speaks for those you have irrevocably harmed and broken?"

"It's a job.... Just a job... " He trailed off and swallowed roughly, his throat contracted a little bit. "Talk to Humanity Defined, they start- Oh sweet god.."

He trailed off in his revelation of his employer as a creature stepped around him with the sharp sound of talons clicking on the ground. A creature that was a deep brilliant sapphire blue, the large head tilted towards him with a raptorial beak parted to show a dark blue tongue. It was a beast formed out of cat and bird, but in a pattern he had never imagined. The forebody was shaped like an eagle, but an eagle patterned after a blue jay with soft greys and deepest blues. The wings flashed showing a hint of black barred primaries just above the feline hind quarters that were spotted all over with splashes of white. A gryphon, but it wasn't a gryphon like the books, it was exotic and so large that it made the basement seem tiny as he tried to yank away from the beast. The gryphon growled while the feathers roused upwards making the beast seem larger than before, if that was even possible.

"If human law will not protect my kind, than I must avenge them." The gryphon came closer and closer, but the voice remained the same.

"W-william?" He stammered while the large blue features came close enough that he could see the darkness of the pupils pinning down.

"Anar, I am Anar and today you will pay for your crimes. You and all those who took pleasure in their 'job'. But you, you I am going to take special pleasure in dealing with you." He lifted up one large foreclaw and pulled something from around his neck. "You will be my special project."

There was a flash of green as the gryphon lifted up a gem dangling from a chain, Kyle briefly saw that it was cut like the shape of a rearing unicorn before it was pushed directly against his chest. The moment it touched he jerked against the chains as it felt like hot lava was being poured over his body. He screamed out as the heat ripped through him and burned away within his veins while he jerked forward, gasping raggedly.

It was fire and terror, it ran through his body until he felt his form changing and stretching, bending and twisting. His body was remolding itself he could feel the muscles twitch and jerk, wrapping around his bones painfully as he screamed out raggedly. His eyes bulged a little as he felt his lips losing feeling, they grew numb as his teeth pushed outwards and changed. His jaws ached while the gryphon stepped back and let out a trilling croon, not even moving to help him while there was a sudden push outwards along his jaw line. He could see his nose flattening and changing while the entire design of his head started to change. His lips pushed down, melding with his teeth as the skin became darker towards the end and yellowed around his nostrils that flared out. Spines started to push out beneath his skin, they spilled out everywhere as something tickled along his shoulders.

His hair was falling out, he could see it falling down while he balled his hands up and screamed out again, his ribs were shifting, changing beneath the skin while his sternum felt larger. His lungs were spreading open wider as the spines covered his body and dust started crumbling along the tips. It was like watching a time lapse as feathers burst from the spines and the outer shells crumbled. Feathers everywhere, covering his body while a beak finished forming along the front of his face, his tongue grew slender and tapered towards the tip as he twisted and jerked forward. The chains bit painfully around his changing wrists, clutching down so hard that he could barely think past the aching. The bones were becoming wrong, something was horribly wrong with them that went beyond just hanging from them.

"Lower him." Anar growled out while Kyle started to pant shallowly, his tongue poked out from his open beak while his chest heaved up and down. The last thing he felt was the chains going limp and he hit the ground hard enough that he saw stars, and then the darkness came and pulled him down below.

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"I'm a falcon." Kyle spoke with a faint chirp under his voice while he stood miserably in front of a mirror in a small room that had only one knobless door. "I'm a peregrine falcon."

He'd woken up with the last ache of the changes falling away from him and his body thrown nude on a cot just in front of the mirror. His first view of himself was that of an anthro falcon blinking back at himself from a pair of liquid dark eyes. He'd called for help, but no one had answered, no one had come to see if he was alive or dead or if he had been hurt. That had been yesterday, he thought, he wasn't sure. There were no windows, no way to tell time, no way for him to judge the date even. All he had was the fact that he went to sleep and woken back up with still no answer. The only thing he could do was stare at his feather covered body in the mirror and stare at what had replaced his arms and hands. That was the greatest loss, he had no fingers, only a pair of long tapered wings folded down along his sides with the primaries crossed right above the spread of his tail feathers.

Somehow, some way, the gryphon had changed him. He had examined himself closely, even to the point of parting his beak wide to stare into his own throat, but his tongue wasn't familiar and his throat was a deep red lined with sharp barbs instead of smooth and silky. His feet were agile with long toes that tapered down into wicked black talons. Everything was different and he could only pace in the small cell and knock his feet against the door uselessly in an attempt to knock on it to have someone check on him. He was hungry and he was scared, for the first time in his life he was truly frightened. He has served in the military, he had been in the midst of the hottest parts of the desert and under fire, sure he would die, and that was nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to the horror of staring at himself as a creature that was neither human or bird.

"Stand back from the door." A familiar voice barked out as he stretched a wing out to touch the mirror. He jerked his head up, wincing at the avian way he moved. "If you don't, you will be tranqed, which would be a pity."

"I am back." His voice screed out, all wrong, not deep and throaty, but reedy as if he should have been shrieking out like a falcon, not a man.

The door slipped open and disappeared into the wall to reveal the massive blue form of the gryphon who had started this hell. The large body was settled back on his hind quarters with the long spotted tail coiled around his forelegs and he was flanked by a pair of humans. Familiar humans. Adelaide and Mercy, two of his team that had been working on the project with him and they were standing at the gryphons side with pistols held at the ready as if they belonged there. Neither of them gave him a glance of recognition as he blinked at them and his feathers flattened down to his head making him look smaller.

"Come now, you will accompany me to the office. Adelaide, if you would be so kind as to put the gun down, bring out the collar I gave you." Anar rumbled to the short curvy guard.

"Adelaide.." Kyle's words were harsh while he kept his head tilted to one side, watching her from one dark eye. "Don't you..."

"Stand or Mercy will tranq you." The woman stepped forward with a old collar in one hand, her eyes narrowed slightly as Kyle stepped backwards a few steps.

"They are mine, boy." The gryphon fluffed her feathers up high along his neck and head. "They were always a part of our cause. Not all humans are trash and filth such as you, these did us a great service. Did you not, my Mercy?"

"I wouldn't have done anything to stop the abominations they were administering. All creatures deserve respect." Mercy's voice was clipped while Adelaide came forward and forced his head to lift up so that the collar could be forced around his changed neck.

"Why? Why didn't you warn me?" He almost choked on the words as the metal closed down tight around his throat, almost too tight.

"You and the rest, it was horrible." Adelaide gave a tugging pull forward to latch the collar in place so that it wouldn't pull loose.

"It was the job!" He screeched out, his voice ragged while his eyes remained on the woman that had fought at his back so many times.

"To rape? To abuse? No, you took hold of all of that on your own. You and so many," Mercy spoke up, her voice accusatory. "Did you think that we'd allow this to pass? Innocents that you terrorized."

"Come, boy. Your team has been acclimated with their guides, but you, you are special." Anar spoke the last word in a croon as he stood up with a rippling of powerful muscles along his blue spotted haunches. His wings flicked out to either side while the girls stepped away and, for the first time, Kyle saw that the beast was wearing the same sort of collar that he was, but a more intricate one. "Come!"

The word rang and Kyle fell back slightly as it seemed to echo through his mind, it vibrated his very soul while he let out a trembling sound in reaction. He couldn't disobey, it was impossible, his mind wouldn't allow for it. Instead, he stepped forward with a slight whimper as he felt his tail bob behind him and the gryphon turned his back to him. The guards left, they didn't even stay to make sure that he didn't fight or do any harm, they just left, turning their backs to him as well. He tried to scream to himself to run, but he didn't, he'd been told to come and he would. He followed the flicking blue tail as the beast padded away and he went down along the hall and along the lines of the hallway with rows of doors that passed by him. Each one like the one he'd come out of, each one closed to him. How many of his men were locked behind them?

"Tell me, you enjoyed cats did you not? The stories that they told me about them, oh those stories, the lack of mercy that you showed." The gryphon rumbled as he was led into a broad octagon shaped room that held a large desk and a series of computers all hooked up to one another. "Did you enjoy them? Were they your favorrrrrrite?" The last word rolled out as Kyle stood in the room shaking, the feathers quivered along his wings.

"Please, just let me go. You have punished me enough." Kyle didn't want to plead, but he wanted out of here. He didn't want to know what was planned for him.

"Answer me." The command trembled through him, the collar heated up while his mind was pushed beneath the demand.

"Yes. They were my favorite." Kyle closed his eyes as he answered, unable to stop himself. A rough clack made him snap his eyes open again as the beak clicked together and the gryphon's wings flared open making him larger.

"Did you let them fuck you? Did you drrrrrrream of theirrrr cockssss?" The gryphon's eyes brightened, flaring the deepest red that he'd ever seen. Red rage that burned and seared.

"No, I fucked them." Kyle answered without even stopping himself, he couldn't, the need to answer was too pressing. "I didn't want them to fuck me. I'm not gay."

"Is that the definition? As long as you rape them it means that you're not gay?" The gryphon's head lowered and the eyes flared brighter. "Do you believe that?"

"I have a wife, I am not gay, sometimes you just gotta release the pressure." He parroted the words he'd said a hundred times or more, and they came easily to his lips. He even believed them.

"Oh my boy... You believe that, a lie as filthy as the sins that you committed." Anar stood up and padded towards him, violence and grace in reach and every step. "Today I will show you the truth, I will show you what you are and what you want. I will tear into that mind and bring the true self out into the open."

"I'm not lying, I have a wife, I-I enjoy her." Kyle stumbled back as the gryphon kept advancing, his beak parted in a slow wicked smile that sent another shiver down his spine.

"And I will enjoy her as well, but first..." The blue wing struck out, faster than he could duck or evade, and it hit him hard enough he went tumbling to the ground. His ears rang with the fall, stars danced in front of his eyes as he tried to brace himself. "You're going to learn about sins and lies and justice."

He vaguely remembered stories of the power of an avian's wings and for the first time he experienced it. He couldn't even catch himself with his hands, his wings didn't work that way. The gryphon loomed over him, a dark blue form that roused up with the feathers that flared up along the edges of the neck and crest. He tried to scramble away, but a foreclaw snaked out to catch right against the ring of his collar and yanked him back. His legs kicked out roughly against the other foreleg as Kyle tried to get away from the beast.

"You are my toy, boy... You are my creature. You are my pet, my property, my creature..." The gryphon rumbled down, the voice echoed and spilled through Kyle while he trembled in place. "You will be my own personal hen... You will be like a female in heat, burning to be used, needing to be taken, wanting to obey..."

A shudder wracked through his body while he shook his head roughly back and forth, he tried to fight the words as they flared unwilling heat through him. He scrambled backwards, digging his feet into the ground as blow after blow hit his mind. He wanted this, his body wanted it, it was something that burned through him as the commands heated up the collar. Unlike being commanded to follow or answer, this went against everything that he was, everything he could want. He let out a harsh avian scream and pulled away as the claws hooked into his collar yanked him forward again.

"No... n..no.. I don't want it!" He flattened his feathers and tried to wriggle backwards, but he couldn't get away from the grip on him.

"But you do..." The gryphon's head lowered so that one bright red eye was focused on him. "Every victim you forced yourself on...." The words were spilling through his mind, they weren't just heard with the ears, but his body and soul. "You wanted this..."

"I didn't..." Heat, it was building, a pounding wild beat that made it hard to breath and see. The breath he drew in was harsh with the taste of musk, thick in his throat so that he nearly choked on it.

"You did... You didn't picture yourself the victor... but the victim. You wanted that place beneath someone.." He was pulled closer, his mind flaring with memories of yowling voices and screamed of protest as he enjoyed himself.

Always before he had thought of several things, most of them about how frustrated he was, how tired he was of dealing with these mewling creatures. He had done it because he was angry, tired of his position, tired of hearing them beg and cry, so he gave them something to cry about. He held to those thoughts even as the words sank through his mind and spilled over every thought he possessed. He did it because he was frustrated and pent up, did it because they mewled and cried that was it. That's what he meant to do, to keep them crying about something instead of being let go. He did it because he wanted to feel pinned down, he wanted to feel the tip of something impossibly large and hard nudged right up against his pucker.

_That's not right! _ He tucked his head down while the harsh scent of the gryphon surrounded him and he felt himself being dragged against feathers and fur.

"NO!! This isn't right! THIS ISN'T RIGHT!" He cried out angrily in denial, he wanted to feel the warmth against him, the heat of the body pressed against him.

"You pictured this... how your body aches for it, it's shaking even now, so close to what you want." Anar rumbled down at him in a rich purr.

He wanted this, of course he had wanted it. He had heard the cats crying out beneath him and he had plunged into them while thinking about feeling it himself. Thinking of some hard animalistic cock slamming into his body, stretching him, forcing itself on him. It wasn't that he wanted to just bend over for them, no he wanted something more dominant, he wanted someone more dominant. It was a need that filled his body and made him cry out as he reached for what he had been thinking about. He had thought about making them cry because it aroused him, of how his wife would moan for him when he came to her fresh from one of the cats and took her hard and deeply. Enjoyed the way that she gripped against him and whimpered out with hot pleasure and lust. The way he wanted to whimper out beneath a creature powerful enough to dominate him.

He felt his cock brushing against his stomach as he let out a ragged cry of denial and he felt the girth pushing right up along the length of his belly. A wet ooze spilled out of his tip, running down along the underside of his spire and smeared right along the down. He was aroused by those thoughts, they filled him and burst over his mind while the gryphon suddenly snapped down and nipped him right against the neck. He knew what was coming, he knew and wanted it to happen. It was a burning need that spilled through him and left him trembling against the ground. The foreclaw released his collar while the breath hit hot hard against the back of his neck and he was pulled backwards between the large forepaws. The wings spread out to either side of his body before he roused himself.

"Please... no..." He couldn't think, the collar took away that ability and replaced his mind with the rumbling of the gryphons croon.

He was pulled back, forced onto his chest and knees with a ragged cry, the weight slipped along the line of his back as he felt something ooze down and spill right against the small of his back. Kyle tried to writhe away from it, but he couldn't, one of the forepaws moved up to grip against his stomach and dragged him back as something heavy rubbed along the line of his spine. He twisted his head back with a harsh noise, hissing out as the cock tip rubbed right along the line of his spine smearing thick oozing precum against his feathers and matting over them. The gryphon was the size of a large pony and what he boasted was equally large, the tapered tip ground itself beneath his feathers as the heavy swell of the base rested right against his tail feathers.

"Filthy little sinner, you dreamt of this, wanting your body to be invaded and pierced open..." The voice growled in his ears as the heat continued to pound through his mind and body. He wanted this, just hearing the words made his cock twitch in reaction.

"I don't..." He arched his back as the hips dragged backwards and trailed all the way back towards the feathers and spilled out another goopy dribble of precum.

"Do you think if you ssssay that I will ssstop?" The gryphon's paw jerked against his stomach and the former human let out a harsh screech as he was forced higher into the air and the cock trailed downwards to smear against his ass cheeks. "Do you think it makessss you lessss gay?"

"Please... NNNPH!" He jerked forward as the cock tip pushed down and suddenly shoved right up against his pucker, probing and grinding forward with a syrupy dribble. It jabbed forward, pushing forward hard enough it dug against the tender taut opening. "PLEASE!"

"Of courssssssse...." Anar growled out and yanked his hips back. "Begging for it already...."

Kyle let out a high pitched cry, his body jerked forward as the powerful haunches spread open and suddenly the tip pushed into his passage. The silken muscles were forced to spread open wider and wider, clutching around the girth as it spilled forth a hot rush of precum before stuffing deeper and deeper into his passage. His breathing came out raggedly as he tried to brace himself, but there was nothing he could do to keep himself in place. His body was forced forward, hips pressed higher in the air as the harsh thrust drove the gryphon into his passage. It hurt, it ached, it burned as his body was forced to spread around something so wide, so large, his legs kicked backwards while his head was pushed further onto the ground. The thick ooze of precum spilled inwards helping inch the girth inwards while the foreclaw kept a hard grip on his stomach to keep his hips upwards.

His body reacted to it, he wanted it, his heart sped up as his hips bucked forward automatically to rub his own shaft against his stomach. How often had he mocked those who had reacted to his assaults? Mocked them as he pounded into their squalling body and made them jerk forward. Now he was letting out a ragged cry as he inched deeper and deeper, stroking right along the sensitive patch just inside of his passage and drove deeper with a lewd wet squelching sound. He squeezed his eyes shut and his wings spread open to either side of him, helplessly trying to support himself as another thrust drove him so deep that he could feel the base of the shaft suddenly wedge right up against the lewdly spread opening.

"Sssso eager?" The gryphon rasped and nipped the back of his neck. "Isss this what you dreamt of, my pet? Being fucked sssso deeply?"

Kyle opened his mouth to scream out a denial, but it didn't come out, not with the control the gryphon exerted over his very mind. "YES!"

Humiliation colored beneath his feathers, a hot red rush while the gryphon crooned out approval and suddenly the hips dragged backwards and he felt all that impossibly thick meat pulling from his body. His hips jerked wildly as the gryphon pulled out and out, nearly tugging all the way free as he could feel his muscles clamping and contracting around him. He bathed in that rush of pleasure that built up within him, rolling through his mind and body that made him grind his hips forward a bit too much. Anar didn't try to stop him, as he tugged forward the cock tip suddenly pulled free with a lewd wet noise and let him try to clamp his walls closed, but they wouldn't, not all the way. He could feel a bit of the precum oozing out of him before the tip suddenly pushed right up against him again. This time a moan spilled out of his throat as the drake pushed forward and started to sink into his body again. His silken inner walls opened up around the girth and squeezed as inch by inch drove inside of him.

There was no stopping his reactions, the way his legs started to shake as the gryphon hilted himself and suddenly bucked, a short thrust that rubbed through him before the girth pulled backwards just an inch or two before plunging back forward. Tears of humiliation rolled from his eyes and spilled down along the soft feathers of his cheeks as each powerful drive forward rocked him against the ground and rubbed through him. It hurt, it made him ache, but he didn't care no matter how his muscles were pried open. The base of the cock started to wedge right up against his pucker and yawned him open before the girth pulled nearly all the way out and plunged forward again. The tip spilled out a hot ooze of precum, helping wedge him deeper and deeper as the knot at the base shoved and forced up against him at the apex of each thrust.

The heavy balls clapped up against his own in short hard bursts, hitting with lewd noises of flesh on flesh. He kept trying to pry the tight anal ring open, the pressure growing more and more as the heavy beak gripped the back of his neck. He cried out raggedly as his cock started to pulse harder against his belly, thick spills of precum kept throbbing out of his cock tip while he jerked forward. The walls spread him open wider and wider, forcing him to spread open so wide that his body was nearly tearing in two, only the thick gooey precum helped push him inwards. The grip of the beak yanked his head upwards into the air as his cock started to pulse harder against his belly, he wanted this, he could feel himself being stroked to the point that he felt a need that was building higher and higher, crashing over him. He couldn't stop himself.

The sharp hard thrusts made him open his beak wide and shrieked out as his balls started to pull up tight between his legs. It was beyond anything he had ever felt, his muscles went tense as the powerful hips lunged forward, so fast and hard that he couldn't stop himself. It kept it building the need until he couldn't stop himself, his walls clamped down around the hard black shaft inside of him as the first hot spill of cum erupted from his cock. Thick ropey spills ran over the dark foreclaw that clutched against him and pulled him back harder against the hammer haunches. He felt his walls yawning open wider as the knot was pushed into his body with a hot squelching noise that pushed precum out around the edges. It spilled out over the edges, running along the back of his heaving balls as he humiliated himself all over the gryphon's paw.

With a rough muffled growl the hips slammed forward again and the knot wedged entirely into his clutching rippling body. He squeezed down tightly around it, contracting so tightly that he felt as if he were impossibly spread wide. Anar kept thrusting into him, hard and fast, tugging against the knot that started to swell open wider and wider. Each and every pulse made the walls yawn open, the caressing dark length stroked through him and rubbed along the quivering anal walls. It forced him to stretch open so wide that he couldn't think, only feel as with drake gave one last spearing thrust inwards that forced the heavy blue orbs right against his own. They tightened up and pulled up before they began to twitch, the great vein that ran along the shaft seemed to pulse and bloat while Kyle was left crying out in denial.

A hot thick rush of cum erupted from the dark tip and spilled into his passage, his walls clamped down tightly and started to pull eagerly around the girth. Rope after goopy rope spilled out of the tip and plunged deeper into his passage while he pulled around it. He couldn't stop himself, he was locked in place, his hips joined the powerful haunches that were pushed right down against his own. The foreclaw didn't need to rest against his belly to hold him in place, he didn't need to be braced, the knot held his hips into the air while his legs were shaking. The thick oozing cum spilled deeper into his bowel while the gryphon rumbled low in his throat, a croon that vibrated down his feathered spine. He couldn't keep himself from enjoying it, that rush of pleasure at being dominated.

"Excellent... my little hen..." The voice growled against his scruff before releasing him, the forepaw on his belly trailed backwards, gliding against his cock. "Did you like that?"

"N-no.." He gasped out and squirmed as he felt the digits stroking lightly along his sensitive shaft, caressing back and forth so he tried to get away from the touch, but that only pulled on the heavy knot locked inside of him.

"You will.. ssssoon that will be all you arrre good forrrr, like thosssse you abussssed..." The drake trilled out, the digits trailed back until Kyle jerked as they found his orbs and caressed over them. Knowledge sent a rush of cold fear through him, struggling past the control on his mind. The sharp talons teased along the sensitive feathered orbs.

"YOU CAN'T!!" He jerked forward only to let out a ragged cry of pain as he tugged harder against the knot. The claws flexed down, turning his cry of protest into a ragged scream of pain.

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The sound was lewd and wet, it was the sound of flesh on flesh, the sound of two bodies heaving together as they cried out in passion. Kyle didn't lift his head to see it, he kept his beak lowered to the floor until it touched the hard smooth marble and didn't even try to protest what was going on in front of him. His feathers flattened against his head while he heard the female whimper out and there was a wet squelching noise as something far too large forced itself into the tight body. The knot was sinking home, how he knew that sound, he knew it intimately because he had heard it happen to him again and again as he was used. His body twitched in reaction, the dulled passion in him rousing just enough to make him uncomfortable as he tried to ignore what was happening, tried to ignore everything, make himself invisible.

"Look, pet, did you not wish to see your wife happy at long last?" Anar's voice was rough and demanding, a command that made him obey, he had learned to just answer.

He lifted his head and swallowed roughly at the sight that was presented to him. Anar was sprawled out on his back, positioned so that his heavy balls were presented pushed right up between the pale white thighs of the woman straddling his haunches with her legs spread open wide. His wife, her breasts cupped in the bestial dark foreclaws as he sensuously ran his tongue along her shoulder and gave his hips a roll down so he could see the flash of thick flesh pushed into her body. His wife, his lovely wife, and she had come of her own free will. Seduced by William Edmund Anar and invited to know his secret intimately nearly a year after Kyle had disappeared. He had watched that seduction, he had been forced to witness his careful courting that lured her here to him. His sins laid bare in front of her as he was presented as eunuch, his punishment for what he had done. The only one of his team that had been so disgraced.

As he had countless times before, he watched the gryphon suddenly heave up and cry out, a high pitched wild sound as the orbs began to twitch and pulse, working to pump a thick hot rush of seed into his wife's bare body. Kyle shuddered and kept his eyes locked on the scene while they rocked against one another. He knew what he would be forced to do next, when the gryphon slipped free he would use his tongue to clean her, but not well. He couldn't' clean well with a beak, but that was the point, to mark him with the seed that smelled of his own wife. If he were lucky that would be all, if he were lucky he would go back to his cell and not rouse the gryphon to have a go at him. Even the thought made his body tremble with barely contained need.

The gryphon had taken his balls, but not his need, he was left with it and his useless shaft. Locked in his punishing hell and the promise that others would join him soon. Others would share his fate.

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