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Shadi was utterly silent as a very firm paw gripped her own, and she was tugged back down towards the cells. She had no words- no way to describe how utterly trapped and tangled she felt. Her legs locked briefly for a moment, which made the male holding her paw slow down, looking back at her with a tilted head.

A rather handsome dragon, he was, bright red and very tall- and he wasn't even looking at her unkindly- but everything Shadi saw in the male when she looked at him was terrifying. He tugged her a little firmer to get her moving again, speaking in a low, deep voice as he allowed the pair of them to fall behind the other three, who were speaking in far more excited voices.

"Don't stop moving Miss... You are going to have little enough dignity after we are done here, you don't want me to carry you back to your cell, just more humiliation..." He told her, his eyes going forward again. Shadi stumbled to keep up with him, and she made a strange choking sound, her eyes beginning to burn, and her voice beginning to well in her throat, a cry, a scream building up in her voice.

"And please... please don't scream out here, or were going to have to quiet you with a catch pole, and they will muzzle you... Try and keep a little pride in yourself, and don't act like a child..." But she had been a child; she had been a child not a half hour ago! Heartless bastards, all of them-

He yanked her harshly, pulling her firmly towards her cell. She fought the pleading scream in her throat, but she couldn't stop the small choking noises she was making, or the hot tears streaming down her face. Were they all really going to take her? Perhaps they were just trying to scare her- but she knew they would not make threats they would not carry out... the Commissar had shown her that...

When they reached the cell the feline called home, she was dumped onto the floor unceremoniously, the feline skittering across the floor, the dress not being made to be skid resistant. Immediately she was ignored, the males gathering around and setting their packs down.

"Might as well get these hooks up now- might need 'em later, or I hope we do..."

"If she doesn't tell the boss something, were going to see her again soon anyways, might as well get it all out now."

"Did we bring the gel?"

"I have some, the wife don't much like it, so I figured we could use it."

Shadi watched, her eyes wide as dinner plates as the males began pulling out lengths of rope, and some shining silver shackles, and a bottle of what looked like blue soap. More and more things were pulled from the bags, including a frightening 'muzzle' she had only seen once in a catalog when she had stayed over at a friend's house as a teenager. They had both agreed it was very scary, and even when they took husbands, they would never use a thing like that! No way!

"Miss Stryker?" The dragon's voice snapped her attention away from the horror scene playing out in front of her, the dragons paws already at his belt. He had one of the shining silver shackles in his paw.

Scion smiled down at his tiny captive, giving his reptilian grin. He loved it when the Officers gave them pretty female's like this. Too often they were given older women, ugly ones, or males to break in. They enjoyed it- any fuck was good in his book- but there was something to be said for enjoying a lovely woman, and one so fresh, barely spoiled... Well, this is why he loved his job.

Unlike his partners, Scion was certainly more of a lover than a rapist... which is why he was always made to go first. He was by far the largest male, but he was also the gentlest, it was why he was picked for this line of work. It was far easier to keep the prisoners in a whole chunk when they had been prepped for his more... brutal partners. Not that Scion didn't like it rough, but he was never really into the blood...

"This is how it's going to go..." He informed his captive, leaning down to take her by the collar of her dress, a look of utter terror crossing her face. In one swift motion, he clipped the shackle around her neck. Like any feline, the feeling of something circling her neck immediately made her spaz- She jerked her head back and gave a short, sharp shriek of fear and anger, the female scrambling backwards in two short motions and slamming herself into the side of her cell, both her paws clutching her new collar, very long claws exposed...

He frowned. "Get the clippers; I'm not having one yank out any of my scales this time..." The dragon grunted, folding his digits together and cracking his knuckles loudly, the sound only making Shadi try to press herself into the corner further, knowing she had nowhere to go, her tears streaking hotly down her muzzle. He reached behind him, a grinning, almost cackling Wyvern passing forward a pair of claw-clippers that looked more like someone one would use to slice the end of a cigar.

"Please! I promise I won't! I swear it, just don't take them." Shadi cried softly, curling his fingers and toes in as much as she could to hide the meat-hook like claws her species sported naturally. Scions let out a low rumble, almost seeming to be laughing at her.

"We've heard that one before, and we have a counter offer to make to that. If you so much as scratch one of us, we take them for good, not just clipping them. Extracting them..." He drew out the threat, the dark scaled Wyvern behind him holding up a menacing looking pair of pliers, clacking the ends together. Shadi flinched at the noise, her sobbing getting her nowhere in a hurry. Slowly, as reluctant as she was, she held out her paws for the dragon.

Scion smirked. They always came around, especially considering they kept the claws of the first one who tried that plea on them in their bag of 'tools', just so they could flash out an example if they needed some convincing. "Hwrong, pass me the other cuffs." The dragon spoke with a pleased tone. It was so much easier when they cooperated and didn't try to resist, even if it was more fun when they did. His deep black eyes met Shadi's for just a moment, and she looked away, clearly terrified of her predicament. "This is the painless part. Relish it while you can little kitten."

Shadi closed her eyes; as if it would simply will all of this away like it were a bad dream. She felt the first cuff click shut around her right wrist, flinching at the cold steel. The fur of her arm near it stood on end as fraction of a second later as a small spark of static shot from the binder, and she jerked away from the sudden sound. Though while the rest of her body moved, her paw stayed in place, held static by the binder. Scion flashed his teeth as he leaned in, laying a gentle kiss atop of the silvery cuff with a slow lap of his tongue across the back of her paw that made her shiver in revulsion.

"Electro-cuffs. Think of them like binders that will hold you exactly where we want you, for as long as we want you... That collar is one as well, you know?" The dragon's voice rang in her ears as she tried to pull her paw out of the cuff with sharp jerks, threatening to dislocate her shoulder in the process. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want any part in any of this! This was all happening just because of who she was, not because of anything she herself had done! None of this was fair or right, but these males didn't seem to care. With a quiet 'snip', she began sobbing, the end of the first of her claws falling to the steel floor noiselessly.

"See? That wasn't so bad now, was it? They'll grow back, and you won't need them here anyway, and they make your paws so much softer." Another click of the trimmers. Another claw fell to the floor. Shadi tried her best not to sob and cry as loudly as she did, but the humiliation of losing her claws just for these male's pleasure was almost too much to bear. She didn't struggle though, simply letting her left paw hang limply as the dragon clipped the next cuff to her wrist and began on those claws.

"Another thing you may want to keep in mind, this deal with your claws... It goes for your teeth too." He smirked, and as if on cue, the Wyvern, Marcose, was standing above her reaching under her chin to tilt her head up towards him, a shrill cackle escaping his maw.

"And if I feel so much as a tooth, I'll be taking every last one of them so you'll be enjoying nothing but liquids the rest of your days, clear bitch?" He snapped, his thumb brushing over her lip making her stomach churn, threatening to empty its contents all over his feet. She held it back through sheer force of will, knowing that would only make her situation so much more worse than it already was. The other two members of her rape-gang chuckled quietly at their comrade's enthusiasm, one an eastern dragon, the other some kind of fur-drake.

"Well the hooks are set, the rope is out... We've got two spreader bars and the jaw-lock... What else what else..." The fur-drake, Tarma, seemed to ponder it, as if just considering all the things they could possibly do to deprave her further. The Eastern had already begun to strip down, tossing his helmet and vest into the corner along with the quartet's rifles. It wouldn't have mattered if Shadi could have reached them; all four were paw print safety locked. Shadi only caught a brief glance at the male as he slid his trousers down, easily ten inches of bulging flesh jutting lewdly from his sheath, lined with barbs and ridges along the length. She turned away just as quickly at the sight, not even wanting to see anything of what was about to happen to her.

"Now to try this stuff out... My wife complained because it burned like a bitch for the first ten minutes or so, but she wasn't complaining when she was riding my knot later. Swear to god, I was hard for five hours at least." The eastern dragon, Hwrong, smirked almost proudly, earning a quiet laugh from the others as Scion finished clipping the last of the sobbing feline's claws, releasing the charge in the binders and allowing her to scramble back into her corner.

"Now... Restrain her now and let Scion break her all easy like, or do any of you feel like a struggle?" Shadi could almost scream, her skin crawling all over her. Why the hell wouldn't they just do it already? Why were they just standing around and talking about it?!

Shadi's mind was clearly in tatters, and it was all she could do to wrap her tail around herself and stare at her captors. Scion grinned, tilting his head in that way he did. This is what really broke them. The females, especially the newly broken ones dreaded being violated, especially with equipment like a dragons.

The fear and anticipation was what honestly got them talking... He had little doubt, either by the end of this, or at the latest, just before their next session, the little bitch would sing for them... They all did in the end. Not that they wouldn't still have their fun once she had spilled it all... They had been trained for this, the fucking was the best part of the job, but it was really only about half of the work...

"D-don't do this... please, it still h-hurts..." she coiled around herself tightly, large tail shielding herself as much as she could. It would do her little good, but he could feel her pleading exciting his companions. He had little stomach for it, which is why he preferred just gagging them and making them quiet. It was hard to maintain an erection while fucking a sobbing woman-child...

"You had your chance to talk." He snapped firmly, stepping forward with quick, aggressive motions, pushing her farther back into her corner, until she could go back no further. A small scream left her as she scrambled to turn and face the wall, as if looking for a way to climb up it and escape him. Yeah, these cells hadn't been built with escape in mind...

He snagged the back of her collar and gave it a vicious shake with his clawed hand, both activating the magnets inside the collar and putting them in 'standby mode' by holding the button just on the inside of the device, which made it handy for moving the squirming ones around. She gave a frightened shriek as she was pushed to the floor, a small spark of blue electricity snapping about her quite suddenly, only to be gone just as fast. Clearly fearing being electrocuted, she began to wail in earnest, crying not at all like an angry cat anymore, but like a woman in deep anguish.

"PLEASE! I don't know anything! I don't-" Scion couldn't take it anymore. He snagged her muzzle gently in his hand and held it shut, removing the Jaw-lock from his belt. It was a nifty little device... It went on her muzzle and let them either keep her mouth shut, or hold it open wide. In the past they had broken a few jaws with it on accident, opening it up too much, but they had since learned how to use it a bit more safely...

He slipped it onto her face, and activated it. Like the rest of her restraints, it was electronic and wireless, a lot less hassle for the dragons to deal with. When it was first put on, it acted like any other muzzle, keeping her quiet, which was just what they wanted... The other handy abilities of his toys would come in later, when they had more use for her little pink mouth...

Shadi tried to scream when her face was covered, but it seemed like her teeth were wired shut together. The thing on her face barely touched her at all, but it was like they had just tapped her mouth shut!

She continued to scream, even though nobody could hear her, her body flying into overdrive from the fear pumping in her veins. She thrashed herself as much as she could, trying to pull herself away from him over the floor of the cell, even though he had her by the neck. Without her claws, she had no traction what so ever.

He jerked on her again, making her choke and flinging her over onto her back, lowering himself between her struggling legs. Using his knees, he kept them firmly apart, and finally released the shackle that he had enclosed around her neck, the feline immediately feeling her head slam against the metal cell floor, the force of the blow dazing her slightly.

She could hear the dress she had been given tear more as the dragon's paws pulled it apart at the seams, ripping everything below her tail away in a dazzling lightshow of electrical blue sparks as the nano-fiber resisted, before it simply came away, leaving her lower half entirely exposed to the males. The Wyvern looked on with a smug grin, whistling a single, low note. "Damn, Carcer did a number on her... The bitch is still dripping." He snickered, and Shadi began her struggles anew, trying to hide her shame, the cuffs around her wrists and ankles keeping her spread eagle for the males viewing pleasure.

And every one of them was more than happily taking in the view. Hwrong seemed especially keen, stroking along the length of his shaft, applying a generous coating of their special lubricant along his member with a quiet growl of approval. "She looks like one mighty tight squeeze Scion. Think you can fit that damned log of yours in that?" He taunted the group's leader in typical marine fashion. Any hole was a goal for these four in particular. Scion took the lubricant's tube from the Eastern dragon, slowly undoing his own belt and tossing it aside.

"Tighter bitches than this have fit. Besides, if it's good for your mother's dusty cooch, I'm sure it'll be just dandy for this little flower." The western dragon paid the insult in kind, a broad smirk crossing his muzzle. When he undid his fly and tugged his trousers down, his 'log' as it were came into Shadi's view, making her squirm and try to scream through the muzzle. "I think she likes the look of it. You can always tell by how much they squirm when they first see it." He snickered with a blunt sarcasm to his voice. "Don't worry little kitten. It gets better after the first foot."

"Yeah, just don't get the lube in your tip or it'll sting like a bitch." Marcose added with a flick of his bladed tail, leaving a small scratch mark along the wall of the cell.

"And just how would you know that, huh? Used it before?" The eastern dragon held back a laugh as he spoke, lewdly air humping at the wyvern.

"What can I tell you, your wife appreciated the extra attention." There was a crack of fist striking Jaw, and Scion snapped around with a roar that seemed to shake the cell. The two bickering males both pointed accusingly at each other.

"He swung first!" "He started it!"

"You're both like a pair of fucking children, you know that? Find a more creative outlet for your pissing contest." Scion rolled his eyes, before squeezing a generous dollop of the lube onto his paw, smearing the warm, slick gel along the ridges and spines coating the underside of his tapering length, his tip curling around one of his fingers in a show of his cock's prehensile nature.

Shadi had never seen anything like it, and it scared her. He must have been a good fifteen or more inches long, and the worm-like motions his cock made as it flexed made her want to beat her head until she blacked out into unconsciousness. Unfortunately for her, the collar around her neck held her quite firmly in place, and she cringed as a pair of fingers pressed up against her still sore nether lips. She could feel the cool gel on his digits smear wetly across her sex, and the effect was almost instantaneous.

She grit her teeth together as a mildly painful burning sensation spiked from everywhere the dragon had applied the nasty substance, rubbing it into her vulva and trying to get an even coating across her bare flesh. She writhed against her restraints, groaning in pain as the burn began to sink deeper with his fingers as he pressed them into her yielding yet unwilling body. At first it was a simple warm and wet feeling, that reminded her all too much of Isiat's deposit within her, making her want to gag and just get as far away from it as possible.

Then the burning sensation began in earnest, making her inside feel as if someone was holding a lighter against her sensitive skin. Unbeknownst to her, the gel was both a lubricant as well as a stimulant, the very reason Hwrong had chosen it. The painful sensation and warmth of the lube relaxed blood vessels while encouraging increased blood flow, and in a matter of seconds, her nethers were blooming, the tender flesh red and swollen, a similar physical effect to a female's heat, without the ovulation part. The gel also acted as a spermicide. The last thing needed for an interrogation was to accidently leave yourself with a bastard child afterwards.

Scions fingers stroked her with well-practiced moves, his index and middle digits smearing the slick gel around her insides, his thumb making small laps of her clitoris, engorged from the effects of the lubricant. He'd done this what must have been hundreds of times now. Typically, they either had, or found work to do on any given week. They kept themselves busy to say the least, and if extra persuasion was needed, they could always find willing volunteers to help from amongst the other guards. A rape line was an intimidating thing when you were the one at its head.

Shadi bit the end of her tongue in her muzzle, trying to distract herself from the pain by giving it another, less humiliating source. Her body was reacting how they wanted it to, but her mind was fighting the torment every inch of the way. She could feel herself tensing and clenching down around the Dragon's fingers as he spread the almost painful lube around inside of her, making her both want to scream and groan at the same time from the mixed signals her overwhelmed and stressed mind was receiving. When he finally pulled his fingers back from her with a wet sounding squelch, she almost wished he hadn't stopped just to delay what she knew would be coming next. Her paws clenched into fists, scratching her blunt claws against the solid steel floor.

"There, I think she's more than ready for this. Carcer did almost all the work for us." He jested with a flash of his teeth to the other males, all of them eyeing Shadi off like a hungry pack of wolves over some fresh meat. By this point, all of them were in some various point of undress, the Eastern the only one stripped down completely thus far. The fur drake was stripped above the waist, struggling with the knotted laces of his combat boots, while beside him, the Wyvern was already down to just his tank-top, his twin, smooth fleshed pricks jutting from the hidden slit of his sheath all to proudly. Scion was busily pulling his own pants down his legs, kicking them off into the corner.

Shadi felt more paws than just Scions on her a moment after closing her eyes again. "It's not happening, it's not happening..." She sobbed quietly to herself, barely audible thanks to the muzzle restricting her jaws, the self-assurance making Tarma laugh sadly as he grabbed at the top of her dress, getting a firm pawfull of her breasts in each of his leathery padded paws through the dress.

"Trust me love, it's happening, and you'd do well to stop squirming if you don't want this to be entirely unpleasant on you." He chuckled; the mane of fur flowing down his back matched the rest of him, a snowy white that stood in stark contrast to his pearlescent blue maleness, which he slowly lowered in front of Shadi's face, kneeling beside her head and giving her a good, long whiff of the rich musky scent pouring off him. His paws tore into the dress she wore with ease, scratching and ripping it above her breasts, carving a line around her torso, before going back to the center and tearing along the line of her belly, pulling the last shred's covering her modesty away. He grinned at what he saw.

"Well, well, the Admirals girl had a damned nice rack on her to boot. We freaking lucked out with this bitch..." He chuckled, his muzzle snaking in and flickering against her nipples, first one, then the other. Shadi tried to suppress her revulsion, but she couldn't help the sickening feeling welling at the back of her throat as his forked tongue roamed over her breasts, the chill left by the air on his saliva as it cooled making them harden into firm little perky nubs that he abused relentlessly.

"Alright, enough fucking around. Let's start the festivities, shall we?" Scion growled as he grabbed Shadi firmly by the ankles, lifting her hips clean off the ground as he pulled her feet up to his shoulders and over them, his cock tip wriggling and twisting as it came in contact with her heated sex. Shadi let out a muffled scream of terror, a moment before the fur drake's paw clipped her over the cheek firmly, but not painfully. Enough to warn her to stay quiet. Scion's length suddenly straightened like a spear, and with a low growl of approval, he slid within her.

Shadi cried out as the tip of his pole spread her outer lips apart, plunging into her body without a moment's hesitation. He sank into the wet, warm confines of her slit, the first five inches disappearing into her, his shaft only growing wider the deeper he went. Another two inches and he reached her cervix, murmuring with a sly smirk. "There, that's the easy part..." He growled to her, before with a firm, rough buck of his hips, Shadi yowled, his cock piercing past her cervix and into her womb, the base of his length feeling like it was tearing her in two, and he wasn't even done yet.

Slowly, despite Shadi's attempts to yank her hip back and off the male violating her, he pulled back, a slick squelch accompanying the motion, before he bucked back in again, another inch forcing its way into her over-stretched body, wet, warm splashes of pre-cum plastering her womb's walls. Screaming and biting her lip in both pain and terror, she writhed as much as she could, but it only seemed to encourage the dragon. "Ohh, she's a feisty one... Let's see if we can get that last bit in there." He rumbled, tightening his grip on her hips and sharply pulling her onto him as he thrust forward.

Shadi had never felt a sharper pain in her life than when the male's cock disappeared inside of her entirely, the first half of his length wriggling around in her womb lewdly while the base of his massive girth pulled her vulva agonizingly wide and taut. It was a miracle she didn't tear, but the gel was designed to help with that as well. She tasted blood in her mouth, and quickly released her tongue, her chest heaving as she sobbed. Scion didn't seem to care, slowly pulling his cock back and making his spines pluck at her passageway before filling her again, slowly thrusting into the feline beneath him in a steady rhythm.

"Well I'll be... She took it all. Tight little slut though..." He growled through teeth gritting in pleasure, his breeding pole throbbing and twitching within her thanks to the gel's blood engorging effect. Pre-cum leaked from the thin tip directly into her most sacred of places, violating her beyond a mere rape, as if he were tainting her body from its core. And the sheer volume of his leaking was liberally coating her insides on top of that, only making his passage into her body easier.

Shadi wanted to scream. She wanted to shout. She wanted to yell and cry and sob and thrash and claw until she had not a single drop of energy left in her to fight it any more. The western dragon was pulling at her hips each time he delved into her body, making sure that he got as deep as possible. Each time he pulled back, the fleshy, spine like nubs along the base of his shaft rubbed and pulled at her insides, making her back arch and her body howl in pain. It did nothing to make him slow though. If anything, the pace of this thrusting only picked up, the dragon more than a little eager to pump a load into their newest plaything, to be the first to claim her, as was his right as their leader.

He snarled out in pleasure, now that he was getting into it, the tight, velvety passageway gripping him like a vice. Still so recently plucked of her virginity, and thanks to the special lubricant he'd smeared along her insides, her blood swollen sex was as hot and tight as any sixteen year old teenager with the team quarterback. Her thrashing and struggles to get away only made her all the more pleasurable for him, and he smirked to Tarma, the fur drake slowly stroking himself with one paw while groping Shadi's right breast in the other.. "Why don't you join in? She has another hole to plug you know?" He growled, ploughing her cunt mercilessly with all sixteen inches of his dragon meat.

"Don't mind if I do boss..." Tarma smirked, moving his paw from her breast up to lightly brush across her cheek. She tried to turn her head to avoid the contact, even though the collar didn't allow her to. His fingers lightly pressed a small button on the side of her jaw, the muzzle forcing her mouth wide open. Before she could let out a scream of terror, his cock had filled her maw, snuffing the noise before it had a chance to escape her.

"Ahh, there! Much better! Now remember, not a tooth or we take the lot..." He threatened, wagging a finger back and forth before her eyes, his features staring evilly down at her. "Well? Suck bitch!" He shouted, grabbing the back of her head and forcing his entire length into her maw and down her throat. It felt oily and slick, the fur drake's natural pre-lubricants having a much slicker and thin consistency than the other males, which allowed his tapered shaft to glide down her throat effortlessly, more of his preseed leaning along her tongue.

She wanted to throw up more than anything in the world right then, but she fought back the urge as much as she could, closing her lips around the cock presented to her and gently suckling along his length, her tongue flicking across the underside of the vividly coloured shimmering prick. "There! Now keep it up bitch, you'll get a nice tasty reward for your work! Haha!" His taunts rang in her ears, making her wish she'd just stayed on the planet to die with the rest of the people left behind. He tasted salty but smooth, like someone pouring bitter oil across your tongue. It made her want to gag, but his cock in her throat didn't allow her. Only when he pulled back sharply did she begin to cough, gasping for air as her body tried to purge whatever had been blocking her air supply.

"Gah! Come on, you can do better than that bitch! Really fucking clean it up." Tarma snapped at her, presenting his cock once more before sliding the first half of his member into her forced open maw. "Now lick it up!" He commanded, the small feline's tongue meekly flicking over his tip and the length of his shaft. She shut her eyes again in revulsion. How had it all come to this? From the admiral's daughter to little more than a fuck-toy for these men to use at their leisure. She sobbed softly as she lapped at the fur drake's twitching member, a new wave of hot, wet tears streaking down her cheeks.

Tarma didn't care. He'd never cared if they cried, or begged or pleaded. If they could suck cock, they would suck him off. If they couldn't do that, then he'd just find another vacant hole to fill. He kneaded his paws in Shadi's hair slowly as she licked his tip, his pearlescent dragon hood rewarding her with a thick glob of his oily white precum. "Oh, good bitch, you're learning fast... Open wide." It was the only warning she had before he jammed the entirety of himself back down her throat, groaning in bliss.

Scion meanwhile was hammering away at her slit, her clenching walls making his cock throb in time with his pulse, soft pleasured huffs and pants escaping his maw as he rode her like a stallion would a mare. He would draw himself back until only a few inches of him remained nestled in her warm, snug little sex, before driving himself in until his hips slapped messily against her own. He made no attempts to be gentler than he would have been on any other prisoner that he was order to 'break in', but he did take caution to try and avoid tearing anything important. He could see the struggle she put up when Tarma's cock disappeared down her throat, the pair of males filling her from both ends.

It was the best job a man could get as far as he was concerned. He didn't have any relationship interests, like Hwrong did, but even then, the eastern dragon's wife was a nymphomaniac to say the least, and they'd all had their turns with her at one point or another, some time's even all four of them taking her the same night. She didn't care about what her husband did at work, so long as he fucked her good when he was on leave. He glanced over to the easterner with a smirk. He could tell just by the lusty look he had in his eyes that once he got his turn, he'd show them all up.

All four of them had developed a role to play in their little quartet of rapists. Scion was the largest, and he broke the females in, popping cherries and stretching them to their limits before dumping a load in their bellies for them to contemplate pregnancy in prison. They never told anyone it was impossible with the drugs each of them took on top of the spermicidal lubricants, it was purely psychological warfare. He took them hard and let them know just what was in store.

Tarma hated screamers with a passion, but he loved the sight of a bitch trying to choke down his load more than almost anything else in the world. He was the one who helped to loosen mouths and get people talking, humiliating, degrading, and cutting off their air with a thick wad of spunk as their reward at the end of it. When that didn't loosen them up enough, he was a backdoor kind of guy, loving to take bitches from behind hard and deep to make them scream and groan into the jaw-lock, their pleas and begging all but muted to the world.

Marcose, the wyvern... He and Hwrong completed a set, so to speak. Marcose could make almost anyone scream in terror, and used fear and the adrenaline rush it gave his victims to get himself off. He'd routinely pluck pressure points and bite and scratch while he fucked his bitches just to hear them cry out in pain, and his hemi-penises stuffed both of a females holes to capacity at once, leaving them a dripping, cum covered mess afterwards. When it came to males, he'd stuff them both in the same place just for the hell of it.

Hwrong though... He was almost always the last to take a turn, and he insisted on doing it alone. His technique was quick, and almost brutal on a female's body, but not once had he ever failed to make a victim climax like a whore while riding his shaft. He delivered the final blow, as it were. After being tortured, degraded, humiliated and fucked every which way possible, he made them convinced that in the end, they liked it. That they had enjoyed being raped. That their body had betrayed their mind, and gave in to their lust. That they may as well have just let him fuck them like a cheap whore would. It was his own blend of ingredients and a particular addition to the precum he secreted. It was an aphrodisiac.

After all of them had had their fun, be it a single climax each, or viciously gang-raping for an entire night, they'd leave their victim in their cell, covered in cum, and utterly unable to move... Heck, if a prisoner had been particularly resistant, often times they'd assign a guard and let the rest of the prison crew have their turn as well, only shutting down their fun when an officer finally came along to tell them so.

Scion grunted as he pounded into Shadi's body without remorse, not for a moment even slowing his pace, his cock twitching and squirming inside of her, poking along her insides and rubbing his tip against any more than sensitive areas. It was when he hit one such spot, Shadi moaned around the meaty girth in her muzzle, despite her best attempts to cut off the noise. Her body clenched when he stroked it again, and Scion smirked triumphantly. "Oh, I think she likes that spot..." He teased her, pressing his tip up against it each time he hilted her, his knot slowly beginning to form at the base of his shaft. He never let it leave her tight little body though. She was all but a virgin still, yet to be broken in, and if he tugged it free, he'd just tear her up trying to force it back inside. He let it swell, growing a little larger within her with each pulse of blood that surged from his heartbeat.

"Kitty's already had one knot today, but you'll fit plenty more in to that tight little twat of yours before we're done with you..." He snarled in pleasure, the feline beneath him sobbing from the pain and humiliation of having these males forcing themselves upon her. She couldn't have yelled or screamed even if she had wanted to at this point, her lips feeling swollen and her throat aching from the fur drake leisurely ploughing away at her muzzle, his oily preseed coating her throat like a film of salty slime that made her want to gag, but seemed to refuse to let her. She was just forced to accept it each time his length pushed into her windpipe, holding her breath as best she could, but to her, this was even worse than the catching collar had been.

She was nothing to these men less than nothing in fact. She knew nothing that she could tell them would make them stop, and even if she could lie her way out of her situation, she knew that the Commissar would still have her and throw her to his lackeys afterwards. She was beginning to doubt she would ever get her freedom back, if she ever managed to get out of here in one piece... Her paws gripped at the floor as if she could claw her way out of the cell and get away from her torture, away from the humiliating stares of her captors. If there had been a hole in the cell, Shadi would have thrown herself down it long ago.

She scratched at the steel floor desperately when Scion's knot began to bloom, stretching her aching passageway out further even than Isiat's knot had. The twinges of pleasure she felt from his cock tip stroking over her insides was nothing compared to the sharp pain that short through her each time the swollen bulb tugged against her insides, threatening to pop free, but never managing the feat, already too thick the escape the swollen female's passage. He grunted above her, his cock seeming to throb much more strongly inside of her.

"Ohhh, good little kitten... Fuck, gonna- Nggh" Scion huffed, his rough, scaly digits digging roughly into her hips as he sunk forwards as much as he could, a sudden warm wetness blossoming with Shadi's womb as the dragon climaxed within her, spilling his pent up load into their victim, the first of many to come. Each pulse of the draconic member inside of her body came with another splash of the dragon's rather large load, his internal testes pumping the messy white fluid out at an alarming rate as he emptied himself into her, giving the felines only recently deflowered sex a fresh coat of her violator's essence.

Shadi couldn't even put words to how she felt, her muzzle gagged by one male's length as the other poured into her abused and swollen body. She was little more than a toy to these males, just another fun day on the job for them, while she got to deal with the horror and humiliation of being raped a second time in less than an hour, her body sore and hurting from the short ordeal already. And looking up to the other three males yet to have their turns in her, she knew it would get much, much worse before it got better.

The dragon grunted above her, his length firing off the last dregs of his climax into her as his peak waned, his cum already pooling in the bottom of her womb along with Isiat's own deposit. He huffed as he caught his breath, smirking down at Shadi as she was forced to deep throat the fur drake. "Heh, tightest little bitch I've had this side of Kahldara... You boys are in for a treat." He chuckled darkly, the other males laughing quietly along with him.

"Fuck, you can see the bulge in her throat." The Wyvern grinned, stroking a paw across one of his two jutting lengths, slick preseed and lube coating both of his pale pink colored members. Little did Shadi know it, but he was next in their little line of fun, and his eagerness showed. He just couldn't wait to hear her begging for him while he nailed her nice and hard...

Shadi tried to blink the tears from her eyes, her vision going blurry around the edges. Her lungs were starting to ache from holding her breath while the fur drake used her muzzle as his own personal fuck hole, his oily preseed lacking anything resembling a pleasant taste. It made her stomach churn as he stuffed the pearlescent, knobby length down her throat, face fucking her with a tempo that was making her neck and jaw ache horribly. She gasped in a lungful of air when he pulled back once again for just a moment to let her breath, before the thick-tipped member plunged into her forced wide muzzle again. His girth wasn't nearly as long as Scion's, but it was thick all the way down from the almost canine like tip to the slowly rounding base, like an oval that had been stretched out.

The male's leaking tip had long since removed her gag reflex, and by the uncontrolled and frantic thrusts he was making, she knew it wouldn't be long before the third male of tonight had done his part in violating her. His own panting and pleasured huffs were more than enough of a sign of his impending climax, while Scion just slowly ground himself into her, his cock tip still stroking over her pleasured nerves deep inside her womb. She was fighting the urges to be sick and to moan amongst her thoughts of how depraved and low she was right now. How she was just here for their pleasure.

But moan she did when Scion's fingers went back to stroking over her clit while he waited for his knot to shrink, the most lewd and ashamed sound she'd ever heard escaping from her muzzle between muffled sobs around a male's fuck pole in her maw. "Ohh fuu- Do that again Scion, her throat rippling is like a fucking massage for your cock..." Tarma groaned with a pleasured smirk, and Scion complied, thumbing at her clit and brushing his prehensile length around inside of her. She tried to stay quiet, but the moan came unbidden from her larynx, making the fur drake's cock twitch in her maw, a pleased sigh escaping the male violating her maw.

She knew just what was coming when his paws gripped messed with her hair in a tight fist, pulling it slightly as he sunk his hips flush against her lips. "Mmm, here it comes, bitch..." He hissed through clenched teeth, drawing his hips back until his tip rested atop her tongue, one of his paws grabbing the muzzle forcing her jaws open and pressing it closed until her lips formed a tight seal around him. He growled as he looked her in the eyes with a mean, threatening glare that made Shadi feel like someone had dripped ice along her spine. "Every drop you little whore, or I'll be back for that tight little ass of yours..."

She nodded her head, or as much as she could... If she could just get these males to be done with her and leave her alone to lick her wounds, she would be okay, for now... If she could just hold herself together until her ordeal was over with, she could break down in peace. She braced herself for what was coming as the fur drake's length started to throb, twitching strongly with his pulse before with a feral snarl of pleasure, he burst inside her muzzle. His cum was a much thicker consistency than his preseed had been, like congealed oil that slid down her throat in the most repulsing sensation she had experienced yet, like an oyster sliding down her throat. She gagged as her muzzle rapidly filled with his salty and slick cum, doing her best to swallow it down so he would leave her alone already. She kept her lips tightly shut as her body tried to force the male's seed back up, but she resisted the urge as best she could, still fearing his threat of coming back after. When his orgasm finally did wane, and he pulled himself back from her still spread lips, looking into her open maw for any that she had missed. After a moment of checking, he grinned. "Check it out she's a natural dick suck!" He laughed, wiping his length off on the fur of her cheeks before he turned around, pacing over to her cot and sitting down beside the other two males, patiently waiting for Scion to pull himself from her.

"So, which of you two asshole's is next?"

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Isiat had since returned to his cabin, pacing around his large ornate table where Shadi's meal still sat all but untouched. Uxhi made quick work cleaning the place up at least, ferrying the dishes away to the kitchen area to wash up. "Quite an exciting night Sir, wasn't it?" He commented, as if to make idle small talk with his commander, the black furred vulpine's tail flicking back and forth as he scrubbed their plates of grime.

Isiat laid a paw atop the fine wooden table, drumming his fingers against the surface as if in deep concentration. Something about that feline just had his thoughts hooked, but for the life of him, he didn't know what it was... No doubt Scion and his men were breaking her in even now, and for the damnedest reason, for just a brief instant, that thought bothered him. "Yes, quite... Who all knows just who exactly she is onboard?" He fired the question back, walking across the plush carpet to his desk, where he rapped his knuckles against the green velvet lining twice. A small slot opened, a holo screen folding up out of the desk's framework.

Uxhi cocked his head for a moment in though. "Yourself, me, Scion and his four, plus the Commander, the XO, two lieutenants on the bridge crew, including the communications officer, and eight marines. Why do you ask, sir?" He quizzed. Ordinarily, it wouldn't have been his place to ask such questions, and any other officer would have reprimanded him for it, but John had been working with Isiat for so long that the two had a more casual approach to the normal military formalities. Typically, if Isiat knew something important, Uxhi did as well.

"I'd like to keep it that way, if it's all the same to you... The less people who know, the better in this case. If word of her capture got back to Admiral Stryker, all hell would break loose, and he'd mount another offensive first chance. We've only been winning because of weight of numbers, but our forces are concentrated at the front. We've only been leaving escort groups to defend the territory we've captured." Isiat explained, bringing up a map of the sub-sector on his holo display. "Our fleets have the numbers, yes, but how Admiral Grieland is deploying the fleet is ridiculous. His all or nothing approach is going to come back to bite him soon, just you wait. He'll lunge when he should wait, and it'll be a Galatea incident all over again..." The Galatea had been Admiral Grieland's flagship during the Romanov sector rebellion. Several kilometers in length, and with a fleet of fifty support and escort vessels, he had boasted that it was indomitable.

Then he had made the mistake of falling for a rebel lure in an asteroid field, and jumped his fleet in without so much as sending a recon flight first. The rebels had been there alright, but as soon as the Galatea entered the sector, she was assaulted by unguided asteroids that the rebels had attached thrusters to. Her hull was strong, but an impact with a several hundred ton piece of rock and iron had utterly crippled the mighty battleship, venting thirty percent of her crew into space before decompressions had buckled her hull line beyond repair. The remaining crew had been forced to abandon ship and scuttle the vessel. It had been a humiliating defeat for the Kahldarain forces, and for the rest of the campaign, Admiral Grieland had served in a rear-echelon capacity, managing logistics and supply movements.

"Of course sir. I understand. I'll do my best to ensure that word of her capture doesn't spread and to sanitize any rumors should they appear." Uxhi chuckled, stacking the plates neatly in a drying rack. The fox was as much of a butler to Isiat as he was a one man personal death squad with the lethal efficiency they only taught you in Special operations command, of which he had served for a number of years. His paws were as talented in his cooking as he was with his weapons, and though it was not often seen, he always kept a long double edged fighting knife strapped against his lower leg. It had never been there for decoration, but had seen more than its share of throats sliced.

"I would expect nothing less from you John. I wonder how Shadi is enjoying her treatment in the Brig... She's got a few hours yet before they lock her up again..." He pondered, his thoughts wandering once more to the feline as he stared idly at the map of the sector. She had to have some sort of knowledge that would be of use to them. Her father's habits, his routine, anything that could prove to be an Achilles heel for him. He would repeat her treatment again next week, he decided. Perhaps she would be more co-operative to his questioning then...

He swiped his paw over the hologram, making it disappear in an instant, the floating hologram replaced with his 'home screen' of sorts. Bringing up a fresh requisition form, he quickly signed in all his details, before pressing his thumb to the holo-screen's base, his thumbprint appearing in the corner of the form as means of a signature. Truth serums were one of the less frequently used tools of the political officer, but they had their times when they were required. Some subjects had a natural resistance to them, and others would spill the lot at even the smallest dose. While it was a long shot if she actually didn't know anything, it was worth a shot in his opinion. Most officers didn't rely on it because it took all the fun out of an interrogation.

Isiat wasn't as concerned about that part. He and his band of 'interrogators' would do as they pleased with her one way or another, even once all the useful information had been extracted from her. She was too fine a prize not to spend some time savoring and enjoying... Isiat was very much looking forward to his next meeting with her, but his timing was important... If you built up routine, prisoners became used to it, and the methods became less effective. If you left random length gaps between sessions, they never knew when you would return. Left long enough, they might even develop a little hope to crush when you did return. Interrogation was as much a science as psychology was.

Isiat had studied for ten years when he had first joined the service as a military psychologist with the commissariat, and then for another two years after that in Psy-Ops, working closely on military propaganda and moral strengthening methods before his latest posting as a Commissar. They were the most respected, feared, and inspiring of officers the Kahldarian military had to give, leading through fearless example, and punishing with frightening swiftness. And they were also one of the most overwhelmingly present forces as well, with no less than one Commissar to manage each company of troops, and a junior studying under him. It was almost impossible to get away with anything illicit under the watchful eye of the commissariat.

It was well within Isiat's power to have any man even suspected of harboring treasonous thoughts executed on the spot without trial, or to have a prisoner interrogated using whatever means he saw fit. On the opposite paw though, it was also his right to reward those prisoners who cooperated willingly, and to even offer them roles within the Kahldarian military, so long as their loyalty could be assured. They would never truly regain their freedom, but they could work to regain some semblance of it.

He knew Shadi would never truly be free, but he didn't doubt if she survived the brig decks long enough, he could find some menial tasks for her to perform in the galley or serving some of the officers as a personal aide. She could regain almost all aspects of her freedom, but she would always be under someone's thumb. Be it his or another officers, someone would always be keeping tabs on her for the rest of her life, and she would be forbidden from leaving Kahldarian space.

The odds were that she would never leave the sector if it wasn't onboard a Kahldarian military vessel, and even less that she would lead anything resembling a normal civilian life, a thought that gave Isiat a realization. "John... Who's the onboard chipper fellow?" He quizzed, using the slang title for the chief medical officer in charge of electronic tracking and data monitoring. Every Kahldarian citizen had one of the microchips installed into the back of their necks, and the Venolians did as well, before they rebelled. Few people chose to remove the electronic tags, a crime that warranted the death penalty. The chips could hold an entire lifetimes worth of data, family names, jobs held, previous felonies, ranks, addresses, everything the military and law enforcement agencies could need, as well as entire medical histories for doctors, amongst other things.

The fox paused a moment, drying his paws off on a small dishtowel in the Kahldarian black and red colours. "I'm not rightly sure sir. Should I contact the infirmary and make an appointment?" he quizzed, padding over to where Isiat stood.

"No, not an appointment... I just need a blank chip from him for the prisoner. I have another idea for it, but it may take some time to arrive. Until then, just have him send me up the blank chip through the pipeline, I will enter her information and rights myself." He waved the black furred male off dismissively. Uxhi bowed, before smartly turning on his heels and departing his commander's room, knowing he clearly wanted some time alone for this matter.

He needed time to arrange the details, but the sly fox had an idea what the Commissar had in mind for the feline's fate, and it was one more pleasant that a life in the brig for certain, depending on whose will she would be under. He padded along the hallway to a small row of glass divided phone's, picking up the first one he came to, and entering the infirmary's quick-code. "I need to speak to the medicae in charge of micro chipping. Commissariat matter." he added. It always made things happen faster when he added that line onto the end of his requests.

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Shadi whimpered softly as the males repositioned her. She had run out of tears to shed some time ago, the four males having decided a five minute break to let her recover from Scion and Tarma's treatment was in order before the next one was up, and she was dreading it. The Wyvern was eyeing her like a piece of sweet candy, his eyes darting to her still swollen and dripping slit as they forced her onto her paws and knees, clipping a chain around her tail to hold it upright, connected to one of the hooks in the ceiling. Hwrong seemed to chuckle at that. "See? I told you we'd have a use for them." He'd smirked as they had flagged her rump to the world. The chain was almost painfully tight, pulling on her spine and almost lifting her knees from the cold steel floor to hold her tail up.

Right now, the four of them had let her be for a few minutes while scion had recovered, and they all sat in a small circle behind her, just out of sight, but she could hear their amused bantering, and cards being passed around. The strong scent of cigar smoke clung to the air, but she hadn't really paid it much mind since they left her suspended in her most compromising position yet. She had been more focused on their words, but what she heard gave her no comfort for her immediate future.

"Okay, next hand gets her cunt. Ace is high/low on call, no folds." she heard the rasp of the wyvern's voice behind her, the rapid 'shick' of cards being dealt out between thoughtful murmurs and coins being placed on the table.

"Okay. Blinds are on me, I have twenty cred's, and I'll raise it another thirty..." Scion muttered. The round of bets went around. More coins hit the steel floor, clattering about, before they dropped their cards, each revealing his hand. She felt a paw strike her rear firmly, making her jump at let out a startled yelp. They had at least had the mercy to remove the muzzle from her for now so she could close her mouth and breathe normally...

"Oh! And it's Marcose with the royal court. Jester, page, lady, lord and ace high. How do you like that!" the wyvern shouted, grinning smugly from ear to ear. His paw struck her rump again, making her cry out at the sudden sharp pain, squirming in discomfort as he wriggled a pair of his fingers between her so recently violated nether lips. His digits twisted and stroked across her swollen insides, making her body jolt at the rough, but at the same time pleasurable touch. He laughed when he found a particularly sensitive spot just inside of her, his fingers curling to reach and stimulate it as his thumb rubbed harshly over her clit, making her entire lower body jump at the almost overwhelming stimuli. She all but cried out when he didn't let up the attention for another good twenty seconds, rubbing and abusing her pleasure centers without any regard for her until her felt her cunt clench around him, her body leaking her natural lubricants messily over his fingers.

"There you go, get that cunt of yours all nice and messy..." The Wyvern smirked, vigorously finger fucking her for a moment longer before pulling his paw back, a slick string of lube, her own body's secretions, and the two males cum clinging between his digits. He leaned over her back, grabbing the scruff of her neck and twisting her head around to look at him, before his forked tongue flicked out and licked the combined sex fluids from his digits, letting out a low growl of approval as he sneered at her lustfully.

"If it weren't for those two fucks that had you first, you'd be as sweet as summer wine... I think I fancy me a bit of a meal of you first before I take that sweet little slit of yours." He chuckled, gripping her plump ass cheeks in his paws and spreading them apart, leaning his muzzle in, the wingless dragon getting a pawfull of the voluptuous feline's body. His hot breath blew across her nethers, making her shiver again, knowing now that her break was over now, and likely would be until they were done with her once more.

His tongue was long and thin, in typical reptile fashion, the forked tongue tickling her outer lips for a moment before is plunged into her like a spear and whipped back out again, the raspy surface of his oral muscle sending tingles of pleasure along her spine, try as she might to fight it. Her body was beginning to react more strongly to the male's torture, despite her utter revulsion with what they were doing to her. Now that the lube had had time to work itself into her system, along with Tarma's aphrodisiac like cum she'd been forced to swallow, her body had become far more willing to submit to their treatment than her mind had.

She tried to scream again when the muzzle around her jaws snapped shut again, making her teeth clack together almost painfully, silencing her protests before she had a chance to even make them. Tarma laughed, padding away from where he had slid down beside her muzzle, his pearlescent cock once again at full mast. Here! I'd have stuffed your maw again given the chance, but you see, Marcose here likes the screamers." As if on cue, the wyvern growled from beneath Shadi's tail, pulling his tongue from her slick cunt long enough to glare daggers at the fur-drake. "...Which is why I'm going to open your muzzle again, and you're going to yelp like he was beating you."

Shadi tried to squirm free once again, hoping that perhaps the cuffs restraining her would have lost some of their power over the time they had been on her, but it was no good. His tongue slipped once more into her swollen and cum streaked sex, rasping over her insides like a warm, wet piece of sandpaper. Woe as she would have been to admit it, the dragon's tongue was still the most pleasant of the sensations they had forced her to feel yet, and that only made her hate them all the more. She would have willing wished death upon them, these four and that Keynari bastard who led them. Painful, torturous and slow deaths at that.

But just to spite the Wyvern, she bit her tongue. She refused to make so much as a cry, a sob, a whimper, any sound at all. She would show them she was not so easy to break, and now that she knew he wanted her to scream, she simply refused to. For her own honor and dignity's sake, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of it. He huffed in annoyance a few moments later, pulling his tongue from her body and baring his teeth.

"Wrong move, you smug little bitch. I'll have you scream for me one way or another..." He snarled, before he lunged in, biting her harshly on the side of her thigh, hard enough to bruise her skin and make her wince in pain. She could taste blood in her mouth, even with her muzzle force open from where her molars had crushed her tongue, but true to herself, she did not make a sound. Her paws balled into small fists, and her entire body tensed up, but she forced herself not to give him a reaction.

Marcose went to lunge in again when Scion's paw clasped him firmly on the shoulder. "Hey! You know the arrangement. She has to be in one piece when we're done, and unbloodied, unlike the other ones. Carcer wants to keep her presentable, and we all know how you get. You're as bad as bloody Hwrong's brother..." The red dragon muttered, to which the wyvern simply uttered a short laugh.

_"Please, I don't get off on killing them at least."_He returned, before Hwrong cut him off by clearing his throat.

_"I'd really rather not discuss my family while we're working. Marcose, didn't you have a cunt you were meant to be fucking?"_Hwrong chided him, the eastern dragon tutting dismissively with a wave of his paw. He worried Shadi the most out of all of the males in the room, simply because he hadn't done anything to her yet, and it scared her more than the male lining himself up behind her now. When the Eastern Dragon's eyes met hers, she shied away, afraid to be seen looking at him. His gaze had a leer to it that made ice shoot down her spine.

When she felt a hot wetness dripping down her rump, she finally snapped back to the present, clamping her eyes shut in preparation for what was going to come next... She had seen more than she had wanted to of the Wyverns twin lengths, and when he forced himself into her and his teeth closed down around her tail, her greatest feat was not to scream. She had never been... Taken, in that particular area, nor had she ever so much as tried putting anything there, the virgin feline snarling silently as the Wyverns twin girths slid into her painfully stretched body.

He pummeled her body mercilessly, the twin tapered spires of fuck meat spearing into her body like hot rods of iron, making her grimace and scratch at the floor to help bear the agonizing pain. Her rump was forced apart, spread wide around the slick, dark hemi-penis that pushed into her virgin rear, its twin slipping inside her abused and swollen sex. Her body tensed and tightened around the invaders, trying to force the male out of her, but he did not stop until his smooth reptilian hips came flush with her own, his lengths hosing her insides with slick pre-cum.

All that Marcose did was grunt. Grunt, and fuck her as if she were some common whore on the street, giving her no time at all to adjust to the pair of intrusions into her sore and aching body. His thrusts were as brutal as they were quick and painful, the male going at her like a jackhammer, the agonizing pace of his thrusting making her bite her tongue again, and hard at that.

She refused to give in; she wasn't going to scream for him, or any of these brutes, these rapists. She tried to control her breathing to distract herself from the frenzied fucking she was being forced to endure, sharp pain and mingled pleasure arcing up her spine in a twisted perversion of what mating was supposed to be, the wyverns grunts and groans around where his teeth had clamped around her tail the only noises he made, almost equally as quiet as her. She could tell her silence was just making him more pissed off however, judging by the way he was putting more force into his thrusting.

"Ngghh, come on you little bitch, scream for me, before I pop a load into that that tight little ass and cunt of yours!" He snarled through gritted teeth. Clearly, he wasn't going to last nearly as long as the other males had at the rapid pace he was setting, but that was just fine for Shadi, the sooner he was done with her, the sooner he would leave her be. She could feel the warm splashes of his preseed seeping from the twin lengths, making wet sloshing noises with each thrust of his hips.

The wyvern's internal testes were churning up a storm, ready to spray their contents into the tight feline hugging his twin breeding poles so damned well. Virgins were always the tightest, and her body was clenching down on him whenever he closed his teeth around her tail, making his twin cocks throb all the more eagerly inside of her, his quick, messy thrusts driving him closer and closer to the edge. He growled, tugging harshly on her tail as he bit down, frustrated with her silence. "Scream you bitch!"

She kept herself as silent as she could, but his thrusts were having a strongly undesired effect on the bound feline. She could feel her own pleasure rising. After have two males use her already, her body was sore and swollen, yet through all of that, there was still the smallest amounts of pleasure seeping through the haze, and it was building up. She could feel it creeping up on her, and she as doing everything in her power to avoid it from reaching fruition. As much as her orgasm would have helped her cope with the pain in her body, it was the last thing she wanted to give these males the satisfaction of.

His paws shifted, grabbing her hips firmly in his massive hands, tugging her back painfully onto his impaling girths, his hips coming flush to hers. He held her there, huffing and panting as his cocks inside of her twitched erratically. With sickening warmth, she felt the fourth male of tonight claim her used body, spraying his essence into her tail hole and her sex in strong throbs that reminded her just what was being pumped into her. For the first time tonight, she worried about what might come from all this, even out of her season...

She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the intrusive feeling, but it did little good, the Wyvern's climax must have lasted a good minute and a half, pumping an unnatural amount of his vile seed into her body until it was leaking almost freely from both of her stretched holes. "Courtesy of yours truly... Enjoy that load, you little slut... I'll have to have her next week to make sure it takes." He taunted her, and Shadi froze up, tensing as he unceremoniously tugged his still dripping members free of her, stroking his upper length a few times to spray down her rump cheeks. The last thing she wanted was to end up pregnant with any of these male's spawn, but already she had taken three different males into her unprotected sex, and all of them had made a point to empty themselves as deep into her as they could reach.

He ungracefully staggered back to her cot on the side, immediately shoving Hwrong aside to free up space for him to lay down with a contented sigh. "I haven't had a bitch quite that tight in a damned long time..." and then he turned to face Shadi, smirking almost evilly. "I'm looking forward to getting to know you a lot more intimately little kitty..." He taunted her, his bladed tail flicking back and forth almost menacingly. The other's chuckled in agreement as Hwrong stood, the eastern dragon's mane flowing down his spine, stark white in defining contrast to his dark scaled hide.

"Please, such crudeness..." He spoke with a slow, elegant and refined tone to his voice, crouching down beside Shadi and gently pressing the release for her muzzle, letting it fall from her head as he undid the straps. "Is it really so necessary for you all to torment the poor girl? Still but a whelpling, and yet already introduced so harshly to the cruel reality.... Not all of it has to be pain, Miss Stryker... For with pain there must too be pleasure to balance it... Tell me dear girl, would you like me to bring you pleasures untold, yet unknown to your young body?" He asked her, trying to sound as sweet and sincere as possible, but she wasn't going to fall for his tricks.

"Sure... Give me your knife. Nothing would make me more pleased than to drive it into your chest..." She hissed, turning her head and spitting at his feet, the dragon looking genuinely taken aback. By this point, most females would have given in to him trying to play the good cop, so to speak, and been ready to divulge some measure of information, even falsities. She was a fierce one this Shadi, but he would break her all the same. No woman could resist for too long, after all...

'Such a cruel thing to say... I have no interest in hurting you girl. All we want to know is what you know of your father's plans. Cooperate enough, and maybe the Commissar will arrange to have you returned in exchange for some of our men." He hissed slowly, that same smooth, cool tone he used like running water over a stone, threatening to wear her resistance down. He wasn't like the others, he didn't degrade her or try to break her the same way they did, but his methods were no less twisted than theirs. She knew damned well what he was trying to accomplish by being 'the nice one', and she wasn't falling for it.

"Well you're shit out of luck... I can't tell you what I don't know." She snapped, whipping her head around with a snarl as he ran a paw slowly along the false 'mane' that trailed her spine, his fingers brushing down the fur slowly. He let out an amused sounding rumble, and for some reason, it chilled Shadi to her very core.

"Of course, I understand that entirely. Nobody ever does the first time they're interrogated, least of all someone as important as an admiral's daughter." He all but purred out, seeming entirely delighted with her resistance. It wasn't often he had a challenge like her to enjoy, and he planned on enjoying her to the fullest extent he possibly could. His paw gently curled into a fist, gripping the soft fur of her mane before releasing it again and running his paw down towards her raised tail. "I do not doubt for a moment that you know more than you are letting on, but by all means, keep it to yourself for now... Perhaps later it may be of some help to you when you finally want all this to end... I promise you though, I will force your body to enjoy what I am about to do, if you like it or not. Gentlemen, give me the room."

He turned back to the other three, who had already begun pulling their uniforms back on, re-lacing boots and pulling zips closed. "You heard him, let's give these two some privacy..." Scion chuckled, giving the order with a flick of his paw. They left his rifle sitting in the corner of the room, along with the bag of 'tools' they had dragged in at the very beginning of all this... Suddenly, as the steel door closed with a thump, Shadi felt very, very alone and vulnerable in the cell.

The eastern dragon's paw roamed down to her behind, gently cupping her shapely rear, making Shadi snarl in protest. "If you think you can scare me like this-" She started, before he shoved two digits smoothly under her tail into her still dripping sex.

"If I was aiming to scare you, I would have brought my brother and let him have you instead. I am not here to terrorize you or hurt you, I'm here to please you, against your will if need be. I could see how close you were getting with that brute of a Wyvern, the look is not one that escapes me, and it is one I have seen more than my share of. It was all over your muzzle, do not try and hide it from me. I'll see you to that peak and over again and again by the time I am done..." He smirked, and as it sank in, that threat scared her more than anything else they had done so far.

He fingered her slowly at first, sending the barest twinges of pleasure up her spine with a clearly well practiced touch, like he knew exactly where to rub and just for how long before moving his digits about some more within her well slickened body. Despite her all but furious squirming, he managed to slip his fingers deeper still into her, frigging her gently with his smooth scaled paws. Shadi for her part bit her tongue for the numbereth time that she had lost count of in the last hour, trying not to moan as her body tensed from the dragon's touch, her nerves like violin strings and his fingers the bow, playing her with the skill of an artist.

Shadi's mind was screaming at her to kick out at him, to thrash and fight and resist his touch, but her body was not listening, the bindings around her wrists and ankles still keeping her firmly in place, as much as she tried to escape the bindings. They refused to budge, but her struggles did seem to amuse the eastern dragon to no end, his quiet chuckling only breaking the silence aside from the quiet rattling of her restraints.

"If you wanted me to let you out of those, asking would be a much quicker way of going about it you know?" He seemed to tease her with the idea of freedom, his fingers within her twisting and wriggling in ways that made her want to cry out in pleasure, but she couldn't let herself do that, not for any one of those damned males, and she certainly wasn't going to ask for anything from them. She wouldn't give them anything to hold over her later. She simply grit her teeth and kept silent, trying to pull her hips as far from him as she could, but the ring around her tail stopped her in her tracks, the sharp tug against her spine keeping her in place.

His free paw gripped at the very base of the long furred appendage, squeezing in a gentle sort of way, before he ran his digits up her tail's length, scratching his claws lightly across her flesh beneath the fur. The sensation made her want to arch her back and purr, and combined with the sensations coming from her tender nethers, it was utterly blissful, but for the life of her she couldn't give in and let it show.

After a moment, he slowly pulled his digits from her sex, the dark scaled fingers coming out slick and coated in a fine layer of cum, the dragon spreading them apart slowly, watching the sticky fluid string between his digits with an almost lucid fascination. His eyes returned to her slowly, the dragon letting out a long, slow purring like sound as he examined it, turning his paw over with an elaborate slowness. "Such a shame those brutes were even allowed to lay their paws upon such a fine female... I shall simply have to have you to myself without the others to spoil our fun..." He snickered softly, letting his paw upon her tail slowly trail downwards until he was grabbing a paw full of her soft behind.

The idea of him coming back for visits on his own scared Shadi... She still didn't know just what this male had planned for her, but she had quite a reliably close idea in her head, and it didn't give her any comfort to think about it. The way he touched her, just brushing and lightly stroking her body made her want to jerk away; She'd rather he be beating her than this... Though when he paws left her body for the briefest of moments, she tensed, just waiting for whatever was to come next...

Instead of pain or something probing at her body or the dragon pulling himself over her, she felt weight return to her wrists and ankles, the cuffs holding her in place suddenly powering down and releasing her. Quick as a startled hare, she scrambled across to her cot, pulling herself into the corner against the wall, looking at the dragon with her fierce, but almost terrified gaze. It took her a moment to realize she was still bare, and she blushed hotly, pulling her knees up against her chest and covering herself with her paws, only seeming to earn a soft chuckle from Hwrong.

His golden eyes seemed to follow her, tracing across her body with a strange soft, but still lustful gaze, almost as if he were admiring her, taking in every detail as if her paws weren't there at all to cover herself. She tried to huddle up and make herself as small and covered as possible, but her curvy figure meant that part of her was always showing no matter what she tried. It only seemed to amuse him further, and a smile cracked across the dragon's lips.

"You do realize that I've already seen all you have to offer taken and used by three separate men by now? And besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of..." He nodded slowly, reaching over to his discarded kit, and fetching his canteen from the pile, sliding the metal canister across the floor to her. "There, it's water. Drink. No doubt you're parched." He insisted, motioning towards the dented container. Shadi didn't so much as move, not trusting it in the slightest. He could have put any number of substances into it, and she'd have sooner drank from the small sink in her cell's corner.

After a moment, he raised himself up, stepping over to retrieve the canteen, tossing it back with his gear uncaringly, apparently indifferent to her reaction. "Suit yourself girl, but no matter how you look at it, this all ends one way. I'm just trying to make it pleasant for you..." He shrugged, before almost lightning quick, faster than Shadi's eyes could follow, he was upon her, his upper set of arms grabbing her wrists and tugging her upright, and holding her firmly against the wall, her legs thrashing wildly as she was lifted from the ground.

Her heels battered against the cold wall for the briefest moment before his second set of arms grabbed those as well in a firm, careful grip, spreading her out and allowing him to step as close to her as he could- her hot fur against smooth scales, rubbing against her like slick glass.

His face was inches from her own, and she had to jerk her head to the side to keep their muzzles apart- he so wasn't kissing her. She'd rip the scales out of his muzzle with her teeth before he was going to take her first kiss from her too! She was done giving to these Khaldarains, they weren't getting another damn thing from her!

With an angry shriek, she bucked her body and writhed against him, whipping her head around to his face, her teeth flashing in the yellow light of her cell. Her teeth met empty air, inches before his grinning face.

"Easy girl!" He laughed, making her eyes flash with rage. Before she could mount another attack, she felt herself jammed against the wall once more- her arms and legs banging almost painfully against the harsh, cold metal.

"There we go- wiggle all you want; it's just going to get your blood all hot..." He teased her, taking a step back to admire his handy work. The binds weren't his favorite part of his job- but he had to admit, the magnetized metal cuffs were a necessity with the ones who fought, holding them down just made pleasuring them harder.

His captive just screamed again, snarling and looking about frantically, her body literally held suspended and spread eagle above the floor, her long tail flicking back and forth in a much similar, though much more aggressive way than his own did. He stepped back in, crouching down as his four paws gripped the midway point of her tail firmly, grabbing the magnetic hook they had used to secure the heavy set appendage to the ceiling earlier, shoving it against the floor before it to snapped in place, the feline growling like a lioness at him in protest of her bindings. His eyes darted to her exposed slit between her legs, still dripping with the glistening shine of her unwilling arousal.

Shadi saw just where he was looking, snarling fiercely at him. "Don't you dare or I'll-"

"You'll what? You're hardly in any position to bargain, let alone make threats. You have little power over anything right now, as I'm going to demonstrate to you very, very soon. If I wanted to eat you out until you screamed like a whore, I will. If I want to fuck you until you're raw and bleeding, I can, and if I wanted to get my rifle and frig that little cunt of yours on the barrel, well, I could do that as well. You see my point? You are my prisoner now, and I may as well be your god, because what I say here goes, do I make myself clear little pet?" He snapped back at her, silencing her protests once and for all as her ears folded backwards in unwilling submission.

With an almost startling quickness, the dragon harrumphed, before grabbing her thighs with his paws, pulling his muzzle in between her spread thighs, a long, evidently pleased growl escaping his lips. "Good... Now that that is all out of the way... You may as well try and enjoy this. It will not become any easier with the others..." He advised her, his forked reptilian tongue flickering from between his lips to lightly grace across her swollen, puffy nether lips, sore and abused from the last hour's rapes. His touch was far gentler than the other males had been, almost careful in the way his tongue stroked over her outer lips, rather than forcing himself into her like the other had...

He savored her sweet taste, polluted as it was with the seed of the others, just gently brushing his sleek oral muscle over her bright pink sex, slow, deliberate drags of his tongue that made her arousal gather between licks. Shadi squirmed, her muzzle gasping open entirely unbidden, the base of her tail twitching when his tongue made contact with her oversensitive flesh. She couldn't stand the feeling of it, but try as she might, she couldn't deny the sharp sensations of pleasure that he was giving her with his persistent cunilingus.

Against her minds wishes, she could feel her body growing hotter and wetter with each stroke of his thin, forked tongue, the agile muscle's flat surface rubbing over her most intimate of places with the fineness of an artist's brush, each stroke painting a line of pleasure from her sex to her brain, try as she might to deny the feelings. She was warm all over after a bare thirty seconds of his treatment, the eastern dragon knowing his way around a woman's body like he knew the back of his paws, gently kneading into the plush insides of her thighs.

His digits tangled in the short fur, pulling at it in gentle tugs that sent the barest amounts of pain along her nerves to compliment the pleasure he was giving her, the sharp sensations only seeming to add to her unwilling enjoyment. She didn't want him to do any of this to her, but she was quite literally at his mercy, and there was nothing at this point that he could do to her that hadn't already been done. Or so she thought.

With a deft and decisive flicking of his tongues forked tips, he brushed the sharp ends of his taste buds across the feline's clit, the nub already firm and erect in response to the lubricant, the rough, hard sex, and his tongues attentions combined. He seemed to home in on it, his tongue slowly retracting into his muzzle as his lips moved closer to her swollen sex, like he was winding his muzzle in between her spread thighs, until he was but bare millimeters from kissing her cunt in a lewd and naughty way. Shadi made an almost pathetically quiet growl, trying to sound threatening to make him back away, but instead, he simply closed his lips around the very tip of her sex.

His tongue lapped over the taut bundle of nerves as he sealed his lips on her clit, suckling ever so lightly but with a response that was as electric in nature as it was in speed. Shadi's breath left her lungs in a low sigh that she hadn't at all meant to give him, before it was sucked back in just as quickly as she gasped, the eastern dragon taking in her rich, hot scent as he bathed her clitoris in his skilled attentions. That familiar rising from between her legs was beginning to return in force, each slick pass of his tongue making her hips rock slightly against her mind's will, the little feline biting her lip. Her body felt like a tightly wound spring, just waiting to be released, but she'd have rather kept that pressure and tension forever than let it out for this sleaze of a male.

Her sharp teeth dug into her lower lip as she tried desperately to stifle another moan working its way up her throat, the male's tongue never entering her, simply lavishing instead over her outer lips like she was a delicacy to be enjoyed by the dragon, and enjoy her he did. A low rumble echoed from his throat, sending soft vibrations running through her sex that made her want to pant and writhe and moan like she were in her first heat all over, rolling about on her bedroom floor with a vibrator held between her thighs.

She quickly banished the thoughts to the back of her head, scolding herself wordlessly. She was exhausted, physically and mentally, and it was beginning to show. Her body wanted nothing more than to just hang limp and let the male take the pains so recently struck into some far off recess of her mind and replace them with pleasure, but what part of her conscious mind was still functioning fought it with everything the bound feline had to offer. She squeezed her eyes shut as his tongue roamed freely and without restraint over her exposed gender, a quiet, pathetic mewl of pleasure escaping from her. She knew she was about to lose that fight any second.

"That's it little kitten, enjoy yourself, just relax and let your body come for me..." Hwrong all but purred out as she tried vainly to clamp her thighs shut, squirming and wriggling as the pleasure built to an unavoidable peak that she never wanted to reach. Regardless, another brief flickering of his tongue's tip against her clitoris sent her there, and right over the other side, making her cry out hoarsely.

"No no no..." She gasped, but before she had a chance to continue her string of protests any further, his tongue spread her folds, slipping a single inch inside of her body an instant before her body clenched down around him, a wet, hot gush of her arousal coating her insides and spilling onto his muzzle and nose, all the while the dragon merrily growling his approval and drinking her female cum down as if it were a fine elixir. She blushed a hot red at the tip of her nose and her nipples, her exposed flesh brightening as she rode out the climax, the eastern dragons skilled, sinful tongue only seeming to prolong the experience for her, drawing it out a little more with each swipe of the flexible oral muscle, making her humiliation last longer than any climax she'd ever given herself.

She gasped sharply as soon as her body un-tensed itself, letting her breath again after the shuddering, blissful climax. Panting heavily, she looked down, the dragon having moved his muzzle back with a shit eating grin stretched over his muzzle, clearly proud of his achievement. "There is yet to be a female I've been unable to please, but the best is yet to come..." He spoke with a flicker of his tongue, tasting her rich scent on the air. She was a tough one, no doubt, but she was just as susceptible to his methods as any female was...

Hwrong's quartet of paws slowly slithered their way up her thighs, caressing the curve of her broad hips, tracing her curvy, plump figure until his uppermost set were stroking over her breasts lightly, his lower pair at her hips as he rose up, his head coming level with her own. Shadi turned her head away, still blushing a bright beet red, refusing to look at the dragon. He merely chuckled at her slowly, his tongue flicking out and making her cringe as he licked across her cheek. "You're just ripe if you ask me... A perfect little woman." His voice whispering in her ear made her shudder, the fur along her spine standing on end.

She knew what was coming next, but at least she knew it would be hopefully the last time anyone laid paws on her tonight. When she felt his length rubbing against the inside of her thigh slowly, a perverse part of her mind tensed in anticipation, while the rest of her fought back what little revulsion she could draw upon, the poor abused female all but burned out already after the last four males... the fact that she knew she would more than likely be getting off around his length was just as sickening as the act itself to her, but what else was she to do? She couldn't escape, she couldn't fight back. There was little she really could do.

While she didn't want to enjoy it, she knew that her body was all but craving it, the heat between her legs only growing when his tapered tip pressed up against her hot, moist nethers. It slid lewdly between her folds, never quite entering her body, but rather just slipping up and down her sex, creating an intense rubbing sensation that made her thighs shake with her body's anticipation. That reaction only seemed to spur him on though, as he reached one of his paws up, grapping Shadi's right wrist and releasing the magnetic cuff's field, pulling her paw down with ease despite her soft struggles.

She didn't look, but she knew just what he wanted when her fingertips came in contact with the thick purple dragon hood's midsection, the male forcing her fingers to wrap around his length, individual digits separated by the fleshy barbs, similar to what Scion had possessed, and she knew all too well just the effect they had on a female's body. _"There you are little kitten... You know you want this, just guide me into you, and I promise you the most pleasure you'll ever feel in your life..."_He hissed quietly in her ear, the raspy sound of his reptilian ancestry making her shiver.

But her paw did not move. She couldn't, it was just too much... To know that he was going to rape her, and that he wanted HER to be the one who instigated their coupling. She shook her head back and forth, her eyes shut in denial. One of his paws grabbed her chin, forcing her muzzle towards him, shaking her slightly in his grip. "This is not a game, girl. Lead me into you, or I will find somewhere else to force it." He snapped at her, and Shadi jumped. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the head of his cock down slowly, as if she were just trying to draw out the inevitable fate he had in store for her. After a moment, he was lined up with her quivering entrance, choking back a sob. "There, much better... Now the real fun can begin..."

Without missing a beat, he began to slide his hips forwards, the sleek tip of his length parting her folds effortlessly, slipping slowly deeper with a low, pleased murmur as his cock sank into her. Shadi could feel each and every detail as he claimed her, the first nubby barb slipping into her unprotected body with a wet slap as it folded down to enter her before springing back up once he had pierced into her tunnel. And hate herself as much as she could, but she was enjoying it far more than she should have. Her mouth hung ajar in a soundless gasp as all twelve inches of dragon meat was forced into her, until his tip nestled snuggly against her cervix, splashes of his preseed coating the barrier messily.

When he pulled back, the barbs raked along the bottom of her passage, a hot moan passing her lips as the pleasure surged through her nerves like liquid fire, making her blush ashamedly. Hwrong just growled at her lustfully, sliding back into his tight little victim with a wet sounding squelch, his cock once again bottoming out inside of her. He wasn't like the others in the way he claimed her though. He was smoother, more composed, each thrust hitting exactly where he meant it to, and never at anything more than a leisurely pace. He played her body like a pianist would a piano, with skill and control he'd built up over the thousands of subjects he'd had, not to mention the thousands of times with his wife.

She was at the back of his mind right now however, the tight little cunt gripping his length by far the tightest female he'd ever had the pleasure of raping. His paws at her breasts squeezed and tweaked with her nipples periodically, making the feline's body clench and tighten around him, only coaxing more of his pre-cum from his leaking tip deep within her. The sounds of her unwilling gasps and moans and groans were like the sweetest music to his ears, each one making his cock throb within her swollen body, her belly slightly rounded from the volume of seed packed away in her belly. He was loving it though, and the thought of adding his own to that naughty mix was as exciting as ever.

Shadi had given up. She couldn't take it anymore. From the aphrodisiac dragon spunk and the gel that induced a heat-like state in her, her poor body was simply overwhelmed with sensations. Her nethers throbbed in time with her heart beat, the swollen and puffy inner passage of her sex clenching like a vice around the dragon hood impaled within her. She could feel each time the male pulled back in exquisite, excruciating detail, the way his barbs caught and tugged at her body, sending waves of heat and ecstasy up her spine, the way each vein that bulged on the smooth surface of his prick pushed against her insides, the warm splashes against her cervix whenever he bottomed out within her.

She didn't want to acknowledge the pleasure that was rapidly building up once again, but there was nothing she could do to stop it at this point. She was too tired, too worn down, and feeling pleasure was better than feeling nothing at all... She gave herself in to him. Her muzzle opened as he began to pick up his pace, just slightly at first, but growing a little more with each thrust, just like the knot at the base of his length.

As soon as he sensed she was giving in, his paws left her pillowy breasts, reaching up and deactivating the magnetic cuffs entirely. As he thought, as soon as she felt herself begin to fall, her paws and legs wrapped around his shoulders and waist, holding herself to him as he pressed the feline back against the wall. He began to rut her truly, each moan in his ear bringing her and him both a little closer to their peaks as he bred her like a proper woman.

She cried out when her first climax hit, her body gripping around him as her inner muscles went into overdrive, almost massaging his entire length like she was trying to draw him in deeper still. Hot, wet kitten cum coated his member, and he had to pull himself back sharply to hold off his own climax, the dragon panting breathlessly.

Shadi whined in protest as he carried her to the cot, setting her down on her back atop the mattress, before he reached down into one of the bags the males had left, fetching out a small silver cock-ring. He climbed back up onto the bed, slipping the glistening band around the top of his knot, before without another moment of hesitation, he pushed her down and slid back into her swollen sex.

Shadi felt the effect almost instantly, the ring buzzing and vibrating inside of her whenever he thrust in deep, his knot stretching her lips out each time he hilted her. She moaned and writhed under him, blunted claws raking along his back as she quickly came a second time from the sinful stimulation. She knew it was wrong, so very, very wrong of her to be enjoying her own rape, but what choices did she have? At least it took her mind away from the pain...

Hwrong for his part had almost needed the ring to keep himself from finishing too soon. She was so tight and hot, it was hard for the dragon to keep himself from shooting off each time he felt her cervix pressed against his tip. He was still leaking like a tap, but the vibrating ring wasn't going to keep him from popping for long. His paws held her shoulders down to the bed while his lower set of arms pulled her hips up into his, wet, messy slapping echoing from the coupling pair. His cock twitched erratically, and his pace wasn't getting any slower in a hurry.

He was determined to breed this bitch well and proper, to hear her cry out as he flooded her belly with his spunk. It was hardly rape when every one of the bitches was practically begging for it by the end. He ground his knot against her, the ring buzzing against her clit and making Shadi squeal at the sharp rush of pleasure that sent her toppling into a third climax in quick succession to the last one, his knot prying her sex apart bit by bit as he tried to force the ballooned knob of flesh within her.

It was far too late for that though, the bulb already at its full size, and try as he might, it wasn't going to fit inside the swollen and so recently virgin female. It didn't stop him from bringing her to a fourth climax trying however, not did it stop him from biting down into her shoulder as his balls began to churn, and his length began to jump inside of her.

Shadi felt the first hot splashes of the eastern dragon's cum running along his cock before they fired out into her, the little feline moaning and panting as she climaxed around him, her body massaging and milking his length seemingly for every last drop that he had to give, each rush of seed painting her cervix a messy white. He must have come for a solid minute before it was over, her shoulder burning where his teeth had sunk into her flesh, leaving her bruised, but not bleeding. When he yanked himself back to pull the ring off his cock, a rush of cum came with him, spattering her bed with the gooey mess.

Without so much as a word, Hwrong was already back on his feet, pulling on his pants and looking at Shadi with a smirk as she leaked out her latest deposit. "Hehe... Told you you'd enjoy it... The sluts always do. You're just like the rest of 'em, pretending not to like it but then turning into a complete cock whore by the end... Christ, you cum like my wife in heat, little kitten slut..." He growled, grabbing up the pair of bags, hefting them uncaringly over his shoulders.

Shadi felt the shame burn through her like a blowtorch, quickly curling herself up and burying her face in her paws. For a moment, she had almost forgotten where she was and just who he was... She'd been so focused on the pleasure that she had let herself enjoy it; she had invited it upon herself willingly! She let out a quiet sob, suddenly feeling very cold as she sat in the remnants of the males cum leaking out of her abused and sore body, the pain of her torture coming back in a rush.

Hwrong simply smirked, his long tail flicking as he grabbed his rifle from the corner, banging twice on the inside of her cell door. It opened with a rasping of steel, and he stepped out, turning back around to take a final glance at the well fucked feline. "We'll be back to see you soon kitten slut." He called though the opening, before a moment later, her cell door slammed, the sound of the laughing males disappearing with the light as the lamp on her wall flickered out.

Alone, hurting, cold, and in total darkness, Shadi wept, and wondered if her life had any chance of getting better again.