Coming of Age
#1 of Arena Time
I originally wrote these stories as one large story with a smaller follow
up story. Ive been wanting to post them on yiffstar but the first one was
just way too big to fit. It took me a while reading the first one and
rereading it to decide that it could be split up but the first place it
is split isnt all that good. I wrote these when I was far younger so
please forgive the spelling and grammer.
These stories should not be read by anyone under 18. There is bondage,
torture, rape, humiliation, pregnancy, and painful egg laying.
Arena Time #1 Coming of Age.
In a small stone masonry hut a family of dracians lived. A race of
creatures that faintly resemble the ancient dragon, is a race that nature
played a cruel trick. They were just starting to embrace enlightenment over
religious dogma, when a great disaster struck their race. It was only
through a miracle that they were saved from the brink of extinction, but at
a terrible price. Something that a young lady dracian named Sirree will
eventually find out.
Three lightly spiced and marinated steaks sizzled on a grill in the fire
place, and a wonderful scent filled the air. The father dracian got the
steaks and brought them to a roughly finished circular wood table where he
sat down with his mate and his little girl. The father had on a fine formal
shirt and well tailored pants with well fitting leg and tail sleeves, as he
was a respected member of the local town council, The mother and daughter
wore beautiful, if understated gowns. Dracians tended to be a very
civilized race.
"Father, why do us dracians never have biological parents like most other
animals"?
The father, who name was Sckraicus, began to show a loving yet worried look
on his face.
"I can't tell you that, daughter. Our laws say that you must learn that in
school. One day will learn why, and why I can not tell you. I wish I could
tell you, because I love you, Sirree".
The threesome sat and ate their meal.
After the meal was finished, Sirree asked, "Mom, what goes on in the
arena"?
"Why we hold all sorts of sporting events, like..."
"No, I mean the arena over at the edge of the forest".
The mother, who's name was Chelan, lowered her eyes, and turned her head in
shame. As a tear rolled down her cheek she exclaimed, "I'm sorry, but you
will also have to learn that in school".
"But mom, if I'm to learn this in school, it will have to be soon. I'm
graduating this year".
"I know. And you will".
"Mom, why are you crying"?
"I wish I could tell you, because I love you. But our society needs to
teach our children in a certain way if we, as dracians, are to survive.
Although... you should not be frightened to learn".
"I don't understand".
"In time you will. Come, don't worry yourself. When it's time, you will
learn what you need to learn. It's time for bed".
* * *
Sirree was an good student and excelled in both math and art. Over the next
few months she received nothing but passing grades. Her best friend at
school, Risel, always kidded her a little that she was a book worm. Risel,
herself, got good grades, but was more care free, and did things on the
spur of the moment. Two months had past since Sirree asked about the arena,
when in between classes, Risel asked Sirree, "Hey, ya ever wonder what goes
on in that arena, outside of town, and why all the adults seem to go there?
Lets sneak in tonight".
"I don't think we should", responded Sirree, with a bit of amused shock
registering on her face, at such a direct comment.
"Oh don't be a stick in the mud! It'll be fun."
Sirree, thought for a moment, and thinking a little adventure would indeed
be fun, she said, "welllll.. OK.... tonight. The adults seem to go there at
around 5:00 and then again at 8:00 and the crowds have all died down at
about 9:30. Lets try for about that time".
Risel responded, "Great. I know this spot where there is a hole in the
outside wall, that is away from where the guards, and crowds go. Maybe we
can see something through it".
The twosome split up and went to there last class of the day.
That night after diner, Sirree asked, "Mom, can I go spend the night at
Risel's house? Just a little sleep over".
Her mother, knowing that Risel had been a good friend to Sirree and never
got into any trouble, said "wellllll... OK... Just practice your manors
with her parents. OK"?
"I promise".
Risel asked her mother if she could sleep at Sirree's house and also got
permission. The two met at there favorite tree house. Each one had brought
a sleeping bag under the ruse that they would use it at the others house.
They dropped the sleeping bags in the tree house where they planned to
spend the night and set off for the arena.
When they got there, at about 9:00, they watched, from behind a tree, the
last straggler walking into the arena. When no one was left on the ramp
into the arena, that was off to their right, they quickly scampered off to
the dark side of the arena, to their left.
Right where Risel had said it was, was a small hole in the masonry where
not enough cement was laid, that was just big enough to see through. Risel
looked through.
"Oh, drat. I can't see a darn thing. There's some kind of curtain in the
way".
Sirree whispered "Let me see. Hey some kind of guard just walked behind the
curtain".
Risel whispered "Let me see".
"Too late he's gone. You really can't see anything anyway".
Risel whispered, "Shhh... what's that"?
All the time the girls were looking, they either heard, someone talking,
but the words were too muffled to understand. Or, they heard a crowd
cheering.
But, now the crowds cheers had died down, and there was no muffled speaker.
Now, all they heard was a faint moaning sound.
Sirree whispered, "What do you think is going on in there"?
"I have no idea", answered Risel.
The moans sounded as if they came from several females. They steadily
increased in urgency, then stopped. The crowd began to cheer again.
Sirree whispered, "Do you think the rumors are true, that it has something
to do with egg bearing"?
"I don't know. It certainly does sound like it, though". answered Risel.
The girls heard more muffled talking. Then the speaker stopped. A couple of
seconds passed. Then, the girls heard a loud and intense, female scream,
which sent them running, as fast as they could, for home and their tree
house.
While they were running, Sirree said, "What do you think that was"?
"I don't know, and I don't want to know". said Risel.
When they got back to the tree house, Risel said. "Look, lets just keep to
the original plan, and tell our parents that we met each other outside, and
decided to spend the night in the tree house. We want to get into as little
trouble as we can. Besides, we didn't actually see anything. Lets just
forget we were ever there".
"No argument from me". said Sirree exhaustedly.
Both Sirree and Risel had nightmares in that tree house, that night.
* * *
Both Sirree and Risel passed there final exams with flying colors. And
graduated with honors. The day they found out, with there little trip to
the arena, long since forgotten, Risel asked "Sirree, are you and Ril
gonaaaa....... Or what"?
Sirree with a devilish little, look on her face said, "Why, what ever do
you mean"?
"Oh, come on! You two have been an item, ever since you got to this
school".
Sirree responded, "Why I have no idea what you mean", flashing a little
ring that was around her finger.
Risel, seeing the ring, in an absolute frenzy said, "You're gona do it. I
knew it. I knew it".
The only reason, Sirree's parents gave their consent for Sirree and and Ril
to marry, when they reached the age of consent, is because they knew Ril's
parents, who were very wealthy, and powerful, and Ril always got perfect
scores in school. They knew Ril would virtually step into a well paid law
clerking job.
Risel, when she finally calmed down said, "What do you think this little
one day class is, that we are supposed to take"?
Sirree responded, "I don't know but apparently it has something to do with
egg bearing".
Risel said, "I guess that's why none of the males are coming". Then began
to snicker.
Then Sirree said, "What? ..... none of the males are...? Oh! that was a
rude comment. Risel, get your mind out of the gutter"!
Risel, still snickering said "I can't help it".
The girls sat down in the class room.
The instructor, an old dracian female said, "OK, class, who can tell me why
it is impossible for dracian females to conceive with out help"?
Sirree, being the brightest student, and passed every history class, raised
her hand and said, "Because, of the great plague, 200 years ago".
"Very Good! And do you also know how we survived"?
"A great dracian female named, Sueril, found out how females could become
pregnant, and shared this knowledge with all dracians".
"Very Good! What you are here today to learn, is more detail on how she did
it and how you might conceive, later in your life, if at sometime you feel
the need to help our race and mother its next generation. I am going to
read from a small text pamphlet which is purposely, left out of the history
books, because it's only at this time should you learn this".
With that the old dracian opened a special locked drawer in her desk and
pulled out a pamphlet, and began to read. "Sueril, was indeed the saviour
of our race. We were once two hundred thousand, and had a great
civilization with law and religion. Then a great plague struck our race.
Within the period of just one year, one hundred thousand dracians died. The
dracians that lived seemed resistant to the disease, and helped bury our
dead and tried to restore our devastated civilization. But the disease was
not done. Little by little dracians began to realize that there were no
female dracians laying eggs. No one had any children. The years passed, and
little by little, our numbers dwindled. All our scholars were baffled. All
the males seed seemed to look alive and healthy through there looking
scopes. After just 20 years had passed our numbers went from one hundred
thousand to just five thousand. It was clear to our scholars that we were
headed for extinction. Sueril, could not stand the thought. Privately she
did everything she could to become pregnant. She spent hours everyday,
doing horrible things to herself, to try and ovulate. But all to no avail.
Two years passed, and nothing. At the time, we still had sodomy laws. If
she was caught she could have spent the rest of her life in jail. Then one
of the men she had been with reported her, and she was arrested, and put in
jail. Two, months passed. Then something extraordinary happened. Her belly
was beginning grow. She had become pregnant. Every scholar that was still
alive, came to see her. When the acting president, who was still alive,
came to see her, he realized what she had done for the dracian race, and
immediately gave her a full pardon. Sueril told the scholars exactly what
she had done. Soon every female that was still alive was trying what Sueril
had done. A few succeeded, and soon there were eggs in many houses. When
the ruling council saw what had happened, they realized that we have been
saved from the brink of extinction, and immediately and unanimously,
repealed all sodomy laws. Those, females who did not become pregnant helped
in raising the young. Our race was saved".
The old dracian then looked up to the girls and said "The next part of this
pamphlet deals with what you should do if you were to decide that you would
like to help out our race and become egg bearers".
She began to read. "After the danger was over, the ruling council made it
mandatory that females use the same procedures that Sueril used to become
pregnant, at least once, during their egg bearing years, and our population
once again boomed. Twenty years later, we were back to a very young fifty
thousand. When the ruling council saw that our population was, once again,
a healthy one. They made participation as an egg bearer, voluntary. Too
this day, they still run the arena, out side of this town".
Risel said, under her breath, "I knew it".
The old dracian continued "If, at some time, in the future, you should feel
the desire to become an egg bearer, and so help our race to live on, you
should go there. You can not be told the details of what goes on inside the
arena. Your knowledge of this would severely lessen your chances of
becoming pregnant. You are also, not allowed to attend as part of the
audience, there, until you have, at least once, been an egg bearer".
With that, the councilor closed the pamphlet and spoke to the class,
directly. "I wish you could be told about the arena. There is a certain
pride you feel, knowing you have helped our race live on. I know. I have
been an egg bearer myself. You may now leave".
* * *
Sirree's and Ril's wedding was beautiful. They loved each other very much.
They found a, not to lavish, but still respectable masonry house, and moved
in. Ril could afford this on his clerking job. There was already talk of
him being primed for a lawyers position. The first thing that they did when
they moved in was to set up the massive bed in the bedroom. They had no
curtains, on the first day so they hung large towels over the windows. Once
their bedroom was made private, they began to caress each other. Ril licked
Sirree's snout. Sirree, nuzzled at Ril's neck. Ril's hands explored
Sirree's back and rubbed the base of her tail. Sirree's arms rapped around
Ril and hugged him tightly. And, they slowly made their way to the bed.
Sirree lied down on her back, and Ril moved on top, all the time, slowly
nuzzling her with his snout. As their bodies rubbed together, Sirree began
to feel Ril's dracianhood grow and press against her cloaca. Sirree
responded by pushing back against his penis. As Sirree felt Ril enter her
she gave a little moan. She then began to lick Ril's snout. Sirree, loved
the feeling of Ril's member, filling her so completely and perfectly. Ril
began to slowly pump it in and out of Sirree. Every time he did, Sirree
would let out a small moan. Ril's member slowly and rhythmically, stroked
Sirree's cloaca. Sirree's body shuddered and then pushed hard against Ril's
penis. Ril continued to pump his penis up and down and Sirree felt her body
shudder again and grip and push against his penis, as she crossed her eyes
and threw her head back. Ril continued to pump. finally Ril began to get a
lump in his throat. He crossed his eyes, threw his head back and spilled
his seed into Sirree. They both knew that nothing would come of it. It just
does not happen with dracian females. Ril pulled out of Sirree, and rolled
over onto his back. He laid there, not saying a word for almost five
minutes. Sirree looked over at the prone Ril, and began to stroke his
stomach with her hand. She then scuttled over a little bit and licked Ril's
snout. Ril nuzzled back at Sirree's neck. Once again they embraced,
enjoying each others presence. Once again Sirree rolled on her back and Ril
climbed on top. Ril nuzzled Sirree's neck in ernest. Sirree once again,
felt Ril's dracianhood begin to grow again. She felt it kiss her cloaca,
and she pushed against it. The wonderful feeling of being filled returned.
Ril, again began to pump in and out, all the time holding her snout against
his with his hands. Sirree, once again felt a violent shudder course
through her body, and hugged Ril tighter than ever. Her eyes crossed, and
snout snapped back. Ril licked her neck. Ril kept on humping and humping,
and Sirree could not get enough. Sirree, once again, felt Ril shudder. His
eyes crossed and his head flew back. Sirree then felt more dracian seed
being spilled into her. Ril slowly pulled out of Sirree. They loved each
other very much, and enjoyed participating in the ultimate expression of
their love.
The months passed and Ril's job went very well. He was earning more than
enough to support them both. But, Sirree insisted on teaching in that same
school that she had graduated from just a few months before. Sirree and Ril
never went a day with out being in each others arms and making love to each
other over and over.
A year passed and they both were gaining prestige in their professions, and
started saving a great deal of money.
Another year passed. The two did not miss so much as one day without making
love to each other, at least once.
Ril's job was challenging, and he enjoyed it very much.
Sirree, however was teaching in a privileged school for all the brightest
young dracians. She began to feel that she was not making a difference.
These kids practically taught themselves. She then made a change to try and
teach art, which she was always good at, but she continued to feel rather
worthless.
One day, when Ril came home, Sirree said, "I'm starting to feel so.. so..
not needed. These kids always do their homework. They always get every
answer right. There are plenty of individuals who could teach them. I feel
like I'm not making any difference what so ever".
Ril said, "What you'ld you like to do? Teaching is the only thing you know
how to do well".
Sirree said, "I don't know. I want to make a difference. I guess I'm just
in a philanthropic mood. I'll feel an urge to help".
Ril gave Sirree an affectionate lick. "Honey, why don't you sleep on it,
Things might look better in the morning".
Ril developed a large loving smile "Come to bed and we will enjoy each
other until we pass out".
Sirree, didn't even notice the flippant comment, and shouted, "That's it! I
think it's time for me to become an egg bearer".
Ril's smile, turned into a frown very quickly. "Honey, I know what goes on
in that arena. I'm allowed to attend the audience. You have absolutely no
idea what it's like".
"Didn't they teach us in school, that in order to become pregnant, I must
not know"?
Ril saw his love intent on leaving him for a few years to go bear eggs. At
the thought, a tear developed in his eye. "Oh, honey, I wont stop you if
you insist on this. I'm very proud of you for wanting to help our race. But
please sleep on it, and think about it. You might see things a little
differently in the morning".
The two went to bed, and made love to each other.
The next morning, Sirree saw things as clear as ever. She wanted to make a
difference. She wanted to lay the next generation into a cozy nest.
She said, to Ril "I want to do it. I feel so dead inside. I need something
to live for".
Ril leaned over and gave Sirree a lick on here neck, as a tear rolled down
his cheek. "I love you so much. And I am so proud of you. I will miss you
very much".
Sirree went into school and gave the principal a customary one week notice.
* * *
Sirree, went to the main desk at the arena entrance, and said "I wish to
bear eggs".
The guard at the desk said. "Please fill this form out, then take it to
that window right there".
The form just had some standard contact information. Sirree followed the
guards instructions. At the window a receptionist said please go through
these doors.
Through the doors and down the hall was a bench with some equipment. An
elderly dracian next to the bench said, "Please lie down and pull down you
pants. I have to check your cloaca to make sure that you have a good chance
of bearing eggs".
Sirree felt a little embarrassed but complied. She felt a small pinch as
the dracian inserted a small instrument into her cloaca.
"Uh hu. Uh hu. Good muscular tone, well formed egg chamber. I'ld say you
stand a good chance of becoming pregnant". She pulled the instrument from
Sirree's cloaca.
"OK, you can put your pants back on. Go through that door."
Sirree complied. The room was pitch black, then she heard a voice.
"Please close the door".
Sirree, did so and what light was coming through the door, disappeared.
"Don't be alarmed. This is another test to determine your suitability to
bear eggs".
The room was absolutely black. She felt a hand suddenly touch her on the
shoulder. The hand stayed there, apparently guiding it's owner. Then she
felt another hand reaching under her tail to her cloaca. At first she gave
a shudder, but immediately calmed down, and let the unseen hand message her
cloaca, through her pants. Then the lights came on.
A dracian dressed as a guard said, "Congratulations. You passed this test.
You'ld be surprised how many females go screaming out that door. Please go
through this door and find a seat with the other females who have passed".
Sirree, did as the guard said.
There was an old female dracian in the room, and she began to speak.
"You ten females have been chosen for your perspective ability to lay eggs
and thus keeping our race alive. I am going to give you one last chance to
back out. First of all, let me reassure you that ever since we have
formalized the procedure to get a female to ovulate, we have never even had
so much as a minor injury, unless of course you consider the egg laying
itself an injury. Now that that has been said I wish to tell you what you
will experience for the next 2 to 5 years. You will consider it nothing
more than hell it self. Unfortunately, ever since the great plague that
struck our race, everything females go through in here seems to be
necessary for ovulation to occur. At times you WILL find the pain
unbearable, and I'm not talking about the egg laying. If any of you do not
think your ready, walk out that door right now"!
Sirree, and the other ten females began to talk among themselves. All ten
felt so much longing and that it was indeed time for them to do their parts
in perpetuating their species. But they were just as afraid of the
counselors words. Sirree stayed put. Three other females began to get up
but then sat back down.
The councilor pressed "Nobody wants to leave? Once you go through that door
your in for the next 2 to 5 years".
After about a second one of the other females spoke, "No mam, I think all
our bodies are telling us it's time".
"I'm proud of you all. Let me give you one reassurance. I have been an egg
bearer. Even though I considered it absolute hell, while I was here, I look
back on it now with a little fondness. I helped our race to live on.
Someday you will feel the same way. Trust me".
With that the councilor opened the door and said, "Please walk to the end
of the hallway and wait. The female dracians did so and the councilor
closed the door behind them. The door closed with an echo of a certain
finality about it. A window opened in the hallways left wall, and an
elderly dracian spoke up. "Please leave all your possessions with me and
check them in. You will get them back when you are done with your duties as
egg bearers".
The females looked around at each other a bit confused. Then Sirree spoke.
"All our possessions? We're going to be in there for 2 to 5 years. All our
clothes are in these bags".
The elderly dracian muttered to himself, "If I had a copper for every time
I heard..." then his attention turn to the females, "You wont be needing
them".
The females muttered to themselves, "We'll maybe some sort of uniform".
The elderly dracian, then opened the door and instructed the females to go
down the hall and into the next room.
When the ten females got to the room they found and extremely strong
looking dracian. The room smelled badly. Sirree thought it almost smelled
like a barn she once visited. She looked around. This room even seemed to
have caged stalls, which were lined with hay. Each stall had a nice large
glass window. Sirree thought that this seems to be a very nice barn like
building and wondered what it is used for.
The strong dracian male spoke. "My name is Sirbel, I am your instructor.
First of all you'll find that I care greatly for all my egg bearer charges.
Mainly you ten females as of right now. And I wish no harm to come to you.
There are many rules which you must obey for things to go smoothly. I
assume you all want to become pregnant... Correct"?
All the girls nodded and responded, "Yes".
"OK, Now pay attention as I read a list of rules that you will obey, and
the punishments that accompany the breaking of each one".
"Punishments!" The females began to frantically talk among themselves.
Sirbel, yelled in a surprisingly powerful and stern voice. "Quiet!". And
the females complied.
"Rule number one. From now on, until you have finished your egg bearing
with us, each and every one of you are forbidden to speak. Not even one
word. Each and every word you utter in my or any guards presence will be
marked down. Every word you utter, when your turns in the arena comes, will
earn you 10 strokes with the large, ribbed pain giver, dildo".
Shock registered on all the females faces as they finally started to grasp
the severity of their situation. One female began to say, "But...".
Before she could even utter another word, Sirbel interrupted her,
"Congratulations, you've just earned 10 strokes on your very first day".
This statement seemed to quiet the remaining females.
Sirbel said, "Good, you learn quickly. Rule number two... Oh, I'm going to
need some help with this one. Guards, you can come in now".
Ten large male dracians entered the room. Each had a whole set of leather
binders and what appeared to be muzzles and bits.
"Rule two is, you will submit to being bound at all times. Every time you
resist will earn you twenty strokes with the pain giver dildo".
The guards proceeded to bind each females wrists with leather straps behind
there backs. The females didn't resist for fear of what the pain giver
dildo was like".
"Rule three, First of all I know your all extremely frightened right now. I
wouldn't be doing this if it weren't absolutely necessary to help you to
ovulation, virtually everything must be done in our species or it just does
not happen. Part of everything is to make you feel as though you have lost
all civility. You must be made to feel as though you are nothing more than
an animal. Therefore, you are going to be treated exactly like one. Rule
three is you are not allowed to cover your body, including your cloaca,
with anything at all. This includes your hands. Covering up your cloaca
will earn you twenty strokes with the pain giver dildo. When you leave, you
will be reimbursed for what is about to happen now. Guards..."
With that, each guard, pulled out sickle knives and proceed to cut away
each females clothes including their shoes. They then proceeded to attach
the muzzle and bits to each female, and then lead each one to a stall in
the room, and tied the muzzle lanyards to a wall handle loose enough so the
females could lie down in the hay.
"Rule four, this one sort of goes without saying at this point. You are not
allowed to try to escape. Escape attempts will earn you thirty strokes with
the pain giver dildo. Rule five, when it is your turn in the arena, you
will obey the instructors commands at all times. Failure to do so is
punishable by 10 strokes from the pain giver dildo. OK, now I'm going to
give each of you a number. This is stall group 3 so all your numbers will
begin with 3. These numbers will be died, using a special skin die on your
rump and your inside right arm. You will always be referred to by these
numbers".
Sirbel walked to each stall in turn. "You are 30. You are 31."
As he read off the numbers, a guard would paint each female as Sirbel had
described. When he got to Sirree, he said "Ooo! you have 35. That along
with 36 is a special number here. You'll eventually see why". He went
around and finished the numbering.
Sirbel then noticed a female trying to get his attention. Once she saw
Sirbel had noticed, she started frantically pointing to her cloaca, being
careful not to cover it up.
Sirbel looked mildly annoyed, and said, "You are an animal now, you do not
get the privilege of using the bathroom. You will use the hay in your own
stall. It will be cleaned up for you in the morning".
The female stared back at Sirbel with a look of absolute shock mixed with
worry.
Sirbel then said, "I am leaving now, you should all get some rest for
tomorrow is your initiation to the arena. There are some special procedures
for first timers. You can talk among yourselves as long as I or any guards
are not in your presence". And, with that Sirbel left to an adjoining room.
One of the females said to Sirree in a whisper, finding it difficult to do
so through the muzzle bit, "I'm scared".
Sirree responded, "Your not alone. I am too. But you know what we've been
taught in school. You know that if female dracians are even to hope to
ovulate that all this is absolutely necessary. And, I for once in my life
have a little pride that someday I may actually help our race to survive,
even though I'm being treated as... well.. an animal. Now hush and try to
sleep. It will be hard as it is bound up as we are".
"Aren't you embarrassed, naked as we are, and not even allowed to hide our
nakedness with our own hands"?
"Yes, but we are only seen by our instructor, and he's probably seen
thousands of egg bearers naked. Now try to get some sleep".
The next morning broke and daylight shown in on ten fairly stiff female
dracians, who were still tied up with muzzle and bit. With there arms tied
behind them. Every female at some point during the night could not hold out
and there were fresh feces in every stall. Sirree found it hard to sleep
through the stench.
Sirbel entered, his demeanor was not that of drill sergeant in some army
but rather a farmer with a caring relationship with all his beasts. He
said, "I see you were all good girls last night, we'll get that cleaned
up". His demeaning tone was that of a sentient creature talking to his
pets.
With that the guards came in and began to shovel the feces into a bin. Once
this task was done, Sirbel spoke again. "Time for breakfast. Rule six,
remember you are animals, you don't get to eat with your hands in anyway.
You will be digging in with your mouth only! If I see you touching your
food, that earns you 20 strokes with the pain giver dildo".
The guards laid down plates of what looked and smelled like rather plain
meatloaf, with some wilted collard greens, and then proceeded to remove the
muzzles, and arm shackles.
Sirbel spoke, "Remember the punishment for trying to escape. Also, you
should try and eat the collard greens. I know they don't smell very good,
and are only passible to the pallet, but they will give you the calcium
that you will need on the chance you do become pregnant.
The females bent down and ate as they were instructed. Every one wound up
with some meatloaf on her face. They were given a small pail of water. Each
female drank like an animal, on all fours with their snouts in the water.
Some were clever enough to wash off the particles of meatloaf in the pails.
Sirbel spoke again. "Bath time". The guards brought in three large barrels
of water. Then they took pail after pail of water and began to splash the
females with it. The water was cold, and the females began to shiver a bit,
until the guards proceeded to dry them off with towels. Then one guard
started to re-muzzle and tie the females.
Sirbel then spoke again. "OK, egg bearers. It's time to meet your public".
Sirree thought to herself "What?"!, then wheeled to see some more guards
had set up rope walkways just outside the large glass windows.
The females, to this point, had accepted Sirbel and the guards looking at
their nakedness. They all had figured that they had seen this all thousands
of times before. But, the hundreds of dracians now filing through the rope
walkways was something completely different.
Dracians, mostly influential individuals, began to file down the walkways.
The female, who talked to Sirree last night, screamed, forgot rule three,
and immediately covered her cloaca with her hands.
Sirbel spoke, "Guard, mark that female down for twenty strokes this
afternoon".
The female dropped her head, uncovered her cloaca, closed her eyes and
started to let tears flow. The guard doing the tieing, entered her stall,
put manacles on her wrist behind her back, and put the muzzle and bit, back
on. The guard then went around and finished tieing the other females.
At this point, even Sirree was losing the pride she had felt earlier, trust
up and muzzled as she was, and naked like an animal for the public to see.
Sirree became teary eyed as well.
The viewing went on for the next four hours. During this time two females
had to go again. They could not hold it any longer and defecated for all
the spectators to see. A small cheer came up from the crowd, as each female
did so.
At around noon the crowds died down. Then Sirbel spoke again. "Lunch time".
The guards once again served up the same unremarkable meatloaf with collard
greens. All ten females, now sobbing, got down on all fours and ate like
animals.
Sirbel spoke, "The number 3 stalls, have their arena sessions at 2:00pm.
Prepare yourselves, you have less than 2 hours".
Over the next 2 hours the females rested, still sobbing, in their stalls.
The occasional straggler from the crowd would come along to stare at the
naked females, through the windows.
Sirree had to defecate, and couldn't hold it in any longer. So she
defecated in the hay.
At five minutes to two the guards and Sirbel came back, and proceeded to
untie the females muzzles from the wall handles and lead them around like
cattle. There arms, at this point, still tied around their backs. They
walked to a set of stares, that lead to two large doors. Sirbel, went
ahead, and opened the doors.
The thunderous roar of a large crowd, behind the doors, startled the
females.
Sirbel spoke, and the crowd quieted down. "At this time we are introducing
some new comers".
A collective sigh of disappointment echoed from the crowd.
Sirbel interjected, "two of which, have already had punishments assigned".
The cheers returned.
The females, now realizing that they were to preform before a large crowd,
every night, for the next several years of there lives, started to sob as
profusely as ever.
Sirbel continued, "now lets bring them out. Female number 30".
A guard led female 30 through the doors, by her nose, with the muzzle
lanyard.
"Female number 31. Female number 32".
Each time a female was led through the doors a cheer arose from the crowd.
"Female number 33. Female number 34".
When Sirbel got to "Female 35", Sirree's guard led her into the arena. The
doors opened up to an outside arena. The floor was polished marble and felt
good to Sirree's bare feet. The marble floor was a semicircle stage, with
thousands of dracian spectators looking on. There were ten padded benches
arranged in a semicircle, neatly fitting on the stage. Each bench was held
down to the stage with heavy metal latches. At the corners of each bench,
fastened to the floor, were chain latches. To each chain latch was fastened
a chain and a manacle. In front of each bench, toward the audience was a
grating that was, never the less, still comfortable to walk on. Each
grating had two small yellow lines painted on them. There were also chain
latches straddling the gratings. Each female was lead to their
corresponding numbered bench, and positioned standing on the grating.
Sirbel continued, "Female number 36. Female number 37. Female number 38.
And finally female number 39".
When each female was finally facing a bench, with their backs to the
audience, Sirbel pointed with his finger, and the guards proceeded to,
firmly, yet gently, bend each female over the benches so they were lying
belly down. They helped the females shift up the benches because the
benches were just a little to high for their legs to reach the ground. Then
they unfastened the females leather manacles, swung their arms down, then
fastened them to leather manacles underneath the tables. They also fastened
their feet to leather manacles. The effect was the females were now
completely prone stretched over the padded benches. Every one of them were
still sobbing. The guards then bent their tails up and fastened them up to
their backs with even more leather manacles. Now the audience had a clear,
unobstructed view of their cloaca. Sirree, now, saw what Sirbel had meant
about 35 and 36. These two benches were in the center, and the largest part
of the audience, had a clear view of her cloaca. Then the guards began to
remove the muzzles and bits.
When the guards finished, Sirbel spoke to the audience. "For those of you
who don't know our procedures I will keep you informed. No mater if females
are first clutchers, Returning Females, or new ones like these ten here, we
always start out by administering a colonic. Guards..."
The guards brought out ten pumping apparatuses with long tubes out from the
curtain that was the stage back. Each guard proceeded to insert a tube up
each females cloaca. Each time when the female felt it inserted, they
winced at the feeling, and when the audience saw this they would cheer.
Each tube had a stop disk which let the guards know exactly when to stop.
Sirree felt the small tube inserted into her cloaca, wind up and into her
colon. Each guard then started to pump the apparatuses, and the females
began to feel there colons being filled with large amounts of water. The
guard pumped so much water into Sirree that she thought it felt like she
hadn't defecated in a week, even though she did so just an hour earlier.
All the females held it in out of embarrassment. The guards, Sirbel and the
crowd just stared and waited. When, at last, one female could not hold out
any longer and let her load of water go along with a great deal of fecal
mater, the crowd let up a cheer. This started a cascade effect with the
other females who could not hold out any longer and let go.
Once the last drop of water and fecal mater had dribbled out of the last
female and into the grating bellow, which served as a drain, Sirbel spoke
again. "These are new comers so, we have to use the initiation balls to
start out with".
Each guard brought out a tube filled with a gelatin substance and proceeded
to put it into each females cloaca, lubricating it. Each guard brought out
a string, onto which were attached ten balls, each one bigger than the
other so that the last ball at the end of the string was about tennis ball
sized and the first golf ball sized. The guards then whispered into the
females ears, "don't try to push these out. Let your body accept them".
They then proceeded to push the first ball into the females cloaca.
Sirree, thought that this was quite painful, but she could stand it.
Each guard, slowly but surely inserted the remainder of the balls which got
easier because they got smaller. Each female did as instructed and let
their bodies slowly accept the balls.
Sirbel watched the females. Several females squirmed a bit over the benches
as their muscles slowly contracted, sliding the balls up into their colons.
Once the females calmed down, Sirbel again made a gesture with his finger.
Each guard grabbed a handle that was attached to the string hanging out of
the females cloaca. They began to pull. They pulled, not with a yank, but
still quickly and steadily. Sirree, felt the balls leave her body, one by
one, making a sucking sound as they exited. As the balls increased in size,
Sirree, could not believe the strange feeling of pain that increased with
them. It was not a feeling of bodily damage. Instead, the closest thing
Sirree could think of was, not having defecated for to long. The last ball
exited her cloaca, after what seemed to Sirree as minutes. In truth, less
than a second had past. It created a horrible need with in her cloaca. A
need to push. But there was nothing to push against. It was a terrible
feeling of emptiness and longing, and Sirree wept.
As each ball exited the females, the crowds cheers grew.
Sirbel spoke again. "The next step is to get them used to being mated. We
don't use the real thing on new comers. They are not used to it yet.
Instead, we use a standard size, lightly ribbed dildo. It has been
determined that one hundred strokes is usually sufficient to get them
started".
Each guard, brought from behind the curtain a long wooden stick. At the end
of the sticks were attached a hard rubber dildo that had some smooth ribs.
The dildos were approximately the size of an average dracian males penis.
Sirree felt her guard begin to push the tip of the dildo against here
cloaca. As the muscles in here cloaca were slowly pushed open, Sirree felt
the desire to push, that she had, suddenly find something to push against.
Ironically, as her muscles involuntarily pushed against the dildo, this
made the dildo slide more easily and the guard steadily moved it in. Each
rib, as it passed her cloaca would increase the strange, pushing pain, just
a little more.
Each time the crowd saw a females cloaca, penetrated by the tip of a dildo,
they would cheer. Once all ten were in, they quieted down.
Each guard was trained in the proper method to use the dildos for maximum
effect. Once they pushed the dildo all the way in they held it there for
just a moment, and then they pulled it, slowly, back, they settled into a
slow, methodical rhythm. As Sirree felt the foreign object move, slowly, in
and out of her, she felt the horrible need to push increase. As the ribs
forced open her cloaca, again and again, she writhed on the bench, in an
effort to withstand the feeling. After 10 strokes her breath began to come
in shallow pants. After 20 strokes she began to moan. At 30 strokes, she
felt her body spasm and push hard against the dildo. The guard did not even
skip a beat. Sirree crossed her eyes, pushed hard, then went limp across
the bench. As the guard continued the level of pain Sirree experienced
stayed just about at the level at which her body spasmed. Even though she
was exhausted, she could still feel every rib pass her cloaca. The guard
continued.
35 strokes.
40 strokes.
45 strokes.
50 strokes.
55 strokes.
60 strokes.
65 strokes.
70 strokes.
75 strokes.
80 strokes.
85 strokes.
90 strokes.
95 strokes.
At last, the one hundredth stroke came. Sirree felt the guard pull the
dildo all the way out, making a sucking sound as it left.
Sirree was grateful that the muscles of her cloaca were no longer forced
apart.
As the last female received the one hundredth stroke the crowd let up a
spontaneous cheer, which lasted almost a full minute.
Sirbel raised his hand to quiet the crowd, and began to speak. "The final
part of the initiation of new ones will be to demonstrate what punishment
for breaking rules involves. Each new female will get exactly two strokes
with the pain giver dildo, so they know exactly what it is like".
Sirree, could not believe her ears, she had not broken a rule yet, but she
still was going to feel this? She swallowed a lump in her throat, and began
to cry at the thought. A single guard went behind the curtain and brought
out an extremely large, hard rubber dildo. The other dildos were average
dracian male size. This single dildo was easily twice their size. It was
adorned with brutally large ribs. This guard was specially trained to use
this dildo. He walked behind female number 30. She watched him approach her
upturned tail, with horror and streams of tears in her eyes. The guard
first replenished the gelatin in her cloaca. He then touched the dildo's
tip to her cloaca. She straitened out her head, looked strait forward,
gasped and swallowed a lump in her throat.
The guard methodically moved the tip back and fourth to lube it up with the
dripping gelatin. He then slowly push, hard, on the handle. Female 30
screamed in agony as the dildo slowly entered her, the ribs, brutally
pushing back the muscles of her cloaca.
The crowd gasped at the scream.
The guard slowly impaled her with the dildo's entire length. The females
body writhed, violently against the pain, as she both screamed and cried at
the same time. The guard held it in at its full length, until the females
screams of agony began to wain. He then began to pull the dildo out and
female 30's screams of agony returned in earnest as each of the massive
dildos ribs pressed hard against her cloaca. The guard left one rib inside
the female and, once again, waited for her screams to lessen. He then
called out
"STROKE ONE".
The guard then began to push the dildo back in, and screams and sobs of the
writhing female, returned. The guard seemed to take forever to push it
back, and all the way in. Once it was there, he again waited for the
females, sobs to subside, and then began to pull it back out, which brought
more screams of agony. The guard finally pulled it all the way out, and the
dildo made a horrible slurping sound. The guard said, "STROKE TWO".
He then turned his attention to female number 31, who at this point was
sobbing profusely because she knew that she was next. The guard relubed
31's cloaca, and began to work the tip at the lubrication. He then pushed,
hard, and female 31 began to scream out in agony. Each stroke was just as
long and as brutal as was given to female 30, and the screams and sobs of
the writhing female were just as heart wrenching.
The guard called out, "STOKE ONE". Then slowly pushed the dildo back in.
Then he slowly pulled it out. Once again it made a horrible slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard then went on to female 33.
More lubrication.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 33 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard then went on to female 34.
More lubrication.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 34 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard then turned his attention to Sirree, Sirree watched him approach
her cloaca, with tears in her eyes, and a lump in her throat. When Sirree
felt the guard push some gelatin into her cloaca, she looked strait forward
in fear, and tried to swallow another lump. She felt the guard begin to
wiggle the tip at her cloaca. A couple seconds passed, then Sirree felt the
tip begin to push at her cloaca. For just an instant it felt just like the
other dildo, but this dildo immediately spread her cloaca much wider.
Sirree screamed out in pain, and then began to sob. As the guard continued
to push, the first rib, brutally expanded Sirree's cloaca even wider.
Sirree's sobs, immediately turned to screams once again. The guard slowly
and agonizingly work the dildo into Sirree, one rib at a time. All this
time, Sirree's body involuntarily writhed against the intense pain. With
Sirree still screaming, the guard finally impaled the length of the dildo
into her. The pain was intense, but at least there was no more ribs going
past Sirree's cloaca. Sirree's screams subsided and her breath came in
short pants. Then the guard began to pull. When the first rib went past
Sirree's cloaca, she screamed out in agony once again. The intense pain
seemed to last forever as each rib were slowly and agonizingly pulled from
her cloaca.
"STROKE ONE".
Then the guard began to push it back into Sirree. Sirree's screams of agony
would continue, as rivers of tears streamed from her eyes, each rib,
brutally widening here cloaca again and again. When the guard got it all
the way in he, once again held it there. Sirree screams calmed to labored
breaths. Sirree, thought, just for a moment that she just might be able to
hold back her screams of pain. The guard began to pull again. When Sirree
felt the first rib come she tried to hold back the scream with a *nnga* but
immediately let go with another scream of agony when the rib, brutally
expanded her cloaca, once again. Sirree thought that the guard pulled out
the dildo so slowly, and was sobbing from the pain in between screams, when
each rib would pass. Finally Sirree heard an awful slurp as she felt her
cloaca snap back into place. She collapsed over the bench, completely
exhausted. Through teary eyes, she saw the guard approach female 36.
The guard again applied lubrication.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 36 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard went on to female 37. Again he applied gelatin.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 37 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard went on to female 38, Gave her the same lesson, then went on to
39 and repeated the lesson. When the guard announced "STROKE TWO" with
female 39, the audience let up a thunderous cheer. It lasted 3 minutes.
Sirbel desperately tried to get the attention of the crowd. When he finally
did, he announced, "Remember, we are not done here".
From their intense pain, females 32 and 34 had forgotten that they have
already been assessed punishment. After this statement, however they
suddenly remembered. Both females eyes open wide and their pupils dilated
then contracted. They thought to themselves, if two strokes were that
painful, what would ten be like, or twenty?
Sirbel continued "Here is a list of assessed punishments. Female 32 was
caught saying a word. She will be given 10 strokes. Female 34 was caught
covering her cloaca. She will be given 20 strokes".
Female 32 saw the guard coming toward her, with the look of absolute fear
on her face. She began to yank of the leather manacles and chains attached
to her wrists. But, nothing would budge. The guard walked around to her
cloaca. He began to put more gelatin into her cloaca.
Female 32 could not believe this was going to happen to her. Tears flowed
profusely from her eyes. She felt the guard begin to work the dildo's tip
around in the gelatin. She then felt it's tip begin to push at her cloaca.
The muscles of her cloaca gave way. When the tip penetrated, female 32
threw her head back, and let out a scream, in agony. As the first rib began
to brutally force her cloaca wider open, she screamed out in agony again.
Her body writhed and spasmed, as the guard buried the immense hard rubber
instrument into her cloaca. Her pain was so immense that should could not
help but scream. The guard slowly but surely buried it's entire length into
her. and then waited for her screams to lessen. He then began to pull. As
the first rib brutally expanded her cloaca, she screamed out again. But,
now her strength began to fail her. As the second and third rib passed her
cloaca, she could not find the strength to scream anymore. As the forth rib
passed, her breaths still came violently, but she could not scream anymore.
Her eyes were tightly closed and tears streamed from them. The manacles and
chains, attached to her wrists and ankles, were as taught as ever. And her
body continued to writhe in an attempt to withstand the pain. The guard
finally got all but one rib pulled out, and then held it there, and
announced "STROKE ONE".
He watched the females breathing. When she seemed to relax, he began to
push it back in. As the first rib spread her cloaca far apart, her
breathing became hard and violent, again. Clearly she felt the pain as
intensely as ever, and she was helpless against it.
The guard slowly and agonizingly push the dildo all the way back in, and
then held it there until female 32's breaths calmed down. He then began to
pull it back out. Every rib would cause female 32's breaths to increase,
and her body to writhe as, she endured rib after agonizing rib. The guard
once again, pulled all but one rib out of female 32. He then announced.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard slowly began to push the dildo back in. As every rib would pass,
female 32's body would writhe, spasm, and jerk at her chains. Her agony
would continue.
The guard was very methodical, as he kept on pushing the dildo, very slowly
in and then, very slowly pulling it out. And, all the time female 32's body
would writhe against the pain. Every once in a while, she would shake her
head back and forth in a vein and pathetic attempt to cry out "NO NO"!
"STROKE THREE".
"STROKE FOUR".
"STROKE FIVE".
"STROKE SIX".
"STROKE SEVEN".
"STROKE EIGHT".
"STROKE NINE".
The guard then pull the dildo all the way out of female 32, and it made a
loud and sickening "slurping" sound. Female 32's body went limp over the
bench. With tears still streaming from her eyes, she was completely
exhausted.
The guard announced, "STROKE TEN".
The crowd let out a tremendous cheer.
Female 34 began to yank at the chains that bound her wrists. She had a look
of intense fear on her face. She knew that she was next and she would be
receiving 20 strokes. The guard started to walk to her cloaca. When female
34 felt the guard begin to put gelatin into her cloaca, her head snapped
forward, looking straight ahead. Tears flowed profusely from her eye, and
she had a look of terror on her face. Her pupils dilated, then contracted.
The guard then began to work the dildo tip around in the gelatin, and
female 34 swallowed a lump in her throat. The guard then pushed hard, the
tip penetrated female 34's cloaca, and she screamed out in agony. The first
rib brutally expanded her cloaca, and her screams of agony, increased. The
guard slowly and agonizingly worked the dildo into female 34 as her screams
of agony continued. Tears flowed profusely from her eyes, and her body
involuntarily writhed at the pain. Once the guard had impale female 34 with
the entire length of the dildo, he, once again, waited for female 34's
screams to die down. He then began to pull. As rib after rib of the dildo
separated her cloaca, she screamed out in agony. But her scream were
beginning to turn into strong and violent panting as her strength began to
leave her. The guard, seemingly oblivious to the agony he was causing,
continued to pull. He finally got to the last rib and left it inside her.
He called out "STROKE ONE".
He once again began to push, slowly working the dildo back in. Female 34's
chains were as taught as ever. She could not escape the pain. Every once in
a while she would manage a small whimper.
The guard continued the torture.
"STROKE TWO".
"STROKE THREE".
"STROKE FOUR".
"STROKE FIVE".
"STROKE SIX".
"STROKE SEVEN".
"STROKE EIGHT".
"STROKE NINE".
"STROKE TEN".
"STROKE ELEVEN".
The guard started stroke twelve. Each rib causing female 34's breathing to
come violently. He got one rib, then two, then three, but just then female
34's arms and legs went limp. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth.
She had fainted from the pain. The guard saw this and immediately stopped
inserting the dildo.
Sirree thought that, now at least she may not have to endure the pain
anymore, either the guard would have mercy and stop the torture, or he
would he would continue, but she would be unconscious to the torture.
The guard did not move the dildo, and signaled to the guard with Sirree.
The guard with Sirree reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white
bag. Sirree, smelled the odor coming from the bag and immediately knew what
it was. Smelling salts. Sirree could not believe it. The guard was not even
going to let her pass out. He was going to force her to feel every
agonizing rib of every single stroke.
Sirree's guard waved the bag in front of female 34's snout. Female 34 shook
her head at the smell, once then twice. Once again her breathing became
violent, at the pain from the immense tool expanding her cloaca. The
chains, binding her wrists and ankles, once again snapped taught, and her
body, once again began to writhe at the pain.
The guard then continued to push the dildo into female 34. Another rib
opened wide her cloaca. Her short rest gave her just enough energy, to
scream, in which the rib, then, forced out of her.
The guard continued.
"STROKE TWELVE".
"STROKE THIRTEEN".
"STROKE FORTEEN".
"STROKE FIFTEEN".
"STROKE SIXTEEN".
"STROKE SEVENTEEN".
"STROKE EIGHTEEN".
"STROKE NINETEEN".
As the guard pulled the dildo all the way out for the final time, female
34's head arched back, her teeth clenched, and tears dripped from her
cheeks. As the tip of the dildo, exited her cloaca, it made a loud
sickening slurp. Female 34 then collapsed on the bench, completely and
totally exhausted.
The guard announced "STROKE TWENTY".
The crowd let up a thunderous roar, and continued as the guards began to
unfasten the tail manacles of each female. The cheers continued as each
guard unfastened the wrist manacles then the ankle manacles. Each female
was kept on the bench as their arms were maneuvered around their backs and
bound again with manacles. The guards then began to put the muzzles and
bits back on the snouts of each female. As the crowds cheering continued,
unabated, the females were urged to their feet. Each female who got just
two strokes with the pain giver dildo were just barely able to stand. Their
knees were very infirm. Female 32 and female 34 could do nothing other than
lay belly down, on the bench, as they didn't have the strength to stand.
The guards helped female 32 and female 34 to their feet and allowed them to
brace themselves on their shoulders. The other females were lead back to
the stalls and tied up. The guards with the two exhausted females walked
them back to their stalls and gently laid them down in the hay then tied
their muzzle lanyards to the wall handles. Even though it was only 3:00pm
female 32 and 34 fell to sleep in very short order.