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"Ungh..." Fox McCloud groaned as he opened his eyes. Instinctively trying to push himself off the floor, the vulpine felt something rub against his wrists, limiting his mobility. "What the hell?" he mumbled, looking down and finding iron manacles. But he was quickly distracted from that. "WHAT THE HELL!?" his shout echoed in the small cell.

He had been stripped completely naked.

Though there was no one around, he sat up, covering his groin by hugging his knees to his chest. Something pulled on Fox's ankles--he had been chained there too! He groaned again, sore all over. What happened? He couldn't remember...

Scales! The bastard and his cronies had been hurting the CloudRunner queen! It was slowly coming back to him: her cries of pain, his confrontation with General Scales, the sentry robots that had shocked him until he passed out. He could feel anger well up inside him; leave it to a SharpClaw not to fight fair.

And they had taken his clothes! Sure, it was embarrassing, but that wasn't the main issue. With no wrist communicator, there was no contacting Peppy and Slippy, no speaking Saurian, no outside help in getting out of here. Eh, not that it mattered. He'd been through worse. He'd escape in no time. All he had to do was find his staff and...

"A kxadb kxo fhajedoh aj unubo."

"Ev seihjo xo aj! No rekx xouht xam! Tat 0ei rhadw kxo jculo wouh?"

"Nxuk? A kxeiwxk 0ei xut ak!"

There was a sound of a slap, followed by a hiss of pain. "Jkifat caquht! Kxo Wodohuc ehtohot 0ei ke fhesiho oloh0kxadw dootot ke jirtio kxo vep!"

Fox couldn't help but smirk. SharpClaws. With his communicator gone, he couldn't understand what they were saying, but they seemed as stupid as ever. At least he knew they were no threat. The two hissing voices continued to bicker, and then there was a lot of shuffling, a crash, and a few more slaps.

"Come on, you guys. Don't keep me waiting here!" Fox called, chuckling at their incompetence. If all of the SharpClaws he encountered were like this, he'd be out within the hour.

Two of them came into view through the bars of the cell, one blue and one yellow. The blue, clearly the superior of the two, held a leather cord and some large metal clasps in his hands. The yellow followed somewhat hesitantly, sulking and gingerly holding a hand to a fresh black eye.

Fox decided to taunt them some more. "Finally! What held you up? Nice shiner you've got there, dino--you trip on your own feet again?"

The yellow SharpClaw apparently understood, his lips curling back in a snarl. The blue held up a claw, keeping him back.

"Silence, vep. We take you to General Scales. You jcik now," Blue said, holding up a metal collar on which 'jcik' was engraved in angular script. Fox, never having bothered to study Saurian, had no clue what it meant, but it was clearly an insult.

"I think the only 'jcik' here is Scales. Doesn't he know how to treat his guests?" Fox gave an exaggerated yawn as the blue SharpClaw, shaking with rage, struggled to unlock the cell. The vulpine actually laughed aloud at the sight of the SharpClaw, who was already angry and steadily getting more upset as he tried to find the correct key on a small iron ring he held. Man, his enemies never seemed to learn how to hire competent underlings! He knew fury was building up in the SharpClaw, and that probably meant he'd get hit, but he didn't care. Watching the stupid show was too worth it.

Finally, the saurian found the correct key, a little surprised as the cell door swung open. But the brief flicker of surprise turned back to fury as he saw Fox. "Filthy vep! Scales make you pay!" he hissed, dealing Fox a cruel kick to the stomach.

"OOF!" coughed Fox as the air was knocked out of him, and he fell back to the floor. Yellow came forward and snapped the collar around his neck, while Blue cuffed his tail, using the bar to link it to the collar. As Fox regained his breath and tried to prop himself back up, he realized that he could no longer move his tail, and that his ass was very uncomfortably exposed. The SharpClaws wasted no time in touching his vulnerable rump, and he yelped as their claws squeezed the meaty flesh.

"Hey, watch it!" he growled, trying to turn away from them. The SharpClaws only laughed, Blue fondling his ballsac.

Great, Fox thought, growling at his foes. Of all the aliens to be captured by, it had to be the gay ones. Fortunately for him, though, the SharpClaws didn't do much else, tiring of their game fairly quickly. Yellow took a leash and clipped it to Fox's collar, giving it a yank and choking the vulpine. Again the reptiles laughed at his struggles, Blue giving his sensitive orbs a rough squeeze.

"Nnngghh! Let go! AKKK!" Fox choked again as the leash tugged on his neck. Yellow was roaring in laughter, clearly the dumber of the two, and that was saying something. Blue chuckled, giving Fox's ass a slap before letting go of him. The vulpine couldn't help but cry out in pain; what was a playful slap for a SharpClaw was a powerful blow for his smaller, slender body.

Blue grinned down at him with brutal-looking teeth, pulling down on his breastplate and exposing the skin on his chest. Pink stood out among the blue scales, an angry scarred lump that disappeared down into his armor. "You give me this, vep! With burn stick!"

"You mean my staff?" Fox scoffed. "Probably because you guys all try to kill me on sight! Looks like I've got pretty good aim, too--AAGGHH!" Stars erupted in his vision as SharpClaw fist collided with the side of his face. Dazed, it took his vision a few moments to bring the reptile's snarling face back into focus. Claws dug into his neck, forcing his chin up, Blue's snout touching his own.

"I make sure you suffer. This night you scream and beg for SharpClaws!" the saurian growled. His breath was hot and foul in Fox's face, who glared defiantly in response. Blue stared back, but Fox's glare held firm. Letting out a growl of frustration, the SharpClaw slapped the vulpine, barking an order to his subordinate.

"Semo ed. No'ho kubadw kxo jcik ke Scales."

"0oj!" came Yellow's gleeful response, and he tugged on the leash, forcing Fox to catch himself with his hands, putting him on all fours. The two SharpClaws took a brisk pace, their strides longer than Fox's due to their difference in size. With the shackles on his arms and legs, he didn't have much choice besides following his captors, and their strength combined with the quick pace humiliatingly kept him on all fours like a dog.

He was led to a large wooden door that opened into the throne room, a stone chamber lined with torches and a carved stone seat, upon which sat General Scales himself, who, even though he was sitting, was still taller than Fox. A grin spread across Scales's face, his stoically dominating pose spoiled by the excited scratching of his big toeclaws on the floor. There was a stone block for a footrest in front of the throne, and Fox couldn't help but notice that a large ring-shaped hook jutted from its front. He could feel the color rising in his cheeks at Scales's sneer, amused at seeing his vulpine enemy naked and in chains.

"Ah, yes. The famous Fox McCloud. So good to have a jcik like you in my court. Are you enjoying our... hospitality so far?" Scales laughed, the two SharpClaws forcing Fox to the floor and chaining his neck to the ring on the throne's footrest.

"I think you need a lesson in what hospitality actually is, Scales," Fox said dryly. The big reptile just laughed and yanked on the leash that Blue put in his claw, making the pilot choke again.

"Ah ah ah! That's no way to treat your new master! I've heard you mammals make wonderful pets, and I'm going to make sure mine is obedient!" the SharpClaw taunted, his underlings snickering behind Fox. Fury was building up inside him. A pet to General Scales?! There was NO way in hell he was going to let that happen!

"Save the effort and go buy a dog. Sheesh! What is it with you sick bastards, anyway?" Fox replied. He gagged at another tug on the leash, but knowing that it was coming helped him prepare for the pain a little bit better.

Scales chuckled. "So feisty, jcik! Taming you is going to be... exquisite," he said, leering down at the vulpine. "But you won't be feisty for long... you're my slave, Fox McCloud, and I stamp out defiance VERY fast. In your case, I might do it literally, heh heh!"

It was hard for Fox to keep his cool, but somehow he forced down the rage burning inside himself. "You know, Scales, this is probably why people don't like you. Maybe your 'subjects' would want to obey you if you didn't do shit like this," he said, giving the reptile his cockiest grin.

Scales was clearly irritated, but he ignored Fox. "You can start by licking my feet, jcik," he said, propping up his feet on the stone and flexing his toes in Fox's face, their musky odor assaulting his senses. The grin melted from the pilot's face almost immediately. Cursing the canine nose he had been born with, Fox tried to pull his head away, only to be yanked back by the leash the SharpClaws had forced on him.

"Ugh, you guys have some really sick ideas of fun, you know that? YEOW!" he yelped at a sharp sting on his ass cheeks. Looking behind him, he saw Blue, brandishing a whip that he looked more than eager to use again.

"Lick, vep! You Scales toy now!" the SharpClaw hissed, raising the whip.

Fox bared his teeth and snarled. "Like I would EVER serve filthy lizards like you! You all are really starting to piss me--UNGH!" Before the whip could even strike, Scales's foot came down on Fox's back with a heavy thud, completely winding the vulpine.

"Watch your mouth, McCloud. I WILL make you worship me. That tail of yours will make a nice trophy on my wall... That is, if you don't be a good jcik and lick these," Scales wiggled his toes. "If not, this thing's great at ripping flesh." The SharpClaw bent forward, lightly scraping Fox's back with his hook hand, making the vulpine shudder. "But I always get what I want, jcik. Even if I have to use... persuasion." He grinned, slightly digging in the points of his metal claw, just enough to draw a little blood.

"All right! All right! I'm licking! Ugh," Fox said, grimacing. The smell coming from the huge SharpClaw's feet was beyond foul, but the vulpine had no choice. He glared at the reptile behind him, who brandished the whip in warning. As an extra persuasion, Scales gave Fox's leash a tug. The prisoner growled at his captor and reluctantly opened his mouth, stretching out his tongue to give the sole of the left foot a hesitant taste. Salty sweat and grime from a life of barefoot walking stung his taste buds, and he gagged, pulling away from the General's feet. But Scales would have none of that; the heavy feet sandwiched Fox's face and pulled him back, where they grinded their stink into his nostrils.

"Jkuhk nxaffadw xam."

Fox didn't need to speak Saurian to understand the command Scales gave the SharpClaw. The flare of pain as the whip bit into his ass was translation enough. He gave a yelp, and Scales's toes curled again, demanding worship.

"I know you can do better than that, jcik," the saurian said, smirking at Fox's cries of pain as the whip struck again. "He's going to keep whipping until I'm satisfied. And as Sauria's new overlord and supreme conqueror, I deserve only the best from my slave!"

Fox bared his teeth at the reptile, his growl a bit less intimidating than he had planned--it quickly turned into a howl at the sting of leather on his rump. With a sigh, he opened his mouth again, pressing his tongue to the heel in front of him. He was going to have a word with General Pepper after he got out of this--Team Star Fox's fee for this mission had just doubled, maybe even tripled. This assignment was proving to be nothing but trouble. "AGH!" he cried out again at the whip's lash. His ass was really starting to hurt. It took every ounce of willpower to force himself to drag his tongue from heel to giant toes, and the taste was even worse than he had imagined. Another crack of the whip, this time catching the edge of his balls, encouraged him to take another sweeping lick of Scales's other foot, this time faster but no less disgusting or humiliating. As he alternated his licks from left to right foot, Fox could only be grateful it was just he and the SharpClaws witnessing his humiliation.

"Ceeb uk xam! Cakkco vep aj xidwh0!"

"Xen teoj kxo jcik'j kedwio vooc, Wodohuc?"

"Nacc no wok u kihd nakx xam?"

"Xo'j weadw ke mubo u LOH0 daso jculo," Scales said, using the foot Fox wasn't currently licking to stroke his prize's face. "Xo teojd'k bden kxaj 0ok, rik 0ei'ho weadw ke xocf mo visb xam. Edo ev 0ei wok kxo wuw hout0."

At this, the booming laughter of the SharpClaws filled the room. Blue slammed the whip onto Fox's ass again, making him howl. His ass felt like it was burning, and each strike hurt even more than the last! The foot left the top of his head and rested on the stone slab, the reptile's legs spreading, and Fox could very horribly see up Scales's faulds. For the second time that day he wished he didn't have the powerful nose of a canine, the strong, primal musk assaulting his nostrils. Scales was quite clearly aroused, and though Fox couldn't understand what was so funny, he knew that it meant something very, very bad was in store for him.

Another strike of the whip and a whiff of SharpClaw foot grinding against his nose made him realize he had stopped worshiping Scales.

"Roknood kxo keoj--Between the toes!"

"Uggghhhhh..." Fox groaned, absolutely revolted. He could actually see bits of dirt as they rustled between the wiggling toes. "That's disgusting... there's no way--YAAGHH!"

The only response was three quick, sharp strikes on his rump. Claws squeezed his stinging ass cheeks, and Fox immediately looked behind himself in panic. Blue looked up at him, drool running down his lips as he gave the prisoner an evil grin.

"Very warm. But not enough warm," the SharpClaw jeered, giving a heavy smack to the vulpine's ass with his hand. Fox yelped, glaring at him, and the SharpClaw raised the whip again.

"NNGGH!" Fox was too slow; the whip caught the side of his face. They were getting crueler--he decided it was time to stop fooling around. He used his tongue to snake between Scales's toes, gagging at the gritty surface and the powerful taste, even stronger here than it had been on the saurian's soles. It was too much for him; he turned his head away in disgust.

But the feet pressed on either side of his muzzle and forced it back. "Tongue all the way out, jcik," Scales ordered, yanking on the leash. "Or we swap the whip with a sword."

Fox didn't like the sound of that at all. His face was moist with Scales's foot sweat, and his nostrils burned, but he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue.

...and immediately gagged as Scales pinched it between two of his toes. His tongue exploded with the strongest taste of SharpClaw foot yet. He couldn't take it anymore! His canid senses were far too strong for this torture! With difficulty, he tried to pull away, his wet tongue finally able to slip from the toes. Coughing, he turned his head away, trying to get the taste out of his mouth.

Scales heaved a grunt of annoyance. "Nxoho aj kxuk wuw?!" he called, and Yellow came forward with a large metal ring with belts on its side. From the ring jutted four prongs like the legs of some bizarre insect. "Open your mouth, jcik!" Scales said, taking the device in his hands.

Fox's teeth clamped shut. That thing was going in his mouth?! It would break his jaw! The... gag, if Fox could call it that, looked like it had been designed for use on SharpClaws, all of whom were much bigger than he was; standing, his head barely reached Scales's abdomen, while even Yellow, the smallest reptile present, was still at least a foot taller than Fox. The whip stung his abused ass again, but he didn't dare open up.

"Fh0 kxuk jcik'j meikx efod!" came Scales's barked order. Yellow's claws gripped his face, and Fox, though he tried as hard as he could, was unable to fight the raw strength of a saurian. Pained cries came from his mouth as his jaw was forced farther open than he had thought possible, the SharpClaw's dirty hands touching his tongue as they clumsily found a good grip that would allow Scales to fit the ring inside. And it was a very tight fit. Fox's groans became louder as the metal dug into the roof of his mouth, right behind the teeth. Adding to his suffering were the dull points of the gag's arms. As the belt was buckled at the back of his head, the points dug into his cheeks, not sharp enough to draw blood, but hard enough to pinch.

And then Fox could no longer talk. His only way of fighting back--though admittedly it had been fading with his humiliation--was no longer an option. All he could do was take whatever pain his captors wanted to dish out.

Scales grinned down at the helpless vulpine. "You can finish cleaning my feet when you're a little more obedient, jcik," he said, standing and peeling off his faulds, tossing them aside. Fox couldn't help but gasp, his eyes widening at the massive cock in front of him; with no armor covering it, it seemed twice as big as before. Even if Fox had been Scales sized, he still would have thought the cock was huge. It was a darker green than the rest of the saurian, just as powerful looking as the rest of his muscled form. Easily over a foot long, it was longer than Fox's forearm. It pulsated slightly, pre dripping from its tip. Scales chuckled at the vulpine's awed stare. "And something tells me making you obedient will not be difficult. Re0j, 0ei bden nxuk ke te!'

The two SharpClaw henchmen eagerly came forward, removing the chain that held Fox's neck to the throne's footrest. "This why you beg this night, jcik!" Blue said gleefully, dragging a struggling Fox to the center of the throne room and chaining his collar to a hook in the floor.

Fox's paws clutched at his collar as he tried to scream obscenities, curses, insults, anything at his captors. Around him, SharpClaw armor hit the floor, and the stink of saurian arousal stung his nose. The next thing that hit his senses was the stench of more foot, this time a blue sole in front of his gaping maw. He desperately tried to close his mouth, the oversize gag biting into his palate, but he could do nothing as a filthy toe pressed on his tongue, the salty, bitter flavor overwhelming his taste buds.

"Hehehehehehehe! Vep hungry?" Blue taunted, rubbing his foot along Fox's tongue. But that was the least of Fox's worries. He hadn't noticed Scales getting into position behind him until he felt something between his ass cheeks. Something hard, something enormous, something sticky.

"UHHHH?!" He turned his head as much as he could with the toe in his mouth, able to see the nude Scales in his peripheral vision, who was busy breaking some sort of leaf and rubbing its juices over his enormous cock. Cold wetness probed Fox, and he yelped as his captor applied some of the saplike lube to his insides. This was not happening! He wouldn't let it! He wasn't some sex toy to dinosaurs! He was an intergalactic mercenary and hero! THIS WASN'T HAPPENING! He began to panic, trying to kick at the rapist, who simply caught his ankles in one hand, giving his footpaws a hearty sniff.

"Mmmm!" Scales rumbled in arousal. "You're going to make VERY nice jcik meat!" Fox's resolve was fading fast; a high-pitched cry of fear escaped his lips. He hoped 'meat' wasn't literal. His legs immobilized, he swung his cuffed arms, clawing at anything he could reach, which was mostly Blue.

"Arrggghhh! Stupid jcik!" The foot pulled away, and Fox's vision exploded with colors as Blue cruelly kicked him in the head. It took him a bit to regain his senses, and when he did, Yellow was holding the whip, Blue stroking himself, and Scales prying apart Fox's ass cheeks. "Time for suffer, jcik!" Blue called, gripping Fox's hands and squeezing so hard that the vulpine cried out in pain.

So many things happened at once. Scales began a slow rhythm of warming up Fox's ass, forcing his cock inside and pulling out, then repeating over and over again. "Rrrrr! Such a tight little jcik! You're lucky I'm just using the tip right now!" Scales laughed, claws digging into Fox's sore ass. Just the tip?! It felt so huge inside him, like his insides were being torn apart! There was more than that?!

Meanwhile, an angry Blue grabbed Fox by the scalp and thrust his cock into the prisoner's helpless mouth. The taste and smell was far, far worse than the SharpClaw's foot--it seemed like the SharpClaw tribe was a very sexual species. Maybe they were in heat or something? Fox could only guess at the burning in his nostrils. The musk was much stronger than he had ever smelled in a mammal, even stronger than his own fox musk at the peak of his mating urges. Like everything else about the SharpClaws, the rape was savage, with Blue's cock gagging him as he was deepthroated, unable to do anything to stop it. His nose collided with the reptile's groin with each brutal thrust, spicy and powerful musk clouding his mind as it overwhelmed his senses.

As if being spitroasted wasn't enough for Fox to suffer through, Yellow began flaying him with the whip, loud cracks filling the air and creating a grotesque harmony with the primal grunts of his rapists and slapping thrusts in both ends, not to mention Fox's muffled cries of pain. It was unbelievable how strong his rapists were; their thrusts sent him back and forth from General to soldier, as if he were the ball in some perverted game of living catch.

Scales growled in pleasure. "Such a good fuck! Mrrrrrraaaawrrrr!" Fox actually screamed as the next bit of the reptile's cock forced itself inside him, its girth widening and making him feel as if his bones were being pried apart. Intensity, pain--his virgin ass couldn't take it! It burned as it went in, the rough skin scraping at his delicate insides, stretching him and making him uncomfortably... full. There was no other word for the feeling. It was so preoccupying that Fox barely noticed the whipping and the face rape, only feeling bursts of pain on his back and gagging on a powerful musky taste. But he was fully aware of every subtle part of his first time taking it in the ass.

"MUCH better than that blue vixen! Oh, you didn't get to try her yet, did you jcik?" Scales asked, pulling out and stroking his cock up and down Fox's hole, smearing it with pre. The vulpine could feel himself shaking in a mixture of shame and rage. he could feel tears stinging his eyes, but he wouldn't give them the satisfaction! He wasn't going to let his torturers see him cry!

"You didn't miss much, so don't worry, little jcik," Scales continued, reaching around and squeezing Fox's flaccid length. "She was just a throwaway fuck. Came in her about ten or so times and she was a ruined fuck! But I prefer jciks like you anyway, Fox McCloud. Ones who have a nice reputation." Scales chuckled, laughing at Fox, who kept his glaring eyes fixated on his captor, but still winced at each thrust in his muzzle and each strike to his back. "So I beat the shit out of her, got some nice information, and then sent her away to be imprisoned for the rest of her life. My real prize is you, jcik." Without warning, he plunged into Fox, who let out an involuntary, high-pitched moan as he was spread more than ever. Upon hearing that, Blue picked up the pace, making Fox gag with each brutal thrust down his throat. "Heheheh! And you moan like a female better than she did! What a natural jcik," continued Scales's taunts, the reptile's thick penis accelerating and making Fox give more humiliating moans. "Get used to it, jcik! This is what you'll be doing until you die!" And then Fox really felt it at both ends--fire in his ass and down his throat as he was raped by the SharpClaws. It had started out plenty rough, but this was different. He was being used for nothing more than their carnal pleasures now, and he had never imagined he could feel so helpless. He had become their bitch.

At the Cornerian Flight Academy, he had been taught how to survive torture situations: focus your mind on nothingness, meditate and feel the pain as if it's happening to someone far away. But that was insanity here. Pain was one thing, but the humiliation made everything feel like it was in slow motion. It was just the opposite of the torture survival lessons! How could he pretend he was anywhere else when he could taste Blue's cock, sweat and pre rolling over his tongue as the penis thrust deep down his throat, far enough that he gagged? SharpClaw musk made him dizzy and lightheaded, and the exertion of raping him only made Blue sweat more. But slashes of pain danced along his back with Yellow's excited whipping, never letting Fox's attention waver from his own defilement. The back and forth slaps of groin against fox turned to horrible squelching noises as both ends filled with dinosaur pre. Another moan, muffled by SharpClaw cock, escaped Fox as Scales reached his fastest speed yet. Scales had long abandoned talk, nothing but animalistic grunts and growls coming from the SharpClaws now. Yellow tossed his whip aside, unable to hold it anymore as he began to beat himself off while standing over the unfortunate vulpine.

Blue let Fox's wrists go and grabbed his ears, using them as handles as the climax approached. Fox let out another muffled cry--his ears were delicate, and they were crumpled in the SharpClaw's fists--and reached up in a vain attempt to pull Blue's arms away. But all this accomplished was feeling firsthand how much more chiseled a SharpClaw's biceps were than his own. Blue slammed down Fox's throat, digging his claws into the back of the vulpine's head, full length gagging him.

Oh god, how Fox wished he could bite! The SharpClaw gave a hiss of ecstasy, making him panic. Why wasn't he pulling out?! Fox desperately tried to pull from his rapist's powerful grip, but it held him there for the greatest humiliation yet. It was warm and sticky, an odd mixture of salty bitterness with a mildly sweet tang, and there was a lot of it. He retched as it squirted directly down his windpipe, gag reflex making the semen come right back into his mouth, where his cheeks bulged with it, his mouth plugged with cock. "Swallow! Swallow all!" growled Blue, and Fox felt more warmness on his back--Yellow was cumming too! Absolutely disgusted, his other end still being destroyed, Fox's body seemed to realize there was no point in fighting back. He swallowed mouthfuls of the reptile's cum while his back and tail got their own shower of SharpClaw seed. Pulling out, Blue stared down at the vulpine, laughing at the defeated look on his victim's face. He tipped his head and gave Fox's hand a playful nip, right where it was still clutched on the SharpClaw's powerful arm. The vulpine yelped, pulling his hands away as if he had been burned. Had he really been gripping the saurian so hard, like a helpless damsel? Something sprayed from his mouth, and he wiped the cum that dribbled down his face on the back of his arm.

"Heh heh heh... such jcik you are!" Blue taunted, seeming to enjoy the sounds of Fox's moans and the slaps of Scales's humping. An evil grin spread across the blue-scaled reptile's face. "Xect xaj xout jkout0!" he barked to Yellow. Fox cried out as claws crudely grabbed his face, pointing his helpless mouth upward, directly under Blue's groin. "And this for me getting scar! Jcik thirsty?" No! This wasn't happening! Fox struggled, but the reptilian claws kept his head still.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUHHH!!!" he screamed. So much happened at once. Scales thrusted forward, spreading Fox wider than ever, his claws squeezing the vulpine's ass so hard Fox feared they would tear his flesh. As Scales reached his climax, Blue let loose with a stream of urine pointed directly at the pilot's open mouth. A horrible warm and wet feeling stung his abused insides, making him let out a gargled moan as he half swallowed, half choked up the saurian piss in his muzzle. He tried anything, everything to get them out! His face hurt from struggling so much against the yellow claws on his face; they refused to budge. Instinctively clenching his ass only seemed to milk the cock deep inside him, heightening the feeling of sticky fullness, the bit of his enemy that would always feel like it was inside him, there to taunt him forever. It was SharpClaw domination--Fox's body no longer belonged to himself. How could he think it did when he couldn't even spit it out when someone was pissing in his mouth?!

As his knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor, it was all he could do not to break down crying. Blue's salty urine slowed, dripping all over Fox's face as Yellow clumsily moved it to catch the golden liquid. Fox couldn't help but moan as the giant cock pulled slowly out of his expanded rectum, his submissive moan meeting with the harmony of Scales's sigh of bliss. Without a cock to plug him up, Fox's hole felt horribly wide, cum squelching and rolling messily down his thighs and balls, matting his amber fur.

"Weet cakkco visb, ajd'k xo?" came Scales's guttural voice as he stood, making his underlings laugh. What now?!? Fox thought, wanting to scream. He just wanted to sleep and forget this day had ever happened! He flinched as Scales moved to his front, ten feet of dinosaur grinning down at him, toes twitching in euphoric anticipation. "Idxeeb xam," the saurian said, Yellow reaching down to unbuckle Fox's neck from the floor. Blue put the leash in Scales's hand, who yanked a choking Fox to his feet.

"You're really quite the jcik when it comes down to it, Fox McCloud. Best fuck I've ever had!" Scales said, pulling Fox close and wiping his dripping cock on the helpless vulpine's face. "And a good fuck like you needs to be shared, wouldn't you say?"

Fox let out a miserable groan.

"Heh heh heh... That's right, jcik," Scales chuckled, using his hook hand to stroke the vulpine's head. Fox shuddered and couldn't hold back his whimper. More SharpClaws were going to rape him? Wasn't this session enough? The General's powerful tail swung and knocked him to his hands and knees. "Not so cocky anymore, are we, McCloud?" the saurian taunted, pointing his thumb behind him and looking at Blue. Grinning, the SharpClaw nodded and left the throne room. "We're far from being done for today, jcik." Fox grunted as the reptile's foot came down on his back, making him collapse onto his belly. "And I don't think you're quite broken enough yet anyway." Another whimper escaped the vulpine, soon becoming a scream as Scales put his other foot on Fox's sore ass, standing on his new slave and straddling the tail cuff. "Oh, don't worry, jcik; I won't crush you. You mammals are wonderfully resistant to pressure." Fox continued crying out in pain as he felt the sickle-like claws flex on his body. "Ahhhhhh..." the sadistic reptile sighed. "Such soft fur! It's lucky for you you're such a satisfying fuck, jcik. Otherwise I'd skin you and make this pelt into a nice rug!" Another shout of pain from the vulpine--Scales had lifted a foot, leaving all his weight on Fox's rump. "Oh, does that hurt?" the SharpClaw laughed and put his foot down on Fox's face, making sure to grind its stink into his nostrils. "Maybe it's more unlucky for you that you're such a good jcik! Did poor little Fox McCloud not enjoy making his new owners happy? Is the little hero too proud to be sucking cock and licking feet?" Fox gave his most pitiful groan yet, making Scales shake with laughter on top of him. "Well, it's a pity I love it when you suffer, isn't it? Lick my foot." Fox clumsily obeyed, his tongue flicking at the toes that hung over the front of his muzzle. The foot was tinged with the leftover saurian cum from his back, to his disgust, but still he worshiped. A few feet away, Yellow moaned, watching the vulpine with lust etched across his face, awkwardly staring as he was ignored by Scales.

The door opened again; Blue had returned, this time a flask of pale green liquid in his claw. "Wonderful!" Scales said, jumping off of Fox, who gave a miserable groan as the massive weight left his body. He felt like he had been beaten up countless times in a row, his body aching so hard he couldn't even bring himself to raise off of the floor. He watched, barely conscious as Scales took the flask from his henchman and returned.

"Are you thirsty, jcik?" Scales asked, grabbing Fox's leash and tugging so that his head craned upward. Using a prong of his hook hand as a corkscrew, he popped out the bottle's stopper. Fox could smell the potion, the menthol aroma a very welcome change from cummy SharpClaw foot. "You'd better be, jcik. Spill one drop of this and my fist will be the next thing that's fucking that ass!" Scales growled, bringing the flask closer. Fox whimpered, but was too tired to resist anyway. The liquid poured into his gagged mouth, bitter and strong, kind of an odd mixture of menthol and seawater. As he drank the vile liquid, he felt his tiredness ebb away, the strength returning to his muscles. He felt more alert than even before the rape had begun! He could feel the drug flowing through him, vitality surging through his body. It really felt quite nice, but Fox felt sick to his stomach. He knew why they were giving him this; they wanted him to survive more torture.

"Isn't that better, jcik? Now let's go have some more fun," Scales said, yanking the leash and walking out of the throne room, dragging Fox behind him. Scrambling to crawl and lessen the strain on his neck, the vulpine struggled to follow Scales's giant stride. Behind him, Blue and Yellow followed, still nude, Yellow carrying his whip, which he mercifully did not use on their walk.

Scales led him to a set of double doors, behind which Fox's ears picked up the dull roar of dozens of excited conversations in Saurian. "Welcome to the SharpClaw barracks, jcik. You will crawl on all fours and stay by my feet at all times. Understand?" Scales ordered, and Fox nodded, his heart racing. Scales undid Fox's leash, tossing it to Blue, then slowly pushed open the tall doors. Fox followed obediently behind him, not daring to try anything with Blue and Yellow close behind.

They were greeted with a lounge of sorts, with many wooden tables with drinks, with a hallway off to the side lined with cots. SharpClaws of every color and size drank and laughed, quickly becoming silent as they noticed their leader. A few of them pointed at Fox and whispered excitedly to a companion. Soon, the room was completely quiet and all eyes were on Fox, who blushed under their scrutiny. Why, oh why did he have to be naked?!

Scales grinned, waiting for Blue and Yellow to join their comrades, leaving him and Fox alone in the center of the room, surrounded by SharpClaws. He cleared his throat, addressing his soldiers in a very commanding tone. Though Fox could not understand it, the SharpClaw dictator's voice exuded strength and resolution. "Ukkodkaed, jectaohj! Kedawxk 0ei uho roadw honuhtot veh 0eih ce0uck0 udt johlaso ke mo. Eih fukx xuj rood cedw udt uhtieij, rik xoho uk m0 vook bdoocj Fox McCloud, eih xukot odom0, nxe khaot ke effejo kxo vehsoj ev eih fhewhojj. Xo aj den fhajedoh ev kxo JxuhfScunj, rik xaj shamoj uho misx kee whouk veh oposikaed. U cavokamo ev jculoh0 ke kxo JxuhfScun kharo aj xaj jodkodso. Kedawxk Fox couhdj nxuk tovouk khic0 moudj! Kedawxk Fox couhdj nxuk xuffodj ke kxejo nxe effejo General Scales! Kedawxk Fox couhdj nxuk ak moudj ke ro u jcik! M0 ce0uc jectaohj, no xulo ouhdot u whudt laskeh0 kedawxk! Kedawxk no sujk ujato eih uhmeh udt odze0 kxo jfeacj ev nuh! M0 jectaohj, vacc eih jculo nakx kxo joot ev kxo sxejod huso udt mubo xam bden kxuk no xulo ned!"

As the multitude of SharpClaws roared in approval and celebration, rushing to take off their armor, Fox couldn't help but quiver in fear. Scales lewdly groped himself, leering down at his prisoner. "I told them you're the spoils of our victory, and they're all going to breed you. Every single one of them."

"WHUHHH?!" Fox shrieked hysterically through the gag. There must have been a hundred of them! Desperately, he scrambled away from the horny reptiles, crawling wildly, his shackles making him stumble. Scales caught up to him with little effort.

"Going somewhere, jcik?" he laughed, placing his heavy foot on Fox's back. Terror making him all the more desperate, Fox clawed at the stone floor, anything to keep him away from the SharpClaw army! "No, you've been a thorn in my side for too long, little Fox," Scales said, dragging him backwards across the floor with his foot as if Fox were a squashed insect. "And we can't let that nice ass and mouth of yours go to waste, now can we? You're just the morale booster my soldiers need." Scales roughly grabbed him by the collar and lifted him from the floor. "Besides," he told the vulpine, chuckling at his panicked thrashing. "I still haven't gotten to try out that mouth of yours yet. Why don't we fix that?" Scales put the blunt side of his hook hand underneath his captive's thighs and heaved upward. As Fox soared into the air, things seemed to slow down. SharpClaws pointing, cheering, laughing, beating off at the sight of him! Weightlessness. That feeling, even with years of experience of space travel, was something that still felt strange to him. But at the height of the throw, gravity caught up with him, and things no longer felt slow as he fell. Oh god! He was going to hit the stone face first!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHH!" he screamed, horrible pain at the base of his tail as his face stopped mere inches from the floor. Laughter, scattered Saurian jokes and remarks. The pain in his tail grew, and he tried to keep still to lessen the agony. Scales yanked upward on the tail by which he had caught Fox. Using his hook hand to stabilize the suspended vulpine, he aligned fox muzzle with reptile cock.

"Open wide, jcik! Oh, you already are!" Scales laughed, leering down at Fox, who desperately was shaking his head no, silently pleading that this wasn't going to happen, praying for the miracle of all miracles that Scales would just decide to put him down!

Suddenly and with terrifying strength, Scales slammed Fox face-first into his groin, dashing the vulpine's desperate hopes and making his vision blur from the sheer length of cock. The clawed hand let go of his tail, his knees scraping painfully against stone as they hit the floor. Scales was much bigger than Blue, and his musk was more intense. For once, Fox was thankful for the excessive gag, because the General's was so girthy that he suspected the time spent with the gag was the only reason the cock was fitting inside him. He tasted Scales's leftover cum from the earlier rape, wincing; he was not eager to taste the bitter fluid fresh from the source.

Fox could only grunt and gag as Scales pumped him on the giant cock. How on earth was that fitting inside him?! Maybe he wouldn't have to taste the cum if Scales just orgasmed directly down his throat... Was that something he was seriously hoping for now?! Had things really gotten so bad that he had started to expect horrible things and just hope for the lesser of the evils to happen to him? "Nxe'j vahjk? Jcik'j ujj aj hout0 veh meho!" Scales called out, twisting Fox's head so that the vulpine's nose was pressed into his sac. Head swimming from this new wave of musk, Fox almost didn't notice the crowd of soldiers getting ready for him.

The crowd of reptiles parted, and Fox's first rapist of the session was there, a tall, lanky, green specimen of a SharpClaw, whose cock looked nearly as long as Scales's! The SharpClaw came forward and gave his tribe's new bitch a rough slap on the ass. Fox whined as the hands explored all over his body, their owner giving a steady stream of gleefully hissed Saurian, peppered with "jcik" this and "jcik" that. He felt that long dick snug between his ass cheeks, just resting longways along his crack, teasing him, letting him know exactly what he would have to deal with but making him wait and fear for it. Bending over the captive, the tall male grabbed the sides of Fox's face and helped Scales build his fucking momentum. The face kept busy and filled, the green SharpClaw pulled his hips back a bit, his erection pointing against the vulpine's anus, just one thrust from Fox's second breeding. The reptile craned his head downward, giving the back of his victim's neck a playful lick.

"Nuak," came Scales's voice. The other SharpClaw pulled away from Fox's neck, curiously looking up at his leader. "Jcik!" Scales addressed Fox, whose eyes widened as, without warning, the good hand throttled his neck, cutting off his air. The evil reptile began pumping, his cock down his toy's throat. It was gruesome; Scales was essentially masturbating with Fox's neck as a cock sleeve. Only with the help of the drug he had been force fed was the pilot staying conscious. "Reach back and spread yourself for Lieutenant Vaho here! Show everyone you want that ass destroyed and maybe then I'll let go." To prove his point, Scales squeezed Fox's neck even harder.

The prisoner needed no telling twice. His chains slapped against his groin and hips as he forced his shackled hands as far back as they would go. Mercifully, they were just the right length for him to grip his ass cheeks and pull them apart for Vaho's eager cock. He winced, feeling the stickiness from Scales's marking of his insides from his first rape. With pleading eyes, he looked up at Scales, silently begging him to release his throat. "Not until I cum, jcik!" Scales laughed, continuing the neck pumping as Vaho made slow but powerful thrusts into Fox's spread ass.

Fox was desperate. He used his tongue to lick at any part of Scales's cock he could reach, not caring about the musky flavor. He was getting lightheaded, head pounding from the abuse and the lack of oxygen. Tears streamed down his face as Scales placed a foot on Fox's shoulder, bracing himself for an even harder fuck. The General was pulling out all the stops on this one, and Fox was beginning to think he wasn't going to survive the barbaric rape. His head throbbed; he wasn't going to last much longer...

But then the blockage in his throat cleared, and Scales pulled all the way out and grabbed himself, the cockhead pointed directly at Fox's face. Coughing and trying to regain his composure, he realized a little too late what was happening. The largest load of cum he had ever seen hit him in the face like a jet from a hose, the first spurt going directly in his open mouth, the second and third hitting his face as he instinctively turned away. The surrounding SharpClaws cheered at the defilement of their enemy, the noise making Fox's face burn in shame. And then the cock was back inside his mouth, where he had no choice but to swallow the many remaining bitter spurts of seed. Scales sighed as his orgasm passed, keeping the vulpine on his cock for a few moments as his lieutenant kept up the fucking.

Finally Scales pulled out, a moan issuing from the cum-dripping Fox. "Lick me clean, jcik. You've got a very long way to go before we're done here," he said, claws digging into Fox's scalp and pressing his nose against the semi-flaccid cock in front of him. The defeated hero groaned, holding back tears as he made himself lap at the cummy dick. Not that he had much choice with his mouth stuck gaping as it was.

Meanwhile, Vaho was showing no mercy on Fox's poor ass. It was hard to keep his licks steady with all the force the SharpClaw was putting into sodomizing him. Rather than Scales's dick preparing him for more anal sex, it only made him sore inside, so that every thrust of the reptile's dick sent moans of pain and--pleasure?!--through him. He knew it was just his prostate's natural reaction, but the realization that a part of him was helplessly aroused against his will was nothing short of humiliating. More moans escaped him, moans he wanted no one to hear! General Scales was taking everything, including his control over his own body!

The forced grooming led Fox's tongue to areas he had NEVER wanted to taste, let alone on a giant, dirty reptile like Scales. Cock was first, naturally, but then he had to worship abs and balls, then taint, then--and this one made him shudder--tailhole. And there was no use trying to fight it; he had balked at licking the tailhole, but Scales had simply touched the hook to his neck, and that was something that Fox definitely did not want to feel slashing at him.

Vaho suddenly pulled all the way out of Fox, who moaned, his eyes rolling backward for a moment. He could barely make out slapping sounds, and by the time he realized what was going on, Vaho came. It sprayed far, hitting the back of Fox's neck, his back, his tail. Trickling down his sides and his ass cheeks, it felt like it was everywhere! Fox tried looking back as he felt the SharpClaw's long dick smear around the cum on his ass cheeks, but Scales grabbed his head and made him keep licking at the saurian's tailhole. His ass felt empty, but not for long; Vaho suddenly plunged back inside him, fucking Fox hard until his second orgasm sprayed deep inside the vulpine. SharpClaws all around cheered as their lieutenant pulled out again, cum spilling down Fox's legs. Scales let go of Fox, forcing him to turn around to allow him to see who was next in line as Vaho returned to the multitude of eager reptiles.

There was a definite system of dominance among the SharpClaws. The yellow SharpClaw from his first fuck was clearly low on the totem pole, as he was currently being spitroasted between two of his stronger brethren. Blue, however, seemed to be of fairly high rank; though he wasn't among those chosen to rape Fox with Scales first, he was barking orders to the next group as he fucked the face of a twink SharpClaw. Vaho seemed to be Scales's second in command. SharpClaw grunts gathered around him to worship and clean every part of him they could lick. It was staggering how many SharpClaws there were! Taking just the ones he already had was plenty--were all of them really going to rape him?! He quickly found that the answer was yes. Fox's gangbang continued, dozens of reptiles mating with him, Scales returning over and over, never sated.

As the highest in the pecking order came back for seconds, the sex only got kinkier. It soon all became a blur of nonstop humiliation and suffering for Fox, but certain parts of it would stay with him, vividly imprinted in his memory for him to revisit in his nightmares. He would never be able to forget Scales returning to blow load number five in his slave's ass, hook pointed at Fox's throat and clawed hand digging into his scalp. He screamed, begging, pleading, PRAYING for it to end, the colossal prick reaming his comparatively tiny ass, Scales's libido as strong as ever and looking like it would never let up.

But that wasn't the worst of it.

There was a reason Scales grabbed his head. The top officer was turned around, his tail lifted, hole exposed and waiting. Other SharpClaws lined up behind him, two of the strongest squatting on all fours with the top officer. Unlike their superior, these two had clearly been fucked already, their holes dripping with saurian cum.

Fox needed no telling what Scales expected him to do, but hearing "Clean them, jcik!" Somehow made the act real, terrifying--all the much worse. He had only tried escaping the rape party once since it had begun, but something inside him snapped at this command, and he screamed and tried to thrash at his rapists.

It went about as well as his first escape attempt. At this outburst, Scales immediately ordered ten soldiers to line up next to the current ones, their tails raised and asses leaking from fresh matings amongst one another. The General shoved Fox's face in the first few himself, not satisfied until the vulpine's tongue had penetrated deep inside each one. The lesson was well-learned; as Fox rimmed the last hole clean, a new SharpClaw claiming his ass, he didn't dare fight it again.

There were so many SharpClaws, some gentle, most of them rough. It was a small comfort that many of them were done in seconds. With the wild orgy going on in the barracks by horny SharpClaws who could no longer hold their lust, orgasms were usually quick, without too much cum for Fox to swallow. Almost all of those at the bottom were like that, and Fox much preferred these fuckings to the other, crueler rapes. Eventually, Fox found that the quick ones didn't even feel that bad, especially with the constant painful reminder that Scales was the biggest of them all. After a fuck with him, a twink's cock was nothing! But the alphas, the ones toward the top of the pecking order--those were the ones he had to look out for. The officers, the kinky ones who came back for seconds, even thirds. They were always taller and stronger than the grunts, and their cocks were very much the same way. And they never failed to find ways to add that extra bitter sting to Fox's defeat.

The kinks were all over the place, too. But they all had one thing in common: to humiliate and degrade Fox however possible. Most of them pulled out before cumming in his mouth, instead preferring to make a mess of his beautiful fur, cumming on his face or his chest. Sometimes Fox had to jack them off, a difficult feat with his cuffed wrists. One kinky SharpClaw even used his footpaws! Fox couldn't believe how much emphasis the SharpClaw tribe put on their feet. Much like their leader, many of them took disturbing amounts of pleasure in having their claws worshiped as well as teasing him with bodily harm underfoot. The one who had cum on Fox's paws got overzealous and actually walked on top of the vulpine to show his dominance, earning a reprimand from Scales. As strange as their fixation was, Fox had to admit it was working, and working very well; all traces of dignity and pride were gone, and he felt completely broken.

Thanks to the gag and the tail cuff, Fox was always completely vulnerable. Scales, showing no mercy to his enemy, ensured that both ends were filled at all times. And more often than not, Scales himself would be the one to fill one of those positions, always with a degrading remark about his jcik.

"You should be thankful, jcik. I still haven't put all of this inside you," the General said as he forced Fox to lick his cock clean. It was a waste of time; Fox knew that it was only going to go right back in him.

"Ahhh... yes, this feels MUCH better than I expected! I'll have to make you do it to me more, jcik!" he sighed as Fox sucked on his enormous testicles at the suggestion of another SharpClaw officer. This one was especially bad for Fox as he could barely breathe, his sensitive nose buried in musky dinosaur sac.

"Tsk, tsk," he said in another humiliating instance, pulling his foot away and smearing it in some stray cum on the floor. "You're going to have to learn how to clean your master's feet without that random screaming problem of yours, jcik. Try again." Fox gave a frustrated, defeated cry and made himself tongue wash the cummy sole in front of him. "Mubo xam jgiahm!" Scales then said to the pair of SharpClaw twins behind Fox: his 'random screaming problem.' The twins broke the same kind of leaf Scales had lubed up with earlier, smearing it on themselves and Fox's overused hole. The vulpine tensed, feeling both of their cockheads pressing against his entrance together...

Fox never was able to do that one without screaming. Eventually the twins were spent, and Scales grabbed him by the ears and fucked his face, his cheeks bulging as he struggled to swallow the saurian's latest load.

But by far the most humiliating thing Scales did to him was make him cum. Fox, to his extreme embarrassment, found himself hard after the first couple of fucks. And Scales didn't let it go unnoticed. "What's this, jcik? Don't tell me you're enjoying this?" the saurian asked, lustful glee etched on his face.

Fox definitely was NOT enjoying it. But a cock in his mouth and a clawed hand on his muzzle prevented him from any sort of protest. Scales pulled out of Fox, who gave a muffled whine as his poor ass tried to go back to its original size. Almost instantly, another SharpClaw was there, so eager to satisfy his carnal instincts that Fox felt as if he were being spanked from the force of the reptile's thrusting pelvis.

Scales squatted down and gripped his slave's cock in his good hand. Of course the first thing out of his mouth was another shaming insult. "Is this really as big as yours gets, jcik? Ha!" he laughed, many of the SharpClaws joining in so that the room echoed with their derisive laughter. Fox's face burned with shame.

"A kxadb jcik'j ouhdot u sim, neictd'k 0ei ju0?" Scales called out, and there was a huge roar from the crowd. Whatever Scales had said was too much for the SharpClaw fucking Fox's face, who pulled out to blow his load on top of the vulpine's head. The feeling of warm cum trickling down the back of his neck made Fox shudder, and he whimpered pathetically, quite high in pitch because of his gaping muzzle.

A mix of sensations coursed through his body as Scales's hand started beating him off. The hand was huge and very, very strong, and he was jacking off Fox so hard that it felt like he was being rubbed raw. But, in spite of the pain, Scales's touch was working, and Fox was soon whining like a feral as he was brought to his first orgasm of the evening.

But Scales let go, leaving him denied. "Beg for it, jcik!" he commanded. The jeers of the army were louder than ever.

Fox had to cum, though, and, as humiliating as it was, he gave his most submissive whine, high-pitched yiff noises, bucking his hips forward to show just what a jcik he had become. More laughter. A few SharpClaws were so amused (and drunk) that they fell over from their howls of mirth.

Scales, shaking with laughter of his own, grabbed Fox's cock again, and in no time at all, the vulpine's brain surged with pleasure and he howled, his tongue hanging out as he came hard onto the floor. But pleasure faded quickly and reality sank in for the humiliated Fox. How could he have been so desperate and so, so... slutty for his tormentors?

And then came the absolute worst part.

"Lick up the mess you made, jcik!" Scales ordered, pressing Fox's face in the newly-formed puddle of semen and rubbing his nose in it, just like an owner would do to a dog during potty training. The SharpClaw who was currently fucking him gave a telltale roar, painting Fox's insides with a fresh reminder of his slavery. Scales quickly shoved him aside and began plowing Fox's ass, all the while making him lick the floor clean. It was a bizarre sight for sure: Fox with a dinosaur almost twice his size fucking him, being dragged across the floor in an awkward crawl as his master made him lap up all the room's stray cum. With nearly one hundred horny reptiles, this was no small feat.

One good thing did come out of these, however. Without fail, Scales, so aroused by his foe's humiliation, would blow his load inside Fox, which meant the cruelest of all of them would be out for a little while as he regained his libido. But Fox never got a break. It continued for what felt like hours upon hours, the drug he had been given amazingly keeping him fully conscious the entire time.

No mammal would have been able to withstand a session like the one Fox had been forced to endure. His strength had quickly shattered, and every rape and humiliation only broke him more and more. By the time the final SharpClaw, a new private even younger than Fox, sloppily pulled out of him, the vulpine was a shaking, sobbing wreck. The ritual of vengeance and humiliation seemingly complete, Blue came forward and reattached the leash to Fox's collar, which now dripped with cum. "Jcik no hero! Jcik crying and worshiping SharpClaws! Hehehe!" The SharpClaw clapped in mirth, and there was more laughter, which grew at the wail that came from Fox's dripping muzzle.

Scales sat in a chair and tugged on the leash, pointing at his insatiable dick with his metal hand. "You're defeated, Fox McCloud. Show the SharpClaw tribe that you're our jcik and lick me clean!"

Fox let out a sob and slurped at the enormous, cummy cock. There was no telling how many of them he had sucked that night, but for some reason, with every soldier watching, all attention focused on him and him alone, sucking Scales was the most humiliating thing he had ever done. His tongue lapped at cock and balls, tasting the remnants of god knew how many fucks. Sweat, musk, and cum--Fox felt his stomach gurgle as he grimly realized that Scales's taste was ingrained in him, that he actually recognized his owner's flavor. That as much as he wanted to forget the dozens of times he had worshiped Scales, he would never be able to get that horribly dominant and masculine taste out of his mouth. That if he ever managed to escape this hellhole, he would always carry the taste of his rapist. This realization broke him more than anything the SharpClaws did and he wept harder, licking his master in humiliated defeat.

When the cock was completely cleaned, Scales leaned forward and unbuckled the gag, removing it from Fox's mouth. It felt beyond strange to be able to close his mouth again; much like his ass, Fox felt unnaturally open without anything inside him.

Scales wasted no time grabbing Fox by the back of the head and rubbing his nose in the spicy musk of the base of his cock. "Let's see if your lesson's been learned, Fox McCloud. Are you a jcik, existing to serve the SharpClaws for life?"

Fox made a pathetic sound, somewhere between a sob and a howl. "...Yes..." he whined, tears glistening on his cummy face.

"Yes, WHAT?" Scales said, to a roar of laughter from his army.

"Yes, master!" Fox wept. It was over for him. He couldn't fight back anymore.

"I'm not quite convinced, though..." Scales said in mock thought, drumming his fingers on the chair's armrest. Fox's stomach gurgled as he felt sick again. He couldn't take much more of this torture! "I think to convince us that you're our jcik, you should admit it. Tell us that you're a slut and that Scales is your master!" Scales laughed, flexing his toes. "Oh, and kiss my feet while you do it," he said, tugging again on Fox's leash.

"I am a slut! Scales is my master!" Fox cried, bowing and kissing his conqueror's feet. Not just once. He did it multiple times, on the claws, the toes, the soles, on both feet. Not only did he want to show that he was broken, he wanted to show that he would do anything for Scales.

"Good boy! But we need all my soldiers to understand what a jcik you are!" Scales stroked his slave's face with his foot, grinning sadistically at the vulpine's debasement. Fox let out a miserable whine--wasn't it enough that he had been fucked by all of them?! To make it even worse, the jeers and laughs from the surrounding SharpClaws showed that they needed no translation to what Fox had just said.

But Scales was the cruelest creature he had ever met. "Repeat after me, jcik: 'A um u jcik!' Then kiss my feet!"

"A um u jcik!" Fox wept, pressing his lips to Scales's claws. The laughter was deafening.

"Good jcik!" Scales and the soldiers laughed, and Fox wanted to escape the howls of sadistic glee. But Scales wasn't done. "Now, 'Scales aj m0 mujkoh!' Say it!"

"Scales aj m0 mujkoh!" the broken Fox shouted, kissing the foot that Scales offered. The tears flowed in rivulets down his cum-matted face. He couldn't believe that he had been making jokes mere hours ago. He hadn't even lasted a full day. He was pathetic.

The SharpClaws laughed, and Scales stood, giving the leash a tug. "I think that's enough chat for today! Open up, jcik. The gag's going back in. Then it's bedtime."

Fox groaned as the ring was forced back inside his mouth, the evil arms again grazing his cheeks. But it was almost bedtime! He'd be away from marathon rapes for a while, and that was something he could take solace in. Scales stood and Fox got on all fours, crawling like a pet dog across the filthy barracks floor. He was almost excited for bedtime; he could barely believe it.

But what little excitement he had soon turned to despair. "Look at this filthy floor! Jcik, you aren't allowed to leave until this is cleaned up. Start licking!" Scales ordered, and Fox screamed as the foot pressed on the back of his head, forcing it in the nearest puddle of cum.

******************************************************** On his knees. Scales's bedroom.

Those were Fox's sleeping arrangements that night. He cried like a child, the taste of SharpClaw male pervading horribly on his tongue, his body only able to move slightly with his collar chained to the foot of Scales's bed. How had he ended up here, in this bleakest of situations? When he had first landed on Sauria, General Scales had seemed like nothing but hot air. He had fought and defeated Andross on multiple occasions! And a primitive, power-hungry dinosaur with incompetent henchmen and next to nothing in the way of technology had captured him, completely destroyed his ability to fight back. How was it possible?! And now he was a slave, and nobody knew where he was. To taunt him, Fox could see his staff mounted on Scales's wall, his discarded Starfox uniform in a disheveled pile on the floor. These two things served to show just how far he had fallen.

"Ah, jcik. I hope you're comfortable! I do like to pamper my guests..." Scales chuckled, standing in the doorway and leering down at his new toy. "Oh, no, I take that back! I like for my guests to pamper ME! Which is why that tongue of yours is at the foot of my bed!" he laughed, jumping in the bed and reclining backward. He sighed luxuriously, putting his dirty feet in Fox's face. "I'll just need a few moments to get comfortable!" he stretched, sighing again. "Twelve orgasms was a new record for me, jcik! We'll see if we can break that again tomorrow. Without you messing with things, I won't have to work as hard to conquer this shithole of a planet! Heh heh heh." Fox sniffled in response, and the two of them lay in silence for a while. It seemed like Scales was giving Fox a chance to stop crying. When the SharpClaw spoke again, his voice shifted from playfulness to a curt businesslike tone.

"You don't want me to make you relive that, do you, jcik?" Scales asked, smirking at his conquered foe.

Fox desperately shook his head in a panicked no, flecks of cum flying from his fur.

"Then you're going to prove to me that you're really my jcik. I want you to worship my claws all night long. I want them sniffed, kissed, massaged, and licked. Suck on the toes and shine my claws. Show me that the famous Fox McCloud is completely defeated and belongs to General Scales!"

It was a different Fox from the one who had licked Scales's claws in the throne room who knelt there tonight. The Fox from earlier had licked to play along, to stop the pain of the lash so he could find an opportunity to escape. As the slave grabbed a giant foot in his paws, gently kneading the muscular flesh with his thumbs, he pressed his nose against it, right at the crease where the toes began. His nose touched something wet and sticky--cum from the gang rape dotted the saurian's feet. But he obeyed. This new Fox breathed in the odor, feeling slightly dizzy, his sniffs loud and long to please his master. He hated it just as much as the old Fox had, but it was different now. There wasn't a single thought to disobey the SharpClaw dictator. He would do anything Scales commanded simply because he had been dominated. No, it wasn't that he had been dominated; he WAS dominated. Not just in the sexual sense, either--somewhere along the line, Fox's spirit had broken, his foolish facade of bravado shattered in no time at all.

Scales was stroking himself again, guttural sounds of pleasure reaching Fox's ears. Trying not to cry, the vulpine raised himself and positioned his mouth directly above his master's middle toe. His tongue stretched outward, carefully lapping at the sickle-like claw, scooping out any dirt that happened to be in its hollow underside, which he of course swallowed. The claw clean and shining with his saliva, Fox then took the huge toe in his mouth. Sucking on it was no issue, even with the gag; just one of the General's toes was large enough to fill the space in his mouth completely. It was really quite cock-like, the same girth, the same muscular hardness, and even some stray cum. The only difference was the evil claw, which tickled his throat as he sucked, carefully deepthroating the toe like a good pawslut.

"Rrrrrr... very nice, jcik! Look at you, the great Fox McCloud, now nothing but a sniveling footslave! I think it's a VERY fitting end for you, jcik. You can be an example for everyone to see what happens to those who defy General Scales!"

Fox couldn't hold the tears back any longer. He had been in plenty of situations where all odds were against him, but never anything like this. At least in the past he had always had firepower on his side. But here, chained to a SharpClaw's bed, completely naked and violated, he, for the first time in his life, felt completely hopeless. As he moved on to the next toe, tears dripped from his face onto the top of the foot.

"Oh, jcik...?" Scales laughed as Fox stiffened, frozen with fear at what his master would make him do next. "There are nasty vep tears on my foot. You're going to have to clean it all over again. No toe sucking for you until they're completely clean!" Fox let out a sob of frustration. "Aww... what's wrong, jcik? Is this too humiliating for the famous Fox McCloud?" Choking back a wail, the vulpine slurped at his master's foot, going farther this time to Scales's ankles and the foot's top until it glistened with his saliva. "Heh heh heh... you just wait, my weak little jcik. You think you're humiliated now; just wait until I make you do it in front of every one of the saurian tribes. I'll stomp around in the mud and we'll have a little assembly to show just how much Sauria's 'savior' has become a pathetic little jcik! Oh, and speaking of which..." Scales waved his hooked hand lazily, his good claw still stroking himself. "Dry the spit off--no no, not your arms, you silly jcik. You're doing it with your face."

Fox groaned, pressing his cheek against the wet sole and dragging his face up and down the dirty surface. He hated the sadistic SharpClaw! He hated him! He'd been violated, degraded, humiliated, his spirit broken, but still Scales somehow found a way to degrade him even more, to find some scrap of dignity that remained in him and stamp it out.

"All done, jcik? Give it a nice smell, then," Scales ordered. Fox whined, grimacing at the command--his canine nose was no less strong than before, and it wasn't as if the 'cleanings' actually helped. "Oh, does it still smell? We can't have that, jcik. Lick it clean again."

At this point, Fox broke down, weeping as he was forced to repeat his humiliating and disgusting task. Scales was clearly enjoying the vulpine's misery, and wasn't satisfied until Fox had licked and rubbed the foot dry three more times.

"I SUPPOSE this foot is clean enough for now," Scales said, giving a mock sigh as he rubbed it dry on Fox's face. He lifted it, splaying the toes above his slave's head. "I'm really doing you a favor here, jcik. I know it's your first day, so I'm holding the standards a little lower. Just keep in mind you'll have to do a better job in the future if you don't want to spend the night in the barracks." Upon hearing this, Fox's eyes widened and he whimpered. A better job?! He had absolutely worshiped that foot for what had felt like hours! What had he done to deserve this horrible new life?

"Now for the other one, jcik! Tongue out! I want this one to feel perfect!"

Fox whined, continuing his lesson in what it meant to be conquered. He licked long strokes from the bottom of the heel to the tip of Scales's claws, worshiping as hard as he could. The night had taught him one thing above all else: he was weak. Without his blaster or staff, he was completely inferior to General Scales. His master radiated power, and for the first time in his life, Fox felt worthless. Scales and the SharpClaws had succeeded in their efforts to break him, and something deep inside Fox felt that serving them was... dare he say it? Right. Natural. That he was even considering such things, even on a very subtle level, terrified him. Fox had always been free, independent, a leader. But here he was, the omega to a tribe of lizards, licking the dirty feet of his hated enemy until it was time to be raped again.

Scales made him repeat the ritual-like cleaning of the other foot a full seven times, making sure to tell Fox that he was a natural footslave, that he would spend the rest of his life caring for the tribe's claws because he was their jcik. Fox was sure that the General would have made him repeat the cleanings more, but eventually the growls of pleasure became light snoring. But Scales had told him to worship all night, that much had been strongly emphasized, and Fox had no choice but to obey. Sniffling in misery, Fox continued pampering his foe. His paws came up again, stroking the giant feet to give his tongue a break from the horrible taste. Holding them up was getting difficult; steel shackles were very heavy for a wrist that never bore much more than his lightweight communicator.

His communicator! Could it be in the pile of his discarded clothes? The room was dark, but Fox had always had good vision--it had helped him develop his reputation as the best crack shot in the Lylat System. He massaged Scales's feet, stealing a glance sideways at the pile. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears as he made out the angular lump in the heap of clothing. It was a miracle. Scales, so confident in his domination of his jcik, had left the key to Fox's escape out in the open. Fox felt dominated and broken, yes, but he wasn't about to pass up this chance.

But he was going to have to finesse it. Scales hadn't been asleep long; he would have to spend a little longer pleasuring his master so there would be no nasty surprises. Fortunately, hope made a nice contrast to despair, taking a little of the sting away from his humiliating work. He spent nearly half an hour more lapping at the feet, even sucking on the toes just to show that he was being a good boy.

Once he thought enough time had passed, he cautiously pulled his tongue from the foot's surface, leaning to his right. The neck chain was going to make things very close, but if his estimations were right, it would be just enough. He had to be quick and completely silent. He dipped sideways, feeling the strain on his neck as he reached the end of the chain. Stealing another look at the SharpClaw, whose chest still rose and fell with the slow regularity of sleep, Fox reached out his shackled hands, which reached his pants. He gripped the pant legs, gently--but quickly--pulling them toward himself, the communicator sliding along with them, just as he planned. His hands shook, hope welling inside him. For once, something was going right for him today. He almost couldn't believe it as his fingers closed on the communicator, and he propped himself back in front of his master's claws.

His body trembling, Fox nervously glanced at the sleeping Scales. To be cautious, he leaned over and gave a foot a nice, long lick, just to show that he was still worshiping. But his eyes were directed downward, trying to find the emergency distress control on his communicator. He didn't dare risk contacting Peppy or Slippy; the safest thing he could do was to send out a quick SOS to anyone who happened to be traveling near Sauria and pray for the best. And it wasn't like he'd be able to say anything coherent through his gag, anyway. His fingers fumbled as he awkwardly felt for the control, but he found it. Closing his eyes and hoping for the best, he pressed the button.

BEEPBEEPBEEP. Shit! Shit shit SHIT! Why, oh WHY did it have to make sound?!

"Drop it."

Fox whimpered, his body tensing at the command. He obeyed, and he knew he was in trouble. But he had sent the signal. That's what mattered.

A powerful hand throttled him and yanked with so much force that the chain that held him to the foot of the bed snapped. Fox's vision blurred as his windpipe was squeezed, the flat of the hooked hand thudding into his solar plexus. He cried out as his body connected hard with the stone floor, the foot he had just been worshiping seconds earlier cruelly colliding with his ribs.

Scales's foot then came down on the communicator, crushing it. He stomped again and again, sparks crackling like fireworks in the darkened room as the wrist console was cracked, then broken, then shattered into bits of metal, plastic, and dust. And then the foot came down on Fox's face.

"0EI'HO VISBADW TOUT, JCIK! A'M WEDDU TOJKHE0 0EI!" Scales roared, apparently so angry he spoke in his native tongue. Fox cried out under the weight of the foot, trying to beg not to be crushed! The foot grinded his face into the stone floor, then lifted, and Scales yanked him into the air by the tail. Screaming, Fox was thrown bodily onto the bed, and then Scales was on top of him.

The SharpClaw was no longer speaking, just giving primal roars of fury as he pinned down his prey. Fox shrieked, desperately trying to push his rapist away, but Scales was far too large, far too heavy. The saurian's claws dug into Fox's scalp, yanking his head back and exposing his neck. Sharp metal scraped against the exposed skin as Scales pressed his hooked hand to Fox's jugular.

"Struggle at all and you're dead, jcik," Scales growled, pressing the points of the metal claw to Fox's neck so that they were dangerously close to drawing blood. Fox couldn't help but let out a high-pitched whine. He could feel the horribly familiar cock lightly stroking between his ass cheeks and knew he was in for another raping. Sobbing, and not even able to beg for mercy because of his gag, Fox could only wait in terrible anticipation as the cocktip pressed against his destroyed ass.

"You made a big mistake tonight, jcik. And now you're going to pay for it," hissed the saurian's dangerously icy voice in his ear. Fox could feel the cock very slightly enter him, and then pull ever-so-slightly out again.

Scales suddenly roared, and Fox screamed as loud as he could as the cock slammed into him, his ass hitting Scales's pelvis as the entire length disappeared inside him. His vision blurred with the sheer agony of taking it all as his master brutally fucked him, the cock so long that it visibly bulged in his stomach with each cruel thrust. As he screamed and wept, he knew that this, unlike his earlier ordeals, was a fuck of pure dominance instead of pleasure. Scales had focused earlier on getting himself off, but this was completely different. The whole length, the abrupt entry, the cruel pace; Scales clearly wasn't getting much pleasure or passion out of this one. Instead, he seemed intent on making Fox suffer as much as possible.

And suffer Fox did. It wasn't long before that awful sticky warmth filled his insides again. He moaned, praying that this was the last time, that his suffering was finally ending, but then the fucking started anew, and he screamed as his insides were torn apart again. His brutal rape continued, orgasm after orgasm filling him, never stopping--Scales was the most virile male he had ever met. Just like with the gang rape, Fox lost count of how many times the saurian emptied into his ass. But the drug was wearing off, and Fox's screams eventually faded until his body mercifully and finally let him pass out. His body collapsed under his master, and all he knew was darkness.

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Falco Lombardi lightly dozed in his Arwing, flicking its autopilot switch as he reclined back in the limited cockpit of the spacecraft. Flying solo had been fun for a few years, but things were starting to get boring again. He had left for adventure and money, and, for a while, he had gotten both. His reputation as part of the crew that saved the Lylat system certainly didn't hurt him, and he had been more than able to use his hero status to find some excitement, but he found that fame faded pretty fast. And where there was no war, there weren't a whole lot of dogfights for him.

He sighed, closing his eyes. If things were going to stay this dull, he might as well crawl back to the Starfox team. He supposed he would enjoy their company again... ugh, he was getting sentimental. He was just tired. Putting those thoughts out of his mind, he lay back for a nap.

He had just gotten comfortable when an odd beeping jarred him out of his gentle doze. Yawning, he took a look at his console. A distress beacon. He did a double take at the screen.

It was Fox.

Of course the old Starfox team equipment and programming was in his Arwing. He remembered hearing all the transmissions around when he had first left the team, when Fox and the others were called just to thin out Venomian army stragglers. Waste of his time. They were highly-skilled mercenaries, not the Cornerian army's clean up crew. He had always ignored the reports of successful operation after operation, but, just as his own adventures had faded as their heroics became more and more a part of the past, theirs seemed to have all but stopped for the present.

Which is why the alarm was so strange. He hadn't heard this distress beacon in many, many years. What was going on? The beeping suddenly went dead--something had just happened to Fox's communication device. But the transmission had automatically saved in the Arwing's data banks. He pressed another button, bringing up the details.

It was Fox's, all right. Apparently from his wrist communicator, it had been sent from the planet Sauria... which was incredibly close. But he wasn't part of Starfox anymore! What was Fox doing, sending the signal to him and not Slippy or Peppy? And it was unlike Fox to send out something like this at all, but the signal's DNA sample from its operator identified the sender as him. Fox never needed help! Fox would be the idiot volunteering to aid those who did, and volunteering for almost no money. Tch, he was glad that he was no longer a part of all that mess.

But Fox was in trouble, if this distress signal was legitimate, and all signs pointed to yes. At least in the computer, they did. But it really wasn't his problem. But then again, Sauria was so close...

He pressed the call button on his screen, attempting to reach Fox. Strangely, it gave him an error: "This contact cannot receive transmissions." He tried again, just to make sure. Same thing. Something fishy was going on here...

With a grunt of annoyance at both his friend and himself, Falco pressed another button on the screen. A computerized voice played through the Arwing's speakers.

"Changing autopilot sequence. Now approaching homing signal, x36 y419. Next stop, planet Sauria." Falco reached down and grabbed his blaster. It felt good in his wing, familiar like a glove that had been missing for far too long. You fucking owe me, Fox, he thought, but his body tingled with excitement. Maybe this would be just the adventure he needed.

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Everything was achy pain for Fox as he awoke on the stone floor of his cell. His ass and throat burned from the night's countless fuckings, the cum he had been covered in dry and pulling on his matted fur. His nose wrinkled as, for the first time, he caught a whiff of himself. He literally smelled like Scales's privates! A moan escaped him, and his jaw hurt more than ever at the oversize gag he still wore. Although he had just awoken, he felt exhausted. All he wanted was to curl up and disappear, to go back to a time when he had never heard of the SharpClaw tribe.

"Jcik! Time for suffer! You my jcik now!"

Fox looked up in alarm. He recognized that voice!

The blue SharpClaw from the start of his captivity stood in the cell, a whip in his claw. The most horrible grin Fox had ever seen seemed to swallow the saurian's eager face. The vulpine's reaction was quite different from his first meeting with Blue--he screamed in terror, scrambling backwards until he hit the prison's wall, weeping as rough, blue-scaled hands reached out and gripped him by the shoulders. With a few more gleeful hisses of "jcik," the SharpClaw gave his prize a lick, pulling the broken Fox close as the revenge began.

© February 2013 - Torin Otter