Interrogation
Apart from the odd scream, burst of gunfire, or quickly fading footsteps; it was utter silence.
"Sheeeit, this is FUBAR." He shuffled uncomfortably in the tiny cupboard he had ducked into. "Well Thomas, you are royally screwed now."
Thomas could easily be referred to as one of many, mostly faceless soldiers. His uniform may have bared rank markings at some point, but his lupine body had taken some punishment; his uniform was ripped in a few places across his slim torso showing his auburn fur, including one wound on his neck which had very nearly ended his life. He grumbled, both clawed hands squeezing a rifle he had taken from a dead comrade.
"If I live, to hell with the rules, I'm going to screw that sergeant..."
Something bumped the door. He flinched, trying to quietly aim his acquired weapon to the door, but it was impossible; the cupboard was simply too small. Hell, he barely fit in there himself despite his toned, very thin body.
Restless and with fear impressed into his muzzle, he listened; trying to pick up any sound at all. There was nothing but silence. He could not even hear anyone breathing on the other side of the door; which was unusual in an enemy, especially ones larger than himself.
He shifted his paws an inch, and knocked over an empty can of paint. The clattering noise it emitted startled him; he yelped. His muzzle opened to curse, but he didn't have the chance as, with the mighty splintering of the door, he was blinded and winded; pinned hard to the wall. The large object, as abruptly as it had crashed in, whipped back; making a startled yell.
Thomas fell forward onto his chest, too much breath forced out of him to function with any rapidity. He felt as if he had been hit by some heavy vehicle, and the pangs coming from fresh bruises attested to the impact. He could do little but feebly attempt to start crawling away; his rifle laying useless at least a dozen feet away, he had heard it skitter away from him as he fell.
He felt an impact on one side, rolling him face up, his arms flopping with it. He grunted; that had not been enough to seriously injure him, but the bruise would look impressive later; assuming he even had a chance to live. He began lifting himself up, but a large taloned, rough-scaled foot heavily pinned him down. He could do nothing except flail from that position; a three-toed foot keeping him from budging as much as an inch.
"Crud." He gasped, still badly winded; it had happened all too fast for him to recover. He looked up, seeing a powerfully muscled reptilian leg momentarily before the middle toe of the creature came down on his head.
Eyes tightly shut; he felt his head get slammed into the floor. A splitting pain went through his skull, letting him know he wasn't dead quite yet. He couldn't move at all now; his arms grasping at the foot pinning him down, legs kicking ineffectually at whatever was in reach. He could breathe, but barely; the leathery, hard scales on the sole atop of him having only just enough small crevices to allow air to flow through his muzzle. It stank of blood, sweat and pulverized flesh... none of which would have bothered him had he not been in danger of becoming part of the stains; he was a carnivore after all.
The toe shifted to the side, allowing him to take a heavy gasp of fresh air. He froze though as a loud bark came from the owner. "What the fuck is that you are covered in, it smells repulsive!"
Thomas would have made a snide comment about body deodorant, but the toe returned, mashing his muzzle to the side against the floor again. He struggled, yelling as loud as his lungs could allow to try to attract help; the sole grinding against him as the huge monster pivoted it's foot, but not with enough force to crush him just yet.
The grinding stopped, a booming laugh from above as the foot lifted, different talons roughly shredding away his uniform before closing around him. He yelled some more, but it was clear there was no one left to help him; he thrashed half heartedly against the fingers totally enclosing him.
He quickly gave up. But now what? Was he a prisoner? Would he be tortured for information? That was how it would work for anyone he had captured... He could feel movement. A lot of it. Clearly he was being taken somewhere... but not very quickly; each loud footfall against the floor had some time between.
He heard a splash instead of a thud and screwed his eyes shut, realizing he must be close to where the initial battle took place. Everything had started to go tits up after that; his legion, a force of nearly a thousand soldiers, was ambushed by four of these massive things. They had jumped, seemingly out of nowhere, into the middle of the legion; instantly crushing a couple of dozen each and knocking back the same number or more. From there, they had simply chased everyone down, constantly killing. He was likely the only one left; he had dived into a small cupboard, which was barely a place to store small cans and tins for them, but was still large enough for him to take cover in when a huge talon crashed down where he had been a moment before.
It seemed the weapons his people had were not enough to harm these creatures. If that were so, his people had made a huge mistake going to war before knowing more about them.
It felt like hours before his ride was over. As suddenly as Thomas had been grabbed, he was dropped. He screamed as he fell the good twelve feet to the floor, but it was much softer than he expected; it absorbed his momentum, and bounced back elastically to shape; launching him an inch or two. He looked around, disorientated, at the obsidian walls, floor and ceiling. They appeared to be polished; they shined and clearly reflected his image. The room itself was massive, to him. The light source was not visible, but there certainly was one there somewhere.
He looked back quickly at the one who had captured him, but it was nowhere to be seen. Although there was a different one; clearly a leader of some sort going by the odd decorations it's body sported.
Thomas stared, realizing that it was a He. Obviously a He; the veined, several foot long and at least one foot wide, lightly flecked with spines, black up the underside but deep red all else... rather wet looking cock giving the impression. It looked mostly flaccid, hanging down between two muscular, dark red scaled thighs. None of the others had stayed still long enough for him to get a good look, but this one seemed to be in no hurry.
"You will answer my questions, canine." The male creature boomed from afar.
Thomas tore his eyes off the tool, glaring upwards at the male's rather wide head; a short muzzle with an apparently small snout and no discernable external ears. His eyes did not have a cruel look to them, though the expression he wore most certainly did. Thomas quickly rethought refusing to spite the creature, but it quickly struck him as extremely stupid to do so. He was only in his twentieth year; he did not want to die so soon... "I... I have no choice..." Even to himself, his voice sounded puny.
The creature's expression changed to what could only really be described as amusement. He approached Thomas. "Wise choice."
Thomas could only gawk at the cock hanging down from the thing's crotch above him. He noticed the raised foot way too late, putting out a strangled yell as he tried to move; his paws slipping on the floor and landing him on his rump instead. It fell very rapidly; he stared, unable to look away. He tensed, and it landed on him hard.
He remained totally still, slowly realizing several things. He was not dead. He could still breathe. He could still see; his eyes only just able to focus on the little nicks and crevices of the sole directly on him. It stayed there for a moment, barely putting an uncomfortable amount of pressure on him, before lifting away and settling beside him. It was then he saw how he had survived, he had sunk into the floor!
"Now, the more you tell me, the more you will see. You do fantasize about males far larger than yourself, correct?"
Thomas gawked again. "What? How the fuck do you know that!?"
"Your reaction."
The booming laugh was so loud it made his ears ache slightly. He glanced down and, surely, his own dick was free of its sheath; leaking his clear precum everywhere. He flapped his jaw noiselessly, not even realizing he had gotten so aroused.
The interrogation started then... but it was extremely strange to be rewarded for giving the information rather than punished for not. Thomas had no way to be prepared, and divulged everything he knew.
Each time the canine gave a satisfactory answer, the giant reptile would bring a foot crashing down on Thomas who, now realizing he would not be harmed by this, was being frenzied by lust. He did not care how the reptile knew, nor what information he gave, as each time those leathery soles pressed on him he thrusted up wildly, licking and rubbing the scales. There was no taste, he discovered, beside the salt of sweat.
After one particularly good piece of information, the lizard smirked and closed one hand tightly around his own member, squeezing just enough for a huge glob of precum to fall, striking Thomas. He moaned, swallowing what he had caught in his mouth, panting as he writhed in the large puddle. His hand clutched his dick tightly, he watched the gigantic male squeeze himself again, this time leaking a steady stream.
Thomas held his mouth wide, and as the cascade hit him, began gulping furiously; wanting as much of the heady, bitter liquid as possible as it splashed down onto his muzzle. He was already soaked, his fur slicked along with a good area around him. It stopped all too soon, and he felt disappointed... before realizing; he had no more information to tell. He froze.
"That was all you knew, canine?" The monstrously large lizard smirked, one talon stroking his member.
Thomas, meekly, acknowledged with a nod. He felt a creeping sense of dread; what now, that he has no use?
That was soon answered. The reptile spoke again; "You told me everything you know. You deserve a reward."
Confused, Thomas watched the male turn around and then lift his amazingly long tail... Thomas' eyes riveted onto what could only be his interrogator's anus; a ring of darkened scales making it stand out. As he watched it rushed closer, but halting perhaps one foot from the ground. He panted hard, stroking his cock in a frenzy as he stared at what he held as his deepest fantasy. The muscular ring gave a twitch and he froze. The lizard peered underneath himself at the canine, his muzzle pulled into a grin. The ring twitched again.
Nothing happened beyond the occasional twitch. Thomas slowly relaxed, going back to pleasuring himself while staring. Before long, it resumed moving and almost instantly crushed him down into the floor. He squirmed, forgetting his dick as he squirmed against the taut ring, rubbing as much of his body against it as he could. With his nose firmly pressed to the epicenter of the giant ass he took a deep breath. It stank something fierce, but it was all remarkably clean... he extended his tongue, licking hard. A rumbling moan from above showed the lizard could feel it.
Thomas, feeling daring, thrust his tongue inside; moaning as he felt the warmth there. He expected some sort of flavor, but there was none besides the salty taste of sweat... The lizard, sensing something inside him, abruptly began rapidly sliding back and forth slughtly, easily gliding over the slick lupine body. Thomas' head, however, was trapped against the pit at the centre of the anal ring. He grunted as his head was forced to make a nodding motion, his muzzle sinking in as the entrance grinded directly over his head. He gasped and moaned; his arousal was getting almost painfully strong, he needed release.
But, unluckily for him, there was none. There was only the grinding ring, and his muzzle sliding in and out. He groaned, running his tongue around over all he could reach inside. Again, it was remarkably clean. He could not detect the slightest hint of... anything at all. Suddenly, it was lifted away. He moaned longingly at it as it lifted and moved away. Before he could complain or move much, something new slammed down on him, pressing him back into the flexible flooring.
Thomas gasped, guessing from the black skin instead of scales, spines thick enough to rival his own cock and the vein covered appearance that he was underneath the lizard's incredible tool. "Oh my gods..." He murmured, feeling it start to move, sliding against him smoothly. He let his tongue hang out to drag on the fleshy wall he was being pinned by, reveling in the taste. While not as arousing for him as his adventure under the reptile's anus, being used for pleasure by a giant dick certainly was not a far off second best.
He panted while passively holding onto the flesh on top of him, feeling it slide back and forth as he squeezed it with his arms and legs, humping against it. It continued like that, for what seemed to Thomas as hours of bliss. But, suddenly, the lizard began thrusting at an amazing pace. He could do nothing more than cling to it, moaning at the excellent sensation it produced in his groin as the meat rapidly slid over his own cock.
All too soon, it stopped. He blinked, finding himself able to see more than black skinned flesh. Looking down, he saw the mighty head of his captor's rod, twitching violently. He moaned, seeing the spire on top of him had become inflamed, extending another few feet and definitely gaining nearly twice the girth it had before. He licked furiously around the slit, barely noticing as the reptile bent down and began running his own massive tongue down the length repeatedly. Thomas moaned, tasting the warm, fresh pre. Wanting more, he balled up a fist and forcefully ramming his arm into the slit as far as it could go.
The giant roared, deafening him. He could feel the cock trembling. He removed his arm, hoping the reptile was about to fire his load. But, instead, the huge cock erupted precum. Thomas groaned, holding his mouth open yet not swallowing to allow the new fresh pre to spurt across his tongue; getting the full flavor of the slimy liquid.
It came in several spurts, each one making him squirm and moan with an immoveable lust. After the last pulse subsided, he licked his lips; wanting to taste more than just the preamble of the reptilian's climax. He, thinking the same, raised his cock upright; with Thomas clinging to the head tightly, unwilling to let go. He, in full view, pulled himself on top of the head and sank his canine dick into the slit; instantly clinging and thrusting wildly like he would with a bitch in heat.
The lizard grunted, watching intently before, with a quickness that would have left Thomas speechless, engulfed the entire mammoth member in his maw. The canine gawked while hammering the slit, watching the lizard's lips close securely around the base of his rod, and his tongue begin lashing the main body of it. Thomas felt light headed as his orgasm approached, and from the reduced air pressure as the lizard furiously sucked himself.
The lupine howled, feeling his seed eject from within his balls, spurting down into the slit as his knot inflated ineffectually. Feeling dazed, he watched idly as the tongue lashing around him sped up its motions, a huge lump beginning to slowly make its way up the underside of the giant's cock. The mouth withdrew and Thomas found himself thrown to the ground face down with a giant hand holding him in place and the head of the massive spire he was recently fucking forcing his legs to either side as it rested against his own ass. He gasped, feeling it rub against him; pulsing and twitching constantly.
Seeing the bulge moving up it nearly at the head, Thomas raised his ass, pressing back; wanting as much of the cum as possible. He felt the slit stretch wide and screwed his eyes shut. A second later, a blast of hot, thick liquid more comparable to a gel than liquid washed over him. He screamed, feeling the pressure instantly force cum into his back door, filling him completely and whitewashing his entire body; along with a shotgun blast style area ahead of him. The lizard, however, was not done; following the initial blast with a heady stream.
Thomas felt the hand on him lift and immediately turned to face the jet of white. He was almost bowled over by it. Mouth open wide as close to the slit as he could get; he drank down, moaning as he took his fill of the thick, extremely creamy goo. It lasted a long time for him; after filling his stomach with the jizz, he sat still on his knees in ecstasy, accepting a hosing of cum. Before long, the jet died. Thomas groaned, feeling his full belly.
He watched the reptile sit back and suck the remaining cum from his rod, making a rumbling noise all the while. The lupine panted, watching. He yelped as a foot suddenly came down on him. Eagerly, he licked it as the gelatinous cum around him slowly pooled in his depression in the floor. It rose away, before he was in danger of drowning. He grinned goofily, laying down in the still-spreading puddle.
He looked to the lizard, not even remembering he was supposed to be an enemy. After catching his breath, he spoke. "What now for me? Will you kill me?"
"Oh, no." The gigantic male replied, showing carnivorous teeth in a wide grin. "We are only just getting started."