D'Thana T'Kaltyae Saga Chapter One
Story by Mericus on SoFurry
A continuing saga of a failed military officer, who becomes a sex slave then a leader of his previous captors
First chapter of the D'Thana Saga, an Amolean is captured and trained by a Sitran Army patrol and his first time.
‘Bang!’ he hit something with his head, his mane did not dull the blow. The whole cramped blackness was hot as an oven, the motion of whatever vehicle he was in jostled him around. It was making him sick to his stomach, normally a serious condition since his race could not vomit. The heat was awful, stifling; the air was hotter than sides of the metal coffin he was riding in. This made his mind swim and he lost consciousness.
He came back to consciousness with a hot slap in the muzzle from the metal of this prison, he groaned to the feeling; cold acid was still in his mouth from when he threw up earlier. That was a rude and revolting tasting surprise, he had vomited out everything in his stomach, and anything else came out the other end.
That was something he had never done, no one he’d ever known had done that. He was astounded as well as horrified, he had actually vomited, like a carnivore race sometimes did. Several times in fact right after those darts hit him. There were drugs in them he was certain, it caused him to need one of the captors to stop him going into convulsions, but he’d liked it maybe better if they’d just slapped him. Instead it was a fierce grab and crushing grip on his balls that made him screech like a little girl. A cruel hand lifted him off the ground by them, that little girl shrieking then crying spattering him with tears, and then the darkness enshrouding him, that loss of consciousness cushioned the agony till now.
It was a universal taste everywhere in his mouth dry but stinging. He groaned again his extremely sore balls caused him to stop as the floor slapped them again, he inhaled his shriek as the vehicle hit a bad bump; he quickly scrunched over to keep that from happening again, the agony was eye opening. He could feel his eyes open but it was pitch black in here. He had bounced his entire weight onto both his nuts. He was trying to move to a more comfortable position whimpering on each bump then twisting to a new spot, bump, yelp. Then something growled out some awful curses from close by, so he silenced, quickly, even biting his lip some of the taste was not there so he sucked on his lip right there, yes that was better, some of the awful taste was going away.
He heard loud arguments it seemed from his captors outside this cramped oven he was inside of. Three distinct voices, he’d only seen each of them once but it was dark when they’d ambushed him. Now the vehicle stopped abruptly he slid across the surface in his prison to slam with his tied hands at the wrists into the front of the storage box he was in. A yelp of pain exited out of him as he slammed into the metal of his oven.
The light was blinding, louder and obnoxious was the language of the Sitrans. Clicks and hisses much of it with added gestures and yelling out long mournful noises looking at him each time they did, then that sound like a sink’s drain letting water out they all clapped each other on the backs and took a hold of him; arms, legs, tail and his mane hair, his eyes were still not adjusted to the blinding sun, he tried holding his bound hands above him, but he was flipped over on the way out of the cubbyhole they shut him in, bindings were cut letting blood begin to flood back into his legs, but dragging him out to drop, his mouth bounced off the fender then hard off of the sand covered tire, scrapping then to drop muzzle first into the desert sand. He recoiled out of it, spluttering sand and spit and snorting the sand out of his nostrils, he regarded his captors, each was exactly the same size, and all except for insignia were completely identical.
Then each one of them began to take off their shirts, he was repulsed at first by their rippling muscles but then looked in admiration for their extremely well toned muscles. Each one was slow to take off his shirt then under garment of some kind, more like a harness with cloth sides. Then each stripped to the buff, even taking off their boots.
Each one was completely the same, though one looked older than the others two, he had had the most insignias, so he assumed he was the leader. Dthana watched them enrapt somewhat as they seemed to slow dance around and rummage in a set of boxes behind them. Then the first he was strolling relaxed with a mincing saunter to this walk, slurring his toes in under the sand, then he stood over Dthana still laying on his back up on the left elbow where he’d gotten out of that bad forced dismount.
“K’Klabb” the Sitran demanded shaking his hands at Dthana; he rolled to get up using his bound hands like a dull stump to push on the sand till he got his hooves underneath himself. The Sitran was shocked and stepped back a little, then a lunge and a kick with his toenails, claw nails really, directly into Dthana’s exposed groin from behind. The kick was hard as well as nasty it effectively made Dthana scream like a little cuddling when the completely cowardly scum lashed him in both his balls as well as crushing them just before the nails impale him deeper earning several more shrieks from the Amolean his useless hands fumbling for his abused balls tears streaming from his eyes, that foot, his toes still deep in his balls the Sitran pulled down with his foot, Dthana fell to his belly immediately lest that rip his balls off. He was screaming and was now laying on top of his own arms his numb hands between his legs, it was fast so quick it nearly did not hurt, but it now burned like white hot rods. The punctures in his balls were no doubt not sanitary, so the wounds would fester and get worse, but right now he was in real agony and he could not move, his eyes got dark.
He awoke a later on, his hands were free better he could feel his fingers but they were sore, he could not even touch sand with them soft as that was, he put one in his mouth the and searched gingerly with a light moist tongue on his fingers, then the finger pain subsided as he sucked on it, then he noticed it, his nail was gone. He pulled his finger out and frantically felt both hands; each finger with his tongue, then dropped them into his lap. He relaxed into the cold metal wheel of the armored car. They’d removed all of his fingernails. From what little he could tell he still had hooves, but metal nails glistened in the reflections of the firelight a little distance away, so they had shod him, the fire in both feet made him hold his hooves off even the cool night’s desert sand. This was going to be a long night.
Once he was awake one of the Sitrans came closer to him and sat right next to him, the reptilian smiled sharp teeth at Dthana then rolled him onto him belly. Dthana yelped, “Ow! No!” protesting his toes bouncing off the desert floor twice then together making him shriek to the top of his lungs. Then the Sitran was straddling his legs, his own dick and wounded balls were inside his clothes. Then the blade slit into all of his clothes, the edge was pulled up and out then quickly reinserted to slice across his pants baring his ass hairs to this Sitran’s pulsating groin. A post the size of three inches across dryly rammed into him, he pleaded, “Oh no! No please not that! No please, please! Ple-ase, “ he cried, he begged, he nickered, then the Sitran pulled that rough hewn log out from his ass cheeks. Heavily he sighed in relief, he’d succeeded, This ass rape, it wasn’t going to happen, he was still a virgin, …then before he could pull away before really that he was consciously aware of what was happening but would eventually feel was a sloppy slick full rounded shaft that split his asshole in half.
He ground towards it, his common equine nature instinct made him press into the thrust, (oft times Amoleans will declare they have nothing in common with the other equine races except in extreme situations where common traits paint Amoleans liars or simply blinded by their own pride) it stubbed up between his cheeks a spurt of some liquid oozed out of the tip, the soft smooth head searched and found the opening and began the relentless thrust it was sort of enjoyable at first but that was also an alien thought, he was not a puff . But it was not on the quarterdeck now, not before the 1rst Marshal, this was on the cold sand, a Sitran desert patrol had found him after he’d gotten safely out of the minefield. They shot him with darts and watched him empty his guts out in that vomiting episode, then quickly pull down his own pants to relieve everything else inside..
Now though it was different, just like his old drill instructor harsh, but training was nothing like this, his anal ring was stretching farther the force was pushing into him, it forced his smaller pucker inside him like a dent a too big pole makes to a too small mating hole in a pillow. It felt like that, this Sitran was just too big he was going to’ not get it, but then.
It slipped inside his hole, the feeling stretched painfully, he moved trying to get away, clawing with his arms, but it was too late the head was already inside him, he screeched to the sensation like it just split in half. It tore he felt it, not it burned like fire the post shoved further into him, reaching another small place, that relentless force digging his back passage out like a pile driver, because then the first undulation told him this was not over.
Deeper by only a little more each thrust the huge throbbing meat attached to the very well muscled Sitran now breathing heavily into his flat back ears. He groaned and yelled out each thrust each time the slippery shaft lunged into him deeper still, his pelvis widened to the thrust, his tail dock was going numb, though his tail was already arched up towards his back he could feel, but not really understand. He did not want to crawl away from this, reaming. All of a sudden deep inside his guts, something longed for the shaft to reach it.
He stopped yelling in pain, just when the shaft penetrated his splincer and passed over it opening his colon wide then into his intestines to the curve. Huge, he thought an entire army could drive two vehicles abreast into his ass. He was having a hard time kneeling. But it was that longing, this was also alien, but he did not move, the waves of pleasure cascaded from the base of his spine. Each thrust was more, he was cumming inside of his pants, and his poor sore balls were now the only ones screaming. He was moaning but not in delight, it was not stopping he kept cumming.
This was wrong, it had to be the drugs, his balls were in agony, it was really getting bad, he could not feel his ass anymore just the incessant ramming bouncing him forwards, his cock was enflamed too it hurt, his cum was feeling looser now, the feeling of cumming was nice but sustained he was in too much delight. It was painful. He was still getting stronger and stronger waves of pleasure from the base of his spine. Right where the post entered his ass. He could not lower his tail but he longed too for touch underneath. Like on cue the Sitran began slipping his belly over the Amoleans’ tail underside. Upraised up over the small of his back. This was extra pleasure, it made him ‘whinny’ out an “hfffpt!” to it each time the belly slid across, and it felt so good.
A pair of hands he really did not notice before grabbed both his hips turning him to better attack his virgin ass. The strokes brought a searing fire to them now, it was really getting dry now in there, but the Sitran did not stop. The shaft stubbed a couple times then the Sitran pulled completely out his ass was on fire, but at least his own cock had stopped cumming, making his sore balls hurt less.
He did not notice the Sitran had gotten up and was now scrunching around in front of him. Two armored and sharp-clawed hands grabbed either side of his face. A thick accent then spoke in semi-Amolean Sitran-Kasan slang; “D’jou, Hamoleannz. “ He paused looking into Dthana’s eyes, Dthana could only see where his eyes should be but the heavy ridges hid their features. He was at this captor’s mercy. And it now dawned on Dthana what the Sitran was about to ask then in plain accent free Amolean he heard exactly that, “Suck on my cock and leave it wet”. It was so perfectly spoken it shocked Dthana; he reflexedly opened his mouth, his jaw dropping in shock.
That sent the wrong message Dthana realized a little too late a shitty cock monstrously huge stuffed into his mouth. The taste of his own rectum was like clay, flat but sort of dark flavored. The sides of his mouth were all around this huge cock, just before he started to say something, something like ‘no don’t’, but instead he choked it down his throat. The size was somehow not as what his ass had endured. But was stuffed inside for at least ten strokes. Air filled his lungs once again as he let the saliva trailing spit soaked cock out without hesitation, but for two pleasurable breaths, that same cock eagerly slid into his abused ass again. It slid easily up into his deepest point gone before then out all the long way. Dthana was beginning to get erect again, this must be the drugs he said still a taste of reptilian dark tasting cock in Amolean rectum sauce and Amolean vomit from this morning maybe still there. He had spoken out loud as the Sitran rammed him a new hole.
Each thrust was going in with a wave of pleasure, his cock burst the flood again and immediately his balls were in fire. Still his ass was so much good stuff coming from each ram was strong, but stranger was each pleasure wave did not go away. It stayed. each new slide made a stronger wave like the lapping tide coming in. He was higher in pleasure than the last woman he was with, which was disturbing, but the pleasure was making it difficult to think, he screamed, his balls were empty, the Sitran stopped then. The agony in his empty balls did stop but all that pleasure began to go away too. It was awful he realized what was probably next. He’d have to choose, he did not want to but he also knew the Sitrans always did that to their entire slave captures.
“Please. Be gentle I’ll not resist anymore, but make it quick, I can’t stand the pain, and I know the pain will get worse, when I really won’t be able to resist anymore. So I’ll just not resist anymore. “ He felt completely defeated, humiliated with only one ass reaming to giving up. Some elite squadron officer he turned out to be.
Though he was trained to resist most of the electronic torture techniques and devices, but raw assault and drugs won to coerce him. Nothing his race ever used or had for technology used drugs for any purpose, they made the injected victim dependent. He was flipped over onto his back; a pair of hands raised one leg up then over he went. But the huge cock was still all the way inside him. He felt his ass and guts strain to the twist and then stretch right to nearly feeling normal that let the floodgates of the Sitran empty into him.
A feeling unlike everything else took over inside his intestines. Something moved, it felt like his stomach or something was moving. Not another something like the Sitran’s flag post, higher up where only his organs were. Still it felt like he was satiated while the Sitran pumped into him. When the limp cock slid out of him he felt no sliminess in his groin, feeling down with his hand past a filled belly he was no longer hungry. That thought made him feel sick all of a sudden he wanted to vomit again even as bad as that was. Somehow his deep insides had filled his guts with Sitran splooge, like he’d drank it all in. he felt to his groin, only his own slime covered his groin, but only a little moist his ass was otherwise dry. He felt full but still wanted more, that was not right, he was not a ‘Puff’, he knew he was not, but these drugs they were changing him, he found him self talking as the Sitran did up his pants and grabbed a shirt thanking the Amolean for the Bi’ank’k or something like that.
The Sitran turned to regard the new trainee on the sand, addressed. “Ieah” The Sitran said turned around again.
“I, I want more, please, I., …I “ the request caught in his throat, he was gagging on it now seeing the gleam in the Sitran’s face. First his wimpy surrender just because he’d left his weapons on the hussar vehicle he’d inadvertently flown into a Sitran minefield. And his capitulation just a few minutes ago to strange new agonies, and now his final betrayal to himself. He had just asked for more ‘ass’ reaming.
He watched the Sitran go all the way over the sand dune to the fire just on the other side of the rise; the other two Sitrans came his way. He groaned to the earliness of the hour, it was going to be a long night till morning. And both Sitrans would have to wet their humongous cocks with him first, the discovery came back then “They all are the same.” He said out loud not really looking at them.
He kneeled up straighter for second and yes it was true both of them were exactly the same monstrously huge size. This sat his ass back in the sand, they moved to him and offered the one that was first. “At least,” he thought to himself “it won’t taste so bad at first”…!
End of part one