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“Let me the fuck go!" You struggle against the two guards, their claws dig into your arm. You thrash and twist, making the cuts deeper and your arms bloody. The bag around your head makes it hard to breath and see, but you refuse to stand down.

“Stop resisting." One of them say. Your mind freezes, whispers of that command put on repeat echo through your thoughts. You fall limp as you feel overwhelmed, following that command seems to help stop the voices from tearing apart your soul.

They drag you through the rooms, the air getting colder the further you go. “This human sure is strong for his size." One says.

“He was a soldier from the last human stronghold. Yuu-Ess-Ayy if I remembered right. He was the last one left too."

“Doesn't seem so tough. Might be better put into the mines or the factories."

One of them laughs, tightening his grip on you. “That's where he's heading. But he's got a long wait till then."

You feel the bag get pulled off of you, the light making you wince as the change of brightness was too sudden. You glare as you make out the two thugs, a wolfish looking beast and a lizard like monster.

“Heheh, now that I see his face. he might be better off as a pleasure slave, got the looks for it." The lizard says, looking closer at you before dragging it's tongue across your lips.

The echos grow louder and louder, but you can barely make out a single thought of your own. You lean back and drive your head forward, smashing your skull against the lizard's snout.

It recoils back, clutching its maw as blood drips between its fingers. “That fucking ape!" It tries to claw out your face, but the wolf grabs and holds its back.

“Oi, no damaging the merchandise. You should've know that he would do that, you dumbass." The says, letting the lizard go after he finally settles down. “His mind is a little too strong for that slave programming, which is why he's only for labor." The wolf smacks the reptile in the back of the head. “Dumbass. Now let's get him into cryo before he breaks out of that trance again."

You watch helplessly as you follow their instructions, stripping yourself of your clothes and climbing into the pod. The interior is freezing as you shiver inside, gazing out of the opening as the lid closes you in. The light dims as the hatch closes entirely, leaving you in darkness.

Your breathing is steady and calm, but your heart beats faster as your mind panics. You can hear a buzzing noise from outside of the pod, something bubbling and rushing towards you. Then you feel it pour on top of you, the liquid ice cold and making you violently thrash inside the pod. The liquid floods the pod as it rises from the floor to fill the pod completely.

You try to stay afloat and breath, but the liquid soon fills the pod completely and leaving you submerged with it. You try to hold your breath for as long as you could, your body growing numb and weak as the fluid gets colder and colder.

You feel the air slip out from your lips, your eyes closing shut as your heart stops beating entirely.

It's like time has frozen with you for a brief moment, then it starts to get warm again. The liquid heats up and drains at your feet, you sputter and cough up the fluid from your lungs. Your heart back to beating rapidly in your chest as you come back from nearly drowning.

“W-What the fuck!" You scream as you cough violently in the pod.

“Hurry up, get that slave moving. We need the replacements out yesterday!" You hear from outside. It sounds raspy and rough, like the speaker isn't really built for that level of speak.

The pod hatch opens, light peering in from the outside as it shines on your wet and naked body. Your body shiny with a bluish gleam, must of been that liquid from earlier.

Someone clickers excited from the outside when the hatch fully opens, a bunch of beasts in decorative attire and grimy work uniforms surround you. “Wow. That is one good looking hooman." The short… What the fuck is that thing… Some sort of roach…

“Maybe we should sell this one, he can fetch a lot of credits with his looks." Another one says.

You can barely stand looking at them, where is that incinerator when you need one…

“Enough talk, get out hooman." The finest dressed one says.

Your mind buzzes with voices again and the command is put on repeat in your thoughts. You can't help but scream as you push the thoughts to the deep end of your subconscious. The whispers try to claw out and take control, but your burning hatred against these monsters are much more louder.

You let out war cry and thrust yourself out of the pod towards the cockroaches. You pounce on grease covered roach and drive your fist into workers pincer mouth. You can hear the wet squelch as you break off a jaw pincer.

The damn bugs lets out a loud skree as they panic and run around and even climb up the walls. The one you knocked down and punched tries to pry you off with its many arms, but your adrenaline fueled rage helps you bring another punch towards the abomination. Smashing in its face and leaving a greenish bloody mush where it's mouth was.

You pant as the bug stops moving below you. Unconscious or dead, you pray it's the latter. Sirens begin to blare overhead as a red light flashes above. You know you are in deep shit and you don't plan on going down easy. You get off the bug and follow where the other insects ran off to. If the cowards are quick to run, they will lead you to the exit.

“Subject 4-935." An intercom states, “Cease your resistance."

Those damned whispers return to your thoughts, trying to overpower your consciousness, force you into submission. You cry out in agony as you stumble through the hallway and drop to your knees. You let out a growl and fight with all of your might against the voices, drawing your head back before head butting the floor. You can feel your skull crack as blood spills down your forehead, but your mind is finally silent again.

You let out a choked laugh of relief before you clumsily pick yourself up from the floor. Your vision blurs as your face feel warm. You keep moving towards the exit, the world seemingly spinning as you struggle on your feet.

The door slides open as the cold air blows into the building. You shiver for a moment, but you soon feel numb as your sense of feeling disappears. You see a blur of white and dark brown as the air reeks of smoke and fumes. You hardly take in the sights as you keep running, blurry images of many figures zoom past you as you make your escape.

Your visions blurs even further and your hearing dampens to ringing, you feel light headed and faint as you fall over onto the floor. Despite the rough landing, you hardly feel a thing as you slide to a stop. The floor, being white at first, changes to a dark red as the smell of iron replaces the air.

Your body no longer responds as your thoughts fill with that of a deep sleep. Your eyes slowly close as a pair of boots approaches you and a red furred hand reaches out towards you.

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You groan as your consciousness return to you. Your eyes groggily open and adjust to the light of the room. Your hearing comes back next as the beeping of a heart monitor fills the room with noise. You turn your head over to the sound and see a glowing hologram of your vitals instead of the bulky box of a monitor system.

You groan as you realize you are still trapped in the alien nightmare. You try to move out of the bed, but you feel the tug of chains on your wrist.

Fuckers are smart enough to bound you.

You let out a sigh and look for anything to get yourself out with. You scan the room for anything, but there is only a picture of a Fox-thing and a get-well-soon card.

“Fan... fucking….tastic." You mutter disheartenedly.

You reach out to the card and picture and examine the contents. You stare the letters of the inside, it looks like scribbles of an alien language before it rearranges itself into English.

“Dear subject 4-935,

I hope you are able to read this card. If so, then it means that the newest slave programming is functioning correctly.

While I know you are quite the resilient human, I made sure to install the latest and best servitude microchip and even a few extras ;)

You cost a lot of credits and even put one of those poor Duarns into a coma. I'll make sure you repay those debts in time. For now, just relax and heal up.

Warm regards,

Master"

“Fucking prick." You mutter as you toss the card onto the floor. “What does he mean by extras?" You ponder out loud as you try to break the chain again.

You keep tugging and pulling the chain, hoping to break it off the bed. You try for an hour before you realize how hopeless it is to break the chains. You rest your arms as you stare at the ceiling, counting each of the tiles to pass the time.

“Wait sir. we need to sedate him or he might break out of the trance." You hear from outside the door.

“He's my human and my say is final, now let me see him."

“But Mr. Vulpis…"

“No buts, let me through."

The door clicks and slides open, a tall fox in human styled business suit walks into the room. He looks at you and his lips curl into a gentle smile. His blue eyes seem to perk up when they meet your own.

“Lovely to see my human is finally awake. How are you feeling?" He says, grabbing a nearby seat and pulling it close to your bed for him to sit on.

“Fuck off." You tell him bluntly.

“That's not polite at all, human. Address me correctly." He says, his voice sounding soothing to your thoughts for some odd reason.

“Fuck off, Master." You say, that last word seemingly slipped out and not of your control.

“Hmm… You got a lot of spunk human. Guess you are strong enough to resist the programming." He says, leaning closer to look at you.

You growl and drive your head forward onto his, but you just stopped barely an inch away from his, some force making you restrain yourself from hitting him.

He chuckles at your defiance and licks your lips. “Which is why I upgraded it to the best. Might not control your tone, but at least it controls your actions." He brings a paw to hold your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your face in a loving manner.

“When I break out of this, I will kill you." You threaten, your lips snarling at the cocky fox.

He looks amused, his paw leaving your face to touch your thigh. “Oh you will do something to me alright." He grins, his paw caressing your thigh and squeezing the muscles gently.

“I'm thinking we should do a test run. What do you say human?" He trails his paw up your thigh to your groin, grabbing onto your bulge and squeezing it lightly.

You feel disgusted as you stare at the perverted fox. “Don't you fucking dare, Master!"

His other paw reaches your shackles, unlocking the chains and releasing you from your bindings. You clench your fist and swing at the fox, stopping just before contact again.

“So feisty, you might have some better use for those hands." He says, taking your fist and moving it towards his hips. “Come human, show me what you got." He commands you.

“You fucking scum." You snarl at him as your hands work on their own to unbuckle Mr. Vulpis trousers. You pull down his pants to reveal the swollen sheath, the base of it bulging with the knot hidden inside. You groan in disgust as your hands grip the skin and pull it down to free the red veiny cock from its sheath.

“Don't be like that Human, you'll come to love this." He teases, his paws petting your hair as you unwillingly stroke his length. A hand running along his shaft while the other squeezes his knot. He enjoys this quite a lot as pre bubbles from his tip and onto your palms.

He pants heavily and buck his hips gently to your stroking, putting a paw to your hands and pulling them off. “Hah… Wow you're good.. hah… hah… Let's not forget the other place you will play with…. hah…" He pants as he plants his paws against the wall, his tail is flagged high and he shakes his rump at you. “Come on… show my fuck hole some human love…"

Your heart beats faster as blood fills your cock, your length feeling unnaturally heavy between your legs. You remove the blanket and you finally see what's the issue, you gain an extra 4 inches and thickened up.

“Like your new cock? I know I do, come on human. Don't keep me waiting…" He winks as you and runs his tail under your chin.

You groan as you hop out of the bed, your meat feeling uncomfortable as it slaps your thighs. You get behind the fox and pull up your shaft to his hole, prodding his entrance with your thick head before he shudders and puts a paw on your head.

“You gonna enter me without preparing first? Get me lubed up human." He says with a lusty grin, pushing you down onto your knees till you are face level with his foxhole.

You can't even state your protest as you immediately begin to eat him out. Your lips kissing his winking star as your tongue pushes inside and runs along his anal walls. Your hand kneads his furry cheeks, keeping them spread apart for your mouth to have easy access to his ass.

Vulpis quakes and moans as his paw works his shaft and other keeping your head pressed against his rear. “O-Oh fuck! You're too good at this!" He cries out, “S-Shit, put it in before I cum human. Go all out on my ass!"

Another click in your mind and you pull away from his slobbery asshole, his anus coated in a thick gleam of drool. You pant as you can finally breathe from tonguing his asshole. You stand up and pull your dick into his ass cheeks, hot dogging the xeno with your thick length before pushing the bulbous head towards his smaller pucker.

You can tell he is a size queen as his small hole opens up easily and accepts your larger than life cock greedily. His mouth gapes as you hear something splatter on the walls, his ass clenches down and his hips drive backwards in an attempt to swallow all of your length. When you finally hilt inside him, he lets out another low moan.

“F-f-fuck… This is perfect… I can't keep going tho human… Initiate knotting service." He mutters to you.

“What the fuck are you talking about Master?" You say before your cock feels constricted more so than usual. Your hips feel locked against him as you tug against his entrance. “What the fuck did you do to me?"

His lips curl into a smile and he opens his mouth to speak, “Cum."

You feel something happening, it started off slow before it abruptly increases tenfold. You shudder and helpless hump the male as your cock spasms and spurts semen inside him. You clench onto his fur and bite down his neck, making the fox moan and add more to the white stain on the wall. You feel your eyes tear up as your balls don't stop pumping seed out, your orgasm prolonging far beyond nature intended.

“Gods… You are really flooding my insides Human…" He comments, grabbing your butt and squeezing your cheeks.

It finally stops and you feel drained of your life. Your body is coated in sweat and you are out of breath. “Caution, Slave 4-935 is dehydrated and low on blood sugar." A monotone voice rang out from his discarded pants.

“Woops… Might of pushed you a little too hard." Vulpis says with a sheepish grin, trying to move but feeling his ass tug on your cock instead. “Hmm… Cuddle me until your knot shrinks up."

You growl and insult him as you pull him onto your bed and assume the big spoon. You hug the fox-male close and dream up thoughts of killing your rapist.

“Gods this was a good investment. Now what to name you human…" He ponders, his tail wagging and hitting your face repeatedly. You feel like a dog, except you're a sex slave on a xeno-planet to a fox-anthro.

“Let's name you Servum, I heard that means friend in your human language." He says with a warm smile.

“I fucking hate you."