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Forbidden Kinks

505 Crown Street…

Torath lounged about by the edge of the glass tower spiraling up towards the blue sun of Regulus Prime. Countless Regulians and other aliens walked about to and fro amidst the hum and hiss of various cars. Many had a beloved slave at their side, mostly the fashionable humans and Vulpeculans, carrying their effects and nodding along to their masters in conversation.

The Crown Tram buzzed to a halt in front of Torath, the electrical wires above crackling with electricity. The glass doors slid open and a brown-furred Sirian with a leather collar around his neck nodded at Torath to come aboard.

“No, sorry,” Torath nervously brushed his golden mane with his paw and shuffled away from the tram station.

With a snort of his nose, the Sirian pressed a button and the doors shut. The tram quickly hummed to life and sped away down the street.

Torath’s paws were clammy and moist. It was a hot summer day but that was not the source of his perspiration.

No, that would be what lurked inside the skyscraper before him.

“Okay…” he whispered.

A Vulpeculan doorman in a white tunic bowed and opened the door for Torath. Reaching into his suit pocket, Torath retrieved a gold crown and planted it in the palm of the slave.

Just in case the servants feel inclined to gossip…

A Sirian sat on guard at the reception desk, as black as night, while he scrolled through a datapad. A news broadcast rang out from his device.

“Ten Lacertans dead in daring raid by the Imperial Army!”

Torath’s blood went cold. Once more he felt ashamed at what he had come here to do. He was risking not only his reputation but his potential life. The law took a dim view of his lusts.

“Um…” Torath cleared his throat and placed his paws on the reception desk, “...I’m looking for Rose Blossom Brothel.”

Grinning, the Sirian pressed a few buttons on his desk and a steel pair of elevator doors on the opposite side of the lobby opened with a sharp beep.

“Have fun!” the Sirian laughed as Torath walked towards the elevator.

A screen lit up as Torath entered the elevator and the doors slid shut behind him. Various advertisements for products flashed by along with the occasional report on the war in total silence.

There was a brief moment where an image of a Lacertan soldier flashed on screen. One with bright green scales and red eyes that flashed in the direction of the soul who took the video recording of him.

Torath felt he was there, on the ground before the reptile and his mind made him imagine the Lacertan slowly stepping towards him, flashing those sharp fangs of his before he lifted his taloned foot and stomped it down on Torath’s chest.

Torath gasped as the elevator doors shuddered open. His trousers were extremely tight now, his penis had seen fit to emerge from its sheath and was pressing against his fly.

With a slight adjustment of his pants, Torath exited into a cozy living room with a fireplace roaring and flanked by a facade of gray stone. A red velvet couch laid before it, which Torath slowly stepped towards, nervously glancing around the room for any sign of who he had come to meet.

“Hello?” Torath called.

No answer.

With a flick of his tufted tail, Torath sat down on the couch and could not help but notice the windows of the penthouse were all covered up from head to toe with black cloth. It only made sense, if anyone were to see what he was doing…

“Did I give you permissssion to ssssit down?” a voice hissed, a facsimile of what one would imagine a Lacertan would sound like if they had never talked to one. “KNEEL!”

Torath’s heart fluttered and immediately pushed himself off of the couch, dropped to his knees, and planted his snout against the wooden floorboards.

“Forgive me, my master…” Torath cried, tucking his tail between his legs, “...I did not know…”

“Ssssilence!” the voice hissed.

A sharp blow hit Torath in the side and he rolled over in pain, gritting his teeth and clenching his eyelids tight.

“Ssssuch a pathetic Regulian,” claws tapped against the floorboards, “your only desssstiny issss to be one of Logossss’ ssssslavesssss.”

Desire shuddered through Torath’s cock. It was just like the broadcasts. It was wrong, so wrong, but Torath could not help but fantasize about being held captive by the enemy and forced to betray the Empire he had served all his life.

“Yes…” Torath gasped, his back arching as a pleasurable throb wracked his cock, “...I mean, no! You’ll never take me!”

Torath opened his eyes and finally saw who was accosting him. Green metallic scales glittered in the dim lamplight from the broad muzzle lined with fangs to the thick, rigid tail jutting out from his rear.

“We will break you.”

Torath was shocked most pleasantly when he saw the muzzle move and reveal more sets of steel-crushing teeth and a long pink tongue.

Were it not for the tongue being as dry as cotton and the pungent smell of Vulpeculan musk, Torath could almost believe this was a real Lacertan and not a slave in a full body suit.

Even just fantasizing or masturbating to the enemy was considered a most grave offense to the Empire, let alone engaging in an act of roleplay like this.

The slave reached down, his suit’s clawed gauntlet grabbing Torath by the throat and digging into his hide. He was lifted to his knees, which Torath assisted with as he was much larger and stronger than the Vulpeculan, and forced to look up at his captor.

“You will obey,” the ‘Lacertan’ hissed.

“No!”

The claws dug into Torath’s throat tighter, cutting off his air supply.

“You WILL obey.”

Torath couldn’t even talk back or even breathe. The green eyes of the suit were staring down at him with frozen contempt.

Despite losing air fast, Torath’s cock grew harder and he rushed to lower his trousers to the ground. Torath ran his paw down his short cock, the barbs brushing against his pink pads, and furiously stroked himself as his head grew lighter.

Right when it felt like Torath was about to pass out, his captor suddenly tossed him to the ground and the Regulian gasped desperately for air.

While still struggling to catch his breath, Torath’s head was snapped up by his mane and two claws probed at the corner of his lips, forcing his maw open.

A white pill was placed on his tongue and his captor suddenly shut his muzzle with one clawed gauntlet while he slowly stroked at Torath’s throat.

“Good kitty.”

The feeling of smooth scales brushing against his fur was irresistible. Torath only resisted swallowing the pill so that his master would stroke him more but eventually his muscles acted on his own and he swallowed it.

“We’ll turn you into a fine sssssslave.”

“I’ll be a fine sssssss…”

Torath’s head began to swim which only felt worse after he was violently thrown forward onto the ground.

The world went back for a moment and when Torath found himself back in reality, he was on his knees staring up at the Lacertan suit.

“Repeat after me…”

The suit’s eyes suddenly turned a bright red.

“I pledge allegiance to Logossssss.”

“I…” Torath tried to resist as part of the roleplay but found he could not. The words escaped his lips and there was nothing he could do to stop them, “...I pledge allegiance to Logossssssss…”

“My god and overlord…”

“My god…and overlord…”

“I reject the Empire and worsssssship the machine god from thissssss day on.”

“I reject the Empire and worship the machine god from this day on!”

“Good sssssslave.”

Scales brushed along the top of Torath’s scalp and he wagged his tail as if he were a happy Sirian and not a proud Regulian.

“Expossssse your rear.”

This was not part of the agreed-upon roleplay. In fact, Torath had made it very clear he was not to be mounted. It was one thing to engage in illegal roleplay but another to be fucked in the ass.

However Torath found his brain changing its mind quick suddenly and turned around, raising his rear and lifting his tail.

Torath only caught his captor’s cock for a moment. It was knotted and slim, very much not a Lacertan’s cock and it almost broke the fantasy for a moment, but that all changed when it entered his rear and hit his prostate on the first thrust.

“Aggggggggh…” Torath’s tongue rolled out of his maw and onto the floorboards.

The pleasure was overwhelming. Any hesitant thoughts Torath had to being fucked in the ass was gone.

In fact, Torath found it hard to have any thoughts at all in his brain right now.

“Your new name is Unit-5241.”

“My new name is Unit-5241,” Torath repeated without thinking.

“You exissssst only to sssssserve the collective will of Logosssss.”

“I…”

It was too much for Torath, being treated like a mere object. His fantasy had come to life in its own little way and his cock could not resist any longer. A tightness grew in his shaft until it shuddered and spurted cum all over the wooden floor.

Torath felt his ass still being assaulted, but his vision began to fade.

I am Unit 5241…slave of Logos…

“Wake up!”

Torath’s head ached as his eyelids groggily fluttered open. Bright light assaulted his sight and he tried to cover his eyes but found his arms were bound behind his back.

Squinting, Torath opened his mouth but found he could not bring himself to talk.

He still could not think.

I am just a drone of Logos.

The acrid smell of a Vulpeculan wafted past Torath’s nostrils, offering him a bouquet of violets, lavender, and musk. A red-furred Vulpeculan suddenly came into view from Torath’s side with a smirk plastered across his black lips.

“Torath of the Ministry of Defense, am I right?” the Vulpeculan reached forward and poked Torath in the nose with a black claw. “Used your real name, couldn’t believe it.”

“I am…Unit 5241…”

“Holy shit,” a Lupiad barked from behind the blazing lights. “You broke his brain.”

“No, no, it’s just temporary!” the Vulpeculan grumbled and slapped Torath across the face with his paw. Torath did not even react. “Drug still needs to wear off, but once it does…”

Pulling out a pair of photos from his pocket, the Vulpeculan shoved them in Torath’s face. Images of Torath getting fucked by someone in a Lacertan costume were emblazoned on the photographs.

“...He certainly wouldn’t want those getting out,” the Lupiad chuckled

“Our own little pet in the Ministry of Defense,” the Vulpeculan stroked Torath’s cheeks.

“Please do not touch this Unit’s cheeks…”

“Logosssss commandssss you,” the Vulpeculan hissed once more in the fake Lacertan accent. “Be a good little Unit…”

“I…will obey.”

A silhouette was cast in front of the spotlights and a gray Lupiad appeared, his paw stroking a massive, red cock with a bulging knot at the base.

“Go on then,” the Vulpeculan whispered, “give him a good ssssssuck.”

“I will obey.”