Contents: Male / Female herpetophile sex, pain,
slavery, rape, submission, shame.
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"ARENA TIME"
by Saurian
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In a small stone masonry hut a family of dracians lived. A race of
creatures that faintly resemble the ancient dragon, is a race that nature
played a cruel trick. They were just starting to embrace enlightenment over
religious dogma, when a great disaster struck their race. It was only
through a miracle that they were saved from the brink of extinction, but at
a terrible price. Something that a young lady dracian named Sirree will
eventually find out.
Three lightly spiced and marinated steaks sizzled on a grill in the fire
place, and a wonderful scent filled the air. The father dracian got the
steaks and brought them to a roughly finished circular wood table where he
sat down with his mate and his little girl. The father had on a fine formal
shirt and well tailored pants with well fitting leg and tail sleeves, as he
was a respected member of the local town council, The mother and daughter
wore beautiful, if understated gowns. Dracians tended to be a very
civilized race.
"Father, why do us dracians never have biological parents like most other
animals"?
The father, who name was Sckraicus, began to show a loving yet worried look
on his face.
"I can't tell you that, daughter. Our laws say that you must learn that in
school. One day will learn why, and why I can not tell you. I wish I could
tell you, because I love you, Sirree".
The threesome sat and ate their meal.
After the meal was finished, Sirree asked, "Mom, what goes on in the
arena"?
"Why we hold all sorts of sporting events, like..."
"No, I mean the arena over at the edge of the forest".
The mother, who's name was Chelan, lowered her eyes, and turned her head in
shame. As a tear rolled down her cheek she exclaimed, "I'm sorry, but you
will also have to learn that in school".
"But mom, if I'm to learn this in school, it will have to be soon. I'm
graduating this year".
"I know. And you will".
"Mom, why are you crying"?
"I wish I could tell you, because I love you. But our society needs to
teach our children in a certain way if we, as dracians, are to survive.
Although... you should not be frightened to learn".
"I don't understand".
"In time you will. Come, don't worry yourself. When it's time, you will
learn what you need to learn. It's time for bed".
* * *
Sirree was an good student and excelled in both math and art. Over the next
few months she received nothing but passing grades. Her best friend at
school, Risel, always kidded her a little that she was a book worm. Risel,
herself, got good grades, but was more care free, and did things on the
spur of the moment. Two months had past since Sirree asked about the arena,
when in between classes, Risel asked Sirree, "Hey, ya ever wonder what goes
on in that arena, outside of town, and why all the adults seem to go there?
Lets sneak in tonight".
"I don't think we should", responded Sirree, with a bit of amused shock
registering on her face, at such a direct comment.
"Oh don't be a stick in the mud! It'll be fun."
Sirree, thought for a moment, and thinking a little adventure would indeed
be fun, she said, "welllll.. OK.... tonight. The adults seem to go there at
around 5:00 and then again at 8:00 and the crowds have all died down at
about 9:30. Lets try for about that time".
Risel responded, "Great. I know this spot where there is a hole in the
outside wall, that is away from where the guards, and crowds go. Maybe we
can see something through it".
The twosome split up and went to there last class of the day.
That night after diner, Sirree asked, "Mom, can I go spend the night at
Risel's house? Just a little sleep over".
Her mother, knowing that Risel had been a good friend to Sirree and never
got into any trouble, said "wellllll... OK... Just practice your manors
with her parents. OK"?
"I promise".
Risel asked her mother if she could sleep at Sirree's house and also got
permission. The two met at there favorite tree house. Each one had brought
a sleeping bag under the ruse that they would use it at the others house.
They dropped the sleeping bags in the tree house where they planned to
spend the night and set off for the arena.
When they got there, at about 9:00, they watched, from behind a tree, the
last straggler walking into the arena. When no one was left on the ramp
into the arena, that was off to their right, they quickly scampered off to
the dark side of the arena, to their left.
Right where Risel had said it was, was a small hole in the masonry where
not enough cement was laid, that was just big enough to see through. Risel
looked through.
"Oh, drat. I can't see a darn thing. There's some kind of curtain in the
way".
Sirree whispered "Let me see. Hey some kind of guard just walked behind the
curtain".
Risel whispered "Let me see".
"Too late he's gone. You really can't see anything anyway".
Risel whispered, "Shhh... what's that"?
All the time the girls were looking, they either heard, someone talking,
but the words were too muffled to understand. Or, they heard a crowd
cheering.
But, now the crowds cheers had died down, and there was no muffled speaker.
Now, all they heard was a faint moaning sound.
Sirree whispered, "What do you think is going on in there"?
"I have no idea", answered Risel.
The moans sounded as if they came from several females. They steadily
increased in urgency, then stopped. The crowd began to cheer again.
Sirree whispered, "Do you think the rumors are true, that it has something
to do with egg bearing"?
"I don't know. It certainly does sound like it, though". answered Risel.
The girls heard more muffled talking. Then the speaker stopped. A couple of
seconds passed. Then, the girls heard a loud and intense, female scream,
which sent them running, as fast as they could, for home and their tree
house.
While they were running, Sirree said, "What do you think that was"?
"I don't know, and I don't want to know". said Risel.
When they got back to the tree house, Risel said. "Look, lets just keep to
the original plan, and tell our parents that we met each other outside, and
decided to spend the night in the tree house. We want to get into as little
trouble as we can. Besides, we didn't actually see anything. Lets just
forget we were ever there".
"No argument from me". said Sirree exhaustedly.
Both Sirree and Risel had nightmares in that tree house, that night.
* * *
Both Sirree and Risel passed there final exams with flying colors. And
graduated with honors. The day they found out, with there little trip to
the arena, long since forgotten, Risel asked "Sirree, are you and Ril
gonaaaa....... Or what"?
Sirree with a devilish little, look on her face said, "Why, what ever do
you mean"?
"Oh, come on! You two have been an item, ever since you got to this
school".
Sirree responded, "Why I have no idea what you mean", flashing a little
ring that was around her finger.
Risel, seeing the ring, in an absolute frenzy said, "You're gona do it. I
knew it. I knew it".
The only reason, Sirree's parents gave their consent for Sirree and and Ril
to marry, when they reached the age of consent, is because they knew Ril's
parents, who were very wealthy, and powerful, and Ril always got perfect
scores in school. They knew Ril would virtually step into a well paid law
clerking job.
Risel, when she finally calmed down said, "What do you think this little
one day class is, that we are supposed to take"?
Sirree responded, "I don't know but apparently it has something to do with
egg bearing".
Risel said, "I guess that's why none of the males are coming". Then began
to snicker.
Then Sirree said, "What? ..... none of the males are...? Oh! that was a
rude comment. Risel, get your mind out of the gutter"!
Risel, still snickering said "I can't help it".
The girls sat down in the class room.
The instructor, an old dracian female said, "OK, class, who can tell me why
it is impossible for dracian females to conceive with out help"?
Sirree, being the brightest student, and passed every history class, raised
her hand and said, "Because, of the great plague, 200 years ago".
"Very Good! And do you also know how we survived"?
"A great dracian female named, Sueril, found out how females could become
pregnant, and shared this knowledge with all dracians".
"Very Good! What you are here today to learn, is more detail on how she did
it and how you might conceive, later in your life, if at sometime you feel
the need to help our race and mother its next generation. I am going to
read from a small text pamphlet which is purposely, left out of the history
books, because it's only at this time should you learn this".
With that the old dracian opened a special locked drawer in her desk and
pulled out a pamphlet, and began to read. "Sueril, was indeed the saviour
of our race. We were once two hundred thousand, and had a great
civilization with law and religion. Then a great plague struck our race.
Within the period of just one year, one hundred thousand dracians died. The
dracians that lived seemed resistant to the disease, and helped bury our
dead and tried to restore our devastated civilization. But the disease was
not done. Little by little dracians began to realize that there were no
female dracians laying eggs. No one had any children. The years passed, and
little by little, our numbers dwindled. All our scholars were baffled. All
the males seed seemed to look alive and healthy through there looking
scopes. After just 20 years had passed our numbers went from one hundred
thousand to just five thousand. It was clear to our scholars that we were
headed for extinction. Sueril, could not stand the thought. Privately she
did everything she could to become pregnant. She spent hours everyday,
doing horrible things to herself, to try and ovulate. But all to no avail.
Two years passed, and nothing. At the time, we still had sodomy laws. If
she was caught she could have spent the rest of her life in jail. Then one
of the men she had been with reported her, and she was arrested, and put in
jail. Two, months passed. Then something extraordinary happened. Her belly
was beginning grow. She had become pregnant. Every scholar that was still
alive, came to see her. When the acting president, who was still alive,
came to see her, he realized what she had done for the dracian race, and
immediately gave her a full pardon. Sueril told the scholars exactly what
she had done. Soon every female that was still alive was trying what Sueril
had done. A few succeeded, and soon there were eggs in many houses. When
the ruling council saw what had happened, they realized that we have been
saved from the brink of extinction, and immediately and unanimously,
repealed all sodomy laws. Those, females who did not become pregnant helped
in raising the young. Our race was saved".
The old dracian then looked up to the girls and said "The next part of this
pamphlet deals with what you should do if you were to decide that you would
like to help out our race and become egg bearers".
She began to read. "After the danger was over, the ruling council made it
mandatory that females use the same procedures that Sueril used to become
pregnant, at least once, during their egg bearing years, and our population
once again boomed. Twenty years later, we were back to a very young fifty
thousand. When the ruling council saw that our population was, once again,
a healthy one. They made participation as an egg bearer, voluntary. Too
this day, they still run the arena, out side of this town".
Risel said, under her breath, "I knew it".
The old dracian continued "If, at some time, in the future, you should feel
the desire to become an egg bearer, and so help our race to live on, you
should go there. You can not be told the details of what goes on inside the
arena. Your knowledge of this would severely lessen your chances of
becoming pregnant. You are also, not allowed to attend as part of the
audience, there, until you have, at least once, been an egg bearer".
With that, the councilor closed the pamphlet and spoke to the class,
directly. "I wish you could be told about the arena. There is a certain
pride you feel, knowing you have helped our race live on. I know. I have
been an egg bearer myself. You may now leave".
* * *
Sirree's and Ril's wedding was beautiful. They loved each other very much.
They found a, not to lavish, but still respectable masonry house, and moved
in. Ril could afford this on his clerking job. There was already talk of
him being primed for a lawyers position. The first thing that they did when
they moved in was to set up the massive bed in the bedroom. They had no
curtains, on the first day so they hung large towels over the windows. Once
their bedroom was made private, they began to caress each other. Ril licked
Sirree's snout. Sirree, nuzzled at Ril's neck. Ril's hands explored
Sirree's back and rubbed the base of her tail. Sirree's arms rapped around
Ril and hugged him tightly. And, they slowly made their way to the bed.
Sirree lied down on her back, and Ril moved on top, all the time, slowly
nuzzling her with his snout. As their bodies rubbed together, Sirree began
to feel Ril's dracianhood grow and press against her cloaca. Sirree
responded by pushing back against his penis. As Sirree felt Ril enter her
she gave a little moan. She then began to lick Ril's snout. Sirree, loved
the feeling of Ril's member, filling her so completely and perfectly. Ril
began to slowly pump it in and out of Sirree. Every time he did, Sirree
would let out a small moan. Ril's member slowly and rhythmically, stroked
Sirree's cloaca. Sirree's body shuddered and then pushed hard against Ril's
penis. Ril continued to pump his penis up and down and Sirree felt her body
shudder again and grip and push against his penis, as she crossed her eyes
and threw her head back. Ril continued to pump. finally Ril began to get a
lump in his throat. He crossed his eyes, threw his head back and spilled
his seed into Sirree. They both knew that nothing would come of it. It just
does not happen with dracian females. Ril pulled out of Sirree, and rolled
over onto his back. He laid there, not saying a word for almost five
minutes. Sirree looked over at the prone Ril, and began to stroke his
stomach with her hand. She then scuttled over a little bit and licked Ril's
snout. Ril nuzzled back at Sirree's neck. Once again they embraced,
enjoying each others presence. Once again Sirree rolled on her back and Ril
climbed on top. Ril nuzzled Sirree's neck in ernest. Sirree once again,
felt Ril's dracianhood begin to grow again. She felt it kiss her cloaca,
and she pushed against it. The wonderful feeling of being filled returned.
Ril, again began to pump in and out, all the time holding her snout against
his with his hands. Sirree, once again felt a violent shudder course
through her body, and hugged Ril tighter than ever. Her eyes crossed, and
snout snapped back. Ril licked her neck. Ril kept on humping and humping,
and Sirree could not get enough. Sirree, once again, felt Ril shudder. His
eyes crossed and his head flew back. Sirree then felt more dracian seed
being spilled into her. Ril slowly pulled out of Sirree. They loved each
other very much, and enjoyed participating in the ultimate expression of
their love.
The months passed and Ril's job went very well. He was earning more than
enough to support them both. But, Sirree insisted on teaching in that same
school that she had graduated from just a few months before. Sirree and Ril
never went a day with out being in each others arms and making love to each
other over and over.
A year passed and they both were gaining prestige in their professions, and
started saving a great deal of money.
Another year passed. The two did not miss so much as one day without making
love to each other, at least once.
Ril's job was challenging, and he enjoyed it very much.
Sirree, however was teaching in a privileged school for all the brightest
young dracians. She began to feel that she was not making a difference.
These kids practically taught themselves. She then made a change to try and
teach art, which she was always good at, but she continued to feel rather
worthless.
One day, when Ril came home, Sirree said, "I'm starting to feel so.. so..
not needed. These kids always do their homework. They always get every
answer right. There are plenty of individuals who could teach them. I feel
like I'm not making any difference what so ever".
Ril said, "What you'ld you like to do? Teaching is the only thing you know
how to do well".
Sirree said, "I don't know. I want to make a difference. I guess I'm just
in a philanthropic mood. I'll feel an urge to help".
Ril gave Sirree an affectionate lick. "Honey, why don't you sleep on it,
Things might look better in the morning".
Ril developed a large loving smile "Come to bed and we will enjoy each
other until we pass out".
Sirree, didn't even notice the flippant comment, and shouted, "That's it! I
think it's time for me to become an egg bearer".
Ril's smile, turned into a frown very quickly. "Honey, I know what goes on
in that arena. I'm allowed to attend the audience. You have absolutely no
idea what it's like".
"Didn't they teach us in school, that in order to become pregnant, I must
not know"?
Ril saw his love intent on leaving him for a few years to go bear eggs. At
the thought, a tear developed in his eye. "Oh, honey, I wont stop you if
you insist on this. I'm very proud of you for wanting to help our race. But
please sleep on it, and think about it. You might see things a little
differently in the morning".
The two went to bed, and made love to each other.
The next morning, Sirree saw things as clear as ever. She wanted to make a
difference. She wanted to lay the next generation into a cozy nest.
She said, to Ril "I want to do it. I feel so dead inside. I need something
to live for".
Ril leaned over and gave Sirree a lick on here neck, as a tear rolled down
his cheek. "I love you so much. And I am so proud of you. I will miss you
very much".
Sirree went into school and gave the principal a customary one week notice.
* * *
Sirree, went to the main desk at the arena entrance, and said "I wish to
bear eggs".
The guard at the desk said. "Please fill this form out, then take it to
that window right there".
The form just had some standard contact information. Sirree followed the
guards instructions. At the window a receptionist said please go through
these doors.
Through the doors and down the hall was a bench with some equipment. An
elderly dracian next to the bench said, "Please lie down and pull down you
pants. I have to check your cloaca to make sure that you have a good chance
of bearing eggs".
Sirree felt a little embarrassed but complied. She felt a small pinch as
the dracian inserted a small instrument into her cloaca.
"Uh hu. Uh hu. Good muscular tone, well formed egg chamber. I'ld say you
stand a good chance of becoming pregnant". She pulled the instrument from
Sirree's cloaca.
"OK, you can put your pants back on. Go through that door."
Sirree complied. The room was pitch black, then she heard a voice.
"Please close the door".
Sirree, did so and what light was coming through the door, disappeared.
"Don't be alarmed. This is another test to determine your suitability to
bear eggs".
The room was absolutely black. She felt a hand suddenly touch her on the
shoulder. The hand stayed there, apparently guiding it's owner. Then she
felt another hand reaching under her tail to her cloaca. At first she gave
a shudder, but immediately calmed down, and let the unseen hand message her
cloaca, through her pants. Then the lights came on.
A dracian dressed as a guard said, "Congratulations. You passed this test.
You'ld be surprised how many females go screaming out that door. Please go
through this door and find a seat with the other females who have passed".
Sirree, did as the guard said.
There was an old female dracian in the room, and she began to speak.
"You ten females have been chosen for your perspective ability to lay eggs
and thus keeping our race alive. I am going to give you one last chance to
back out. First of all, let me reassure you that ever since we have
formalized the procedure to get a female to ovulate, we have never even had
so much as a minor injury, unless of course you consider the egg laying
itself an injury. Now that that has been said I wish to tell you what you
will experience for the next 2 to 5 years. You will consider it nothing
more than hell it self. Unfortunately, ever since the great plague that
struck our race, everything females go through in here seems to be
necessary for ovulation to occur. At times you WILL find the pain
unbearable, and I'm not talking about the egg laying. If any of you do not
think your ready, walk out that door right now"!
Sirree, and the other ten females began to talk among themselves. All ten
felt so much longing and that it was indeed time for them to do their parts
in perpetuating their species. But they were just as afraid of the
counselors words. Sirree stayed put. Three other females began to get up
but then sat back down.
The councilor pressed "Nobody wants to leave? Once you go through that door
your in for the next 2 to 5 years".
After about a second one of the other females spoke, "No mam, I think all
our bodies are telling us it's time".
"I'm proud of you all. Let me give you one reassurance. I have been an egg
bearer. Even though I considered it absolute hell, while I was here, I look
back on it now with a little fondness. I helped our race to live on.
Someday you will feel the same way. Trust me".
With that the councilor opened the door and said, "Please walk to the end
of the hallway and wait. The female dracians did so and the councilor
closed the door behind them. The door closed with an echo of a certain
finality about it. A window opened in the hallways left wall, and an
elderly dracian spoke up. "Please leave all your possessions with me and
check them in. You will get them back when you are done with your duties as
egg bearers".
The females looked around at each other a bit confused. Then Sirree spoke.
"All our possessions? We're going to be in there for 2 to 5 years. All our
clothes are in these bags".
The elderly dracian muttered to himself, "If I had a copper for every time
I heard..." then his attention turn to the females, "You wont be needing
them".
The females muttered to themselves, "We'll maybe some sort of uniform".
The elderly dracian, then opened the door and instructed the females to go
down the hall and into the next room.
When the ten females got to the room they found and extremely strong
looking dracian. The room smelled badly. Sirree thought it almost smelled
like a barn she once visited. She looked around. This room even seemed to
have caged stalls, which were lined with hay. Each stall had a nice large
glass window. Sirree thought that this seems to be a very nice barn like
building and wondered what it is used for.
The strong dracian male spoke. "My name is Sirbel, I am your instructor.
First of all you'll find that I care greatly for all my egg bearer charges.
Mainly you ten females as of right now. And I wish no harm to come to you.
There are many rules which you must obey for things to go smoothly. I
assume you all want to become pregnant... Correct"?
All the girls nodded and responded, "Yes".
"OK, Now pay attention as I read a list of rules that you will obey, and
the punishments that accompany the breaking of each one".
"Punishments!" The females began to frantically talk among themselves.
Sirbel, yelled in a surprisingly powerful and stern voice. "Quiet!". And
the females complied.
"Rule number one. From now on, until you have finished your egg bearing
with us, each and every one of you are forbidden to speak. Not even one
word. Each and every word you utter in my or any guards presence will be
marked down. Every word you utter, when your turns in the arena comes, will
earn you 10 strokes with the large, ribbed pain giver, dildo".
Shock registered on all the females faces as they finally started to grasp
the severity of their situation. One female began to say, "But...".
Before she could even utter another word, Sirbel interrupted her,
"Congratulations, you've just earned 10 strokes on your very first day".
This statement seemed to quiet the remaining females.
Sirbel said, "Good, you learn quickly. Rule number two... Oh, I'm going to
need some help with this one. Guards, you can come in now".
Ten large male dracians entered the room. Each had a whole set of leather
binders and what appeared to be muzzles and bits.
"Rule two is, you will submit to being bound at all times. Every time you
resist will earn you twenty strokes with the pain giver dildo".
The guards proceeded to bind each females wrists with leather straps behind
there backs. The females didn't resist for fear of what the pain giver
dildo was like".
"Rule three, First of all I know your all extremely frightened right now. I
wouldn't be doing this if it weren't absolutely necessary to help you to
ovulation, virtually everything must be done in our species or it just does
not happen. Part of everything is to make you feel as though you have lost
all civility. You must be made to feel as though you are nothing more than
an animal. Therefore, you are going to be treated exactly like one. Rule
three is you are not allowed to cover your body, including your cloaca,
with anything at all. This includes your hands. Covering up your cloaca
will earn you twenty strokes with the pain giver dildo. When you leave, you
will be reimbursed for what is about to happen now. Guards..."
With that, each guard, pulled out sickle knives and proceed to cut away
each females clothes including their shoes. They then proceeded to attach
the muzzle and bits to each female, and then lead each one to a stall in
the room, and tied the muzzle lanyards to a wall handle loose enough so the
females could lie down in the hay.
"Rule four, this one sort of goes without saying at this point. You are not
allowed to try to escape. Escape attempts will earn you thirty strokes with
the pain giver dildo. Rule five, when it is your turn in the arena, you
will obey the instructors commands at all times. Failure to do so is
punishable by 10 strokes from the pain giver dildo. OK, now I'm going to
give each of you a number. This is stall group 3 so all your numbers will
begin with 3. These numbers will be died, using a special skin die on your
rump and your inside right arm. You will always be referred to by these
numbers".
Sirbel walked to each stall in turn. "You are 30. You are 31."
As he read off the numbers, a guard would paint each female as Sirbel had
described. When he got to Sirree, he said "Ooo! you have 35. That along
with 36 is a special number here. You'll eventually see why". He went
around and finished the numbering.
Sirbel then noticed a female trying to get his attention. Once she saw
Sirbel had noticed, she started frantically pointing to her cloaca, being
careful not to cover it up.
Sirbel looked mildly annoyed, and said, "You are an animal now, you do not
get the privilege of using the bathroom. You will use the hay in your own
stall. It will be cleaned up for you in the morning".
The female stared back at Sirbel with a look of absolute shock mixed with
worry.
Sirbel then said, "I am leaving now, you should all get some rest for
tomorrow is your initiation to the arena. There are some special procedures
for first timers. You can talk among yourselves as long as I or any guards
are not in your presence". And, with that Sirbel left to an adjoining room.
One of the females said to Sirree in a whisper, finding it difficult to do
so through the muzzle bit, "I'm scared".
Sirree responded, "Your not alone. I am too. But you know what we've been
taught in school. You know that if female dracians are even to hope to
ovulate that all this is absolutely necessary. And, I for once in my life
have a little pride that someday I may actually help our race to survive,
even though I'm being treated as... well.. an animal. Now hush and try to
sleep. It will be hard as it is bound up as we are".
"Aren't you embarrassed, naked as we are, and not even allowed to hide our
nakedness with our own hands"?
"Yes, but we are only seen by our instructor, and he's probably seen
thousands of egg bearers naked. Now try to get some sleep".
The next morning broke and daylight shown in on ten fairly stiff female
dracians, who were still tied up with muzzle and bit. With there arms tied
behind them. Every female at some point during the night could not hold out
and there were fresh feces in every stall. Sirree found it hard to sleep
through the stench.
Sirbel entered, his demeanor was not that of drill sergeant in some army
but rather a farmer with a caring relationship with all his beasts. He
said, "I see you were all good girls last night, we'll get that cleaned
up". His demeaning tone was that of a sentient creature talking to his
pets.
With that the guards came in and began to shovel the feces into a bin. Once
this task was done, Sirbel spoke again. "Time for breakfast. Rule six,
remember you are animals, you don't get to eat with your hands in anyway.
You will be digging in with your mouth only! If I see you touching your
food, that earns you 20 strokes with the pain giver dildo".
The guards laid down plates of what looked and smelled like rather plain
meatloaf, with some wilted collard greens, and then proceeded to remove the
muzzles, and arm shackles.
Sirbel spoke, "Remember the punishment for trying to escape. Also, you
should try and eat the collard greens. I know they don't smell very good,
and are only passible to the pallet, but they will give you the calcium
that you will need on the chance you do become pregnant.
The females bent down and ate as they were instructed. Every one wound up
with some meatloaf on her face. They were given a small pail of water. Each
female drank like an animal, on all fours with their snouts in the water.
Some were clever enough to wash off the particles of meatloaf in the pails.
Sirbel spoke again. "Bath time". The guards brought in three large barrels
of water. Then they took pail after pail of water and began to splash the
females with it. The water was cold, and the females began to shiver a bit,
until the guards proceeded to dry them off with towels. Then one guard
started to re-muzzle and tie the females.
Sirbel then spoke again. "OK, egg bearers. It's time to meet your public".
Sirree thought to herself "What?"!, then wheeled to see some more guards
had set up rope walkways just outside the large glass windows.
The females, to this point, had accepted Sirbel and the guards looking at
their nakedness. They all had figured that they had seen this all thousands
of times before. But, the hundreds of dracians now filing through the rope
walkways was something completely different.
Dracians, mostly influential individuals, began to file down the walkways.
The female, who talked to Sirree last night, screamed, forgot rule three,
and immediately covered her cloaca with her hands.
Sirbel spoke, "Guard, mark that female down for twenty strokes this
afternoon".
The female dropped her head, uncovered her cloaca, closed her eyes and
started to let tears flow. The guard doing the tieing, entered her stall,
put manacles on her wrist behind her back, and put the muzzle and bit, back
on. The guard then went around and finished tieing the other females.
At this point, even Sirree was losing the pride she had felt earlier, trust
up and muzzled as she was, and naked like an animal for the public to see.
Sirree became teary eyed as well.
The viewing went on for the next four hours. During this time two females
had to go again. They could not hold it any longer and defecated for all
the spectators to see. A small cheer came up from the crowd, as each female
did so.
At around noon the crowds died down. Then Sirbel spoke again. "Lunch time".
The guards once again served up the same unremarkable meatloaf with collard
greens. All ten females, now sobbing, got down on all fours and ate like
animals.
Sirbel spoke, "The number 3 stalls, have their arena sessions at 2:00pm.
Prepare yourselves, you have less than 2 hours".
Over the next 2 hours the females rested, still sobbing, in their stalls.
The occasional straggler from the crowd would come along to stare at the
naked females, through the windows.
Sirree had to defecate, and couldn't hold it in any longer. So she
defecated in the hay.
At five minutes to two the guards and Sirbel came back, and proceeded to
untie the females muzzles from the wall handles and lead them around like
cattle. There arms, at this point, still tied around their backs. They
walked to a set of stares, that lead to two large doors. Sirbel, went
ahead, and opened the doors.
The thunderous roar of a large crowd, behind the doors, startled the
females.
Sirbel spoke, and the crowd quieted down. "At this time we are introducing
some new comers".
A collective sigh of disappointment echoed from the crowd.
Sirbel interjected, "two of which, have already had punishments assigned".
The cheers returned.
The females, now realizing that they were to preform before a large crowd,
every night, for the next several years of there lives, started to sob as
profusely as ever.
Sirbel continued, "now lets bring them out. Female number 30".
A guard led female 30 through the doors, by her nose, with the muzzle
lanyard.
"Female number 31. Female number 32".
Each time a female was led through the doors a cheer arose from the crowd.
"Female number 33. Female number 34".
When Sirbel got to "Female 35", Sirree's guard led her into the arena. The
doors opened up to an outside arena. The floor was polished marble and felt
good to Sirree's bare feet. The marble floor was a semicircle stage, with
thousands of dracian spectators looking on. There were ten padded benches
arranged in a semicircle, neatly fitting on the stage. Each bench was held
down to the stage with heavy metal latches. At the corners of each bench,
fastened to the floor, were chain latches. To each chain latch was fastened
a chain and a manacle. In front of each bench, toward the audience was a
grating that was, never the less, still comfortable to walk on. Each
grating had two small yellow lines painted on them. There were also chain
latches straddling the gratings. Each female was lead to their
corresponding numbered bench, and positioned standing on the grating.
Sirbel continued, "Female number 36. Female number 37. Female number 38.
And finally female number 39".
When each female was finally facing a bench, with their backs to the
audience, Sirbel pointed with his finger, and the guards proceeded to,
firmly, yet gently, bend each female over the benches so they were lying
belly down. They helped the females shift up the benches because the
benches were just a little to high for their legs to reach the ground. Then
they unfastened the females leather manacles, swung their arms down, then
fastened them to leather manacles underneath the tables. They also fastened
their feet to leather manacles. The effect was the females were now
completely prone stretched over the padded benches. Every one of them were
still sobbing. The guards then bent their tails up and fastened them up to
their backs with even more leather manacles. Now the audience had a clear,
unobstructed view of their cloaca. Sirree, now, saw what Sirbel had meant
about 35 and 36. These two benches were in the center, and the largest part
of the audience, had a clear view of her cloaca. Then the guards began to
remove the muzzles and bits.
When the guards finished, Sirbel spoke to the audience. "For those of you
who don't know our procedures I will keep you informed. No mater if females
are first clutchers, Returning Females, or new ones like these ten here, we
always start out by administering a colonic. Guards..."
The guards brought out ten pumping apparatuses with long tubes out from the
curtain that was the stage back. Each guard proceeded to insert a tube up
each females cloaca. Each time when the female felt it inserted, they
winced at the feeling, and when the audience saw this they would cheer.
Each tube had a stop disk which let the guards know exactly when to stop.
Sirree felt the small tube inserted into her cloaca, wind up and into her
colon. Each guard then started to pump the apparatuses, and the females
began to feel there colons being filled with large amounts of water. The
guard pumped so much water into Sirree that she thought it felt like she
hadn't defecated in a week, even though she did so just an hour earlier.
All the females held it in out of embarrassment. The guards, Sirbel and the
crowd just stared and waited. When, at last, one female could not hold out
any longer and let her load of water go along with a great deal of fecal
mater, the crowd let up a cheer. This started a cascade effect with the
other females who could not hold out any longer and let go.
Once the last drop of water and fecal mater had dribbled out of the last
female and into the grating bellow, which served as a drain, Sirbel spoke
again. "These are new comers so, we have to use the initiation balls to
start out with".
Each guard brought out a tube filled with a gelatin substance and proceeded
to put it into each females cloaca, lubricating it. Each guard brought out
a string, onto which were attached ten balls, each one bigger than the
other so that the last ball at the end of the string was about tennis ball
sized and the first golf ball sized. The guards then whispered into the
females ears, "don't try to push these out. Let your body accept them".
They then proceeded to push the first ball into the females cloaca.
Sirree, thought that this was quite painful, but she could stand it.
Each guard, slowly but surely inserted the remainder of the balls which got
easier because they got smaller. Each female did as instructed and let
their bodies slowly accept the balls.
Sirbel watched the females. Several females squirmed a bit over the benches
as their muscles slowly contracted, sliding the balls up into their colons.
Once the females calmed down, Sirbel again made a gesture with his finger.
Each guard grabbed a handle that was attached to the string hanging out of
the females cloaca. They began to pull. They pulled, not with a yank, but
still quickly and steadily. Sirree, felt the balls leave her body, one by
one, making a sucking sound as they exited. As the balls increased in size,
Sirree, could not believe the strange feeling of pain that increased with
them. It was not a feeling of bodily damage. Instead, the closest thing
Sirree could think of was, not having defecated for to long. The last ball
exited her cloaca, after what seemed to Sirree as minutes. In truth, less
than a second had past. It created a horrible need with in her cloaca. A
need to push. But there was nothing to push against. It was a terrible
feeling of emptiness and longing, and Sirree wept.
As each ball exited the females, the crowds cheers grew.
Sirbel spoke again. "The next step is to get them used to being mated. We
don't use the real thing on new comers. They are not used to it yet.
Instead, we use a standard size, lightly ribbed dildo. It has been
determined that one hundred strokes is usually sufficient to get them
started".
Each guard, brought from behind the curtain a long wooden stick. At the end
of the sticks were attached a hard rubber dildo that had some smooth ribs.
The dildos were approximately the size of an average dracian males penis.
Sirree felt her guard begin to push the tip of the dildo against here
cloaca. As the muscles in here cloaca were slowly pushed open, Sirree felt
the desire to push, that she had, suddenly find something to push against.
Ironically, as her muscles involuntarily pushed against the dildo, this
made the dildo slide more easily and the guard steadily moved it in. Each
rib, as it passed her cloaca would increase the strange, pushing pain, just
a little more.
Each time the crowd saw a females cloaca, penetrated by the tip of a dildo,
they would cheer. Once all ten were in, they quieted down.
Each guard was trained in the proper method to use the dildos for maximum
effect. Once they pushed the dildo all the way in they held it there for
just a moment, and then they pulled it, slowly, back, they settled into a
slow, methodical rhythm. As Sirree felt the foreign object move, slowly, in
and out of her, she felt the horrible need to push increase. As the ribs
forced open her cloaca, again and again, she writhed on the bench, in an
effort to withstand the feeling. After 10 strokes her breath began to come
in shallow pants. After 20 strokes she began to moan. At 30 strokes, she
felt her body spasm and push hard against the dildo. The guard did not even
skip a beat. Sirree crossed her eyes, pushed hard, then went limp across
the bench. As the guard continued the level of pain Sirree experienced
stayed just about at the level at which her body spasmed. Even though she
was exhausted, she could still feel every rib pass her cloaca. The guard
continued.
35 strokes.
40 strokes.
45 strokes.
50 strokes.
55 strokes.
60 strokes.
65 strokes.
70 strokes.
75 strokes.
80 strokes.
85 strokes.
90 strokes.
95 strokes.
At last, the one hundredth stroke came. Sirree felt the guard pull the
dildo all the way out, making a sucking sound as it left.
Sirree was grateful that the muscles of her cloaca were no longer forced
apart.
As the last female received the one hundredth stroke the crowd let up a
spontaneous cheer, which lasted almost a full minute.
Sirbel raised his hand to quiet the crowd, and began to speak. "The final
part of the initiation of new ones will be to demonstrate what punishment
for breaking rules involves. Each new female will get exactly two strokes
with the pain giver dildo, so they know exactly what it is like".
Sirree, could not believe her ears, she had not broken a rule yet, but she
still was going to feel this? She swallowed a lump in her throat, and began
to cry at the thought. A single guard went behind the curtain and brought
out an extremely large, hard rubber dildo. The other dildos were average
dracian male size. This single dildo was easily twice their size. It was
adorned with brutally large ribs. This guard was specially trained to use
this dildo. He walked behind female number 30. She watched him approach her
upturned tail, with horror and streams of tears in her eyes. The guard
first replenished the gelatin in her cloaca. He then touched the dildo's
tip to her cloaca. She straitened out her head, looked strait forward,
gasped and swallowed a lump in her throat.
The guard methodically moved the tip back and fourth to lube it up with the
dripping gelatin. He then slowly push, hard, on the handle. Female 30
screamed in agony as the dildo slowly entered her, the ribs, brutally
pushing back the muscles of her cloaca.
The crowd gasped at the scream.
The guard slowly impaled her with the dildo's entire length. The females
body writhed, violently against the pain, as she both screamed and cried at
the same time. The guard held it in at its full length, until the females
screams of agony began to wain. He then began to pull the dildo out and
female 30's screams of agony returned in earnest as each of the massive
dildos ribs pressed hard against her cloaca. The guard left one rib inside
the female and, once again, waited for her screams to lessen. He then
called out
"STROKE ONE".
The guard then began to push the dildo back in, and screams and sobs of the
writhing female, returned. The guard seemed to take forever to push it
back, and all the way in. Once it was there, he again waited for the
females, sobs to subside, and then began to pull it back out, which brought
more screams of agony. The guard finally pulled it all the way out, and the
dildo made a horrible slurping sound. The guard said, "STROKE TWO".
He then turned his attention to female number 31, who at this point was
sobbing profusely because she knew that she was next. The guard relubed
31's cloaca, and began to work the tip at the lubrication. He then pushed,
hard, and female 31 began to scream out in agony. Each stroke was just as
long and as brutal as was given to female 30, and the screams and sobs of
the writhing female were just as heart wrenching.
The guard called out, "STOKE ONE". Then slowly pushed the dildo back in.
Then he slowly pulled it out. Once again it made a horrible slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard then went on to female 33.
More lubrication.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 33 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard then went on to female 34.
More lubrication.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 34 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard then turned his attention to Sirree, Sirree watched him approach
her cloaca, with tears in her eyes, and a lump in her throat. When Sirree
felt the guard push some gelatin into her cloaca, she looked strait forward
in fear, and tried to swallow another lump. She felt the guard begin to
wiggle the tip at her cloaca. A couple seconds passed, then Sirree felt the
tip begin to push at her cloaca. For just an instant it felt just like the
other dildo, but this dildo immediately spread her cloaca much wider.
Sirree screamed out in pain, and then began to sob. As the guard continued
to push, the first rib, brutally expanded Sirree's cloaca even wider.
Sirree's sobs, immediately turned to screams once again. The guard slowly
and agonizingly work the dildo into Sirree, one rib at a time. All this
time, Sirree's body involuntarily writhed against the intense pain. With
Sirree still screaming, the guard finally impaled the length of the dildo
into her. The pain was intense, but at least there was no more ribs going
past Sirree's cloaca. Sirree's screams subsided and her breath came in
short pants. Then the guard began to pull. When the first rib went past
Sirree's cloaca, she screamed out in agony once again. The intense pain
seemed to last forever as each rib were slowly and agonizingly pulled from
her cloaca.
"STROKE ONE".
Then the guard began to push it back into Sirree. Sirree's screams of agony
would continue, as rivers of tears streamed from her eyes, each rib,
brutally widening here cloaca again and again. When the guard got it all
the way in he, once again held it there. Sirree screams calmed to labored
breaths. Sirree, thought, just for a moment that she just might be able to
hold back her screams of pain. The guard began to pull again. When Sirree
felt the first rib come she tried to hold back the scream with a *nnga* but
immediately let go with another scream of agony when the rib, brutally
expanded her cloaca, once again. Sirree thought that the guard pulled out
the dildo so slowly, and was sobbing from the pain in between screams, when
each rib would pass. Finally Sirree heard an awful slurp as she felt her
cloaca snap back into place. She collapsed over the bench, completely
exhausted. Through teary eyes, she saw the guard approach female 36.
The guard again applied lubrication.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 36 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard went on to female 37. Again he applied gelatin.
A hard, slow push, then a slow pull back out, with a female writhing,
sobbing and screaming in pain.
"STROKE ONE".
The guard pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then slowly pulled it back out,
as female 37 writhed, sobbed and screamed. And, again came a horrible
slurping sound.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard went on to female 38, Gave her the same lesson, then went on to
39 and repeated the lesson. When the guard announced "STROKE TWO" with
female 39, the audience let up a thunderous cheer. It lasted 3 minutes.
Sirbel desperately tried to get the attention of the crowd. When he finally
did, he announced, "Remember, we are not done here".
>From their intense pain, females 32 and 34 had forgotten that they have
already been assessed punishment. After this statement, however they
suddenly remembered. Both females eyes open wide and their pupils dilated
then contracted. They thought to themselves, if two strokes were that
painful, what would ten be like, or twenty?
Sirbel continued "Here is a list of assessed punishments. Female 32 was
caught saying a word. She will be given 10 strokes. Female 34 was caught
covering her cloaca. She will be given 20 strokes".
Female 32 saw the guard coming toward her, with the look of absolute fear
on her face. She began to yank of the leather manacles and chains attached
to her wrists. But, nothing would budge. The guard walked around to her
cloaca. He began to put more gelatin into her cloaca.
Female 32 could not believe this was going to happen to her. Tears flowed
profusely from her eyes. She felt the guard begin to work the dildo's tip
around in the gelatin. She then felt it's tip begin to push at her cloaca.
The muscles of her cloaca gave way. When the tip penetrated, female 32
threw her head back, and let out a scream, in agony. As the first rib began
to brutally force her cloaca wider open, she screamed out in agony again.
Her body writhed and spasmed, as the guard buried the immense hard rubber
instrument into her cloaca. Her pain was so immense that should could not
help but scream. The guard slowly but surely buried it's entire length into
her. and then waited for her screams to lessen. He then began to pull. As
the first rib brutally expanded her cloaca, she screamed out again. But,
now her strength began to fail her. As the second and third rib passed her
cloaca, she could not find the strength to scream anymore. As the forth rib
passed, her breaths still came violently, but she could not scream anymore.
Her eyes were tightly closed and tears streamed from them. The manacles and
chains, attached to her wrists and ankles, were as taught as ever. And her
body continued to writhe in an attempt to withstand the pain. The guard
finally got all but one rib pulled out, and then held it there, and
announced "STROKE ONE".
He watched the females breathing. When she seemed to relax, he began to
push it back in. As the first rib spread her cloaca far apart, her
breathing became hard and violent, again. Clearly she felt the pain as
intensely as ever, and she was helpless against it.
The guard slowly and agonizingly push the dildo all the way back in, and
then held it there until female 32's breaths calmed down. He then began to
pull it back out. Every rib would cause female 32's breaths to increase,
and her body to writhe as, she endured rib after agonizing rib. The guard
once again, pulled all but one rib out of female 32. He then announced.
"STROKE TWO".
The guard slowly began to push the dildo back in. As every rib would pass,
female 32's body would writhe, spasm, and jerk at her chains. Her agony
would continue.
The guard was very methodical, as he kept on pushing the dildo, very slowly
in and then, very slowly pulling it out. And, all the time female 32's body
would writhe against the pain. Every once in a while, she would shake her
head back and forth in a vein and pathetic attempt to cry out "NO NO"!
"STROKE THREE".
"STROKE FOUR".
"STROKE FIVE".
"STROKE SIX".
"STROKE SEVEN".
"STROKE EIGHT".
"STROKE NINE".
The guard then pull the dildo all the way out of female 32, and it made a
loud and sickening "slurping" sound. Female 32's body went limp over the
bench. With tears still streaming from her eyes, she was completely
exhausted.
The guard announced, "STROKE TEN".
The crowd let out a tremendous cheer.
Female 34 began to yank at the chains that bound her wrists. She had a look
of intense fear on her face. She knew that she was next and she would be
receiving 20 strokes. The guard started to walk to her cloaca. When female
34 felt the guard begin to put gelatin into her cloaca, her head snapped
forward, looking straight ahead. Tears flowed profusely from her eye, and
she had a look of terror on her face. Her pupils dilated, then contracted.
The guard then began to work the dildo tip around in the gelatin, and
female 34 swallowed a lump in her throat. The guard then pushed hard, the
tip penetrated female 34's cloaca, and she screamed out in agony. The first
rib brutally expanded her cloaca, and her screams of agony, increased. The
guard slowly and agonizingly worked the dildo into female 34 as her screams
of agony continued. Tears flowed profusely from her eyes, and her body
involuntarily writhed at the pain. Once the guard had impale female 34 with
the entire length of the dildo, he, once again, waited for female 34's
screams to die down. He then began to pull. As rib after rib of the dildo
separated her cloaca, she screamed out in agony. But her scream were
beginning to turn into strong and violent panting as her strength began to
leave her. The guard, seemingly oblivious to the agony he was causing,
continued to pull. He finally got to the last rib and left it inside her.
He called out "STROKE ONE".
He once again began to push, slowly working the dildo back in. Female 34's
chains were as taught as ever. She could not escape the pain. Every once in
a while she would manage a small whimper.
The guard continued the torture.
"STROKE TWO".
"STROKE THREE".
"STROKE FOUR".
"STROKE FIVE".
"STROKE SIX".
"STROKE SEVEN".
"STROKE EIGHT".
"STROKE NINE".
"STROKE TEN".
"STROKE ELEVEN".
The guard started stroke twelve. Each rib causing female 34's breathing to
come violently. He got one rib, then two, then three, but just then female
34's arms and legs went limp. Her tongue hung from the side of her mouth.
She had fainted from the pain. The guard saw this and immediately stopped
inserting the dildo.
Sirree thought that, now at least she may not have to endure the pain
anymore, either the guard would have mercy and stop the torture, or he
would he would continue, but she would be unconscious to the torture.
The guard did not move the dildo, and signaled to the guard with Sirree.
The guard with Sirree reached into his pocket and pulled out a small white
bag. Sirree, smelled the odor coming from the bag and immediately knew what
it was. Smelling salts. Sirree could not believe it. The guard was not even
going to let her pass out. He was going to force her to feel every
agonizing rib of every single stroke.
Sirree's guard waved the bag in front of female 34's snout. Female 34 shook
her head at the smell, once then twice. Once again her breathing became
violent, at the pain from the immense tool expanding her cloaca. The
chains, binding her wrists and ankles, once again snapped taught, and her
body, once again began to writhe at the pain.
The guard then continued to push the dildo into female 34. Another rib
opened wide her cloaca. Her short rest gave her just enough energy, to
scream, in which the rib, then, forced out of her.
The guard continued.
"STROKE TWELVE".
"STROKE THIRTEEN".
"STROKE FORTEEN".
"STROKE FIFTEEN".
"STROKE SIXTEEN".
"STROKE SEVENTEEN".
"STROKE EIGHTEEN".
"STROKE NINETEEN".
As the guard pulled the dildo all the way out for the final time, female
34's head arched back, her teeth clenched, and tears dripped from her
cheeks. As the tip of the dildo, exited her cloaca, it made a loud
sickening slurp. Female 34 then collapsed on the bench, completely and
totally exhausted.
The guard announced "STROKE TWENTY".
The crowd let up a thunderous roar, and continued as the guards began to
unfasten the tail manacles of each female. The cheers continued as each
guard unfastened the wrist manacles then the ankle manacles. Each female
was kept on the bench as their arms were maneuvered around their backs and
bound again with manacles. The guards then began to put the muzzles and
bits back on the snouts of each female. As the crowds cheering continued,
unabated, the females were urged to their feet. Each female who got just
two strokes with the pain giver dildo were just barely able to stand. Their
knees were very infirm. Female 32 and female 34 could do nothing other than
lay belly down, on the bench, as they didn't have the strength to stand.
The guards helped female 32 and female 34 to their feet and allowed them to
brace themselves on their shoulders. The other females were lead back to
the stalls and tied up. The guards with the two exhausted females walked
them back to their stalls and gently laid them down in the hay then tied
their muzzle lanyards to the wall handles. Even though it was only 3:00pm
female 32 and 34 fell to sleep in very short order.
Sirbel, then stepped back into the stall area. He went around to the
different stalls and whispered, "Dinner time", skipping female 32 and
female 34's stalls.
Sirree was amazed at the thoughtfulness of Sirbel. This dracian male, who
earlier, was prompting guards to torture these two females out of their
wits, was now making a very conscious effort to let them get much needed
sleep. Sirree looked over to female 34. Her cloaca was extremely red and
sore, but there was not the tiniest drop of blood.
Sirbel saw Sirree looking at the females cloaca and whispered, "I know what
your thinking. Your wondering why there isn't more damage. We've been
developing that special gelatin over the last 100 years. It has healing
properties, and is a fine lubricant".
The guards brought in 8 plates of meatloaf, and this time, instead of
collard greens, there was some mixed vegetables. Sirbel admonished the
guards with a "Shhh.... Let these two sleep".
The guards then removed the muzzles, bits and wrist manacles. Each female
got down on all fours, remembering rule six, they ate using their snouts
only. When the last female had finished eating, the guards put the wrist
manacles back on, re-muzzled each female, then tied the lanyards to the
walls.
Sirree, could not believe how sore her cloaca was. She couldn't even
imagine what female 34's cloaca felt like right now.
The next morning, Sirree woke to the smell of dracian feces. Several of the
others females had to go again, during the night.
A couple of guards came in and began to clean up the droppings.
Sirbel entered and said in a soft but firm voice "Time for breakfast".
The guards brought in plates of meatloaf, with varied vegetables.
Sirbel continued "We try add make your meals as nutritionally balanced as
we can for what your going to need. You really should try and eat as many
of the vegetables as you can".
The guards once again freed the females, who were now getting used to
eating like animals.
Once each female would finish her meal, a guard would then, remanacle,
remuzzle, and tie each female back to the wall.
Sirree noticed that the soreness of her cloaca was almost gone, and the
extremely red and sore cloaca of her neighbor was now just slightly pink.
Sirree thought to herself, "Wow that gelatin is powerful.
Sirbel started to speak. "OK, I realize yesterday was very traumatic for
you all. It is for the best. Everyone of you here will stand a very good
chance of bearing two clutches of eggs. You would have no hope, what so
ever, on your own. One thing they don't tell you in the history books is
that the great Sueril even needed help. As a matter of fact she needed a
great deal of help".
A small hint of concern then crossed Sirbels face as he continued. "OK, I
am now allowed,... and wish,... to tell you what a real arena session is
like. Today will be your first real session. Today you're going to be mated
by real males, and not just dildo's. First I want to give you all the good
news. The males are picked by lottery. Before they even can enter the
lottery, they have to pass some fairly strict tests, to make sure they will
not pass on any diseases to you. They will all be very healthy. While the
males are with you, they are bound by some extremely strict laws. They are
not allowed to hit you in any way. They are not allowed scratch or bite you
in any way. They may not apply any undue force against any of your limbs.
They are not allowed to use any foreign objects, with one exception. They
may use the standard size dildos that we provide them. Even the smallest
violation, is punishable by 25 years in jail, a 50,000 gold piece fine,
with the possibility of parole in 10 years. Needless to say these males are
very conscious of your health".
Every single female seemed, to gain some small amount of comfort at
Sirbel's words.
Sirbel continued, "Now for the bad news. I've been in charge of enough egg
bearers to know that yesterday, you females, probably thought that the 100
strokes, from the regular dildo, took about a half an hour. I timed it.
>From the time the guards started to the time the last guard had given the
last stroke lasted just under... six minutes. Real arena sessions have the
following schedule. They start out with a marking ritual, followed by
colonics. This takes about 15 minutes. After that you will be mated by ten
males. Each male is allowed to spend 15 minutes each, with you. Some males
who are really potent at the time may manage to copulate with you, twice.
Most males tend to finish their time using the standard dildo. Make no
mistake. Yesterday, you were stroked by the standard dildo for just 6
minutes. Today, you will be with ten males, each with 15 minutes. Ten males
times 15 minutes each plus 15 minutes for marking and colonics, plus 15
minutes allocated for any punishments is a total of 180 minutes or 3 hours.
That's right. You heard me correctly. A standard session lasts 3 hours. For
the better part of three hours your cloaca will be penetrated by either
dracian male penises, or standard size dildos. But that's not the end of
the bad news. Some males may need some extra stimulation before their
penises are erect enough to penetrate your cloaca. Most males need a stool
to get to the correct height to mount you. If at any time a male should
move the stool around to the front of your benches, they want you to
stimulate them orally. They are not forbidden to do this. You are required
to stimulate their penis with your mouth. If you refuse to do so, you will
be punished with 20 strokes from the pain giver dildo. Also, we consider
biting at this time the most serious offense by our females. If you bite a
males penis you will receive 50 strokes from the pain giver dildo. Believe
me, if you receive 50 strokes, you will be lucky if you only faint twice.
I've even got more bad news. Most males are just there because they one the
lottery. They couldn't care less about you. Other males have a loving, very
gentle stile about them, and may even try to nuzzle and kiss you before
mounting you. It's up to you if you want to let them do so. But, there is
one more kind of male. The kind who are cruel and sadistic. Our laws
prevent them from actually harming you in any way, but, most of these males
take great delight in trying to get you to speak, just so they can get a
perverse pleasure in watching you get 10 strokes from the pain giver dildo,
for every word you say. I wanted to warn you about this. Remember there are
no exceptions. If they get you to say even one word you will receive 10
strokes for that word. And now for the last bit of bad news. There will be
three males that will be here all week. There are always three males who
have won a special weekly lottery and have won what is called marking
rights for the week. I'm not aloud to tell you what that means".
As Serbil spoke, the females began to register a look of fear and impending
doom on their faces.
Sirbel continued. "It's about time for you to be on display. The public
will soon be coming by the windows".
A few minutes passed and a crowd began to steadily walked by the windows,
looking in at the bound females, forced to be animals.
An hour passed. Sirree did not have to defecate last night but now she
needed to, badly, and the crowd was very thick, outside her window. She
gritted her teeth but she just could not hold it in. She let it go into the
hay and the crowd let out a small cheer. Sirree became teary eyed at the
embarrassment. The guards never cleaned the stalls until just before meal
times so the droppings would remain in Sirree's stall for the next 4 hours.
During that time, several other females had to defecate, and each time they
did, a small amount of hand clapping and cheering would arise from the
crowd.
Four hours later, the guards returned, and began to clean up the females
droppings.
Sirbel entered and announced, "Lunch Time".
Lunch followed the same procedure of the guards bringing in food, then
untieing the females to allow them to eat. As always they ate, while on all
fours, using their mouths only. And, as usual, once they were finished, the
guards, once again, re-muzzled and manacled the females.
For the most part, each females crying had died down to nothing more than a
look of extreme sadness and hopelessness.
An hour passed and female 30, once again felt the need to defecate and drop
her feces in the hay.
Sirree thought that the two hours passed as if they were an eternity. Her
imagination was going a mile a minute. How could she endure being mated
over and over again and again for 3 hours.
Finally the guards returned. First they cleaned up the droppings, then
began to untie the lanyards, and again started to lead each female, by the
nose, back to the arena doors. Sirbel entered, and once again a cheer
erupted from the arena. The females heard Sirbel begin to speak.
"This afternoon, we have a special treat for you, ten females who will be
going through there very first, real, session".
The applause and cheering exploded, and went on for 3 minutes.
At last Sirbel got some semblance of control of the crowd and started to
announce each female. When he called female 35 Sirree's guard began to lead
her into the arena. Sirree immediately noticed something different. The
heavy metal latches that held the bench feet securely to the stage were all
undone, and the benches were set off to one side of the stage. The females
that were already in the arena were positioned, facing the audience, with
there backs to the grating. Each guard took great pains to make sure each
females tail was lying forward, on the stage, between their legs. Once each
female had been led into the arena and placed in this position, Sirbel gave
a signal with his finger.
The guards whispered into the females ears, "Sit down".
Each female complied, and when they were all sitting, facing the audience.
Each guard then began to take off the wrist manacles. They did not take the
muzzles off. The guards then slowly help each female to lie down on their
backs on the grating. They then bound their wrists and ankles with manacles
attached to the chain latches, that straddled the grating. Each female was
now stretched out over the gratings, with their tails pointing at the
audience, and their snouts and cloacas, pointing up to the afternoon sky.
Once all ten females were bound. Sirbel spoke. "As usual, we will start the
session with the marking ceremony. Bring in our three weekly, lottery
winners".
A door at the end of the stage opened up and three male dracians stepped
in. One was dressed in a nice suit, another was dressed in casual clothes,
and the last was had on farmers overalls.
Sirbel continued. "They will now choose which female they wish to mate
with".
Each male began to take their clothes off, until they were completely
naked. The dracian that was dressed in a suit, walked over to female 39. He
faced the audience and straddled female 39's tail with his feet. He
shuffled his feet around until they were perfectly aligned with the yellow
lines on the grating. In this position female 39 had a very clear view of
the males rectum and penis which ran together, closely in a cloacal
structure. The male began to squat down. Female 39 finally realized what
was about to happen and started to jerk at the chains holding her down, in
vein. Female 39 saw the males muscles push down. She then saw fecal matter
begin to expand the males rectum. His feces began to exit his body in a
long thick rope. When it finally fell, it hit female 39, directly on her
cloaca. She threw her head back in disgust, and tears flowed from her eyes.
Some of the feces flowed down the side of her tail. Some of it remained on
her cloaca. As she writhed in disgust, she could feel some of the malleable
substance being worked between the sides of her cloaca.
The crowd cheered and Sirbel announced, "The first choice has been made".
The male walked off the stage, taking his clothes with him.
The male that had the casual clothes on, walked down the line of females
then walked back, trying to decide which one he wished to mark. He stopped
at Sirree. He then placed his feet on the yellow lines, astride Sirree's
tail. Sirree was able to see every part of the males penis, rectum
structure. Sirree began to yank on the chains and manacles, binding her
wrists. She did not want this to happen to her. She did not want to be
marked. The male raised his tail high and squatted down over Sirree. Sirree
saw the muscles of the male above her push. She then saw his rectum begin
to be forced open by a ball of fecal matter. The ball slowly emerged into a
thick rope. As it emerged from the male, Sirree continued to yank at the
chains. The thick rope finally broke free from the males rectum, and hit
Sirree directly on her cloaca. Sirree threw her head back in utter disgust,
and tears flowed profusely from her eyes. The male let another rope go,
which also hit Sirree, squarely on the cloaca. Sirree was sobbing out loud.
The fecal mater slowly flowed over the sides of Sirree's tail, and fell
into the grating. The smell of it combined with the feel of it between the
sides of her cloaca, increased her sobs of utter disgust. The male then
walked off the stage.
Again, a cheer arose from the crowd. Sirbel spoke. "Our second male has
made his choice".
The male that was wearing the farmers clothes, then walked out on the
stage. He walked all the way down. As he passed Sirree, Sirree noticed that
this individual smelled just as bad as what the previous male had done to
her. Obviously he worked with farm animals a great deal. He then began to
walk back. To Sirree's horror, he stopped and began to position himself,
astride her tail. Sirbel said nothing. Sirree then realized that this was
not against the rules. She began to, half heartedly, yank at her chains
again, as tears continued to stream down her face. Sirree noticed that this
males penis was slightly larger than the others. She saw the male begin to
push. Slowly his rectum expanded to accommodate a ball of fecal matter. It
oozed from the males body into a thick rope. It hung and wiggled from the
base of the males tail. The male then closed his rectum and the thick rope
fell directly on to Sirree's cloaca. This reignited Sirree's sobs of
disgust, as she felt he thick substance slowly flowing over the sides of
her tail.
Sirbel announced, "The third choice has been made".
And, an uproarious cheer erupted from the crowd.
Sirbel continued, "Now that the marking ceremony has been completed we will
now prepare the females for mating".
The guards began to unfasten the wrist and ankle manacles from each female
and helped them to their feet. They then, refastened the, behind the back,
wrist manacles. Then they tied the muzzle lanyards to one of the chain
latches around the gratings. Each guard then fetched a bench from the side
of the stage. They positioned the benches on the heavy metal latches, and
fastened the latches. Each guard, then untied a female, slowly, but firmly
bent them over each bench, then helped them scuttle onto the bench, belly
down. They then attached the wrist and ankle manacles. They then attached
the tail manacles, so that once again, their cloacas were on display for
the entire audience to see.
Sirbel continued. "They will now be given a colonic, in preparation for
mating".
The guards, once again brought out the pumping apparatuses. They inserted
the long tubes into the females cloaca, and up into their colons. They then
began to pump large amounts of water into their colons, then they took the
tubes out. Each female knew, now, that there was little point in holding it
in, and let torrents of water, mixed with fecal matter go.
Sirbel, continued. "Now it's time to start general mating".
The guards started to bring out well built stools, that had very wide feet,
so as not to go through the grating. All the doors at the foot of the stage
opened up and naked males started filing in.
Sirree looked back and saw ten males form a queue behind her. Sirree
noticed that the males all had a tag attached to their head horns. Each tag
read a size in inches. She then realized that this referred to the
thickness of the males penis. The first males tag read 1" the last male was
the same farmer who had marked her earlier, and his tag read 1 1/2". The
male that was casually dressed, and marked her earlier, was about half way
through the line. The males were put in the order of their penis size,
starting with the smallest. Sirree, now realized that as the 3 hours wore
on, she would be mated by males with larger and larger penises.
The first males stepped up on stage. Sirree saw some males that were with
other females move the stools around to the front of the benches. She
looked back at her male. He had immediately climbed up onto the stool in
back of her. The stool brought his penis, perfectly even with her cloaca.
It was already very stiff. He began to push its tip to Sirrees cloaca. His
penis was small for a dracian and penetrated Sirrees cloaca fairly easily.
Despite this, when Sirree felt her cloaca being penetrated by the real
thing, this time, she let out a gasp. And, tears began to flow from her
eyes. The male began to hump her with a steady rhythm. Sirree felt so
completely helpless. But the small male was no where near big enough to
cause her any pain. She looked around as the male humped her over and over.
The males that had moved the stools around to the front of the benches had
laid their penises in their females mouths. Each of these females,
remembering Sirbels warnings, had started to gently suckle at the males
members, as the males slowly humped in and out of their mouths. And, their
erections steadily grew. When each male was satisfied with his erection, he
would move the stool to the back of the bench, as fast as he could and
began to mate with his respective female.
Sirree felt the male, humping her, begin to slow his pace. His breathing
became erratic and his body began to shiver. The male slowed even further.
His eyes began to cross. Sirree felt the males penis stop humping and
convulse. She felt its flesh expand to make room. Then she felt a thick
liquid erupt from its tip and flow into her. She began to cry. The male
stood there for a few seconds as his body had completely seized. He then,
pulled out of her, collapsed over Sirree's back, and rested their for a few
seconds, more.
When the male finally got up, he reached for the dildo. When Sirree saw
this, her tears of sorrow increased. Sirree felt the male begin to work the
dildo against her cloaca. It slowly but surely began to force her cloaca
open. The male settled into an even rhythm. Sirree began to feel the
horrible empty pushing feeling, return to her cloaca. As the male gave her
stroke after stroke from the dlido, Sirree's breath became labored. Her
body began to involuntarily writhe in an effort to accommodate the
incessant stimulation. Sirree felt the muscles around her cloaca spasm. Her
eyes crossed, she grit her teeth, then her body involuntarily pushed hard
against the dildo, for a few seconds. She then went limp over the bench.
She was exhausted, but the male just kept up the rhythm, impaling Sirree
over and over, with out missing a beat. Sirree could do nothing but lie
there and endure the incessant stimulation of her cloaca. Passage of time
seemed endless. The male just kept on stroking and stroking her. Sirree
then felt here cloacal muscles begin to spasm again her body started to
writhe once again, and then it, once again gave an intense push against the
dildo, that lasted several seconds. She then collapsed once again, on the
bench. The male continued to impale Sirree, over and over.
Then Sirbel spoke, "The first males turn is up".
Sirree felt her tormentor pull the dildo all the way out of her. It made a
sucking sound when he did. Then he walked off the stage.
Sirree now understood what Sirbel was talking about, that morning. The
stimulation of her cloaca, seemed to take an eternity. But only one male of
ten, had finished his work. Only 15 minutes had passed. And, there were
nine males left. And each males penis would only increase in size. Sirree
mustered what strength she could to look around back of her. The next male,
in line was approaching her cloaca. To Sirree's horror, he picked up the
bench and began to move it around to the front of the bench. He stepped up
on the bench, then gently urged her to open her mouth with his finger.
Sirree, complied because she knew if she didn't, she would receive even
more torture, with the pain giver dildo. Sirree cried as the male let his
penis rest in her mouth. As she was instructed, she began to suckle gently
at the soft flesh. The smell was almost as bad as the feces that had been
left in the stalls, all night. Sirree wept in absolute disgust. She felt
the soft flesh begin to firm up. It grew noticeably bigger than the males
penis who had already mated with her. The male began to hump into her
mouth. Sirree began to feel the organ, on the top of her tongue, spasm. The
male then stopped humping. He slowly withdrew his penis from her mouth. He
then, quickly got off the stool, picked it up, and ran around to the back
of the bench, and hopped up on the stool. He then began to push his, now
stiff, member at Sirree's cloaca. Sirree, felt the dracian member enter
her. She stiffened as this penis was just about as big as the standard
dildo. The male began to slowly pump his rigged flesh in and out of Sirree.
Sirree felt the need to push begin to return to her cloaca. Her breath
slowly increased in volume. Every hump of this male, steadily increased
Sirree's cloacal stimulation. Her breath started to become quick and
shallow. Her body began to writhe, and she began to moan. Each moan seemed
to cheer this male on further as quickened his pace. Sirree felt her
cloacal muscles spasm. Sirree's eyes began to cross, and her teeth were
clenched, tightly. Her cloacal muscles pushed then gripped hard at the
males penis. Seconds later, she fell limp over the bench. The male
continued, but not for long. His paced slowed, and then his body began to
shiver, violently. As he crossed his eyes, his snout began to point up, as
he tried to swallow a lump in his throat. Sirree felt the stiff male flesh,
within her, begin to spasm, then expand in small surges. She then felt
large amounts of thick liquid erupt from the males penis and flow into her.
She did her best to swallow a lump in her throat. The male withdrew his
penis and collapsed over Sirree's back. Sirree could not believe how
completely exhausted she felt, at this point. To her horror, the male got
up and reached for the standard dildo. Her cloaca was to be forced open,
once again. Sirree did not have any energy to resist. The male slowly but
surely impaled Sirree with the dildo. Sirree could not even lift her head
off the bench anymore. The male rhythmically stroked Sirrees cloaca, over
and over, with the dildo. Sirree could only lie there in tears, as the
dildo expanded her cloacal muscles over and over in a seemingly, never
ending torment. She hadn't any energy left to lift her head as the first
cloacal muscle spasm hit her. She just laid their, as her eyes closed
tightly, and she gritted her teeth. She just could not believe how long the
stimulation of her cloaca was lasting, even now. She laid there and
resigned herself to the feelings, and the orgasms.
Finally Sirbel spoke again. "The second males turn is up".
Sirree felt the male pull the dildo completely out of her cloaca. At this
point Sirree just laid there and tried to swallow a lump in her throat.
She didn't have the energy at this point to look behind her. She heard the
next male begin to approach her cloaca and climb up on the stool. This male
already had an erection. Sirree felt him begin to push it at her cloaca.
When it penetrated, Sirree took a gasp of air. This males penis, felt even
larger than the last.
Sirree's torment would continue over the next Hour and 30 minutes as male
after male with larger and larger penises, filled her with their seed. Each
time the male would fill out his time with the dlido.
The fourth male stepped up, mounted Sirree, then copulated with her.
The fifth male stepped up, mounted Sirree, then copulated with her.
The sixth male stepped up, mounted Sirree, then copulated with her.
Sirree had very little strength to yank on the chains or even lift her head
off the bench. Her cloaca was steadily be forced open wider and wider. Her
tears flowed unceasingly. At this point, copious amounts of semen was
oozing out of her cloaca and down in between her belly and the bench
The seventh male stepped up, mounted Sirree, then copulated with her.
The eighth male stepped up, mounted Sirree, then copulated with her.
The ninth male stepped up, mounted Sirree, then copulated with her.
Sirbel then announced, "The ninth males turn is now over".
Sirree heard her next mate walk up behind her. But this male picked up the
stool and began to walk around to the front of the bench. Sirree could not
believe it. She barely lasted this long and the last male wanted her to
suckle on his penis? He placed the stool down and stood on top of it.
Sirree noticed that this was the farmer who had marked her earlier, and he
smelled just as bad. Despite this she willingly opened her mouth and let
the male put his penis into it. She knew what would happen if she didn't
and in her present state, she did not want to b punished. She began to
suckle at the fowl smelling penis. The penis began to stiffen. As it did,
Sirree began to realize something. Her eyes opened wide in horror. Up to
this point the males penises were just about average to just a little bit
over average in size. However, Sirree had noticed that this males penis was
not only bigger, it was quite a bit bigger. It still paled in comparison to
the size of the pain giver dildo. But Sirree was still afraid of what this
might feel like. The farmer began to hump Sirree's mouth. His penis seemed
to become hard as a rock. And it was beginning to stroke the back of
Sirree's throat. Just then the farmer stopped humping. He slowly extracted
his penis from Sirree's mouth. He then picked up the stool and walked
calmly around to Sirree's cloaca. Sirree found a little strength from
somewhere and began to yank on her wrist chains again, and shook her head
back and fourth in a vein attempt, in her forced muted condition, to cry
out, "NO! NO"! Tears rushed from her eyes.
She felt the male begin to work his penis at her cloaca. With tears still
streaming down her face, she tried to swallow a lump in her throat.
Sirree gasped as she felt the large member impale her cloaca. She still did
not have the energy to even lift her head off the bench. But her breaths
came fast and labored as she felt the large, hard penis being slowly being
forced into her. The farmer pushed all the way in, then slowly, pulled all
the way out. He began to slowly and rhythmically pump his large penis in
and out of her. Sirree felt her cloacal muscles spasm much more quickly and
intensely than before. Her body involuntarily and intensely bore down and
gripped his penis. What ever last bits of energy Sirree may have had left
was poring away in torrents. Her arms went limp and her tongue began to
hang out of her mouth as large penis slipped by her cloacal walls, pulling
them along with it, over and over again. Sirree, felt the farmers body jerk
hard. She then felt his large penis spasm and throb as wave after wave of
semen flowed through it. Sirree felt the thick liquid begin to fill her up.
But, the farmer was very potent. The semen just kept coming. Sirree felt it
begin to leek out from around the farmers penis, even though her cloaca
gripped it so tightly. The trickle increased to spurts of semen from
between the penis and her cloacal wall. The farmer pulled his penis out of
Sirree, and her cloaca let go a stream of pressurized semen. Sirree shut
her eyes and began to cry.
She could not believe how, exhausted as she was, she could still feel such
intense pain. One thing she kept on telling herself was that none of the
male, and even this last one, came even close to the pain giver dildo. And
she was not assigned any punishments.
Her eyes popped open again when she felt herself being impaled by the
standard dildo. The farmer was not done. He began to stroke Sirree in a
slow methodical rhythm. Sirree felt her cloacal muscles slowly begin to
arouse again. And, tears once again flowed from her eyes.
But the farmer didn't stroke her for very long. He pulled the dildo out of
Sirree and set it on the stage. In Sirree's weakened state she thought the
farmers must have ended. She had no idea how much time had passed. While
stroking Sirree with the dildo the farmers erection had returned and he,
once again, climbed up on the stool.
Sirree was trying to catch her breath. Her limbs just dangled among the
chains. Sirree let out a gasp when she felt it. The farmer, once again
pushed the tip of his penis against Sirree's cloaca. Sirree felt the penis
push her cloaca wide open, and with what little strength that she had
regained, she let out a pathetic little moan. Tears once again streamed
from her face. The farmer was spreading her cloaca wide, and there was
nothing Sirree could do about it. Every last bit of strength had left her
body, and she was bound and tied down like a common animal and she was
being used, over and over again and again. The farmer hump Sirree for a
long time. His second orgasm would not come for almost twice the time, that
his first one took. Sirree felt every stroke. She felt every long slow
penetration, and every long slow withdrawal. And, she could do nothing but
lie there and endure it. Finally, Sirree felt her tormentors body shudder.
He bucked his penis, hard into Sirree. Sirree felt the member inside her
throb and bulge. And, then she felt more semen begin to flow into her body.
The farmer stood there, very rigged, for a few seconds. He then withdrew
the rapidly deflating member from Sirree's cloaca. He then collapsed over
her back and rested. Sirree once again caught a whiff of the farmer who
smelled of animal droppings, and was now lying prone over her back. A few
seconds passed, and the farmer recovered and stood up. He once again picked
up the standard dildo and began to stroke Sirree. After what she had been
through, she hardly noticed the dildo now stimulating her cloaca. But, her
body would surprise her one more time. Once again her cloacal muscles
spasmed and began to push then grip the dildo. The male did not miss a
beat. He just kept on stroking and stroking Sirree.
Finally Sirbel spoke once again. "The tenth and final males have now
completed their turn".
A tremendous cheer erupted from the crowd and continued for several
minutes, until Sirbel was able to quiet them down.
He said, "I'm afraid I have some bad news. There are no punishments
currently assigned".
The crowd let out a collective sigh of disappointment and began to file
toward the exit doors.
Each female was completely exhausted. The guards began to undo their wrist
and ankle manacles, and refasten their wrists in back of them. The guards
slowly helped each female back off the benches. Most of the females, at
this point, could not stand on their own, including Sirree. When a females
legs would give way, the guard would let her lie back down, belly first, on
the bench, to regain her strength. It took about ten minutes but each
female slowly began to regain some strength, and they were finally able to
stand on their own. Then they were lead, by the nose, back to their stalls.
Even though bright daylight still shown in through the windows, each female
fell fast asleep, the moment their heads hit the hay.
Sirbel entered the room. He was about to announce dinner time, but he began
to look around in the stalls. Not one female was awake, and he decided to
let them sleep.
Morning came.
The day went, pretty much to schedule. The guards cleaned up droppings,
left during the night. They brought out breakfast plates, set them in the
stalls, untied the females, the females got down on all fours and ate like
animals. They washed the females. Crowds started filing past the windows.
The females were still very embarrassed by their nakedness, and still had
looks of remorse on there faces, but they were beginning to get used to the
treatment.
A few females needed to defecate, could not hold out, and let it go into
the hay. As, each female did, a small amount of whistling and cheering came
from the on looking crowd.
Lunch was served, the females, got down on all fours, and they ate like
animals.
Two hours later, the guards, once again lead them, by their noses, to the
arena.
Once again each female was manacled, stretched over the grating, lying face
up.
Sirbel, once again announced that the marking ceremony would begin.
The three same males, from yesterday walked up on the stage and began to
undress.
To Sirree's horror, the first male immediately positioned himself over her
tail. Sirree didn't bother to yank on the chains. She now knew the futility
of it. As the first males feces hit her cloaca, she threw her head back and
wept in absolute disgust. The male walked off the stage. The second male
walked up on the stage. Sirree, could not believe it. He headed straight
for her as well. The expression on her face was etched by complete sorrow.
She shook her head back and fourth in a vein attempt to cry out "NO". But,
this male would not be detoured. He positioned himself over Sirree and let
out his droppings on her. Now, once again, it was the farmers turn to
choose a mate. To Sirree's horror, he also chose her. Sirree remembered the
intense feeling of the farmers large penis inside her, and she began to
cry, profusely. The farmer straddled Sirree's tail, bore down, and
deposited fecal matter onto Sirree's cloaca.
Once again, the guards replaced the benches, and helped the females on to
them. Once again they bound the females down to the benches with manacles,
brought out the water pumping devices, and began to clean out the females
colons.
Once again, males began to form queues of ten behind each female, placed in
order of their penis size. The first males stepped up and began to rut
their assigned mate. Every time a male would finish he would use the dildo
on his mate until his 15 minutes were done. Every one of the ten females
was completely exhausted by the time her third mate had finished with her.
Every female could do nothing but lie there and endure the excruciatingly
long torture, that just did nothing but increase in intensity as larger and
larger penises penetrated their cloacas over and over.
By the time it was over, each female just hung limp over each bench.
Since the farmer had chosen Sirree once more, she was the most exhausted of
all. His large penis, had sapped any last bit of strength that she might of
had.
As the week went on, the farmer would always choose Sirree.
Finally, after the seventh day, the farmer had used up his weekly prize and
would not be back. Sirree's cloaca would only have to endure, regular to
slightly large size penises.
Week after week passed by. The females were slowly getting used to the
routine. They were beginning to get used to being treated like nothing more
than an animal. And, they were beginning to get used to being mated and
stroked with a dildo, everyday for 3 hours each. Even so, intense sadness
still permeated each of their souls.
Weeks began to become months.
* * *
Three months had gone by with relatively no incident.
The ninth males had just finished mating. The tenth males walked up on the
stage. Sirree heard the male with female 33 begin to talk. He said. "Hey
Bitch, My name is Sil and I'm going to Fuck you like you've never been
Fucked before"!
Sirree saw that his penis was not quite as large as the farmers but still
very large.
Sil thrust it home into female 33's cloaca. Female 33 gasped, then began to
cry.
Sil saw her tears and said, with an evil leer, "Like it! Yesssss"?
The female shook her head back and fourth.
As Sil continued to pump his member in and out of female 33, he giggled
with an evil hiss. Female 33 could do nothing but lie there and take it.
Sil's penis surged forth hard. He gave out a loud grunt, and his body began
to shiver. Female 33 felt Sil spill his seed into her. After a few seconds
Sil recovered and reached for the dildo, and began to stroke female 33's
cloaca. She could do nothing but lie there and cry. Female 33 felt Sil
impale her over and over. All of a sudden Sil stopped, and left the dildo
inside female 33 for several seconds. Her body writhed at the feeling of
the foreign object within it. Sil finally pulled it out. Female 33, teary
eyed, looked back at Sil. He had a very self satisfied look on his face.
Female 33 thought "So far that wasn't so bad. What was he talking about"?
To her amazement Sil turned and began to walk away. She thought, "That was
not 15 minutes".
Sil stopped and said. "Oh and a ... by the way, bitch ..."
His back was still facing female 33. She was looking on.
All of a sudden Sil wheeled around, held the dildo up high that he was
still holding on to, and quickly, and nonchalantly said, "Want some more o'
this"?
Seeing this, female 33, forgot herself and answered "NO". Immediately
realizing what she had done, her head snapped forward and her eyes opened
wide in terror.
Sil jump up and down in joyful exuberance, saying "I GOT HER! I GOT HER!
MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA"!
Sirbel said, "Female 33 is now assigned 10 strokes with the pain giver
dildo".
Sil walked back up to female 33, now intent on finishing his 15 minutes.
He, once again, impaled her with the dildo, and began to stroke it in and
out of her cloaca.
Female 33, only felt the dildo stroking the walls of her cloaca as an after
thought. She wept, bitterly, because she knew what was coming later.
After about a minute, Sil pulled the dildo out and said. "Time for me to
mount you again, bitch".
He, once again stepped up on the stool, and thrust his penis home.
Between weeping, generated by fear, she managed a gasp as she felt his
large penis impale her.
Sil slowly and methodically, humped female 33, again and again. A minute
passed. Five minutes passed. Sil then developed a wild look in his eyes.
His body shivered, then stiffened. Then he, once again, spilled his seed
into female 33. There were only a few minutes left in his turn, and he
immersed the dildo into her cloaca, and stroked it, in and out for the
remaining minutes.
Female 33 was still crying in fear, as Sirbel announced, "The last males
have finished their turn".
Sil stepped down off the stage, looking a little dejected that his turn was
over.
Sirbel announced, "It is now time for penalties to be given".
The crowd let out a cheer.
Sirbel continued, "Female 33 is assigned 10 strokes".
A guard, stepped out from behind the curtain carrying the pain giver dildo.
Female 33 saw it was just as big and brutal looking, as she remembered it,
and began to futilely, yank on her chains.
The guard, walked around to her tail.
Female 33, gasped, with a look of terror on her face, when she felt the
guard apply the lubricating gelatin to her cloaca. She shook her head back
and fourth in a vein attempt to cry out "NO NO".
She felt the guard begin to work the tip at her cloaca. The guard then
pushed hard, and she screamed out in agony, as the tip penetrated her
cloaca. The first rib, slowly, and brutally, expanded her cloaca. Her cries
of agony increased in volume, and tears flowed in torrents from her eyes.
She was doomed to this agony, from simply speaking just one word. The guard
slowly worked each rib into female 33, held it all the way in until her
cries of agony slipped into sobs. Then he began to pull. As each rib passed
female 33's cloaca, she cried out in agony again. But each cry ebbed away
in intensity as she slowly lost her strength. Her body writhed against the
intense pain.
The guard announced, "STROKE ONE".
Eventually, female 33 lost all strength, she could do nothing but lie there
and endure every rib of every stroke. All nine other females watched on,
and could not help but feel for her in her agony.
"STROKE TWO".
"STROKE THREE".
"STROKE FOUR".
"STROKE FIVE".
"STROKE SIX".
"STROKE SEVEN".
"STROKE EIGHT".
"STROKE NINE".
"STROKE TEN".
When the guard finally withdrew the dildo all the way, it made a sickening
slurp.
The small amount of tenseness that was in female 33's muscles just dropped
away. Each of the other nine females, collectively let their tensions
release, as they saw the punishment completed.
The guards untied the females, got them to their feet, then re-tied, and
re-muzzle them. Female 33 had to be carried. The guards lead them back to
their stalls. They ate dinner, then went to sleep.
That night Sirree began to dream.
She saw herself in nothing but blackness, the blackness went on for what
Sirree thought was hours, but then light began flood all around. It started
with a dim greyness, but slowly and steadily grew. It got brighter and
brighter, until Sirree thought she could not stand it any more. The
brightness began to congeal into one spot, and began to take form. An
immense figure began to appear before her. As the brightness solidified
into a form, Sirree could see it had a incredibly beautiful white skin,
composed of impossibly perfectly fitting white scales. Two gossamer leather
wings, seemed to stretch out to eternity. The head was dracian in
appearance, but the horns on its head curled like a rams horns, and
appeared to be made of the finest solid gold. Although it's face was very
reptilian, it was impossibly kind and caring in it's demeanor. It sat on a
massive throne of solid gold. It's tail draped out a hole in the back and
wrapped around. At the tip was a spade of solid gold.
Sirree, thought the sight could not be more angelic.
She said, "Am I dead"?
The apparition spoke in the loudest, deepest, most caring voice, Sirree had
ever heard. "No my child, you are not".
Sirree said, "Are you god"?
The giant form said, "I am your father, as I am father to all dracians".
The giant form gently put its fore claw down in front of Sirree, inviting
her to step on. Sirree took the hint and did so. Sirree was lifted up to
the impossibly massive chest, as the gossamer wings wrapped around her into
a cradle.
Sirree spoke, "But why have you forsaken us"? Then she averted her gaze
expecting retribution.
But to her surprise, the form used it's other claw, in a gentle caress to
her chin, bidding her to look up.
The father spoke, "By this you mean why females must go through such
sorrow"?
Sirree nodded her head.
The father continued "I care for my children. I did not wish to curse you
so. I cared not for the laws dracians made in my name. Many times dracian
laws, made in my name, did more harm than good. The one thing I demand from
my children is love. Love for one another. Love for me, and remembrance of
my love for you. Two hundred years ago, dracians had forgotten how to love.
They abandoned their love for one another, and they did not love me. They
needed to be taught the value of love. I cursed your race, to never more,
be able to bear young from love, so you would look back and see what you
have lost".
Even though the voice of the being, holding Sirree, was impossibly caring
and loving in it's tone, the truthfulness of the words cut through Sirree's
very soul like a knife. And, she began to sob.
The father continued, "Don't be sad. I am their, feeling every agony that
you go through. One day, in the far future, your race may find the way
back. But, Sirree, I'm sorry to say, it will not happen in your lifetime.
Now you must go back. Help your race to live".
But then the dream began to become nightmarish.
She now saw herself in a gigantic cave. Before her were nine females,
hanging in mid air, facing away from her. Their wrists were fastened to the
cave ceiling with chains and their ankles were fastened to the floor. All
the chains were quite taught.
Behind each female were lines of very large, demonic looking, male
dracians. The lines seemed to go down into the blackness of the caves
forever. Their penises were immense. The penises also had the ability to
bend and curl and writhe like a snake, and were very long. These males
would step up behind the hanging females. Their bodies were large and their
chests met the hanging females backs. They would wrap their arms around the
females chests and the females would squirm. Once this was done, the snake
like penises would search around for the females cloaca. Once found, it
would trust itself in, brutally expanding the females cloaca, and the
female would wale in pain. The penises would slowly pump in and out of the
females cloaca. After about twenty or thirty slow and painful strokes, the
snake like penis would thrust in hard, and throb. Waves of semen were
visible through their length. The semen would not stop flowing and the
females abdomen would slowly expand and lumps of eggs would magically
appear as the semen flowed. The females stomachs became immense.
Then the penis would withdraw, and the females body would visibly, relax.
A few moments would pass, then the female would start to breath hard, then
grunt through her nose as her body bore down. Then the female would let out
a terrifying scream, then grunt again as her body pushed again. As an egg
emerged from their cloaca, it would magically disappeared before hitting
the ground.
Then she would begin to labor on the next egg.
The hole process would be repeated until the female had no more eggs in her
stomach.
Immediately, the next male mated her. Then she would lay eggs. Then the
next male mated her. And the cycle continued.
Sirree was frightened at the horrific sight.
Sirree then saw a tenth set of chains, which began to move around. With
lightning speed they extended toward Sirree, and seized her wrists and
ankles. They then pulled back and and hung her in mid air. Sirree looked
over her shoulder and saw an endless line of demon males, lining up behind
her. The first male stepped up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her.
Sirree, then, felt the snake like penis exploring her thighs, and tail. It
eventually found her cloaca, and thrust in hard.
Sirree, awoke, sobbing.
* * *
Four more months, came and went. Every day, at 2 pm they were taken to the
arena, and where mated by ten males. Every once in a while a clever male
would get a female to speak a word, and the subsequent punishments would
sap all remaining strength from the guilty female.
One day, on the way out of the arena, from another day of being mounted ten
times, Sirree looked into the audience, and noticed that there was one
dracian male, not participating in all the cheering. Looking closer, she
saw it was Ril. His face showed sorrow and emptiness. Tears ran from his
eyes. As the guard continued to yank at the lanyard connected to her nose,
she could feel Ril's sorrow, and his love for her. And, she remembered now
much she loved him. The words of the angelic form from her dream came back
to her, ten fold, "I cursed your race, to never more, be able to bear young
from love, so you would look back and see what you have lost". And, as she
was walked back to her stall, she began to sob. As night approached
outside, a wave of intense sorrow hit Sirree. Not being with Ril hurt so
much. Knowing that Ril felt the same, just added to her sorrow. She could
not get to sleep, that night. She just lied there, sobbing bitterly.
The next morning, the guards served breakfast.
Sirree, was still very sad from seeing Ril. She was also very hungry.
The guard placed a plate in her stall. Sirree got down on all fours to eat.
But when she did, she accidently put her fore-claw on the rim of the plate,
and the food spilled onto the hay. The guard did not see this and had left.
Sirree was so hungry that she looked around, and when she was sure the
guard wasn't looking she began to pick up the food and put it back on the
plate. Sirree thought she was going to get away with it when the guard
turned to open a different stall door. He saw Sirree, and immediately went
over to Sirbel and whispered in his ear.
Sirbel spoke, "Female 35, you'll be receiving 20 strokes today".
Sirree, collapsed into the hay, and began to sob bitterly.
The guard brought in a new plate of food for Sirree.
Sirbel then addressed all the females, "OK, listen up. If you need to get
our attention for anything, tap on the glass. We will hear it. If your food
gets spilled, tap on the glass and we'll get you a new plate. Remember you
are not allowed to touch your food with your hands. I'm afraid female 35
here is going to learn that lesson the hard way".
At this point in time, Sirree didn't think she could bear her life any
more. She was separated from her love, and she was going to be tortured
before the day was out.
To Sirree, the day dragged on intolerantly slow. Once during that day she
defecated for the crowd, outside, to see.
When lunch came, she ate as her tears flowed.
Finally, the guards once again led the group of females to the arena.
Colonics were administered, the marking ceremony took place, and the males
began to mount their assigned females.
Each male consistently filled out all 15 minutes with the dildo, and each
female was exhausted by the time the tenth male had finished.
Up to now, Sirree had not broken one rule, and the only time she had felt
the pain giver dildo, was that first day. But, now she was assigned 20 full
strokes. Sirree, remembered how female 34 had passed out from this, and she
was severely frightened. But she was firmly fastened to the bench and was
already exhausted from ten males mounting her.
But, now the guard was approaching her with the brutally large hard rubber
tool in one hand and a tube of gelatin in the other. When Sirree saw this,
she began to instinctively yank on the chains binding her. Tears flowed
from her eyes. She watched the guard make his way to her tail.
When she felt the guard lube her cloaca, her head snapped forward. Her eyes
flew wide open and her pupils began to contract. She was in absolute fear
of what was to come, but she was doomed to endure it.
The guard began to work the tip at her cloaca. Sirree felt the guard push.
Her cloaca was forced open wide, and Sirree screamed in agony. The pain was
just as horrible as Sirree remembered. Her tears from her torment, flowed
profusely. Sirree felt the first rib brutally expand her cloaca even
further, and she screamed out in agony, once again. As the first rib
passed, her muscles contracted her cloaca around the dildo shaft. The
second rib began to move into her. The pain it caused forced another scream
from Sirree. As third rib began to open her cloaca, her screams of pain
began to lessen as she felt her strength leave her. But the pain was as
intense as ever. As rib after rib passed her cloaca, her strength was
sapped away. She had no more energy, that the intense pain could force into
a scream. All she could do is lie there and endure it. Tears flowed
profusely from her eyes. And her body, involuntarily writhed against the
pain.
The guard finally worked the dildo all the way in. Sirree had long since
lost the strength to scream. The guard held the dildo all the way in until
writhing of Sirree's body began to slow. Then he began to pull. Rib after
rib was slowly extracted from Sirree's body. Sirree could not believe how
painful each rib was as it was pulled out. She felt her cloacal muscles
grip the shaft of the immense dildo as rib after rib left her body.
The guard pulled all but one rib out of Sirree.
He announced, "STROKE ONE".
Then he slowly began to push it back in. Sirree felt each rib, once again
begin to enter her body. Her body, once again, began to writhe at the pain.
The guard slowly impaled Sirree with the dildo's length, and held it there,
then began to withdraw it once more.
He announced, "STROKE TWO".
Sirree never felt so helpless in her life. Her torture continued and there
was nothing she could do about it.
"STROKE THREE".
"STROKE FOUR".
"STROKE FIVE".
"STROKE SIX".
"STROKE SEVEN".
"STROKE EIGHT".
"STROKE NINE".
"STROKE TEN".
"STROKE ELEVEN".
"STROKE TWELVE".
Sirree did not know what happened, but she suddenly found herself waking up
with a bad and stinging smell in her nose. It was smelling salts. She then
noticed that her cloaca still felt like it was stretched wide open. The
guard began to push on the dildo and Sirree, once again, screamed out in
agony. It was the only sound she could manage as the dildo continued it's
slow and agonizing entrance into her body. Once again, tears flowed from
her eyes.
The guard completed impaling Sirree, held the dildo in for a second, then
began to withdraw it from her cloaca.
"STROKE THERTEEN".
Sirree could not believe it. She didn't even miss one stroke when she was
unconscious.
The guard continued, "STROKE FOURTEEN".
"STROKE FIFTEEN".
"STROKE SIXTEEN".
"STROKE SEVENTEEN".
"STROKE EIGHTEEN".
"STROKE NINETEEN".
The guard pulled the dildo all the way out and it made a horrible slurp.
"STROKE TWENTY".
The arena session was finally over and the guard with Sirree had to carry
her to her stall.
Tears were cascading off Sirree's face as the guard set her down in her
stall.
It didn't take long for Sirree to fall asleep despite it being bright
daylight outside.
The next morning came and breakfast was served. Sirbel was always extremely
conscious of which females had eaten, and since Sirree did not have the
strength to eat dinner the day before, she was given an extra large portion
for breakfast.
By now the females were quite used to the crowds parading outside, and
thought nothing of letting their droppings go in public view.
Shortly after finishing her large meal, Sirree had to go, and did so for
the entertainment of the crowd.
The females then settled down into the hay to passed the day as the crowd
filed by outside.
About one hour passed, then Sirree felt something strange. There was
tightness growing inside her lower abdomen, which slowly grew. She
attempted to quell it by wriggling her body around. But it just increased.
She then tried standing up. As soon as she did she felt something pop
inside her lower abdomen. All of a sudden, she felt faint and collapsed in
the hay.
A guard saw this and immediately pointed it out to Sirbel.
Sirbel said to the guard, "Quick lets get her to the infirmary. I do
believe stall group three might just have it's first success".
The muscular guard and Sirbel both gently picked up the limp Sirree and
carried her down the entrance hall to a side door.
Once at their destination, Sirbel commented to a dracian in a white coat,
"You know she was feeling particularly sad yesterday. That combined with
the punishment might just have had the desired effect".
Sirree's eye's fluttered open. She found herself lying down on something
soft, looking up at the ceiling.
Through the haze she saw Sirbel, who said "Don't say a word. I think you
might be our first female to ovulate. We've already taken some tests. We'll
find out in a minute. Just relax".
The dracian wearing a white coat stepped in. "She has indeed ovulated. She
is not pregnant yet. But, she most likely will be after today".
Sirbel spoke to Sirree in a gentle voice, "Just lie there and relax. You
should know by now that you can trust me, and that I've seen all this
thousands of times. You're strength will return. We've given you a shot of
vitamins that you'll need. You should be able to walk within the hour. But,
you can stay her as long as you feel the need, up until your arena time
comes. When you feel like you've recovered, just stand up and the guard
will lead you back to your stall".
Sirree noticed her muzzle and lanyard were still on. She lied there for
what seemed to her as a very long time. After a while she felt her body
completely relax from the tightness that signaled her ovulation. Some more
time passed and she became fidgety. She started feeling very dumb just
lying there, and got up.
The guard began to gently yank on the lanyard. Sirree took her queue, and
followed the guard back to the stalls. When they got there, all the guards
were facing her, so were all the females. Even the dracians out side were
looking directly at her. The guards, Sirbel, and the crowd out side
spontaneously let up a cheer, and the females clacked their head horns
against the windows in applause.
Sirbel spoke up, "This is for you, female 35. Your our first female to
ovulate".
Sirbel then addressed everyone else. "Now she's not pregnant yet. But there
is an extremely good chance that she will become so, after her arena
session, today".
Sirree was still very sad from not being with her beloved Ril, but two new
emotions began to creep into her soul. She, once again, felt the pride, she
felt on that first day. But then, the realization crept in, that she was
indeed going to become pregnant. Up until now it didn't seem real somehow.
But the reality, now started to sink in to Sirree's thoughts. She had seen
eggs before, when families adopt them. And, the smallest egg she had ever
seen was easily four times as thick as the pain giver dildo. The reality of
that immense dimension began to trouble her thoughts.
But for now she basked in the moment.
Lunch came and went, then the females were led up to the arena. The word of
Sirree's condition spread, and during the marking ceremony, all three males
chose Sirree.
Sirree was feeling especially vulnerable because she new that even one
males semen right now could make her pregnant. But, the guard had tied her
down to the bench, and there was no way she could resist. Her expression
was that of worry.
The ten males lining up behind her, all seemed extremely exited. Just the
knowledge that they might be the cause of her pregnancy, had made their
erections rock hard.
The first male prepared to mount Sirree. His penis was small so he had no
trouble trusting it in. When Sirree felt the penis penetrate her, she tried
to swallow a lump in her throat. The small male caused her no pain, but she
was afraid of, finally becoming pregnant. The small male, slowly and
rhythmically, humped Sirree. He slowly increased his speed, and began to
let out small grunts. Tears were flowing from Sirree's eyes. The males body
began to spasm. He gritted his teeth and his eyes crossed. Sirree felt the
males penis throb, surge, then fill her with semen. Sirree new that, now
there was a good chance she would be pregnant, and she began to cry. Her
tears of sorrow and fear did not deter the small male at all. He picked up
the standard dildo and began to impale Sirree's cloaca with it. The thought
of Sirree's pregnancy plus what he was currently doing to her, quickly
re-established the males erection. He pulled the dildo out of her and
quickly mounted her again. It took longer, but he once again, spilled his
seed into Sirree. Sirree knew that with every copulation, that her chances
of escaping pregnancy, grew smaller and smaller.
The small male picked up the standard dildo and finished out his 15
minutes.
The next male stepped up to Sirree, his erection was rock hard. He stepped
up to the stool and mounted her. It didn't take long before he ejaculated
into Sirree. This male, then, picked up the dildo, and began to use it on
Sirree. Once again, the thought of Sirree's pregnancy, helped to
re-establish his erection. And, he mounted Sirree, once again.
The third male, also was able to copulate with Sirree, twice.
The fourth, fifth, seventh, eighth, and ninth males all managed to spill
there seed, twice, into Sirree.
Sirree's tears continued to flow, because she knew by now that there was no
chance, what so ever, that she would not be pregnant, and she was
frightened.
The tenth male, mounted Sirree. His copulation came fairly quickly. After
using the dildo, the male regained his erection. He mounted Sirree again.
It didn't take much longer than the first time, until Sirree once again,
felt the male fill her with his seed. Once again the male picked up the
dildo. Sirree thought at least it'll now be over. But to her surprise, the
male pulled the dildo out, and stepped up onto the stool. This time, the
male took much longer. But eventually he filled Sirree with even more
semen. He once again, reached for the dildo, but Sirbel, announced that the
final turn was up.
The days arena session now finished, the guards led the females back to
their stalls. Sirree was still very afraid of what was to come. She lied
down in the hay, still whimpering at the thought.
The next mornings breakfast, came and went.
To Sirree's surprise, Sirbel himself, came in her stall, untied the
lanyard, then began to lead her.
They went to the same office, where she found herself waking up, the other
day. Sirbel bid her to lie down on her back on the soft bench.
The same dracian in the white coat was there. He said, "Now lets see if
you've become pregnant".
He stuck some sort of instrument into Sirree's cloaca, then withdrew it.
Then he went into an adjacent room.
Sirbel sat in a chair in the corner of the room. Sirree continued to lie on
her back. About a half an hour passed.
The white coat wearing dracian, came back into the room and said, "Yes she
is quite pregnant".
The expression on Sirree's face fell into an extreme despair.
Sirbel urged her to sit up. Once she was sitting, Sirbel began to talk to
her, in a conciliatory voice, "I hate to give you bad news, right now, but
you must know. The disease that hit our race is extremely insidious. Eggs
take a very long time to develope inside females. It's typically about six
months. Unless you're cloaca is continually forced into arousal, you body
will probably abort the eggs. So you must continue your arena sessions. The
doctor here will let me know when it's a good time to stop. Typically, that
happens about two weeks before you will lay your eggs. Come on. Lets go
back to the stall. There's a surprise there for you".
He then began to lead her back to the stalls.
When they got to her stall, Sirree noticed something very different. The
guards had been busy, while they were away. In her stall was a finely
woven, massive, wicker bowl. In the bowl was finely shaven, and very soft
flax.
Sirbel started to talk to Sirree in a kind voice, "This is for you. Now
that your pregnant, we want to protect the growing eggs inside you. So here
is a soft bed for you to use. It's best if you sleep on your stomach, on
the soft flax. That helps the eggs develope correctly. We'll change the
flax out, daily. Come on. I have another surprise for you".
He led her up to the arena, where another stalls arena session was just
finishing. No females were assigned punishments, so there was a 15 minute
break.
Sirbel spoke to an attending guard. "Could you bring out a pregnancy bench
please"?
The guard went behind the curtain and brought out a bench that had the same
metallic feet as the other benches, but was strangely shaped. There was a
round area in the middle where there was a deep depression. There were
extra supports around the arm and leg areas.
Sirbel then turned to Sirree and said, "This special bench is designed to
take weight off your stomach, and allow you to continue your arena
sessions, during your pregnancy. OK, lets go back to the stall".
Sirree, was still very frightened, but seeing the, relatively, royal
treatment she was getting, somehow took the edge off her fear.
Sirree, tried out her new bed. Compared to the hay, it was extremely soft.
And, she enthusiastically, snuggled down into it.
Lunch time came. Then went. Then that days arena session arrived. When
Sirree got up on the new bench it felt very weird. But she soon got used to
it, and settled down in preparation to be mounted, copulated with, and
stimulated with a dildo, by ten males.
* * *
The months wore on.
Occasionally, a male would get one of the females to utter a word. And,
subsequently that female would be tortured with the pain giver dildo,
screaming for all her worth.
Sirree was getting used to the special bench, which she found, oddly
comfortable, especially now that her stomach was beginning to grow.
Two months had passed, and female 37 had, ovulated, then become pregnant,
and got her own special bed and bench.
Their schedule was never interrupted: Breakfast, Public viewing, Lunch,
then the arena session. All ten females had long since gotten used to
defecting in full view of the public and thought nothing of it.
The months wore on.
Sirree's stomach steadily grew. Sirree began to see why she was given all
the special attention. She needed it. She could not believe how fat she was
getting.
Four months passed. Then five.
Sirree's stomach had become immense. And now the doctor was examining her
on a daily basis. The doctor started to make comments like, "Very good. You
should be laying soon".
Comments like these always made Sirree feel flush with worry.
The following days passed slowly for Sirree. Her thoughts were preoccupied
with what egg laying would feel like. She knew how painful the pain giver
dildo was, but it paled in comparison to the size of a dracian egg. She
just could not imagine what it would be like. And, it frightened her.
One day, the doctor said, "I think it's time we start holding you back from
the arena sessions".
Sirbel was there. He said, "OK, Female 35. I want to tell you that until
you've finished laying your eggs, and are ready to go back to the arena,
the, no talking, rule does not apply to you. Believe me, the rule is
rescinded at this time for a VERY good reason, that you will find out".
That day, when the other females went to the arena, she felt a bit guilty
that she was not to join them. She could her their moans of forced mating
from down the hall. When they came back from the arena session they were
given dinner. Sirree had been given extra collard greens, ever since she
had become pregnant.
Day after day passed as Sirree waited, nervously, in her bed of flax.
Twelve days passed. The sun came up on the thirteenth day and breakfast was
served. Sirree had defecated, the night before and a guard proceed to clean
it up.
Then the crowd began to file passed, outside.
And the day went on.
An hour past, and Sirree felt her body give a push, much like she was
trying to defecate, but she did not control it.
Her eyes opened wide. She realized that it was time for the eggs to come.
She laid there for ten minutes with a look of extreme concern on her face.
The other nine females started to realize that it was Sirree's time to lay,
and they all had expressions of great concern.
Sirree felt her body push again, then relax. A few minutes passed, then
Sirree felt another push. Suddenly, a large amount of thick liquid flowed
from here cloaca, and Sirree gasped. When she collected herself, she
instinctively, scuttled slightly forward on the nest, and spread her legs
wide over it.
Sirbel had gotten word that Sirree was going into labor and rushed in. He
gently pushed Sirree's tail up in the air and said to her. "Try to hold
your tail up at least this high. It will help you, a little, to pass the
eggs".
He then let go, and Sirree did as she was instructed.
Sirree, felt her body give another push. Then, she felt an egg move a tiny
amount. Her breaths increased for a moment, then relaxed. A few moments
passed. Sirree then felt a strong build up in her abdomen, which released
into an extremely hard push. She grunted through her nose as she worked
through the push. The oval object inside her began to move and expand her
tubes. It caused a wave of pain and Sirree's grunts escalated into short
screams, which degenerated into hard breaths. Sirree could not believe how
much pain she was already in, and the egg had not even seen the light of
day yet. A few more moments passed. Sirree once again felt her abdominal
muscles build up then push down strongly. The first egg expanded her tubes
to it's full width.
All of the other nine females gasped in horror, when they heard the scream
that Sirree let out just then. It was completely different than the sounds,
the pain giver dildo caused. It was easily twice as loud and slightly lower
in pitch.
Sirree was in tremendous agony.
The scream degenerated and became some involuntary words. Her eyes closed
and tears, streamed from her face. Half crying through the words she
sobbed, "NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOO! IT HUUUURTS! IT HUUUUUURTS BAD!
SOMEONE HEL... SOMEO ......"
Sirree felt her abdominal muscles, once again, building up. Her eyes flew
wide open. Her pupils were fully dilated. She felt it release into another
strong push. The egg began to slowly open her cloaca. Sirree tried to
scream but nothing came out. Both her eyes and mouth were wide open. Tears
were pouring from her face. Her head vibrated, because Sirree was in
horrible agony. Her eyes slowly closed. Her breaths came violent and fast.
Moments passed and Sirree felt her abdomen, once again build up. She
managed to shake her head back and fourth once, before her body released
with another strong push. The egg opened cloaca some more, and shot intense
waves of pain through Sirree's body. Her eyes and mouth, once again snapped
wide open, and her head vibrated violently. Slowly, her eyes shut once
again, and once again, she felt another strong build up in her abdominal
muscles. Her body, once again pushed down, hard. The egg brutally expanded
her cloaca, almost to it's widest point, shooting even more intense waves
of pain through out her body. Sirree's eyes and mouth, once again flew wide
open. But now the egg began to slip on it's own. As Sirree felt the egg
begin to exit her body, her eyes crossed and her head arched back.
The egg made a loud horrible slurp, and exited her body. And Sirree
collapsed over the nest, sobbing. Never before, in her life, had she
experienced such incredible waves of pain. Yet, somehow, it was completely
different from any other pain she had ever felt.
All she could do is just lie there and sob. But then she felt her body
begin to push again. Her second egg was beginning to come.
Over and over, her body would push against the large white oval, within
her. Her agony returned, and she let out another terrifying scream of pain.
Once again, she would call out for help but no one could, "NOOOOOOOOOO! IT
HUUUUUUURTS! IT HUUUURTS SO MUCH! SOMEONE HELP ME! SOMEO ......"
But, the waves of pain would steadily grow. All her strength went to endure
it, and her screams of agony and despair were cut off. Push after push
slowly moved the egg down, brutally expanding her cloaca. Every push would
send intense waves of pain through out her body. And, every time a wave of
the horrifying pain would hit, her eyes and mouth would fly wide open and
her head would shake violently.
The egg began to slip on it's own and, finally dropped to the nest,
trailing a thin line of thick liquid to her cloaca.
She had laid two eggs, and was exhausted, but her belly was still fat with
eggs.
Her terrifying agony would continue.
Her body began to push once more. The spasming of her body, and her
terrible screaming, was evidence of the horrifying pain she was going
through. The third egg slowly emerged. It made a horrible slurp as it fell,
and left a thin thread of liquid hanging from her cloaca.
She did not have much rest. Her body started to push against the fourth
egg. It forced another terrifying scream from her. Push after agonizing
push, worked to evict an immense white oval from her body. The egg, covered
in Sirree's juices, again made a terrible slurp.
Her terrifying agony, continued, as her body struggled to evict a fifth
egg, and then a sixth egg, and finally a seventh.
And, she collapsed over the nest.
Female 37 began to cry, for now she knew what was to come, and she was
frightened.
Sirree, had started laying at 9:00am but it was now noon. It had taken 3
hours for her to lay her eggs.
The guards came out with lunch but Sirree couldn't even lift her head to
eat. The guard that came to Sirree's stall had with him several towels and
a tube of the healing gelatin. He proceeded to apply some of the gelatin to
a towel. He then applied it to Sirree's stretched, red, and extremely sore,
cloaca. Sirree felt it sting a little and her body jerked. But then, it
began to soothe her throbbing cloaca. When the guard was done he began to
wipe down the eggs, gently drying them with the remaining towels.
Sirree just lied there, completely exhausted. Sirbel walked into her stall
and said, "Just lie there and rest. We won't be taking you back to the
arena for several more days".
Two hours passed, and the guards started taking the nine other females to
the arena.
Once again, Sirree heard their moans of forced mating coming from the
arena.
She had not even seen the eggs yet, for she did not even have the strength
to lift her head. But, as the arena session wore on, she felt, just a
little strength return. And she turned to finally get a look at her
offspring. The eggs were large, leathery, brilliant white, and perfect
ovals. Sirree was fascinated by them and ran the palm of her front claw
over them.
She could still hear the moaning sounds of forced mating coming from the
arena. And it got louder as the males penis sizes increased.
Finally, the arena session was over and Sirbel, the guards, and the nine
females all returned.
Sirbel walked into Sirree's stall, and said, "You should feel proud. You've
laid your first clutch. Lay one more clutch of eggs and you can go home. By
the way, you can still speak until your next arena session in a few days".
Sirree, looked down at the perfect eggs in the nest with her, for a few
seconds, then looked back up at Sirbel, and said, in a soft voice, "Thank
you".
Sirbel said, in a soft voice, "You'ld be surprised how many times females
have thanked me at this time. You'ld think after going through such
torture, that I would be cursed. But it always does my heart good to hear
that from a female. I do my best to help females, to help our race live.
But, that doesn't mean that I don't care, and that I don't regret having to
cause so much pain. Since you have a husband, you can pick one egg to send
to him. Even, if you were there, though, there would be no way for you to
take care of seven young. We'll give your other eggs good homes".
Sirree was sad that she would have to give up six of her seven eggs, but
she saw the truth in Sirbels words.
She carefully looked over the eggs. There was one that was particularly
large, white, perfectly shaped, which caught her eye. A simple touch from
Sirree's claw told Sirbel which one she chose.
A guard brought in one small and one large basket. Both were lined with
soft flax. Sirbel gently picked up the egg Sirree chose, and laid it in the
small basket. The guard started gently picking up the other eggs and laying
them in the large basket.
Sirbel said, "Don't worry, we'll make sure this egg gets to Ril safely".
The next couple of days, Sirree was given meals with extra collard greens
to replace her lost calcium, and the doctor gave her a shot of vitamins.
Slowly her strength returned. After two days her legs firmed up, and she
could stand once more. The doctor was talking to Sirbel.
Sirbel signaled to a guard. The guard then took the cozy nest out of
Sirree's stall. Sirree then knew that she would be going back to the arena
that day.
* * *
Two months latter female 37 began her labor. Knowing what she went through,
Sirree was very frightened for female 37. Female 37's screams of agony and
despair, were just as torturous as Sirree's. She laid a total of nine eggs.
Sirree was beginning to find the arena sessions boring. Nothing even came
close to the pain she experienced when she laid her eggs.
One day during her arena session, a particularly cruel male was trying to
get her to talk. Sirree was having none of it. She had a bored and
disgusted look on her face. She turned to look at her tormenter, who was
unsuccessfully trying to get her to say "NO".
Then a devilish little grin on her face began to show. Instead of saying
"NO", she said "Dildo", as if she were asking for it. She knew she could
take a ten stroke punishment. She knew it would still hurt but she now knew
what real pain was.
The audience gasped, the cruel male, and the other nine females, looked at
her with a look of shock mixed with confusion. Why would she actually ask
for it?
Sirbel had a huge smile on his face. He had seen this before, and he knew
exactly what she was doing. He said, "Female 35 is assigned a ten stroke
penalty".
The arena session continued. Two other males mounted Sirree, and used the
dildo on her. Sirree looked completely bored.
The guard then brought out the pain giver dildo, and began to lube Sirree's
cloaca. He then worked the tip at her cloaca, then pushed hard. Sirree,
screamed, but still had a smile on her face, almost as if she were enjoying
it. All, through the ten strokes, even though Sirree eventually lost her
strength, and her breaths came fast and hard, the smile never left her
face.
The other nine females looked on in wonder as Sirree seemed to be enjoying
the whole process.
After the ten strokes were over, the females were led back to the stalls.
Sirbel entered Sirree's stall he had a smirk on his face. He said, "I know
what you were doing. You figured that now that you've endured egg laying,
the pain giver dildo is a piece of cake. You figured you'ld spoil that
cruel males fun, and impress some of the other females".
Sirree had a self satisfied smirk on her face and shook her head up and
down for yes.
Sirbel continued, "You also figured that if you could withstand it, it
might help you to ovulation quicker".
Sirree, shook her head up and down for yes.
Sirbel continued, "But, it still hurt".
Sirree, shook her head up and down for yes.
Sirbel continued, "I can't stop you from doing that, and as a matter of
fact I encourage it. However, I do want to give you a word of caution.
Volunteer for stroking, only when you know you have plenty of energy to
endure it. You're stall hasn't seen this yet, but there are males out there
who's penises are freakishly big. And, sometimes they do win the lottery. I
don't know if you remember that farmer who won marking rights, and chose
you above all the others. His penis pails in comparison to some who have
come through here. The pain giver dildo is as big as the largest male to
ever come through here, long ago. And we added the ribs for extra effect.
Currently, there is talk of a male, out there, who comes close to this
size. His name is Oorsud. And, I have personal information, that he is
trying to win the lottery. My point is, be careful and don't use up all
your energy. You might need it some day".
Sirbel's words erased a self satisfied smirk from Sirree's face. She shook
her head up and down to indicate that she understood.
* * *
Months continued to pass. Four had come and gone and three more females had
doubled over, in their first ovulation.
One, had ovulated after a particularly clever male got her to say "Please,
no". And, she received 20 strokes for her trouble.
None of the females, even noticed the smell of dracian fecal matter, on the
floor, any more, and thought nothing of letting it go in their stalls.
The days went to schedule, breakfast, public viewing, lunch then the arena
session.
Every once in a while Sirree got really bored and full of energy and said
"Dildo" in front of the crowd. She always waited for an arena session,
because she delighted in the gasps of disbelief she got from the crowd, and
the amazement she caused in the other females.
Sirree knew that ten strokes were still quite painful and exhausting, but
she knew she could take it. Never the less, she still was never able to
hold in a scream from the first stroke.
One day she felt especially energetic, and mischievous. She decided to try
for twenty strokes, so during the arena session, she said "Two dildos".
The audience gasped, and Sirbel said "Female 35 is assigned 20 strokes".
Sirbel's expression was not pleased. He thought that Sirree might be trying
to rush things to much.
Never the less, the guard gave Sirree 20 strokes that day. At around the
14th stroke Sirree felt herself loosing consciousness, as her body writhed
at the large hard rubber tool impaling her. But she forced herself to
remain conscious. She was going to show the crowd, guards, the other
females, and Sirbel that she could take it.
Finally, the guard pulled the dildo out of her, and announced, "STROKE
TWENTY".
Sirree, collapsed over the bench. But she had a huge smile on her face. She
had survived twenty strokes and did not pass out.
After that days session, in the stalls, Sirbel said to Sirree, "Female 35,
be careful, you might be going a little fast".
Sirree was extremely exhausted.
The next days session was uneventful.
When they got back to the stalls, Sirbel stood in front the stalls, and
began to speak. "May I have your attention. I have some bad news. A male
named Oorsud has won a lottery spot. His penis measures three inches thick.
In case you don't know, that's the same size as the shaft of the pain giver
dildo. Now its true there are no ribs on his penis, but he will be able to
use it for as long as he can last, possibly for the hole 15 minutes. Ten
strokes from the pain giver dildo lasts about five minutes. But, that's not
the worst news. He has won a marking spot. Prepare yourselves. One of you
is in for some great pain for a very long time".
Sirree, began to feel a little worry. Just a day ago, she was stroked 20
times. Could she endure such a male? A small lump in her throat developed.
That night not one female got very much sleep. They were all wondering,
what it would be like to be mounted by such a male.
The next day breakfast, viewing, and lunch, came as normal. Then the
females were lead to the arena and tied down to the grating for the marking
ceremony. One male came in and stood over female 37. Apparently he found
that she had already laid eggs, erotic. To female 37's relief his penis was
normal size. He let his feces drop to her cloaca. The next male, came on
stage and stood over female 37. Much to female 37's relief, he also had a
normal size penis. But, now she was a bit frightened. Would Oorsud also
pick her? The male let his feces drop.
Then Oorsud stepped on stage.
To Sirree's great horror, he immediately headed for her and stood over her.
Sirree's eyes bulged in horror, when she saw what was hanging down under
the dracian. The member was immense. Sirree, tried to swallow a lump in her
throat, as she yanked on her chains.
Oorsud let his feces drop onto Sirree's cloaca.
Colonics were administered, and the general mating commenced.
Normally, Sirree would have been bored, but she couldn't help thinking what
was going to happen when Oorsud finally got to her.
The queued up males slowly worked their way to Sirree. Each male finished
off their 15 minutes with the standard dildo.
Then Oorsud stepped up on stage. he picked up the bench and moved it around
to the front.
Sirree, expression of concern increased. She thought, he wants me to suck
on his large member first?
But what Oorsud did next surprised Sirree. He bent down until his snout was
at the same level as hers. He began to nuzzle her. And, then he began to
talk softly to Sirree. "Female 35, I chose you for a reason. I know I'm a
bit of a freak. I know I'm probably going to cause you pain. But I'll try
to be as gentle as I can. I chose you because I know you were the first to
lay eggs, in your stall. I know that, since you laid eggs, you should be
able to endure my large penis better than the other females. Also, you're
more likely to ovulate sooner. Maybe, my large size can help you to your
next ovulation, so you can go home sooner. I'm going to choose you all week
to try and help you to ovulation. I haven't been able to get an erection.
Could you please help me"?
Sirree was still very scared, but Oorsud's soft and gentle demeanor, calmed
Sirree a little. She invitingly opened her mouth.
Oorsud moved the stool into place, and began to insert his penis into her
mouth. She barely could stretch her mouth wide enough.
Oorsud began to slowly hump, as Sirree did her best to lick at its tip,
which was about all that she could get into her mouth. The large member
slowly stiffened.
Oorsud took the tip out of Sirree's mouth, then moved the stool around to
Sirree's cloaca. A wave of panic overcame Sirree and she began to yank at
her chains.
Oorsud stepped up on the stool and began to work the tip of his penis at
Sirree's cloaca. When Sirree felt this, she gasped and her eyes flew wide
open.
Oorsud then pushed hard. Sirree felt his penis force open her cloaca, and
she screamed in pain. But, then Sirree felt Oorsuds foreclaws gently
caressing the sides of her thighs, and her scream lessened into violent and
hard breaths. Oorsud slowly began to pull his penis back, dragging Sirree's
cloacal walls with it. He then started to push back in. Sirree's eyes were
wide open, and her pupils were dilated. Tears were streaming from her face.
Oorsud settled into a slow and methodical rhythm.
It had been a long time since Sirree felt the horrible pushing feeling that
she felt that first day. Even the pain giver dildo didn't cause this
specific feeling, but the large amount of real flesh impaling her, brought
the feeling back, and increased it ten fold.
Her body began to writhe in an effort to endure the pain. Then it began to
jerk violently. She gritted her teeth, crossed her eyes and threw her head
back as she felt her body push back hard against his penis.
Oorsud kept up his slow rhythm, impaling Sirree over and over. Sirree's
body continued to writhe. The tremendous pain of the pain giver dildo's
massive ribs, was not there, but an awful dull throbbing pain continued to
engulf her cloaca. Sirree began to cry.
Oorsud didn't stop. He seemed to have a duration in proportion to the size
of his member.
Sirree's breaths, once again built up as she felt her body, once again bear
down on the huge member.
Oorsud just kept on going. Sirree kept on thinking to herself, "Please
finish. Please finish. I can't take it any more". But, Oorsud did not stop.
Sirree began to think this was more horrible than the pain giver dildo ever
was. Once again she felt her muscles build up and her breaths increased.
Her body, once again bore down hard against his penis. And, Oorsud just
kept on going.
Eventually, Sirree couldn't even lift her head. She kept on thinking to
herself, "Please let him finish. How much longer can he last"?
Finally, Sirree felt Oorsud's body spasm. He stopped humping her.
Sirree felt Oorsuds penis throb and then expand. She then felt copious
amounts of Oorsuds seed flowing into her.
Oorsud pulled out his penis, and Sirree collapsed over the bench.
Oorsud began to pick up the dildo, but Sirbel spoke up and said that "male
ten's turn is over".
Tears were still streaming from Sirree's eyes.
The females were then led back to the stalls. Sirree could hardly stand.
Dinner was served, and the females, settled in for the night.
The next morning, Sirree's cloaca was still very sore. She had no healing
gelatin to protect her from Oorsud's attention. And, she once again, looked
very sad.
Breakfast was served, and viewing commenced. Sirree had to defecate.
It hurt a bit to pass her feces because her cloaca was still sore.
Hours passed as the crowd outside looked at the females, forced to be
animals.
Once lunch had come around, Sirree's cloaca had finally calmed down a bit.
But now it was only two hours until she would have to go back to the arena,
and eventually, be impaled by the massive penis once more.
Sirree was as scared as ever. She kept on thinking, "How can she endure his
attentions again".
The hours passed slowly. 2:00pm eventually came and the females were led to
the arena for that days session, and were tied down to the grating for the
days marking ceremony. The first two males came out and made their choices.
Then it was Oorsuds turn. Once again, he stood over Sirree, and let his
feces drop onto her cloaca.
Colonics were given, then general mating began.
There was little the first nine males could do to stimulate Sirree's
cloaca. But they all emptied their seed into her anyway. Sirree remained
worried about what was to come, right through their attentions.
And then it was Oorsud's turn. Sirree looked back with a look of extreme
fear on her face, as tears rolled down her face. Oorsud's erection was
already rock hard.
He climbed up on the stool and began to work his penis against her cloaca.
Sirree, gasped and thought, "Not again".
Oorsud then thrust hard, forcing a scream of pain from Sirree. He slowly
withdrew, then began to thrust back in. He settled into a slow and
methodical, rhythm. Sirree's scream had become violent and fast breaths.
She felt his massive penis dragging her cloacal muscles with it, and the
horrible need to push returned. Sirree felt her abdominal muscles slowly
building up. Then she felt them release and bear down on his penis. When
she felt it, she let out a straining grunt through her nose. When the
bearing down was over, she began to sob.
Oorsud's stamina was as great as ever and he just kept humping Sirree, very
slowly.
Sirree's body writhed in pain. She, once again, wished that he would spill
his seed into her, only so that his penis wouldn't be inside her, and she
could endure the regular size dildo.
But Oorsud just kept humping her. Sirree's breaths remained hard, only
occasionally interrupted by a sob or two.
Sirree could not believe how long Oorsud could last. The minutes seemed to
last an eternity, an eternity of intense torture and forced mating.
Once again Sirree's body bore down hard against his penis, but Oorsud
didn't skip a beat.
Sirree felt her body bear down twice more before she finally felt Oorsud's
body seize, then begin to jerk. She felt his penis throb within her cloaca.
Then she felt it expand and give forth his seed, into her. He then
collapsed over her back as his erection rapidly disappeared. Sirree felt
him gently caressing her sides with the palms of his claws, and nuzzle her
back with the underside of his snout.
Oorsud finally recovered, then reached for the regular dildo.
Sirree felt Oorsud impale her with the dildo, but she didn't care. She
finally could get some rest from his immense penis.
Then Sirbel announced "The ten males time is up".
The arena session was finally, over. Sirree could hardly stand. Her cloaca
was very sore. All the way back to the stall, she cried, bitterly.
The next day went much the same; breakfast, viewing, lunch, then the arena
session started.
Sure to his word Oorsud chose Sirree, once again, by defecating on her
cloaca.
Colonics were given. Nine males, mounted Sirree, dumped their seed into her
and finished off there time with the dildo.
Oorsud, once again, mounted Sirree, and Sirree screamed out in pain once
again. Once again Oorsud nearly finished his time, by slowly impaling
Sirree over and over with his penis.
Sirree did not know now much more of this she could take. Once again she
could barely stand after the arena session was complete. And once again,
she cried bitterly.
The next morning breakfast was served right on schedule, then the viewing
began. Barely a few minutes passed when Sirree, felt her abdomen tighten.
She doubled over, and fell into the hay.
A visit to the doctor confirmed that she had ovulated again.
Sirree was taken back to her stall. Viewing continued. Lunch came and went.
Then the arena session approached. Sirree was more frightened than ever.
Not only would Oorsud choose her once again but now their would be very
little chance she wouldn't be pregnant before the day was out.
True to his word Oorsud once again, let his feces drop to her cloaca.
Colonics were given.
Then general mating began. As Sirree felt each male spill his seed into her
cloaca, she felt her doom of pregnancy steadily approach.
Nine males, mounted Sirree, spilled their seed into her, then used the
dildo on her.
Once again, Oorsud stepped up on stage. His erection was rock hard. He had
heard about her condition, which increased his excitement all the more.
Once again, he impaled Sirree and once again she screamed in agony.
Once again, he used his full 15 minutes before he finally spilled his seed
into her.
Now Sirree wasn't just crying from the pain and her sore cloaca. Now she
new her second clutch would be on the way, and she was frightened.
The rest of that week, 27 more males would mate with Sirree, and Oorsud
would fill her with his seed three more times.
Sirree could finally relax now that Oorsud had used up his week.
But, now her emotions ran wildly in a different direction. On the one had,
the end of her long torture was finally in sight. On the other hand, the
worst torture of all lay at the very end.
* * *
Months flowed by.
Sirree, once again, had a cozy nest to lie in.
The three females who became pregnant slowly came to term.
When the first one began to lay, her screams of terrifying agony, brought
back memories to Sirree. Knowing she would go through this once again, she
threw her arms over her eyes and began to sob.
As the months went by, the schedule of breakfast, viewing, lunch, arena
session, then dinner, flowed on day after day.
During meals the guards would clean the stalls of the females droppings,
and give them baths.
And Sirree's stomach steadily grew.
The second female came to term and began to lay. Once again, the tremendous
agony, emanating from the stall, reminded Sirree about what was to come.
Shortly after, the third female began to lay her eggs.
During arena sessions, Sirree never even noticed the males marking her,
mating with her, and using the dildo on her. Her thoughts were preoccupied
with her pregnancy.
The days passed slowly. With each passing day Sirree's stomach got larger.
And, as it increased, so did her sense of her impending doom, of the
terrifying torture that she would be going through.
Three months passed. Then four. Then five.
Sirree's stomach had become immense. It was even larger than her last
clutch. And, now there was only a matter of weeks left.
One day Sirbel came by her stall and did his best to cheer Sirree up. He
said, "I know you're worried. Look at it this way. You'll soon be home with
Ril".
Twelve days later, the doctor said, "Well, I think yesterday was your very
LAST arena session. You'll soon be laying and once you've done, then
rested, you can go home.
As the days passed, Sirree listened to the moans of forced mating. She was
the first to reach her second clutch and, for some reason she was going to
miss her fellow females.
Five days came and went. Then ten. Then fifteen.
On the sixteenth day, Sirree woke, then finished breakfast.
Almost, as she finished the last bite, she felt her abdominal muscles
contract. Her eyes flew wide open in fear. She immediately spread her legs
wide over the nest, and held her tail up high. A few minutes passed, then
she felt her abdomen build up, then bear down. A rush of thick liquid pored
out of her cloaca, dampening the nest, and her lower abdomen, between her
legs. Her expression was of great fear, as a tear rolled down her face. She
felt her abdomen build up again. Her body then pushed down hard. She let
out a grunt through her nose as the hard push came. She felt the first egg
move just a little. Her breaths came hard and fast. A minute later, she
felt her abdomen build up again then release in a strong push. She gritted
her teeth and grunted through it. The egg began to expand her tube and a
wave of pain hit her. Sirree, then let out a terrifying scream of agony,
which degenerated into sobs and cries for help. "NOOOOOOOOO. SOMEONE HELP
ME! IT HUUUUUURTS BAD! IT HUUU... IT HUUUU...." Another build up of her
abdomen came. Her body, again, pushed down hard. The egg inside her
brutally expanded her tube to its full width which sent horrifying waves of
pain through her body. Her eyes flew wide open, and so did her mouth. Her
head vibrated violently in evidence of the pain she was going through.
Slowly her eyes closed, as her hard breaths returned. But the egg had not
even started expanding her cloaca yet. She felt her body build up yet
again. It released into yet another hard push. A small white circle began
to appear at her cloaca. Once again, horrible waves of pain shot through
her. Her eyes and mouth snapped wide open and rivers of tears flowed over
her face. The incredible pain caused her head to vibrate violently. Once
again her eyes slowly closed. Again, her abdomen built up, and released in
a strong push. The egg slowly and brutally increased the size of her
cloaca. And the terrifying pain increased in proportion. Once again, her
eyes and mouth flew wide open, and her head vibrated violently. Tears
continued to flow from her eyes, and saliva rolled off the end of her
tongue. The pain did not let up. Every time the egg moved, it added to the
terrifying pain. Sirree's eyes once again began to shut as her abdominal
muscles built up once again. Again, her body push down hard against the
immense white oval. The egg expanded her cloaca to its full width sending
even greater waves of pain through her body. Once again her eyes and mouth
popped wide open, and her head shook violently. The egg finally exited her
body with a horrible slurp, and left a trail of sticky liquid hanging from
her cloaca. Sirree's arms and legs went limp over the nest, and tears still
seeped from her eyes. Her breathing was deep and hard.
Slowly she started to catch her breath. But her stomach still housed many
eggs.
A few minutes passed, then Sirree felt her body begin to bear down once
again. Her eyes showed her worry and fear, as tears streamed from them.
Sirree felt her abdominal muscles build up once more, and then release in a
hard push. The second egg began to move, giving Sirree a small wave of
pain. Her hard and rapid breathing returned. Then another abdominal build
up came, and released into a hard push, and she grunted through her nose.
The second egg expanded her tube and approached her cloaca, sending a
terrifying wave of pain through her body. Sirree, once again, screamed out
in agony, and began to plead for help. "NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I CAA.. I CAN'T
STAN... IT HUUUUURTS! SOMEONE HELP ME. NNNG....."!
But no one could. Sirree was doomed to this agony.
Her abdominal muscles built up once more, then bore down hard. And, Sirree
grunted through her nose and clenched her teeth. The massive white ovoid
began to kiss her cloaca and expand it. The incredible pain prevented her
from uttering a sound. Her eyes and mouth flew open wide once more, and her
head shook violently. Her breathing was hard and deep. Her eyes, once
again, slowly closed. Her abdomen built up once again, and her breaths
increased. Once again, her abdomen pushed down hard, causing her to clench
her teeth and grunt through her nose. The egg pushed her cloaca open,
wider, sending yet another terrifying wave of pain through her. The pain,
once again, forced her eyes and mouth, wide open. Sirree was in frightening
agony. Yet another abdominal build up, then a hard push, moved the egg to
its apex, sending even more terrifying waves of pain through her body. The
egg finally exited her body with a slurp, and another trail of sticky
liquid hung from her cloaca.
Once again Sirree collapsed over the nest, and did her best to catch her
breath. Tears were still streaming from her face.
Before her hard breaths completely died down, her body began to push once
more. And another egg began to move. Another push, and the egg entered and
expanded her tubes, and she screamed in terrifying agony once again. And
once again, she cried out in her torment, "NOOOOOOOO! NOT AGAIN! I CA.. I
CAN'T STAND THE PA... IT HUUUUURTS"! Her body, involuntarily pushed over
and over, struggling mightily to evict the large white ovals within her.
And, every time an egg moved, terrifying waves of pain would shoot through
her body.
Sirree felt, utterly helpless. She felt completely doomed to frightening
torment.
Another strong push and the third egg began to expand her cloaca.
Her body bore down on the egg, over and over, and each time it slipped a
little further, and each time waves of pain would increase her torment.
Finally the egg exited her body, making a horrible slurp as it left. And it
left a string of thick liquid back to her cloaca.
Once again she collapsed over the nest.
Her rest did not last long as her body began to evict the forth egg. And,
her torment continued.
Her body went through more pushing, terrifying screams of agony and labor.
Her body struggled just as mightily to evict the forth egg.
And, then her fifth egg began to move.
Sirree's body went through more hard pushing, and more terrifying screams
of agony.
Her labor was pure agony, as push after push created horrible waves of
pain.
Her fifth egg finally dropped.
And then her body began to evict a sixth egg.
Another scream of agony erupted from Sirree, and tears flowed like rivers
from her face.
The sixth egg dropped, and then her body started laboring on a seventh egg,
and, then an eighth egg, and then a ninth.
The ninth egg dropped, soaked in Sirree's juices. Sirree collapsed over the
nest for the final time.
She hadn't noticed but Sirbel had been watching the entire time.
He and another guard entered her stall, carrying some towels and gelatin.
The guard began to soothe her cloaca, as Sirbel dried the tears off her
face. He began to talk to her in a very tender and consoling voice.
"Sirree, it's over. A couple of days of rest and you will be back with your
husband, Ril".
Sirree mustered a little energy and looked up at Sirbel. In a weak, a
scratchy voice she said, "You called me Sirree"?
Sirbel answered in his kind voice, "Yes. You are not an animal any more.
You are a female dracian once again. You should be very proud. You have
help our race to live on".
Exhausted, Sirree fell asleep, even though it was only 2:00pm and the other
nine females were just being led to the arena.
* * *
Two days latter, Sirree found herself standing on her own. She had picked
out an egg from the clutch of nine, and it was in a small basket beside
her. Sirbel had brought the clothes that she had brought with her, and
checked in over 2 years ago. They were clean and pressed. She began to get
dressed.
Sirbel then held the entrance way door open for her. He had an immense
smile on his face, with a very glad expression. He didn't say a word.
Sirree picked up the basket and began to walk out. When she passed Sirbel,
he pulled out a package from behind his back. It was very long and wrapped
up in pastel paper and a bow. Sirbel said, "This is a gift from us to you
and your husband".
Sirree said, "Thank you". And, with that, she walked out the door.
There was no more wrist shackles, or muzzle and lanyard. She was free. She
walked down the side walk, outside the windows. She had always wondered
what the crowd outside saw. And, now she could see the females, inside who
were still being treated as animals.
She turned the corner, and Ril was standing there, waiting for her. By his
side was a cart with a baby dracian inside.
She ran to him, being careful not to swing the basket she was carrying.
She set the basket down and embraced Ril passionately. They held each other
for a long time.
Sirree then turned down to the little baby dracian in the cart.
It was a girl. Her teeth were snow white, and sharp as pins. She had a
perfectly formed, and beautiful snout, And bright green slited pupils.
Ril said, "When I first got her egg, I immediately hired an egg nurse. I
still have her on retainer, so she can take care of this young one as well.
I want to warn you. She's very caring but she's an old hag and not very
pretty at all. I've named our baby, Sueril after the first egg layer". He
had a little smile on his face. As he looked into Sirree's eyes, a wave of
desire swept over then. Once again, they fell into each others arms, and
their snouts nuzzled each other passionately.
Ril and Sirree made their way home.
Ril introduced Sirree to the egg nurse. Sirree, thought to herself, "Boy he
wasn't lying".
The egg nurse said in a kind voice, "Here, let me take that. You two need
to be together". She took the basket with the egg, and the baby's cart.
Ril and Sirree made their way to the bed room.
They couldn't close the curtains, and get out of their clothes fast enough.
Sirree laid down on the bed and Ril moved over her. He nuzzled her neck and
caressed her body. Sirree nuzzled back at his shoulder. Sirree felt Ril's
penis drop and stiffen, and nudge at her cloaca. She pushed back and the
two, once more were joined. Ril slowly humped Sirree, and Sirree held him
tight. Ril eased into a steady rhythm. Sirree thought the feeling of her
loved one, inside her was wonderful. Yet it was a bit dull. Ril humped
Sirree over and over. His breaths became moans. His body seized up and he
spilled his seed into Sirree. Sirree was so used to being mated that she
wanted more. Her face registered a little disappointment.
Ril said, "Oh no, I was afraid of this. I wont be able to please you any
more".
Sirree said, "I know. I wish you could. I love you, so much".
Ril caressed Sirree's head with the palm of his claw.
All of a sudden, Sirree's eyes flew open, and she said, "No, it can't be.
Ril, get that present that the arena staff gave to you and me".
Ril got it off the night stand, went back to the bed, and the pair began to
rip it open. Inside were two dildos mounted on handles. One was regular
size and one was pain giver size. There were several tubes of healing
gelatin, and instruction on where to get more. There were also instruction
on how to use the pain giver dildo without causing permanent damage.
There was, also a note. "This is from us to you. We know that, after what
you've been through, your husband might have a little trouble, pleasing
you. Use these in love for one another".
After reading the note, they both developed huge smiles.
Ril said, "OK, which one would you like"?
Sirree said, "I'm still a bit tired. Better make it the small one. After
all, you might be able to get another erection, later".
Ril said, "How long do you want me to use this"?
Sirree wriggled and relaxed a little and said "As long as you wish".
As Ril was using the dildo on Sirree, he ask, "Are you sure that with this
equipment, we can't conceive"?
Sirree said, "No. More than just long mating and stimulation is needed. The
state of mind is also a big part of it. Females must be made to feel as
though they have lost all civility, and are nothing more than an animal.
Sometimes that's not even enough. Sometimes they have to go through great
sorrow".
The next day, Sirree went back to her teaching job. And the egg nurse took
care of the egg and young Sueril.
Several days passed, then the egg nurse began to hear tapping inside the
egg. She yelled to Sirree, who was just stepping in the door, from work.
A small crack started to show on the egg. And then a tinny egg tooth
appeared. Slowly, the tiny life, inside emerged. It was a boy.
Then Ril stepped in the front door, saw the egg nurse and Sirree's
attentions focused on the nest and joined them.
His heart leaped when he saw the new arrival. Her turned to Sirree, and
hugged her tightly, and said, "I love you so much".
Ril turned to the egg nurse and said, "We'ld love you to stay. You've done
such a good job so far".
The days wore on. Sirree and Ril never missed a night, without making love
to one another. Ril always made sure Sirree was pleased, by using the
dildos on her. Sometimes, as he watched himself work her cloaca, he would
regain his erection, and mate her, in love, a second time.
The egg nurse, who was now taking care of little Sueril and baby Oorsud,
could always tell when Ril was using the pain giver dildo on Sirree,
because, many delighted, screams and moans, emanated from their bedroom.
Days became months. Sirree always helped out the egg nurse, with the
children, when ever she could, even though the nurse always said, "No
that's not necessary madam".
Months extended into seasons.
Sirree was beginning to find her teaching job, unfulfilling, once again.
And Ril began to sense her displeasure.
Seasons extended into a year.
One day, when Ril came home, Sirree was there to meet him at the door. They
embraced. Their snouts met, and they nuzzled each other. They were so close
that Sirree's left eye was looking directly at Ril's left eye.
Minutes passed, then Ril said, "You want to go back".
Sirree said, "I want to go back".
Sirree saw Ril's expression turn to sorrow. A tear emerged from his eye and
rolled down his cheek, and spread over the side of her snout.
Sirree closed her eyes, tilted her head a bit, and nestled her snout into
Ril's neck and shoulder.
And, she whispered, "Mmmmm. Maybe next year".
THE END.