The princess' Fall
 
 
Xera was beyond livid, as the scowl across her snout showed. The drake had never imagined such a degree of indignation could fill her mind before now. Stripped of her armor, in nothing more than her undergarments, forced to her knees with her arms bound tightly behind her back… Her proud bosom heaved in and out with her angry breaths, barely covered, and her green and gold tail had been lifted and bound up to her wrists, leaving her thick, vulnerable rear easily visible. Never having been born would have been a preferable fate to this unbearable indignation. The princess' little rebellion was, up until a mere two weeks ago, a crushing success. Every day had brought her closer to being revealed as the true heir. Unfortunately the queen, her aunt, had been more desperate to win than previously thought. A partnership with their imperialist neighbor across the ocean allowed the loyalists to regroup while the rebels dealt with an invasion along the beaches. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, the rebellion was crushed and here, their leader had been captured. Reduced to a spoil of war.
 
 
"Only with your assistance has Altmarnia been made whole." The queen's flowery tone made Xera want to vomit. "And so it's only reasonable that you be gifted a jewel from the war chest."
 
 
Despite her best effort to remain upright, One of the queen's soldiers stepped onto Xera's back to force her into a bow.
 
 
Grand Admiral Modie gave a crooked, unmistakably malevolent smile. The schnellian's tough shell looked somewhat like a combat pack on his back, that might have contrasted heavily with his much more decorative uniform had he not meticulously kept it groomed. At any other time his neon azure flesh and chiseled features might have looked exoticly handsome to Xera if she wasn't aware she was being sold to him like some common animal. "Of course your highness." Those last two words had something of an air of insincerity to them. The respect simply wasn't there. "I'm certain my wife could find some entertainment with this one…" With that he reached down to forcefully pull the lizard up by the arm to her feet. "Come now. There's no need for that bitterness. You simply played a game you weren't fit to win. All's fair after all." he taunted her.
 
 
Xera groaned furiously, but otherwise remained silent. The worst of all this was that she'd be forced to endure several hours of ceremony at this smug bastard's side…
 
 
—
 
 
After what seemed like a brief eternity, the servants finally began to come out, cleaning the floor, unsetting the tables… Xera recognized several of the poor, chained things as women who had served under her. She felt ill. What must they think of her? If they'd never sided with her they would still be free drakes.
 
 
There was no time to think on this further however, as her own chain was tugged harshly out of the banquet hall, through the palace foyer, and into the noon sun of the port town. Even from this distance she could make out the spartan design of Modie's flagship The Impassable. It would be her home for the week's voyage back to Mollu, the fiend's homeland.
 
 
If nothing else she was eager to be out of the public eye, and quickly walked up to the carriage as it rolled up. Just a few more seconds and there would at least be a wooden wall and shaded window to hide her shame behind. Or so she thought.
 
 
"What do you think you're doing?" Modie's voice hit her like a cannonball to the back.
 
 
"I'm sorry. Did you wish to leave me here in my homeland?" replied the bitter, sardonic drake.
 
 
"Don't be a fool, wench. I'll not have an animal sully the inside of my carriage." He folded his arms commandingly."Tie her to the top. And remove those pointless fabrics."
 
 
Before Xera could so much as process what her captor said, several pairs of schnellian hands were already over her, tearing what little coverage she had been afforded off. Her shrieks did nothing to slow their work as they unbound her wrists, only to retie them to the corners of the carriages hood. Two of the fiends held her legs down, waiting their turn to work them in the same manner afterwards.
 
 
"Wh-what do you think you're doing?!" Xera's voice cracked, and she continued almost instinctively. "I am a princess of Altmarnia! Not some hunting trophy for you to…"
 
 
"If I want some spoiled pig's opinion I'll ask for it!" In an instant, Modie's veneer of propriety was gone. He walked up to the front of the carriage with an intimidating air of authority. "You might have been born into some position but you certainly did not earn it. You were cocky, ignorant, and militarily incompetent to have not made concessions for being flanked. You are not a princess. You're barely even a woman. You. Are. My. Property. Is that understood?" With that he reached a hand out for one of his servants to return Xera's lower underwear.
 
 
Before she could even answer his question, he balled the fabric up and crammed it deeply into her mouth, tying two strands behind her head to keep it there.
 
 
Xera's eyes were wide with shock, but all she could do was squirm helplessly and groan angrily while the admiral and his men filed in. Soon enough the carriage was off, and the former royalty was in for a new bout of humiliation through the streets of town.
 
 
The eyes of friends and foes alike took in the sight of the former princess bouncing atop a carriage like nothing more than a hunting trophy. In truth, that's exactly what she was. A spoil to be flaunted. The uncomfortable feeling of her soft bits flopping about… shifting rapidly between loose and compressed… was nothing compared to the social pain she was now subjected to. The judgment. The primal lust for her once pristine, untouched body. It was almost enough to make even the haughty warrior princess cry. For the moment she chose to remain as strong as she could but… the true cost of her defeat was becoming more apparent than it had at any moment before, and something told her it would only get worse.
 
 
—
 
 
The Impassable's shadow came to loom over the transport after a long agonizing drive in the public eye, just as a mixed feeling of relief and dread came to likewise loom over Xera's mind.
 
 
"Get the animal untied and led to my quarters. I want to start working on breaking this heifer in presently." Modie commanded, not even bothering to look back at his catch as he boarded the vessel.
 
 
The very moment her first wrist was unbound, Xera gave her all to struggle and pull away once more. She'd been beaten, publicly humiliated, and displayed as a failure, but maybe… Just maybe, if she could escape she could somehow turn this around. Paint herself as the bold, crafty rogue who kept strong…
 
 
Unfortunately the four… caretakers, who immediately leashed her neck and rebound her arms had other ideas. With a strong kick to the ass the former princess was sent one lon her way. Tumbling onto the loading bridge, under the oppressive archway of the entrance, and into the scorchingly hot and humid interior of the ship. She glanced around anxiously. There wasn't an ounce of consideration given to aesthetics or even ergonomics. Raw industrial function was the design here. Massive reinforced pipes encroaching on both ends, leaving barely enough room for shoulder to shoulder traffic. Interrogative harsh yellow lights passed overhead every few meters. Even the floor had been made of gridded interlocked metal rather than a solid surface in the interest of saving material no doubt. Once again Xera's mind started to slip into a nervous hopelessness. If soldiers and workers were treated this expendably… how would this monster treat her, whom he'd already been sure to say was nothing more than an animal to him?
 
 
Uncharacteristically, she spent the rest of the trek to Modie's quarters without so much of a peep. Even gagged as she was, if she wanted to she could have growled or grunted at her captors. Now however, all she could manage was stewing in her own fear. So horrid was the issue of The Impassable that immediately as a more… decorated entryway came into view, she froze. The soldiers with her leash had to pull sharply to get the drake moving again as she knew… this had to have been the admiral's quarters. Whatever ghastly future waited for her was on the other side of that door.
 
 
It took another harsh shove to get her through again. This time she had been certain one of them gripped her bare backside for a moment as they did, in another humiliation. Even these grunts… these nameless soldiers… could steal a bit of use from her body. Awkwardly, and unwillingly, she landed on her knees in the other side, in a much more regally furnished area. A large wooden bed sat flanked by an antique wardrobe and adorned armory. Through another doorway to the left, she could hear the man washing up.
 
 
In a flurry of forceful hands and bitter grunts, the soldiers shoved the captive onto the bed. Two held her down like a pig to be hogtied, while the other two quickly stretched several lengths of cable from the bed's corners. Like a machine, one tethered her neck to the head, two pulled her knees forward near her breasts, while two others kept her ankles back. All the while her arms had been kept tightly behind her back… Finally, two cables attached to her tail, one at the base, and another near the tip, pulling the poor ex-revolutionary's ass high into the air, helpless and vulnerable.
 
 
Xera could only whimper and sob as they worked on her. She knew exactly what was coming. The reality of what was happening to her, still only hurt a fraction of what the shot to her pride had… How far she had fallen. For some the two might have been the she thing, but for her, they were two equally terrifying, but distinct indignities…
 
 
And just like that… the soldiers were gone in an instant. Their job done, they left the poor girl bound like a ship's sail. Xera could only shiver when she heard the sound of water draining nearby…
 
 
Her mind swam back and forth as footsteps moved towards the bathroom door. Should she struggle? Or should she not give him the satisfaction? It only took the sound of the door opening to have her emotions make the decision for her. Modie was greeted to the sight of a verdant ass shaking side to side as though an earthquake were moving it. Her escape attempts of course only served to further raise her captor's libido, and he gave a broad smile as he walked up to her.
 
 
With a loud and frankly painful smack, Modie's hand met Xera's ass, eliciting a squeal from the girl. "Oh be still. Stupid animal." His voice seemed equal parts angered and aroused somehow, and for a moment, Xera heeded him.
 
 
"A failure such as yourself should simply accept her fate. You failed your nation, your movement and yourself. You should be grateful a new use has been found for you at all." With that, he forcibly pulled the fabric she'd been gagged with away.
 
 
"Agh! Y-you're a monster!"
 
 
"And? You speak as though that's bad for me." He leaned in close, whispering in her ear while one hand molested her womanhood. "I. Don't. Care. What you think of me. I am a monster because I'm strong. You are at most a sexual object now… because you were weak. I don't care if you can push this into your thick skull frankly, because your fate will be the same either way."
 
 
Without further warning, the schnellian plunged his hand deeply into the drakes helpless entrance. Xera could only scream and throw her head back, in more agony, humiliation, and pain than she had ever felt in her life.
 
 
And this was only the beginning. Modie took no hesitation in exploring every inch of Xera's body, like a jockey inspecting his latest horse. His hand quickly pulled out and traveled from her round ass, taking a moment to harshly pinch the base of her tail, then over the small of her back and across her shoulders, finally sliding down her side to viciously grope her breast.
 
 
"Pah… Just as I suspected. You don't have the body of a warrior queen. Your ambitions make me laugh. No… These are the udders of a stock animal." With that he gave her tangerine nipples a harsh squeeze, pulling a desperate cry from the girl.
 
 
"Y-you won't break me, bastard!" Xera insisted, unconvincingly, between sharp sobs.
 
 
"Please. Spare me the theatrics. It's nothing I haven't heard a thousand times, and yours has to be the most droll variant yet. Tell me princess…" That last word 'princess' was dripping with sarcasm and contempt. "Have you ever allowed a man to enter you before now?"
 
 
Xera gave no answer.
 
 
"Not that it matters. What follows will be the same either way…"
 
 
Moments later Xera felt something warm, and long press up against her backside, just as the sound of the ship's engine could be heard whirring to life.
 
 
"Don't you DARE you disgusting excuse for a… EEEEEK!"
 
 
Regardless of what her answer might have been before, it was true now… The admiral had penetrated her deep, deep inside… A man most certainly had taken her flower now. Her mind wanted to run. To find some secret place to escape to, but to her horror, it remained fixed firmly in place. Anchored to her nightmare.
 
 
"Please! Please just stop this!" she begged. "I'll do anything else!"
 
 
"You've the willpower of a lump of clay, fool. I've barely even begun and you're already pleading for your dignity? Pathetic. I'll have you shaped to my whims in days…"
 
 
Xera was shattered. Modie continued his calloused assault of her bound body as though it were nothing. In, out… Not a thought given to preparing her. Deeper than was safe, his rod struck into her. His weight pressed over her like the depression of her failure, and as the vessel's calls heralded, she was leaving her homeland, for the last time.
 
 
—
 
 
The rest of the journey went much the same. Modie kept Xera confined to a constrictive cage for the few moments he wasn't using her, or parading her in front of the crew like a dog at a pedigree show. No matter how much the drake wished to resist, she was horrified at how quickly such treatment became… routine, to her. Where would she run anyway if she were to somehow lose him? To the ocean? The hopelessness of it all was quick to sink into her, and yet still it all somehow crashed harder when the calls of seagulls told her land was nearby…
 
“Alright pet.” Modie had refused to use the girl’s name for almost the entirety of the trip now. “Get your fat ass out here so we can show you to my wife.” He gave Xera a cruel smile as he unlocked her cage. “I’m sure she already has such plans for you…”
 
Xera gave a minute scowl while the warlord spoke to her. It was all the resistance she could muster after countless hours of incessant rape and humiliation. With some difficulty she spun around in the tight confines of the iron bars to face him, her succulent breasts swaying and bouncing against her arms just over the straw he’d lined the tiny prison’s floor with.
 
The sound of a chain latching onto the leather collar she’d been equipped with was a bitter reminder that she was nothing more than an animal now, and despite her attempts to take every ounce of time she could, one tug was enough to yank the former princess out onto the smooth wooden floor. From the numerous other tours she’d been forced to take during the trip, Xera knew that cold steel was just outside the door. Cold, gridbarred steel that hurt her bare feet to walk on. Still, calluses both external and mental had formed in recent days, and at the very least, she could bare another walk of shame a touch more now. She hoped. Another harsh pull on her leash heralded her onto the dreaded catwalks of the ship, and it was only minutes later that countless crewmen, having been separated from their spouses since leaving Mollu all those months ago, were more than a touch… hungry, in so many words. Modie didn’t seem to care an ounce if one of them were to force their hands upon the drake unless they stalled his return home for more than a few seconds. It seemed that around every corner, there stood another sailor, hands at the ready to squeeze another droplet of nectar from Xera’s breasts. And several steps down, there was a colleague to lap it up. The poor girl could only whimper in their directions. Any attempt at retribution would have been reciprocated tenfold by her owner, so she was left to endure it all. Every... step… of the way…
 
Xera hadn’t realized exactly how long she’d been in the dim, unnatural light of The Impassible, but the harshness with which the local sun hit her eyes gave her a fair clue. After the minute or so it took her to adjust, she was greeted with a sight almost more imposing than Modie’s flagship had been. That of an impossibly tall onyx keep. Directly in front of the imperial manor that was her owner’s abode. Just beyond the walls that surrounded the private port, jungle height violet trees, whose leaves drooped sorrowfully down like a frozen purple waterfall into the legendary bogs below could be seen. Just ahead, at the tower’s black steel caged entrance, a rotund, yet still somehow feminine shaped human woman could be seen. Shockingly, the plump thing stood at her station entirely in the nude, without an ounce of shame showing on her face, revealing a pair of mammaries that could easily compete with those of the captive princess for size.. Her long hair color coordinated with the local flora, and she only looked at Xera with pure, pleasureful contempt.
 
“Welcome to Chateau Deepwatch, your highness…”
 
 
—
 
 
The ebony doors to the manor were decorated with ivory trim around the edges and darkly tinted windows. It was faded, but the slight image of a butterfly could also be seen in raised relief on the bottom half. Xera couldn't help but consider just how ironic this seemingly whimsical symbol was as compared to what Modie stood for in her mind… and indeed to much of the world, as she was shoved forward.
 
 
"Mira dear. This is the trophy I've been given from Altmarnia. Formerly one Princess Xera. I'm well aware just how much you'd wished to try drake… You made it veritably impossible for me not to be." With that, he handed the poor lizard's leash over to the woman. Mira… apparently his wife, judging from the multitude of paintings which cast a much more slender purple haired human standing beside him. "Now that you are acquainted with it, I think I shall retire to my study. I have plans to make."
 
 
Xera looked over to the rotund human woman, whose face was aglow. Not with friendliness or hopefulness, not that the drake had come to expect such… Rather it was an impish, cruel sort of energy that showed. No sooner had Xera furrowed her brow in concern, than Mira was already pulling the poor thing by the neck into the foyer, under the stair balcony that presumably led into the main wings of the mansion, and into yet another, more oppressive hallway.
 
 
This transition was more than a little cramped. It was downright claustrophobic, and yet still Xera managed to lock eyes with several leering guards as the two made down its length. Briefly, she'd entertained the thought of breaking free and running for it. After all, she was a good deal more athletic than the round woman she'd been handed off to. Unfortunately the soldiers here put a stop to her rising aspirations. Bound as she was, she couldn't possibly hope to make it back to the foyer before she was tackled, and possibly punished even more.
 
 
"Oh we're going to have so much fun, you and I." Mira's voice was decidedly floral in tone. Mockingly faux respectful. "I can't tell you how happy I am to have a new toy. My last one ended up a rug in the game room you see…"
 
 
Xera felt something in her gut grow ten times heavier. She gave an unnerved whimper, followed by a frustrated groan.
 
 
"And not just a drake…" continued the violet capped woman. "But a member of the royal family no less~ He does spoil me doesn't he?" There was a long pause. "Well… in all fairness… I've been dying to taste you after meeting you some years ago at a diplomatic consortium… before your silly little rebellion. I… maaay have dropped some subtle hints his way that you looked absolutely scrumptious, you see." With that, she turned to face the captive, expression still smugly giddy, as she nodded her head towards a door to her side. Mira's Playroom was engraved in decorative font into a white wooden plaque just above.
 
 
Mira wasted no time in pushing open the oaken door, giving Xera a fear inducing glimpse into her future. In stark contrast to the pleasant outer entryway, a literal torture room waited for the drake, equipped with a restraining rack to one wall, just beneath a shelf of wicked instruments that were no doubt carefully designed to marry bitter pleasure and pain. Opposite these implements, past a group of increasingly small cages, stood some kind of spinning table, a spiked bed, and what appeared to be a taxidermied young human male in a catlike pose. Xera immediately looked aghast at her new owner.
 
 
"My little brother." explained Mira, noting the shock. "He was my first you see, and I wanted a memento after I was done with him." She made her way over to the restraining rack, delighting in Xera's stumbling gait as she was forced to follow.
 
 
"Alright lizard, why don't you step in?" asked the woman rather politely, while she stood the mechanism upright.
 
 
Xera found herself paralyzed. Her journey here had been filled with indignities, but pain had never quite been central to the experience. Once again she felt her stomach sink.
 
 
"Let me put it another way. Place your legs into the restraints now, or I'll have you taken out back and skinned alive. You'd make an excellent purse and pair of boots, you know."
 
 
With a timid step and a fearful groan, Xera backed into the cold, flat surface of the table. She wasn't certain if her time aboard The Impassable had robbed her of the courage she'd once been proud of, or if she had simply given up, but now the princess didn't even muster a minute of rebellion… despite where she's come from. What she'd fought for. In truth that thought frightened her just as much as the room she was in.
 
 
"Good girl… and good for me too." Mira smiled. "I'm hoping to keep you around for at least a month or two…"
 
 
Xera felt a twinge of fear run down her spine and back up her tail while Mira clasped the restraints down tight.
 
 
"Now I'm going to ungag you. I like to hear them squeal. Behave, and maybe I'll keep your first use a little sweet for you even… Maybe… Throw a snooty little princess tantrum, and we'll skip straight into the good stuff, with the help of the guards, if I need it. Understand dear?"
 
 
Xera couldn't help but take a big gasp of air once her gag was finally removed, before gritting her teeth. "T-transparently…" she finally replied, giving her every effort not to let her fear show.
 
 
"You have something of a vocabulary too! Quite a step up from my usual fare of plebians. Oh this is going to be just delightful~" With the counterintuitive grace of someone who'd done the same routine dozens of times, Mira reached back to unbind Xera's wrists. "Hands up now dear." she said, as if the lizard had a choice. In fact Mira's own quick motions made sure Xera wouldn't even have time to react before they were once again locked in place, this time to the table's far reaching corners. Immediately after, Xera's tail was similarly bound to a fifth shackle she hadn't noticed before.
 
 
"There. Comfy?" Mira patted the green prisoner's thigh. "Have you ever lain with a Byronese wildcat princess?" she then asked, simultaneously stepping out of Xera's view, behind the table.
 
 
"Wh-what?"
 
 
"Oh of course you haven't. Not a dignified 'hero' such as yourself…" The woman reappeared out of the corner of Xera's eye, holding something behind her back. "You see, the females often have massive litters of twelve, and rearing the kittens takes an entire three years."
 
 
That weight in Xera's stomach began to gnaw at her.
 
 
"So the god Feros gave them the good sense to avoid males as much as possible. Of course, they would still need to reproduce, so the much larger males were in turn granted a way to keep their women in place during copulation."
 
 
Xera's eyes began scanning the cages against the other wall. She wouldn't… would she?
 
 
"Oh don't be ridiculous." continued Mira, catching Xera's wandering gaze. "I wouldn't let one of those beasts in here with me at the same time. Besides, I'm currently craving… a more personal touch." With that Mira finally revealed her hand. A massive purple… 'toy' for want of a better word rested on her grip. So painfully large looking that her entire hand could only palm half its circumference. Horrendous looking thorns pointed downward, towards the torture device's base. Mira chuckled, seeing Xera's face rapidly drain.
 
 
"You needn't concern yourself that much. I'm going to begin training you with this recreation. It's moderately softer than the real thing… Moderately. Like I said, I'm keen to play with you for some time yet, so I'll stop just short of breaking you for more. Though I am an impatient woman…"
 
 
"D-don't you DARE!" The drake's voice cracked, as a new tear worked its way down her cheek.
 
 
"Or what? You'll scream?" Mira leaned in close to whisper in the slave's ear. "I'm looking forward to it, princess…"
 
 
At first, Xera only felt a slight pressure against her entrance, while she watched the plump woman duck down to violate her. Moments later however, she failed to stifle a scream. The flared bellend of the device in and of itself was enough to shoot jolts of tearing pain screaming up the girl's back, forcing her head up as she cried out. "Ayeeeeee!"
 
 
"Oh come now. We've barely even started." Mira explained through an evil smile, right before she gave a hearty shove.
 
 
"G-guuuuuuhhhh…" Even to her own shock and horror, Xera's recent… training, hadn't been enough to prepare her for this degree of sensual sadism. "P-please…"
 
 
"Please what dear? You're educated enough to know that for communication to function… you'll need to enunciate more than one word at a… TIME!" The exclamation carried with it another shove, and Xera screeched in pain, as the tiny barbs callously scraped against the inside of her love canal.
 
 
"I-it's going to shred me! H-have mercy!"
 
 
"Pish posh. You haven't begun to feel true pain yet. Where's that independent spirit you had all those years ago?" Mira continued to press the bestial rod deeper and deeper, adding yet more spikes to the pain massage with every bit forward.
 
 
Xera had never even considered that she could experience anything like this in her wildest dreams. It was as though dozens of sharp fingers poked and prodded her most sensitive area from the inside, and no amount of shifting or swaying allowed for even a slightly more comforting angle. She was somehow invaded by so many tiny, cruel, brutes. There was no other way to even comprehend this sensation in her mind… and the bitch still had half of the monstrous length to go…
 
 
"Oh I just adore putting self-righteous ideal whores like yourself in their place." said Mira, as another layer of gripping spikes pushed past Xera's labia."Little would-be heroes… Moral sluts who think they somehow fight on the side of justice, as if they alone have a right to define it…"
 
 
Xera screamed. Mira had rapidly pushed most of the remaining length inside, in a single advance that put to bare some sort of frustration she hadn't revealed before. A frustration that a certain captive audience was the perfect outlet to vent onto.
 
 
Before Xera could even make a sound in response, Mira reversed her toy's course. Pulling the malevolent rod backwards, and this is where the design's cruelty was truly put into play. Where the protruding nails had at least bent inward to make progress before, they now dug deep into the sensitive, helpless walls, stubbornly gripping the drake's tunnel like an unwanted tenant. Again, Xera cried out. It had been painful before. Torturous even. This however, was a new layer of discomfort. She felt as though her entire womb threatened to pull itself out.
 
 
"Aaaaugh! Wh-why are you doing this?" asked the former princess through a new deluge of tears.
 
 
"Because you need to learn your place. People like you don't get to determine what's right." She gave another harsh tug. "You don't get to 'save your little world." She then twisted the dildo, forcing Xera's hips to follow. "In the real world ideals die quite frequently. Dogma only replaces dogma, and your dogma is despicable…"
 
 
This new face Mira suddenly showed only further empowered her sadism, it seemed. Xera shuddered to think of an indefinite future with the woman.
 
 
The words stuck with Xera while her mistress continued to use and abuse her. Was she… just as horrible as her aunt? As these monsters that were carelessly wearing away at her body? No… She was a hero… Right? She may have failed, but her cause had been just… Right? They were merely… trying to rape her mind as well as her body… That was it… It HAD to be it.
 
 
There was another tug of the torturous cylinder that interrupted her internal anxiety, returning her to the external pain. "AEEEUUGGH!" Xera's following scream filled the room as a set of spikes spread and pulled against her delicate inner petals. Music as far as Mira was concerned.
 
 
"Mhhh…" Mira moaned into her toy's thigh, rubbing her tongue across the seam where the dildo met with her flesh… "Adrenaline is definitely good for the taste~"
 
 
"Wh-what?" asked Xera between bawling sobs. "Y-you couldn't possibly mean…"
 
 
"Maybe… Maybe not…" lied the purple haired sadist, before she ran that sharp tongue over the drake's outer clit. "If I do however… the chef was right~ You'll go best with a nice Chardonnay, I think…" She looked up into Xera's eyes, once again flashing those cruel, impish teeth. "My regal piece of white meat…"
 
 
Xera's eyes practically bulged out of their sockets. She had neither the physical strength nor the mental wherewithal to process this. Despite everything, some small part of her wanted to believe there would be some… fairytale rescue. No matter how many times she'd been broken, and no matter how many times she'd told herself "Not again." That stubborn little spark of hope had managed to ignite again and again. Which only allowed each new indignation to hit just as hard as the first time. "P-please… no…"
 
 
"Oh come now… You actually have an education dear. You can be a bit more imaginative than that." Mira taunted. "Have a bit of pride."
 
 
Xera turned her snout up, letting a new tear trickle down her neck, over her breasts, and eventually, down onto Mira's arm.
 
 
The woman responded by gleefully lapping up the proof of torment, and then running her fingers around the dildo's point of contact. Upon discovering a trickle of moisture, she smiled. "Trying to get it out honey?" she asked, slowly standing up until she was cheek to cheek with he drake. "Or are we enjoying ourselves? Maybe a little of both?"
 
 
Xera shook her head. She couldn't concentrate. Couldn't think. Did she enjoy it? After all moments such as this were the only real interaction she had since her capture and… No of course not! She couldn't enjoy this! She wouldn't! This wench was threatening to EAT HER!
 
 
"AUUGH!" she lunged forward, reeling in pain. Her poor flower was red with a screaming soreness. In a single moment, Mina had pulled the cat's dick halfway out, the barbs scraping at Xera’s insides.
 
 
"Aww… Was that too much for my toy?" Mira asked, rubbing the lizard's mons in false care. "Well, perhaps we can be a little more gentle… A little…"
 
 
With uncharacteristic caution, the human then gently spread Xera's petals apart. Enough to remove the rod without causing… too much more discomfort. Xera felt a pulsing ache in her nethers, in addition to another… empty sensation. Somehow she felt… insecure… Like something was missing suddenly.
 
 
Mira grinned evilly, seemingly sensing something on Xera's face. "I have another idea… We'll play a different game, with the help of my dear hubby. No barbs. No torture. Just the three of us in… intimacy."
 
 
Xera moaned and whimpered, knowing full well that the bitch really had nothing so… wholesome in her mind's eye. She watched Mira walk over to a bellstring and horn she'd missed on the opposite wall and begin speaking into it.
 
 
"Dear… Would you like to take a break from those ghastly boring papers? Yes, we'll wait for you here."
 
 
—
 
 
Minutes later Modie entered the room, taking note of Xera's exhausted expression. "Don't tell me you've broken it already. It will never last at this rate…" he mused aloud.
 
 
Mira only gave a chuckle, and unlocked the restraints on Xera's wrists, ankles, and tail. Utterly physically spent, the poor thing could only keel over onto all fours… at the perfect height to see Mira affix something to herself. Down below.
 
 
"You'll take it from behind dear? I'm not sure if you should be quite trusting of the teeth up front."
 
 
"Grggghh?!" Before Xera could contemplate what that meant, she went cross eyed, staring at the thick strapon that the human had rather suddenly jammed deep into her muzzle.
 
 
"Mnngh mmmh!" Xera's meager, muffled protest only earned a smirk from the tyrant's wife.
 
 
"I know I mentioned enjoying hearing them communicate their fears sweety but… there's also ⁸something primally satisfying about taking their speech away as well…"
 
 
Xera wasn't even given an opportunity to process this. With a "MEEGH!" she could recognize the moist, substantial girth of Modie's scepter penetrate her recently stretched lady lips down below. While Mira was quick to step her bare feet atop the princess' hands, Modie placed this knees over her calves, and firmly held her tail. The two had done this several times before, it seemed, used to forcing captives to simply… take it.
 
 
Xera closed her eyes tightly. She knew there was nothing to do but take the abuse. Struggling would only make it harder on her. And so, she was harshly thrust forward, and backward, again and again and again. Initially the royals who now owned her had to work on their cooperative timing, but soon enough they were working the drake like a well oiled machine. Laughing and discussing the finer points of politics and gastronomy, as though the two things were deeply intertwined.
 
 
Once again… the princess was humiliated, for half an hour straight, but worst of all… she could feel it. That horrendous little angle of pleasure. The more she tried to ignore it the more it shouted loudly at her in her mind, and to top off the round of embarrassment… Eventually she somehow managed to cum. Not a small, unassuming peak, but an all consuming burst of unwanted pleasure.
 
 
"MEEEERRRPHHHHH!"
 
 
—
 
 
Every day went exactly the same. Mira made sure to squeeze every ounce of use from her new, exotic pet. Upon discovering that drakes could easily be made to lactate, or engage in the lizard equivalent, given enough stimulation, she quickly leapt upon adding a suction cup regimen to the daily torments. The translucent nectar that the disgraced princess provided was a succulently sweet, mildly nutty treat, and much to Xera's growing horror, Mira was certain to mention every evening that she had the perfect use for it…
 
 
Before anyone could even consider it, days became weeks, and weeks became months. Soon enough Xera simply stopped counting, and came to live with, if not wholly accept, her lot. That little perverted voice in the back of her head grew stronger and louder as time went on and the moans and tongue lols she would give showed anyone and everyone that she enjoyed having her breasts receive so much attention, no matter how much she attempted to deny it. Additionally, the more she gave, the more she was able to give. Her breasts quickly swelled to nearly double their original size, to the point that 'Cow' was a favorite nickname from the staff.
 
 
Something in the darkest recesses of her mind told Xera that this was all leading up to something terrible, but she had neither the will, nor the wherewithal to attempt to avoid it, even when it seemed clear that day was just around the corner. The intrusive cleaning procedures… and the sudden two day fast after weeks of doubled feed…
 
 
—
 
 
"And how is our favorite little heifer doing today?"
 
 
In the past, Mira's voice might have stirred up resentment or fear within the drake but thoroughly broken as she now was, all out meant to her was an opportunity for attention and socialization.
 
 
The purple-haired woman immediately set upon Xera's engorged bosom, pinching and feeling them up. "We have a special task for you today sweety. You've become so docile that you won't give us a fuss, will you?" With that, she quickly unlatched all but one of Xera's chains, using it to lead the poor girl up and out of the dungeon. Through the hallways under the eyes of countless guards, and finally into a lavish looking kitchen, suspiciously unstaffed. Two metal buckets, a length of cooking twine, and a ripened rockfruit, with its stony shell hiding the sweet, tart flesh underneath, caught her eye from a nearby counter. In addition, she could smell the slight smoke from the nearby wood-burning oven, already lit in preparation.
 
 
It only took a moment for something to click in Xera's mind, but when it did, she stumbled clumsily backward into Mira's arms. "Th-this isn't…You're not going to…"
 
 
"Oh I'm afraid we are my dear. You've been so much fun to keep around, but now I'm ready for the most important part of our time together…" Mira's familiar cruel smile could practically be heard by Xera.
 
 
"No! P-please! I thought I was doing g-good! Please!"
 
 
"Oh you have been dear. But you had to know this was always going to happen. Your delicious, exotic flesh has always been destined to land on my platter~ From the moment I first saw you…"
 
 
It was at this time that Modie stepped into the room behind the two. His deeper voice stirring the doomed girl all the more. "Are we ready dear?" he asked, concussively bluntly.
 
 
"Of course sweetheart. We've been waiting for you."
 
 
Before Xera could even repeat her plea, the schnellian quickly grabbed her legs, wrapping his arms underneath her knees. For her part, Mira held the lizard under her arms, and mere seconds later, both had maneuvered their dinner onto a long marble table, strapping her extremities into harsh leather and iron restraints.
 
 
It all happened so quickly that Xera almost had to admire their efficiency. As she wriggled and trembled atop the prepping area, she could easily make out the mocking, hungry gazes of the two monarchs, taking in every inch of her curvaceous body as though they could already taste it.
 
 
"I must admit, I've come to enjoy these little bouts of family time dear Mira. They help me to enjoy your… figure all the more." remarked Modie.
 
 
Either confident in his bluff or not having heard him, the human simply stepped back, hopping onto a nearby identical table and baring her nudity fully for the former princess, spreading her legs wide. It was only when she was certain Xera was watching that she began to play with herself. "Well dear, shall we begin?"
 
 
"Let's." Modie then made his way to another counter, grabbing one of the rather heavy looking pails to return with and place beside Xera. "Do you recognize this, drake? You should. It's your own product. Your nectar, mixed with thickening agent and various sweet and savory herbs, as well as sesame seeds for flavor." He dipped his finger into the concoction and brought it up Xera's shaking lips.
 
 
Almost on impulse, the girl obediently lapped at the offered taste. It was… shamefully delicious, no matter how she wished otherwise.
 
 
"Of course you must know we'll be live roasting you for a large portion of the process… letting the help finish gutting and cleaning you only after you've expired in the heat. I find the struggle of the prey really elevates the experience, and there are those who claim adrenaline bolsters the meat's flavor, so please, feel free to grovel. It's all part of our enjoyment…"
 
 
"Please…" was all Xera could muster, seemingly to the chef's mild disappointment, almost too shocked to truly beg.
 
 
"Well that's a start, but I see we'll have to step up the sensations inflicted on you…" With that, the man reached forward to squeeze Xera's breasts painfully harshly, finally getting a squeal from her. "Better… but there's still much to do…" He grinned, noting a few rivulets of nectar dripping from the girl's nipples.
 
 
Modie was nothing if not thorough, in both grand strategy and home economics. Rather enjoying every expression he could pull from the drake, he first dipped his hands into the glaze and immediately set upon her breasts, smearing the thick substance into her fatty teats with an almost bitter pressure. Every stretch at every angle was perfectly planned to bring as much discomfort as possible without completely breaking her, and she knew it. Only once her well used udders were completely glistening, did his hands travel over her shoulders next. Across her arms and between the former warrior's surprisingly dainty fingers.
 
 
Xera wasn't quite certain if she truly enjoyed it, or if in all this time the two had utterly broken her concept of self and pleasure through their constant abuse. Regardless, her quickly swelling vulva became the emperor's next target. Fingers slick with a new batch of her treated nectar penetrated past her stretched and sore petals, eliciting a wail of confused cries at the mixed sensations that seared through her body. Wails of pain and groans of exotic pleasure. Two fingers. Then three. Then his entire fist pushed her to her limits.
 
 
All the while, out of the corner of her eye, Xera could see the plump human furiously feeling up her own, much safer womanhood. She enjoyed seeing the pain and the objectification, as well as whatever humiliation Xera's shattered mind was still capable of feeling. Though Xera had become well accustomed to this, something about it now involving her imminent end gave it a new flavor. How did they always manage to do this? To find some way to keep the torture fresh?
 
 
"Why? Why is this happening to me? I-I was supposed to be a hero! A-a ruler!" Xera couldn't help but blurt out the question that had plagued her for a long time now, even knowing that it would entice her executioners.
 
 
Spurred on by her pain, both external and internal, Modie slowly removed his hand from her snatch, and after retrieving another two handfuls of glaze, pressed on to her thighs. Up and down, thumb opening and closing to perfectly match her shape, if it hadn't been for the fact that he was preparing her to be nothing more than a font of meat, it might have been delightfully sensual for both. The way he gripped her legs like a lover admiring her was almost rapturous.
 
 
Once satisfied, Modie finally proceeded to deeply massage a new bout of nectar into Xera's vulnerable backside and tail, making sure to grip each flank tightly as he did so. In the entire time she had been owned by the inhumane couple, Modie had shown little in the way of emotion other than anger or mild amusement. Now however, she could see an unmistakable predatory glee in his eyes as he worked.
 
 
Once this portion of the process had slowed, Modie briefly left to clean his hands, returning with the second bucket. This one had an ever so faint smell of preservative. It didn't clash with the other ingredients however, and even seemed to strangely compliment it.
 
 
"We'll of course want a memento of this most rare of delicacies." explained Modie as he rubbed the substance deeply into Xera's face.
 
 
Simultaneously, Mira shifted to squeezing her own rear with a free hand. Xera only caught brief glimpses of it between Modie's hands traveling so quickly over her face, but it was unmistakable. Was she enjoying… experiencing this horror vicariously… in some way?
 
 
Clearly not allowed to think any longer, Xera was ripped from that concern when Modie slapped her harshly across her mountainous breasts, sending drops of glaze bouncing this way and that.
 
 
"There'll be no escaping into your pondrance today, meat. I want you to experience every moment of this… sharply." he said with a grin. "And this next portion will be particularly memorable, for whatever little time you have remaining…"
 
 
Xera felt a sting of sorrow breed with her fear and pleasure. The hybrid of feelings was quite common to her now, though the underlying terror was a good deal more prevalent now. She watched Modie step away to gather a new bucket, this time of a traditional sweet bread stuffing. It didn't take terribly long to imagine exactly what it was for.
 
 
"This will meld perfectly with your naturally sweet nectar my dear. An excellent side dish to go with such exotic meat." explained the schnellian.
 
 
While Modie's voice was strong and stoic, Mira's was breathy and given to sexuality. "Mhhhh… I can't describe just how much I've been looking forward to this, dear. It just had to be perfect. The long process of causing your mind to crumble only after letting you have a brief period of rebelliousness. Causing your body to change in recent months, and removing any point of pride you might have clung to. It was all like perfectly aging a delectable wine."A chuckle interrupted her nearly entranced state. "Specifically a chardonnay, for certain as I’ve mentioned before, to go with you." She once again smiled, closing her eyes and seemingly savoring the moment. "My husband, you see, likes his poor man's beer, but I am a lady of class~" She turned to the man and gave a knowing nod. "Let's continue."
 
 
Without another moment's delay, Modie produces two massive handfulls of the filling, and rapidly pressed one after the other into Xera's helpless womanhood. The drake could only squeal in renewed pain, as her eyes opened wide and her body shook like never before. She'd briefly considered trying to remain quiet, if only to deny the two their show, but she simply couldn't. Not through this. There was no way. Fist after fist forced its way into what should have been Xera's most sacred place, sometimes meeting in the middle, doubling just how far she was stretched and it wasn't long until a noticeable bulge began to show in the tormented girl's belly. Even though her cervix had been broken through long ago, the sheer pain had never dulled. She'd never recovered, and as the sweet stuffing filled her womb, tears of horror snaked down her face.
 
 
"Oh gods please no more! Just send me in now! Make it end!" she pleaded, feeling almost as though she were full to term with a clutch of eggs. "I can't take it!"
 
 
"Mhhh… and yet your entrance tells a very different story doesn't it dear?" Mira noted aloud at how Xera's nethers were still swollen. "Haha~ You've become quite the pain slut in all this time haven't you. My emperor? Perhaps now is a good time to gag the animal. I want to hear her muffled sobs…"
 
 
"My thoughts exactly, my wife." replied Modie, as he reached to grab the rockfruit from before.
 
 
Xera opened her mouth to give one more call for mercy but was quickly and predictably silenced. She briefly went crosseyed to stare at her now gagged snout. The produce had been pressed so deeply in that she couldn't even manage to open any wider in order to release it. She was every bit a suckling pig now, stuffed to bursting and gagged as she was…
 
 
Modie didn't give the drake a moment to relax. Mere moments later he had unbound a wrist and ankle, quickly reteathering them to each other. Next, after pulling a corpulent breast aside to ensure it would still be visible, he managed to tie her thigh to a noose around her waist, ensuring there would be no shifting of the pose. In a minute's time Xera's other side was equally rebound. Have to foot, leg to belly. The added pressure caused a splodge of stuffing to ease out of the poor girl's pussy, but neither of the predators seemed to mind.
 
 
In fact it was at this moment that Mira finally ceased her self indulgence, and stepped down to open the oven door and produce an ornately designed silver platter from behind a nearby cabinet. After some time of maneuvering the plate into the perfect position just beside Xera's head, she then assisted her husband in lifting the squirming, whimpering drake onto its smooth surface. No amount of helpless staring and uncontrolled sobbing seemed to deter their carnivorous procession. A wordless heave and a grunting ho saw them lift and carry their captive meal towards the oven. Closer and closer, until Xera could feel the harsh heat against her trembling body.
 
 
 
 
"Mhh MPPPH!" The mumbled, insensate words triggered a wave of euphoria in both schnellian and human, and it was enough to see them unceremoniously shove her into the yellow glow of the fire. "MMMMMGH!"
 
 
Before the firey tomb's door was closed however, they had made time for one final indignation. Coming at her like an arrow from a bow, a massive root vegetable was pressed deeply into her gaping muff, getting another, almost piglike squeal from her. And with that, the once proud, regal drake was left to her fate.
 
 
Golden tongues of flame lapped at the drake's helpless form as if already tasting her ahead of the royals. Any motion she made only gave the heat a new angle at which to attack her form. Her eyes closed instinctively to shut out the smoke, but not before she swore she could make out the silhouettes of Modie and Mira connected at the groin. They were making love to the sounds of her sheer torture. For the moment, as partners. While Xera had only ever been a sexual object to he snail, Mira was an equal, or though it seemed. It was just another reminder, of the princess' fall. How far it had been. Crying wildly, and yet horribly wishing she could feel her own love tunnel one more time… Xera could only wait until the oven finally took her…
 
 
The preservative that had been so meticulously applied to her head seemed to elongate her torturous experience. An hour in and Xera could still feel her body gradually roasting. The agonizing sensation combined with the hunger in her nethers and the frustration of hearing the others play for far longer than she could have ever feared. She could feel steam erupt from every orifice, and very nearly know the exact point she was at in her cooking.
 
 
Finally, after a brief eternity of enduring the sensation of being roasted alive, Xera's consciousness began to slip away, and the princess was no more. Replaced by a delicious piece of meat to be feasted upon…
 
 
—
 
 
Her body would remain in the oven for several more hours, even after her passing. Skilled culinary artisans removed her several times to remove the less palatable bits without damaging the display, and rebaste her with the glaze based on her own breast expression. It was only as the sun was setting over the horizon, that Mira and Modie finally set down to eat.
 
 
Xera's still pristine head was removed and spiked on a skewer at the end of the table, as if she was being made to watch her own body be devoured.
 
 
"Well, this was a delightful project my dear." Modie praised, as he carefully began to carve an entire drumstick off of the meal, only after taking a long gulp of his drink. "I must admit this was well worth your silly little whimsy."
 
 
"Of course it was. You should know by now how much I excel in finding delectable girls to consume~" She began to pour a glass of her much more expensive white wine. “I still find it humorous, dear, that you drink that peasants’ drink. Porter beer?” She smiled. A taunting, almost schoolyard girl smile. “How preposterous that one of your status would enjoy something so… meager.”
 
Modie simply returned his own smile as Mira continued to speak.
 
"I actually already have another one in mind, if you'll…"
 
 
At that the emperor held up a hand, and interrupted her. "Actually I already have my next feast in mind. A certain sumptuous piglet I've spent some time fattening up to celebrate the fifteenth anniversary of my ascension with. She began as a professional acquaintance you see, but… well the benefits of our alliance have become less pronounced, and I feel it’s time to… cash her in, so to speak."
 
 
Mira tilted her head in confusion. "I… What? Who?"