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Sam took another hit from the flashing zap of the energy gun, his body convulsing at the electric crackle which sent the anthro aardwolf falling to his knees. Up in the sky, his partner, a feral bird named Kara, flashed her wings, the bright red colour of her feathering changing to a less lustrous green as she spent some of her magical reserves to restore her friend... but there were just too many of them. Every time they'd moved to fight back against the villainous Nefaris' growing control they'd run into minions in easy to manage numbers spread over a wide area before them. But when they leapt through the portal to this land, it had shut behind them leaving them surrounded by a densely packed score of malicious eyed stoats.

Sam reached to his belt, trying to grab one of his tools to fight them off, but another jolt knocked him down and then all the foes swarmed at once. Their shadows and bodies blocking out his vision as he only saw cruel sneers descending on him. "Sam! No! I'll go get help!" Kara shouted from above, she'd exhausted her magic leaving only the option to run and find aid, if the bird could break away.

"Oh no ya don't." a quiet voice mumbled from an overlooking ridge as it's owner pulled a trigger. Too late Kara saw the net spreading into the air, coming at her...

Another kick was delivered to Sam's ribs as those who were standing jeered and taunted, two of the assorted minions of the cruel villain were using their weight to pin him down. Despite the chaos, he heard Kara let out a scream followed by a hollow sucking thunk noise, her cries sounding suddenly distant and echoey. "Kara!" He called out, the last word he said before a heavy hand was brought down, knocking him unconscious.

The huge door sent booming creaks into the air as it was swung open and the defeated heroes were marched in. The look of pain on the aardwolf's face showed he was still recovering from the bump. His arms were tied tightly behind his back, forearms fixed together in rope. His steps jangled loudly as heavy manacles over his ankles clinked. The leading minion, a panther lieutenant who had been shamed by defeat at Sam and Kara's hands was none too gentle in pulling the lead-rope around the hero's neck, causing him to growl into the wooden bit lodged between his teeth.

Kara was carried in behind him, trapped inside a clear glass containment pod, carried by one of the stoat minions. Her wings pressing against glass as she looked to her friend with worry plain on her face. Sam's own eyes were turned with defiance to Craw, the giant crocodile, who stood with his arms folded and a condescending smirk. At an out of sight finger snap, Craw dropped to kneel, one hand moving out of view, a Koala standing on the palm as he rode it up to the huge figure's shoulders. This koala was the villain Nefaris, who had declared the heroes his greatest enemy and set the latest ambush.

Nefaris' sinister voice echoed out, despite his calm tone. "Finally, after all these years you've plagued me, I have you both under my power. You wouldn't believe how long I've waited for this moment, and it's all thanks to my new ally, who was even kind enough to leave a lieutenant of his own at my disposal." He motioned to a figure standing silently at the back of the room, robed and cowled, they were completely obscured. Sam growled something into the thick dowel, his fur bristling, though his eyes were only on the koala. Nefaris pointed to one of the guards. "Take his gag off, I want to hear his pleading."

The indicated individual moved to obey, and despite the order being in the hero's favour, he still pulled his head away to defy them, making the removal take longer still. When the rope holding it on was loosened he spat it out onto the floor with a clatter. "Fuh! I said you'll never get away with this, Nefaris!"

The koala rolled his eyes, while Craw let out a loud chuckle. Nefaris replying with. "Oh, but you don't understand, there's been a lot of changes to how we run things now, hero. So the fact that you're both already here proves I have gotten away with it. This won't be like last time. Your precious bird is here too, so there won't be anyone sneaking keys into your cell, or alerting those friends of yours. In fact, even if you could, you'd find them all already in the dungeons."

Sam stared, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, sure he'd had close calls, but this... this almost seemed like the villain was cheating? Yet it was logical... His thoughts were snapped back in line. "Let her go!" He said, thinking of how Kara must be faring, and glancing at her with concern.

"Hahahah, ohoho, oh no no no, I won't be doing that. For all the years we've fought my eyes have been on you. I've finally realised the error of my ways. She is the one who is responsible for all your escapes and victories. I wouldn't want her finding a way to stage some daring rescue... besides, I have plans that need both of you." There was a glint in his eye, far more calculated and chilling than Sam had seen before. "Show them to their rooms." He said with a dismissive wave.

"Oh, just you wait Nefaris, we'll break out of that dungeon in no time, and then it'll be time for a battle to take you down for good!" The aardwolf shouted over his shoulder as he was pulled toward a door.

The koala chuckled to himself before shouting back. "Oh, but neither of you are going to the dungeons, we have special arrangements made, just for you. Which I can guarantee will stop your pathetic misguided attempts to escape."

More clichés were shouted back as the hero and his sidekick were pulled out, the door shut behind them. Nefaris hopped down from gator's shoulders, flourishing his cape as he went another way. "Come, Craw, let us watch from the monitors. It's going to be fun to watch." The hooded figure peeled away to follow them.

The two of them were marched into a room much stranger than any they'd seen in Nefaris' other buildings. Full of odd equipment, the walls were plated with metal, looking both secure and sterile. The feeling of the minimalistic, almost clinical surroundings put forth a very different feeling compared to the grandiose rooms in the rest of the villain's lair.

A hiss of air sounded as the pressurised canister trapping the bird was opened, and Kara burst forth, flying into the air, knocking back the stoat who had opened it. A desperate attempt to flee which was stopped immediately as a huge hand grabbed her out of the air, fingers thick enough to nearly meet again in front of her. "Ack! Get off me you creeps! Let us go! Sam!!" She squawked, tossing her head and lashing her talons uselessly. But that just prompted laughter from the henchmen around them.

As with most of Nefaris' forces, anthropomorphic stoats and magpies were the bulk of those watching, but a few other species were mixed in, like the gorilla currently holding her. Kara being a rarity in that she was an intelligent feral bird, large compared to most avian animals that flew the sky, but smaller than all of those gathered around them. One of the magpies strode forward to where she wriggled in the air, and without ceremony bagged her head inside a shaped, modified hood. Instinctively she tried to retract her neck from it, but the way the magpie pushed, she realised they wanted her to and tried instead to extend and push. Squeaking as her beak threaded through the only hole in it. Her eyes blocked and hearing diminished by tiny speakers that hissed interfering static. "Saaam!" She cried in panic.

"Kara! Let go of her! What are you doing?!" He said, staring as they forced her head down. Another magpie clipped a strap to the hood's exterior and slotting a red ball into the shouting beak, gagging her as it was secured and strapped on the other side. A mass of shining leather was stretched below her and she was lowered into it, one of the stoats trying to join but yet another magpie firmly pushed him aside. The anthro birds all seemingly working out some deep seated jealousy about this creature who could fly without the technological aids that they needed to offset their weight.

Sam shouted her name as she let out muffled cries and scared chirps, he in turn unable to see what they were doing, nor was he able to translate the rustling of the materials. Leather creaked, zippers yawned, and catches clicked, before they all pulled back, the gorilla simply letting go to drop the bird onto the floor. Her talons landed with a clatter as she hit the ground standing. Sam was shocked speechless at the sight. The leather jacket coated most of her body, connecting to the hood, it squeezed her wings tight to her frame, and covered her tail in a ribbed pocket. Her belly and legs were all that remained revealed, but even they were covered in a few harness straps around her thighs and between her legs holding it on. She squawked and hopped, jumping in a confused and flustered attempt to take flight, but the jacket was so tight her wings didn't even budge the bindings.

The henchmen all just laughed at the truly pathetic display of the bouncing bird, so unused to the simple act of walking. Her head moved the meagre amount it could with her neck pressed down and compacted. Her useless mewling only added further pathos to the situation. Sam was enraged and charged forward, knocking out of the hands that had been gripping his ropes, but now it was time for the stoats. One swift step on the chains of his manacles was all it took, but that didn't stop bodies from piling onto him. Grabbing him to pull him back, away from any hope of aiding his companion. A foot came down on his muzzle, pinning his head to the floor, the toes wiggled against him to add to the humbling turn of fates.

The ropes were untied from his body, but two pairs of hands grabbed onto each arm, holding them out. A sharp implement was shoved under his shirt, which shredded it off him. Then a canvas straitjacket was dragged over his outstretched arms, belts and buckles swiftly tightened as they trapped his arms behind his back. When the garment had been secured he was hauled to his feet shouting threats at them when he saw Kara again.

The magpies were in a loose circle around her, whenever she hopped too close to the ring, one of them would shove or kick her back, making her hop in a flustered and blind panic elsewhere. A loud thud as one of them slapped the opened pod upside down over her, like one might put a glass over an insect. Laughing cruelly when she bumped into one of the walls and fell onto her rump.

Straining against them all, he tried to bite at the hands that got close, landing one satisfying clamp of jaws on three fingers, which earned him a stiff slap to the cheek. The manacles dropped free of his ankles, only for his clothes to follow, boots, socks and trousers tugged off until he was completely exposed but for the straitjacket. The magpies meanwhile had paused their game and had picked Kara up, small rubber pouches forced over her talons, bunching them up and protecting from errant claw swipes.

"Haha, you're not even hard? That's a surprise." One feather-handed bird said, brushing Sam's limp crotch.

"Right? With all the danger they get in I was sure they got off on it!" Another round of laughter as hands groped the aardwolf, squeezing his thighs, rubbing at his feet, neck, head, any sensitive part that was exposed, one stoat even pinching his ear between teeth, but the desired response was not elicited.

With the heroes' subduing ended, the henchmen shuffled around until there was a mix of species in both clusters. Feathers and furred fingers brushed and teased at Sam's junk, and a whirr filled the air as a vibrating wand was plucked up and nestled above the balls and below the shaft, slowly wiggled around. A strong set of hands held Kara back against their owner's chest, and others grabbed her spindly legs and pulled them apart, fingers dipping to brush at her cloaca and inside. A metal flash showed Sam that there was a strange ring in the harness near her privates, through which they tickled, touched and fingered her, hands slick with some lubricating fluids.

They both tried to resist, but their biological functions started to erode their will, a treacherous whine turning into a moan here. A struggle turning into a pelvic thrust there... the henchmen forcing them into a feeling they had no desire to be in. It wasn't long before Sam was shamefully at full length, head bowed and teeth clenched as he shut his eyes and tried to ignore it all. A ring was passed across multiple hands and forced over his shaft, strict in its tightness, designed to force that erection to stay. regardless of stimulus or his own will. The sound of movement made him crack an eyelid to see that, aside from those holding him, the rest of the crowd had stepped back, making way for the figures that bore Kara over to him, the intent made clear by the fingers that spread her plumage and opened the cloaca wide. Many of them grinning evilly, dreaming of this revenge as their boss had.

With a renewed sense of urgency he tried to thrash again, attempting to kick, to bite, to shout at them and scare them off, but without his equipment or Kara's magic, he was helpless to stop them forcing the jacketed bird onto him. Both heroes letting out a loud cry, Kara senseless and not knowing the source of her violation, feeling fear and panic, where Sam felt disgust. They pushed the bird down over his penis, sliding it up into her depths, before they pulled her off again. They moved her in and out, back and forward, using her like a fleshlight on him. His partner's tight walls squeezed and kneaded at him due to the difference in size, but they kept the speed constant. Pulling until his dick was out, waiting, then pressing in again, making him sob. With one final press after the pair's genitals had lubricated sufficiently, they pushed Kara down until the ring below her harness met the cock ring, emitting a loud click.

The metal hoops designed to lock together, keeping the bird trapped onto him. As she kicked viciously, the purpose of the rubber talon mitts became clear. Stopping her from gouging into his body as she tried to get loose with the only limbs she had access to. Sam looked up at his attackers, and noticed the camera in the corner trained on him. Tears flecked his eyes as he begged. "Please, not this, do what you want to me, just free her, and don't make us do... this!" His pleas falling on laughter and further hurtful comments. Another stoat walked straight up to the pair, and Sam's eyes turned to him, but there was no mercy to be found as the creature raised a bigger hood. "N-no! Don't!" He begged, as the hood was thrust forward over his head and was tightened on, silencing his cries and blinding him. His legs were lifted as they picked him up by the shoulders, and he was carried away to a small cell. Dropped on the cold ground, the door locked behind him.

He tried to stand, despite the panicked avian on his cock. He ended up bumping his head when it turned out the ceiling was too low, meaning he'd have to stoop to stand, the angle of which made Kara's struggles tease him more. Sinking to the floor again, he tried to find a way to grab Kara between his thighs or shins and pull, but the locking rings were stronger than that, and her confused squirming threatened them both with completing the perverse act they were forced to play. With a groan, he sat back, defeated. Legs falling to the side. He leant forward, pressing his forehead to hers gently in an attempt to calm her, or offer some comfort in this ordeal. It took some time for her to overcome her panic and realise whatever she was tied to had stopped trying to fuck her, and her apprehensive suspicion made her worry peak at the soft attempt at consolation. But helpless and trapped, all she could do was try to keep still, too, despite the immense discomfort.

It was the following day. Their cell had been drawn open and the bird wrenched off and carried away. Sam had been dragged off in the other direction, his jacket removed, though he was in no condition to fight back, limp in the grip of the arms that repositioned him. First he was forced to kneel, a pair of stocks locked around his foot-paws and a curved seat put below him, revealing his ass in the cushions, then they prised off the cock ring but still fed his shaft through a padded hole, his balls were tugged through too forcing his privates on display though they could at least hide in his sheath again. They continued building a frame into position around him, flat walls to the side and back, his head was bent forward and wrists drawn to rest in more grooves as the top was put on, pinning his hands at the same level as his trapped head. Stripping off the hood, they brought out a muzzle which was tightly strapped onto his face, containing a shaped tube, moulded to fit over his teeth and under his tongue. The rest of it was ribbed for the pleasure of any who wanted to force themselves on the aardwolf's maw. Looking around weakly, he saw he was back in the throne room, with Nefaris only a few feet away as he threw some further taunts.

"You know, I'm surprised." Nefaris began, stroking Sam's chin with an extended finger. "No cum at all, I was sure you two were already lovers." Sam grunted in response. Nefaris put on a mock pout, reaching to ruffle the fur on his head "Oh, cheer up, that means you both get a reward. Bring her in!" He called, moving back to his throne. The door opened once more and Kara was brought through, tightly gripped, but bared of the restraints, with only a swirl of tape sticking her beak shut. From the dull, faded colouring of her plumage, Sam realised they must have been forcing out the last stores of her magics, and he shivered at the thought of what that process could be.

"Since neither of you disgraced my halls with pleasure, you both get the day as a reward." The koala explained. "You're still my captives, but, a few adjustments aside, you'll be left to simply marvel at what we can achieve with you out of the way." A soft growl that sounded like an expletive came from the bird. "Oh, looks like we have a volunteer for who should be adjusted first." He waved his minions forward to put her on a table directly between Sam and Nefaris, in their full sight. Hands pressed at her shoulders to pin her down. She turned her neck to see Sam and winced, shifting her gaze to glare at Nefaris, which meant she didn't see Sam's own eyes widening to warn her as a large oval was pulled from a drawer and slathered in liquid and thrust forward.

The bird squawked, her feathers puffing out as the egg was plunged inside her, big enough to plump out her body. "You know, of all the strange tools you've used, it's her enchanted eggs that deal the most fearsome damage. I'm amazed there are so many! Fire, frost, explosive... well you don't need me to list them. As a bit of poetic justice I had our technicians build one you'd not tried, a rubber egg." Once it had slipped in with a light pop, held in by her own body, it sprang to life, vibrating inside her. Metal was pulled out and slipped around her hips and under her crotch, the smooth plate further locking the toy home. The magpie in charge brought the key to the koala, who sat in a supremely relaxed pose taking it and spinning it on a finger. Kara was picked up and thrown forcefully into a cage beside the throne and locked in. Wobbling on her back thanks to the extra vibrating weight, her wings dropped to the cruelly placed belt, brushing it to try and get at the lock or under it to prise it off. Her feathers just slipped off it though no matter how she tried. "Plus, after that fiasco a few months ago where you showed off those 'capture eggs' on a few minions, we've been preparing some thematic revenge."

The last taunt was barely heard, shouts of wounded rage coming from Sam at seeing what was already done to Kara, and despite the fatigue in him he tried again to battle the stockade. "Oh, don't worry hero, we haven't forgotten you." The henchman dug around in the same drawer and pulled out a solid metal chastity cage, shaped to go around Sam's sheath and lined with deterring blunt spikes at the tip should his body try and grow. They also drew out a rubber phallus shaped similar to his own cock. When they brought both toys to to him, his mouth was invaded by two feathery fingers. They collected his spit and used it to dampen the dildo which was then shoved into the muzzle hole, more to humiliate him than anything. Meanwhile the chastity was unceremoniously pressed on, a heavy ring nestled behind the balls and then with a pinching snap the other parts were clicked into place, securing him. The magpie pulled the mouth toy back out, crossing behind him. "I hope you were salivating, or this next part might be very awkward." The koala said from his throne, all the warning Sam got before the toy was shoved up his rump, spreading his tail-hole around it. Despite the situation the stimulation teased his crotch and made him grow into the cage, a hidden vibrator was turned on which added to the pressure, producing whines and surprised gasps.

"Craw, if you will." Nefaris said, with a wave, the huge crocodile moving forward to the frame that held Sam. He grabbed it by the top, and it may as well have been a feather for all the effort he showed in moving it to the other side. Nefaris now flanked by both heroes.

"We've been busy, now that you're both taken care of." He said, using a remote to turn on a large display screen. The sight being broadcast temporarily stunned Kara and made Sam shout, their home being put to the flame and their neighbours rounded up by Nefaris' armies. "That's a live feed, you know. Now, some of these archived files will also be fun for you to see. But first..." Another gesture and then Sam felt something behind him moving up to his exposed paws. A tickling pin-wheel springing to life which set him to strained laughter.

Nefaris grinned as Kara looked over, unable to see the cause of Sam's laughter. "Yes, I thought it was funny too." He said, playing out a long montage of his victories for them to see. Their friends and allies rounded up. The innocents they'd spent so long protecting falling prey to the armies. Everywhere, Nefaris' flag being flown in a show of conquest. The tickling amped up to particularly cruel levels whenever the greatest defeats were shown, forcing Sam to laugh along with the villain despite the tears staining his face, his gut twisting all the more when his best friend, a brown furred doe was shown beaten down and thrown into a cart with the rest of the prisoners. "Oh, I could watch this show all day, but there is only so much free time when you're a genius." He said eventually, rising from his seat. "I'll be back shortly, dears, I'll let you keep watching." And so they were left, Sam immobile and unable to stop himself looking at the screen. Kara squirming on her legs, still trying uselessly to remove the belt as the vibrator teased her unendingly while making her feel uncomfortably filled.

When Nefaris returned he was followed by multiple members of his staff, bearing many items, which looked almost uniformly perverse in design. The subsequent 'entertainment' given by two of his lieutenants, who took most of the display with them. The kangaroo lieutenant showing Sam all the items they'd researched and developed for use on Kara, detailing the applications and reactions intimately. Whilst the leopard general showed Kara everything that would be for Sam. When those presentations were finished, they regrouped and explained the remaining array of items, those meant for either or both of them at the same time.

And so their so called reward day went on, both teased and toyed with while they were shown what their defeat meant for the world, and what to expect if their captivity continued. By the evening, the batteries inside Kara's vibrating toy had run down, leaving her desperate but exhausted.

Night had found them forced back into their tight jackets, gagged and thrown into the cramped cell, still with their belts present, though Kara's had been stripped temporarily to remove the toy.

The exhaustion of the last night and trauma of the last days meant neither took long to collapse into sleep, given they were afforded the chance at last.

"This is the day, right?" A voice came from beyond the door.

"Yep, can't wait." another replied, the door unlocking and hands reaching in to take the pair. Sam taken back in the direction of the throne room and Kara to the work room she'd been taken the morning before. She felt the strange wash of magic thrown over her, could feel it probing and prodding, before it sloughed off.

"Hmm, seems she doesn't regenerate her own magic just from sleeping. I will stand down." Am almost familiar high pitched voice said. Blinding light replaced the hood as it was wrenched off, Kara's eyes focusing enough to see the hooded figure of the mage leaving. She put up another token struggle, forcing them to hold her down as they worked off the rest of her binding jacket and kept her pinned, so they could strip the belt from her hips.

They advanced with a different garment, which she reflexively struggled at the sight of. The flopping rubber in their arms was stretched open, the top slid over her head, then her body lifted for them to pull the item underneath. Her legs were bent tightly as some hands raised the garment up, pushing them into rounded pockets while keeping them pinned against her body. There was a growing tightness as they tucked her tail into position and then the zip was tugged upward, squeezing her into the bag-like item. The ball inside her beak kept her from more than strained whines as a hand grabbed her neck and pulled it forward, unlike the force compacting of the hood and jacket, this suit was sturdy enough in the neck that it kept her head extended. The zipper drawn to at the base of her neck and then clipped into place. The rubber was so tight against her that it squeaked whenever she tried to move.

They laid something else over her back, hard leather ribs bracing a strange semi-corset which restricted that squirming. Bars fitted on the outside to serve as handles and hand holds, whilst the brace itself further locked over the zip keeping it shut.

Overseeing the operation was one of Nefaris' chief researchers, a mad vixen professor who at that moment was attaching a tube of fluid to the bottom of a dildo. Kara had been understandably distracted that when they pulled off her ball gag that she just screeched. "Get away from me! Keep your mangy paws off!"

"Oh be quiet and eat this." The professor said calmly, shoving the dildo into her beak. It stretched it wide, poking into her throat and making a visible bulging shape appear through the covering neck-brace. When it was stuffed in place, a liquid trickled into her throat, a small drop pushed through the dildo like a kinky syringe. Whatever mad concoction it was seemed to coat her throat on the way down. Whenever the scientist found her progress with the dildo was meeting too much resistance from the bird's throat, more liquid was pressed through, making Kara's throat stretch beyond normal limits but retain elasticity. Pressing on until the phallus sat lodged all the way inside her. When the toy was slid out, the fox ignoring the birds hacking and coughing, she apathetically just picked up and thrust on a different hood, with a beak cover that smoothed the edges out, spreading it wide via a large ring. Giving Kara barely any break from the ball that wasn't filled with awful violation. The bird peered up through the clear lenses that this hood came with, only to raise her brow in concern as two solid black caps were pushed over them. "Hmm, those eyes are too distracting. They make her feel like less of an object. But I suppose some people will want to look at them so don't lock them for now."

In darkness, she was spun around, and then all the restraints tugged on and tested. "She's ready. Take her away." the vixen's voice came, and she felt herself rise into the air as they grabbed the handles and hauled her through the doors, back to the throne room.

Sam was growling, trapped in the same restraints as the previous day, though without the anal plug and instead of the chastity cage the cock ring had been placed to keep him hard. He'd been tormented while they waited for Kara's arrival, and when she was brought in, the cruel koala was rubbing Sam's cock between his toes. "Ah, good. Behold your partner, doesn't she look wonderful in all that." He said, grabbing Sam by the chin and twisting his head to look. His eyes shot wide open as the two henchmen carried the bird in. Nefaris spread his arms and one of the stoats walked up to help remove his cloak. The koala removing his own belt and exposing his waist, the bastard was already hard himself. "Set her down here. And make sure he watches." He said, pointing at the floor between Sam and himself, already rubbing some lube over his dick.

They spun the gimped avian onto her back, before one of them went to stand by Sam, ready to wrestle his head and peel back his eyelids if need be as the koala slowly put his knees to the ground. He slid forward, one hand squeezing at the pudge-like line where the hard corset met the rubber, kneading the feathers below while holding Kara still as his other hand opened a zipper between her legs. From the shocked twitch the encased bird made, she'd not realised that opening was even there until that moment. His arms moved up to hold the shoulders as he lined himself up with her hole and pushed himself in. She yelled through the ring as she felt him intrude on her, and then his hips were pulling out, before sliding in again working to properly lubricate and soften his target. He turned to shoot a grin at Sam and then he thrusted in earnest, lying across the birds front as he took her in a missionary position. Sam shouted too as his friend was raped in front of him, the koala's panting, the wet slapping and the creak of rubber drowned out by the heroes' pleas, and suddenly Nefaris broke away. Smiling, though his chest heaved, as he walked around behind Sam. His warmed member stabbing instead into the aardwolf's ass. "H-heh, after, huff all the times you've fucked up my plans, I've dreamt of fucking you back.

Sam groaned as his ass was violated, but even in such a sorry state, he at least felt a shred of relief that Kara was being left alone again, telling himself he could endure it for that. Grunting, he tried to will himself to loosen up, in the hopes it might bore the koala if he wasn't so tight, but with a total lack of experience on the matter, he couldn't stop his body from growing tense each time it was used. When the koala stopped thrusting in a controlled way, becoming more erratic, Sam prepared for the climax, but instead there was another pop, the koala had pulled free. "Let's not waste this, not yet." He said, stepping around to the front once more. His cock was slick and glinted in the light as he stepped onto a raised ledge in front of Sam, grabbed his muzzle, and thrust into that synthetic sleeve instead. He didn't take long to find his pace, raping the aardwolf's mouth. On about the tenth full bodied thrust, he came, shooting his hot ropes into that forced-wide mouth. With a sigh he walked backwards, took one moment to rub his toes against Sam's cock and then Kara's cloaca and went to sit on his throne and wallow in the afterglow. He lazily clicked his fingers, and then there was a flurry of action. A few of the henchman lifted the bound bird up, pulling mechanisms at the side of the frame Sam was trapped in to reveal curving hooks. The hooks were snagged into rings or under the handles as the bird was lowered so that her hole was shoved over Sam's rod.

"So this is what's going to happen, you are only ever going to get to cum when you're inserted in your dear bird friend there. Otherwise we will just torture and use you until you do..." Both heroes tensed, Sam shaking his head, there was no way he'd ever give into that. "And as for sweet little Kara, why, she'll be edged and denied the pleasure herself until you choose to fill her, we'll edge you too, of course, but we won't allow any mistakes until you're both desperate for the chance to lock together." One minion moved forward and removed the lens caps from Kara, letting her see again, while the two heroes took in the description of the fate planned for them.

Kara let out another worried squawking wail, while Sam tried to moan calming sounds to her. Ignoring them, Nefaris turned to his audience and raised his hands. "On that note. Begin!" He clicked his fingers loudly, and then the atmosphere in the room changed, all the henchmen and minions standing on guard and at attention relaxed, -but for a few elites-, approaching the two heroes. Kara felt the shadows fall over her before they detached her from the stand. Dragging her away but still in front of Sam, she saw the growing member of one stoat as he played with himself to drag up to full size. One of those bearing her handed his grasp over to him, while the other went behind her. Using those handles to keep her held steady, they slid their cocks into her mouth and hole and began to hump her. The strange serum she'd been fed earlier still persisted and so her throat kept the elasticity, preventing her breathing until the male at her mouth pulled far enough out. He locked eyes with her, groaning, both of her rapists going all out with their mistreatment. Sam's view was blocked as a nude female magpie wandered toward him, kneeling down and rubbing herself on the tip of his cock, soft feathers brushing over as she warmed herself up.

Meanwhile he felt another shape at his ass, one of the males lining up to use him too as the unspoken instruction became increasingly obvious. The heroes were to be free-game for the henchmen. Only able to watch and twitch as they were used with barely a pause. Whenever either of them got close to climax from the constant forced stimulation, the henchmen would be warned and pull out or off, only to shove Kara back onto the frame over Sam, like some twisted dock. When either hero looked to be coming down from the edge they'd be separated again and the use would resume.

Kara had it worst, given the enfeebling restriction of the rubber around her, she could do nothing but take it as she was used as a living fleshlight, sometimes just held and toyed with by fingers, often unable to predict what was coming as the blinding lens caps were frequently pulled on and off at a whim. Sam was covered in sexual liquids too, a running tally kept at his ass and mouth as any cum he didn't swallow slowly dribbled out. When he was plugged into Kara, that meant he had to try to move his head so as to not drip from his gag directly into hers, though he couldn't stop it all. His hands and feet were also coated as more minions had rubbed themselves off on the trapped extremities or forced him to give handjobs.

They were both exhausted by the time Nefaris' army was done for the day. With a strange light starting to show in Kara's eyes. Before they were locked into the cell that night, the avian had her restraints replaced with just a pair of wing-binding straps, though Sam was thrust back into the jacket. The reason becoming obvious as the toll of spending the last day with that horrible egg vibrator inside her, coupled with constant fucking and teasing of this day had addled her with lust. She begged Sam to satisfy her, climbing onto him, rubbing her downy belly against him, trying to tease and seduce the aardwolf. He could only whine through his own gag as Kara desperately pleaded with him, but he refused to violate his companion, feeling it was only the torture that made her beg, rather than true desire.

They spent another day 'rewarded' for not giving in. Both chastised and edged again, the reward showing to be even worse as biological need was wielded as a weapon against them, Sam growing less and less resistant to orders and instruction, focusing all his will on refusing to cum but otherwise becoming almost meek.

The day after that it was his turn for rubber encasement, a large suit brought out. All one piece, it completely covered his body, hiding his cock in a smooth bulge, coating over his foot-paws into rounded pockets and same for the hands, though with a ribbed hole which his fingers were trapped curling around. The hood part of the suit obscured the shape of his head, with only an opening for his mouth and nostrils. Inside, earphones were wedged into place and a visor clamped over the eyes, which were tuned in to a camera and microphone in the room Kara was kept in. A complicated looking metal collar was slipped over his neck after the suit was in place and with a horrible electric zap, he found he couldn't move on his own. Instead signals were sent to the collar by remote and he had to endure being puppeteered. Forced to serve as a controllable drone and enduring many humiliations, ranging from embarrassing posing, to menial service to yet more rape as his mouth and ass remained vulnerable.

Through it all he had to watch the torments they visited upon Kara. She was strapped down and tickled relentlessly to begin with, her wings spread wide as tools were used to force the horrible sensations on her entire body, even using tools to resume the edging tortures. Once she was weakened from the involuntary laughter, a mask was slipped over her beak, restricting her breathing to a small tube and strapping on the chastity belt once again, though empty this time. Beside the table she was pinned to, sat a large round egg-shaped container filled with some viscous looking gel. When she was unstrapped, giving a pathetic struggle against her captors, she was compressed and pushed into the gel. The lid of the container coming down over her, made of a see-through plastic and rounding off the shape. A voice explained over the microphone, for both their benefits. The substance was laced with an aphrodisiac as well as multiple ingredients that caused it to send constant tingles if it contacted skin. Kara was moving around in the limited space she was afforded as the mix took the expected effect, her body felt on fire with need. A need so powerful that she forgot herself and started trying to rub against the walls of her prison, though the belt meant that not even a fraction of the stimulation got through, and the gel was thick enough that it made her movements sluggish, while also further teasing her when she moved inside of it.

The breathing tube meanwhile was picked up by one of the aggressors, connected to a valve and then screwed shut, starving the bird of air. She was so consumed with her frustration that she didn't notice until many seconds later, revealed by the way her head tossed and eyes stared at the tube. They let her have air again for a brief while, waiting for her to start to lose control again before cutting it off, keeping a rhythm of denying oxygen whenever she tried to find some way to stimulate herself. Eventually the lust was so strong that she pressed on, regardless of the choking, to which the voice instructed the minions to hold her air until she passed out. When she gave way seconds later, they released the valves, letting her breathe again.

Sam, meanwhile was still being driven around by the suit, bent over with his hands rubbing at his ass cheeks wide as if inviting the next cock. He had to endure that in silence as the feed was temporarily halted, sparing him from seeing his unconscious friend, but placing him back into darkness and silence. As a result he become acutely conscious, of the all encompassing rubber prison as his body was moved despite his meagre attempts to resist. The way the strange collar disabled his body from the neck down felt like a unique form of restraint to the fallen hero, but he could feel as yet another shaft pressed below his tail. He let out a soft cry as this was the most imposing intruder all day, strange ridges and bumps finally showing it was instead a large toy. There was additional pressure at the back of his head as whoever mounted him, one of the females having a go with the heftiest strap-on to hand.

She rutted away at him, doggy-style, until she reached her own peak of pleasure, her juices squishing out behind the toy. With one final hilting jolt, she unbuckled the strap-on belt, leaving it stuffed inside Sam. More cocks were forced into the holes in-between his hands as he unwillingly stroked them off before the camera feed flicked back on giving him no option but to watch as they simply repeated Kara's treatment.

She was conscious again, though it had become clear that something inside her had cracked. The constant pressure had driven her body to find asphyxiation arousing, perhaps the very purpose of their torture, and they didn't force her to pass out again.

After another session of the breath control, making sure it had stuck, they opened the egg-shaped container and pulled the bird out, too exhausted and weak to fight back, though that didn't stop them tying her wings to her body again before she was lead out of the room. In his own prison Sam had lost track of time amid the numerous misuses unaware it had grown so late. For the finale of the day, they set up a camera feed pointing straight at him while the puppeteer steered his body to sit in the middle of a room. Many of his assailants in differing stages of undress sat or stood watching. He unwillingly performed for them with strokes and squeezes at the smooth bulge below his waist, making him look desperate and needy and earning many mocking comments, before a bell chimed, signalling the turn of that hour and most of those gathered dispersed.

The last few staying to watch as two uniformed servants stepped toward him. The slit at the back of the suit was pulled open and the hot, exhausted aardwolf pulled out and carried off to be washed down, strapped back into the customary straitjacket and muzzle and locked in the cell where he fell asleep immediately.

The days dragged on, Sam feeling weaker with every one, and Kara begging him more desperately every night to lie with her. Two days later she had been geared up with a gas-mask that regulated her breathing for her, the filters blocking up on a timer to keep her needy through the nights.

Sam couldn't hold on for much longer, his once articulate friend could only think of the arousal she felt, waking up gasping and wet with need, and not listening to any thing he had to say on the matter. He could only imagine how she must feel, and knowing they would never stop ramping up the torments, his resistance started to waver, until it reached a breaking point days later..

Within the cramped confines of the cell, he lowered himself and spread his legs aside, the best he could, having to place his feet against the wall and hold himself there. Kara bounced onto him, rubbing in the teasing way she'd developed, but this time he rose quicker, no longer trying to make himself stay calm. When his rocket was only just starting to peek out of the sheathe she lowered herself onto him with a happy squawk. Tensed up, he felt that he might burst almost immediately but held on to let his companion top him. It would be futile if he came and she didn't, after all, but with how she too had been edged, it took neither of them long, their repressions ending in a climactic rush, sharp and overpowering as their liquids combined and spurted free.

For a moment, Kara's pure blissful delight nearly made Sam glad that he'd acquiesced, and when she slumped forward into relaxed sleep for the first time since their capture, he realised he regretted it less than he thought he would. Peace from the hell she'd endured seemed enough for now and it was all he offer her. He too drifted off, gently moving to a more comfortable posture, she didn't stir when he gently slid from under her and rested against her for the night.

When they woke, Nefaris himself had come to rub in the fact that he knew what had happened. He explained to them as they were tugged deeper into the castle, that Kara was to be rewarded for finally doing as she'd been told, but Sam's reluctance showed he was not as willing as he should be. The first step was that they were moved to a common room just outside the dormitories of the henchmen, and they rarely saw Nefaris from that point, instead giving all his minions free access to the pair.

Kara's reward was an end to the edging, while they still subjected her to many strange things, when she was getting hot and close to orgasm, the minions no longer stopped, letting her cum. Sam, meanwhile, was still kept under the order that he was only permitted to cum when buried inside Kara. The torture turned more sensual as Kara began to change, starting to love her treatment as they used the same chemicals and mix of arousing activities to train her into finding yet more things arousing. Soon she lost her inhibitions and succumbed to nymphomania, starting to beg for the mask to be put on, or even the binding jackets be tightened for the arousing rush it stirred, submitting happily to any who were interested.

Sam's constant restraint made him a poor bedfellow too, unable to truly satisfy her growing standards for intercourse, Kara began to lose interest in coming to him, especially when some of the minions had started treating her with affection, pleased to have such an eager pet willing to service them at all hours. One of those that worked in the technical areas even managed to get permission to have a comfortable collar crafted for her to wear, bearing her name on a tag that she willingly wore with pride, and earning her the freedom enough to leave the common room into the dorms to warm a bed while her partner was still chained to the cold floor.

For the aardwolf, her lack of interest in him meant that he became more pent up than before. Every time he was at the breaking point, desperate to be allowed to cum, Kara was in one of the other rooms, her erotic squawks showing the good time she was having without him. During the time, still more prototype devices, and those in the earlier display which hadn't yet been employed, were used on the duo, keeping the novelty of their plight for all but the most easily bored minions.

It was one such item that Nefaris himself came down to see, and to apply. The crowds pulled back and stood to attention as he walked in, another of his lieutenants bearing a crate that jangled, giving hints of the restraint that lay inside.

"What is it now?" Sam said, his voice simply weary from it all, the fight had fled from him, he knew he was close to breaking. Even the most stubbornly heroic part of him had given up the ghost, his self-preservation and lusty desires urging him to just let this next twist of the knife come.

"Oh, don't look so sad..." Nefaris replied, pulling out a leather mask, fitted to go over Sam's head while holding an outer shape of a more common dog. "...your lovely partner here has taken to being a pet so well, we thought you might be a bit more co-operative if you had the same treatment." Kara had waddled over to him and seemed to be preening as he reached one hand down to stroke her head. From her own newly warped perspective, Nefaris' presence usually meant some ingenious and unusual device, which also meant a good hard fucking to follow. He kept his eyes on Sam as he commanded the aardwolf to put the mask on, even now the villain was delighted to see the forlorn hopelessness that lead Sam to pick it up and figure out how it strapped on, fumbling for the catches. Soon his head was covered, limiting his vision to small holes. A leather and latex bitch-suit was pulled out of the crate, the legs stumpy and thickly padded where the elbows and knees would soon be locked. It was a neck entry design, a short zipper going to one shoulder with an open zip on each sleeve helped facilitate getting it on the aardwolf, who barely resisted as he was dressed. Each zip locked when it was fully shut, stopping any but a key holder from opening them, and with his arm and legs folded like that, he'd not be able to remove them from their pouches. Effectively trapped inside, he sighed in defeat as his groin was handled and the ring that kept him stiff dragged back on.

Unsurprisingly to him the aardwolf still felt the chill of air at his crotch, and as Nefaris shrugged off his robe once again, he beckoned to the bird. "Kara, be a dear and help me out would you? I promise you'll be strictly bound for what follows if you get me good and ready for your friend."

The bird was all too happy to oblige, scampering over to Nefaris, her beak opening wide as her tongue started to play over his flaccid length, careful not to pinch as she slid it in. She hadn't been given any of the special formula for a while, so her throat was in its natural state, however the koala's length was none too daunting anyway, the bird able to touch her beak to his belly without impeding her breathing.

A magpie, her instructions cleared on the way down, had clipped on a collar and leash and was dragging Sam around on all fours, making him get used to walking in the bitch-suit if he didn't want to choke. "Good girl." Nefaris crooned when he was solid and throbbing. Gesturing to his attendant minions who grabbed the bird and brought out the objectifying sleeve. Cinching it around her until only her lower hole and head was showing, the hood not being attached this time, and carrying her to a low frame that barely rose off the ground. It held Kara on her front, and she trilled happily as her squirms did nothing to get her loose. The arousal building inside her already thanks to the obscene conditioning she'd undergone.

Sam was brought around to the frame, it was low enough for him to step over, Kara tilted at an angle that he could mount her from behind, and from the way they forced him closer, panting from effort, that's what they had in mind. His own morals destroyed by the repetition of what he would have considered taboo before his captivity, he'd come to find Kara more alluring and the sight of her trussed up and presented to him hit at some erotic sensation. As such, he may have managed even without the earlier fondling from the minions. He was in his own world, there, staring ahead at Kara, when he felt the pressure behind him. Nefaris having arrived from behind, pressing the small of the aardwolf's back to drive him over to Kara. His own manhood pressing along Sam's tail. "Y-yes, please, fuck me!" Kara crowed out when she felt Sam's body bump into her back. "Come on Sam! They'll even let you cum if we're both doing it!" She said, trying enthusiastically to tempt him. Not that he had much choice as Nefaris' hands went down to handles either side of him, pinning the aardwolf between himself and the bound bird. He went in to his rump easily enough, still wet from Kara's earlier attention.

Sam yiped as his hole was spread around the invading flesh pole, still reflexively bucking forward. His cock brushed against the damp spot of Kara's need, but slid over, and she huffed a gently frustrated mewl. Nefaris took slow and long circles with his hip, pulling back out and then stuffing back in as he used his own body to make Sam aim for his partner. The telltale moan from the dog-mask showed when the target had finally been reached. "Kara... I'm so sorry." He whispered softly.

The bird laughed light-heartedly, wiggling herself below eagerly. "Don't be Sam, just fuck me!" Her mind corrupted to the point that she didn't hear the note of self-loathing regret that he still felt.

The thrusting from Nefaris increased in tempo, keeping short to ensure that any hump he made caused his former enemy to screw his own partner. His conquest shining on his face as those gathered started to cheer him on while jeering the fallen 'pets'. Instead of silencing them, he raised one hand to hype up his audience, carte blanche for them to go wild with excitement. All three participants had gained endurance over the heroes' captivity and so Nefaris was able to lead them in a show as he shagged for all he was worth. Laughing uproariously in glee, only half of it erotic, the rest exulting in his victory as Sam himself had submitted and was humping on his own. Kara was the loudest participant, crying in joy as she felt herself getting closer as her walls tugged along Sam's shaft. Some of the minions getting off so much on the show that their own climax stained the floor before any of the three succumbed.

Sam fell first, his ropes of seed shooting into the bird, as his body tensed up, but he was made to keep humping by the pinning pressure of the koala, who pressed on to make sure that Kara was second, the ring keeping Sam from softening too much. When she let out that final squawk of bliss, Nefaris stopped holding himself back and pulled out to release over the aardwolf's back. "Good news ladies and gentlemen!" He shouted, rounding to his crew. "You may now do whatever your depraved hearts dream of to this pair. You saw it all, they've grown so in love with each other they can even fuck while an audience watches. Isn't it just touching?" A cheer echoed through the room as Nefaris made his exit, laughing loudly. Sam's arousal diminished by his climax, he curled up in the tight suit, feeling the fresh shame, but Kara sounded as if she was good for round two straight away. The koala didn't look back, since the heroes had fallen into his clutches, he'd secured his territory and now reigned unopposed. But it was only this night's show that told him what he wanted to know, he had truly conquered it all.

Nefaris' army was only given two more days to enjoy their full rights over the pair. The permission to let him cum had rekindled the interest of several who'd grown bored of Sam, and he found himself constantly firing blanks thanks to how often they milked him dry. Using any number of strange concoctions in the lab to keep his energy up or force more lust on him.

On the third day, they'd been returned to the tight jackets and rigid chastity on the boss' orders, with Sam now reluctantly sporting a matching collar to the one Kara wore gladly. Teased until the evening when some of the villains elite guard came by to drag them out of the rooms they were in and lead them to meet Nefaris once more. Something in the air had changed, almost feeling like he bore them no further malice, as he took them on a slow tour of the castle's upper wing. Neither understood his purpose until Nefaris spoke out, while strolling down a corridor with two huge doors at the end. "Consider this my final test, heroes. I've seen enough to know Kara would love to be your pet rather than ours, if you could but treat her as she desired. And you can't pretend you don't lust for her now. So, since you're both so far fallen and no longer a threat to me, I've decided to let you rise in status. You will be our pleasure slaves rather than prisoners. And this" Sweeping an arm wide as they reached the door, in response to which it was flung open, revealing a softly decorated chamber, huge in proportion, though with no windows or outside light. A bed dominated it, all full of fine silk and soft covers, a wonderful suite in all. "...will be your new room. I'll send someone by to explain your new duties in the morning. But please, have an evening to yourselves."

He gestured to two of his guards, who went to each of the pair, removing the cuffs and restraints they bore, leaving both naked, save for the collars. The first time they'd both been left unbound, and as the door was shut behind them, in privacy. Though Sam suspected there might be cameras watching them, still, he didn't care.

The two of them were feeling the effects of the teasing, and so they both drifted onto the soft bed. They both looked into each others eyes, sharing a moment. "Kara, I'm sorry that I led us into a trap, I'm sorry for all the things you had to endure because of my stubbornness, I just didn't want to believe we'd lost. But if all Nefaris wants is us docile, now that he's had his revenge, I'll just be glad we're together."

The bird smiled, nestling against his side, "And I didn't mean to snub you, the desires they built up in me... I just couldn't control them, and I knew you hated having to satisfy me. But, if this is to be our life, I'd rather admit to always having had these thoughts about you." Sam raised his brows in surprise. Kara continued though. "Oh don't look so shocked, why do you think I was always so snipey whenever other women were catching your eye. I thought it could never be-." A gentle finger on the tip of her beak silenced her. Sam sighing as he looked down at his friend and partner.

He spoke to her in gentle tones. "Then let's make love. Just the two of us, none of Nefaris' tricks, no force. He gave us the evening off, so let's see if we can make this work." She nodded. It was something she'd dreamt of, the two of them pairing together of their own volition. Sam lay on his back, and Kara climbed onto his chest, the two of them brushing each other tenderly. He gasped as her beak pressed into his chest, pinching sensually. The aardwolf shut his eyes, as the delicate long feathers brushed his sides. When he felt it was time to reciprocate, he rolled onto his side, his dull clawed fingers poking her gently in the spots he'd seen her tickled before. Not enough to make her fall about laughing, just manipulating her sensually to excitement. It had the desired effect, using that conditioned training in a positive way. As they started getting increasingly intimate, both rising to the mood, Sam figured out how he would take her for the first fully consensual time. He rose up, legs spreading behind him as his rod had grown full mast.

When he was on his knees, Kara opened herself in a welcoming display. Sam took hold of her below the wings and lifted her in front of him, pressing chest to chest as he slowly slid her down toward the promise. "Don't go too soft on me, now." She teased, to which Sam grinned. Tightening his grip on her sides, he lined himself up and thrust deep.

They didn't see the ray that struck them, locking their bodies in that pose. The source hidden behind a sheet on a wall. This had been Nefaris' plan all along, wait for them to both willingly copulate, and then trap them there. The one mercy they were given, which the villain would have removed if he could, was that they were unaware. To them that single moment was merely stretched on in their stasis.

The pair were moved out of the chambers and taken to a plinth beside in a long open gallery, the path all visitors had to take on the way to his new throne room. All who came before him, whether of choice or captivity, would see the fate of those who stood against the koala. He knew that other heroes would rise to challenge his empire as it expanded, maybe even rival villains would try to supplant him. He would humiliate them all, break them down, and then, when his conquest was complete, they'd end up on display with those two. A warning monument of the price of defiance.

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