FSE

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This lemon contains sexual situations involving characters from Star Fox Adventures. Do no proceed if you are under eighteen or this material is Illegal in your jurisdiction. If you wish to contact me positively, I am mrredrover on AOL, and my email is [[email protected]](%5C).

This is chapter 2 of my newest lemon series. This was originally going to be a mega-lemon. But blame Vixentamer. He keeps drawing and drawing art for this, that there were far too many pictures to add to one mega lemon, so I am breaking the series up. This lemon is pretty much all rape, contains very minor blood, torture and lactation.

Servitude and Slavery

Chapter 2

A Snake in the Grass

"Uh huh uh uh..." Krystal's tongue hung out like a dog, her eyes tearing a little from exhaustion. She panted hard as another rough dick violated her cunt again. Number forty-seven since she woke up... Krystal was keeping track though she didn't know why, perhaps if only to keep her mind focused on something. The lizard fucking her cunt was the twenty-eight to use her pussy. Thirty-five had used her mouth, and she was taken in the ass a dozen times. The numbers didn't add up to forty-seven, mainly because many of the lizard creatures liked to start in one place, and finish off in another. She was getting rather sloppy now, the cream dripping out of her pussy as she let out another moan as she was cummed in once moan.

It was getting late. Torches burned on the upper moss covered stonewalls, giving the place an eerie atmosphere. The Lizardmen looked even more frightening in the dark. Krystal could see one final soldier stroking himself hard with his left hand. The speed he was moving, Krystal could swear it looked painful. But judging from the satisfied groan from the scaly solider, he was enjoying it. Krystal let out another moan, very weak as she was positioned on her hands and knees. Number forty-seven, a red-scaled lizard man with a yellow belly, was humping her cunt like no tomorrow. Krystal had yet to catch many names, she began to wonder if they even had names. All they would to is line up, and fuck her raw.

The lizardman solider in her cunt withdrew, Krystal panting as he wiped his cock off on her tail as a final bit of indignity. Krystal hung her head, her lower regions tingling a little. Krystal blushed in spite of herself, not from her nudity, but from the fact she felt a tingle of enjoyment from the fucking. Ever since she got used to the rough cocks, their was far less pain. Of course it still hurt when a lizardman fucked her raw in the ass, and their was an occasional slap or strike. But since the General had put a stop to the harsh abuse, the lizards were far more gentle. Krystal almost missed the pain. The pleasure, however slight and fleeting, made her feel sick to her stomach. To enjoy such things, even on a purely involuntarily level, made her feel sick.

Krystal did not have time to think much about it more. The final customer of the night came into the stable after his buddy left. Krystal started to turn on her back. She found the missionary position the most comfortable. But it meant staring at those reptiles as they raped her. She didn't get far though. The new lizardman merely grabbed her by the arm, forcing them behind her back. "Gah!" Krystal yelped once as the claws dug a bit into her fur. "Not so rough!" She snapped, a bit of her old warrior self resurfacing. She could probably gut him now, but then what? She would still be trapped with no chance to escape. Best to hold her time.

The lizardman snorted once. "Me want to tie up cow." He laughed as he forced her arms behind her back, tying them up with some coarse rope. Even through her thick blue fur, the fox princess could feel the rough texture rubbing her skin.

"Yes, whatever...." Krystal sighed as she allowed herself to be bound. She hated submitting, but it was far more important she escape. Despite the indignity, she endured it all. She just hoped she would be the one to castrate the General for this.

The ropes were bound, Krystal lying on her side in the hay. "Better." The Lizardman spoke as he grabbed her left leg and lifted it up. His cock, hard from the previous masturbation, slid in the well-fucked hole with easy.

"Uhhhh...." Krystal panted a little, feeling a tingle of pleasure. Fuck, she didn't want cum again. She did it once today, and it seemed to delight her captors when she showed even the slightest pleasure. "Just... finish up quick."

"Good slut." The lizardman laughed as he just started to pound hard and fast, no foreplay what so ever. "Many soldiers to fuck, slut need rest I know."

"Gah...." Krystal shuddered again. Damn it was starting to feel good again, that feeling of slight pleasure. Krystal teared a little in her eyes trying not to show any emotion. This lizardman did not seemed concerned in her well being in any way. He just wanted to cum, which suited Krystal just fine. The fox moaned a bit, despite herself, the solider slamming in her tight little snatch again and again.

"Uh uh uh...." The scaly solider panted. He was pretty close before he took Krystal, having stroked himself while watching the other soldier fuck the fox captor good and hard. But as good as masturbation felt, fox cunt, even cummy fox cunt, was far better. He slammed into the panting fox again and again, his powerful hips bounding. Krystal was moaning harder now, drooling on to the rough hay under her.

Krystal panted. The warmth felt good, the air was chilly in the nighttime. The warm cock filling her, the hot breath hitting the back of her neck Krystal came. Not very hard, but enough to make her let out a pathetic little whimper of pleasure. The Lizardman did not notice, or if he did, he did not care. He merely came into the whim

A little wave of warmth filled her lower regions, Krystal's pants slowing down as she felt the rough dick withdraw from her body. Krystal hung her head, not even looking back as the unknown soldier withdrew himself a moment later. Satisfied, he walked out of her stable for a minute, leaving the bound girl on the stable floor.

Krystal waited for a minute, cheek pressed into the hay, the chain around her neck clacking softly left and right. No other soldiers came.... It looked like there were no more takers for her tonight. "Finally..." she panted, trying to get up. She failed her first time, landing on her breasts, another squirt of milk landing on the floor. The warrior woman whimpered a bit. Her breasts were so much more sensitive every since that witch doctor drugged her up. She finally got on her knees the second try, looking around her pen, her home, once more. . The collar around her neck hung loosely, but not enough for her to escape. A bucket was off to one side in a corner, for Krystal to do her business, giving Krystal no privacy from the open face stables. More than once she was trying to relieve herself when a solider came along (They could at least give me a shred of dignity) Krystal thinks to herself, pulling at her wrists behind her, seeing if she could escape. No such luck, the ropes were bound tight. She sighed softly, looking at her dog dishes. "Kow" was written on each of the bowls, Cow spelt wrong. Krystal didn't bother correcting them. It was the last bit of hidden defiance she had going for her.

A low rumble from her belly reminded Krystal she was starving. She had been fucked for hours straight, loosing track of time. She knee walked over to the bowl, sighing as she looked in. The water bowl was full of room temperature water, and a chunk of stale bread was in the centre of the food one. However, both the water bowl and bread had gobs of cum stuck to them. The other soldier must have jacked off again while his buddy raped her once more. The Lizardmen took great delight in humiliating her. At first, Krystal would have not eaten, but that was weeks ago. She bent her head down, lapping at the water bowl like a dog, drinking her thirst away, before turning to the bread. She wolfed it down quickly, before she could taste the dried semen on the crust. It took the ebb off her hunger, but it was hardly enough for her... each day she was a little more hungry, the bread was just not enough for her.

Krystal sighed as she pulled once more at her bounds, but she could not budge them. But right now she did not even care. A cold wind was blowing directly into her stable. Krystal shuddered, for a split second missing the warmth of another body, even a cold-blooded body of a reptile. Krystal made her way to the far corner of her pen, under the burning lamp. She used her muzzle like a dog, making a next in the hay to offer some protection from the wind. Then, exhaustion finally caught up. She barely had time to lie down in the pen, before falling fast asleep, restless dreams of rape and fear filling her.

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Skreeeeee.... The metal ring on the wire made a dull scraping sound as Krystal walked back and forth. This has been her home for many days now. She was thankful for the change of scenery from the dank bar... there she was raped constantly and non-stop. The Sharpclaw army, the name of the army Krystal discovered, used her constantly. 72 hours. No food, no drink. Just constant fucking. She had passed out around the second day mark. That didn't stop the rape. Luckily the General wanted to fuck her again, and found her half dead. She was taken off the bar, and allowed to mend, after the General had his way with her of course.

Krystal walked back and forth in front of her stable. It looked like one time it had housed cows or horses, or some quadruped animal native to this planet. Now she was the sole occupant. The walking did a little to calm her nerves. She exercised whenever she could, regaining some of the strength she lost. (I will not die as a sex slave... I will escape this punishment and take down the Sharpclaw army, no matter how long it takes!). Krystal walked back and forth in the early morning. The Lizardmen were a cold-blooded race. They seemed to shy away from the early morning cold, so often Krystal had the first couple of hours to herself. Krystal would take this time to exercise and stretch a little. Her body was so sore from the non-stop orgy. She would give anything for a good full body massage right now. Of course she wouldn't dare request such a thing from these horrid creatures. The rough touch of their scaly hands was nearly as bad as those sandpaper dicks. Freeing her own paws took the better part of the morning, and a little bit of fur as well. But now her arms were finally free. A shame that she could not escape from the metal collar, and the stonewalls that surrounded.

Her capture now was a bit better... for lack of a better term. She was forced to have sex constantly, but she had breaks now. The general did not want her dead. A list of rules were attached to the side of the stables for the soldiers who earned the right to use her for some time. The rules were simple, yet crudely written, scratched in the old wood on the side of the barn.

1) Don't kill

2) Don't injure

3) Keep your time

4) General has priority

Simple rules, but they helped, in the best writing the Lizardmen could muster. Most were illiterate, though the General seemed smarter than most. Krystal was quite amazed they even knew the word for priority. These Lizardmen were quite simple, to say the least. The first two rules were her favourite, for obvious reasons. The fucking became a little less brutal. No lizardman wanted to endure the general's wrath. General Scales was not the kind to those who disobeyed him.

Footsteps came from the mouth, Krystal sighing a bit. It wasn't time for her food and water, so that can only mean one thing. Two soldiers from the Sharpclaw army. Obviously they had done something for a reward. In what little talking the reptiles did when they were fucking her, Krystal gathered she was more of a trophy now for soldiers. She could hardly blame them in some obscure way... she had yet so see a single female in the entire army. (It's possible the female of the species are simply small and frail to such an extent they are useless in battle. Or possible the male gender vastly outnumbers the males to such an extent that females are protected.) Krystal sighed as the scaled creatures came close, one shouting. "Today, me first!" While the other grumbled out a "second." (But more likely than not, they are just a male superiority society...seeing how they treat me.)

Krystal got down on all fours and face away. Doggy style was not a bad position, and she did not feel like looking in some retarded soldiers face as he raped her. The only problem with this position Krystal knew is it offered her tail hole as easily as her cunt. (Bah... I know all this. Positions, slang... these bastards are turning me into a slut.) That thought disgusted Krystal as a solider walked behind her, shoving a finger up her snatch. Krystal growled... just enough to show she didn't want this. But other than that, she took the finger.

"Stop." The finger was removed from her cunt a second later. Krystal sighed; She did not need to turn around. She recognized the voice, the witch doctor once more. Krystal let out a bit of a sigh as she turned around, still on all fours. The witchdoctor fucked her like all the others, but sometimes he like to experiment with drugs and chemicals. One time, he found a drug that made her so horny, she could hardly help herself. She was dripping wet for three days straight. Thank god that drug was rare, or they probably would keep her pumped full of the aphrodisiac all the time. As it was, her tits still leaked breast milk from the other treatments. A testament as to how little these creatures regarded women and life. "General wants you now." The red-scaled lizardman spoke with a grin as he walked over to her collar, taking a key and freeing her from her the line over head.

"Oh." Krystal whimpered as the chain was yanked on. She suddenly wished it were one of the soldiers. As bad as they were, fucking the general was always worse. The soldiers feared the General. They would not hurt her, or go against the general's orders. General Scales? Had no one to keep him in line.... And it showed.

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Krystal hung her mouth open, taking a deep breath. She wished she hadn't, because she got a nostril full of the scaly general. The dick was an ugly thing to behold, the blue vixen still could not get used to the site. It looked liked a stretch of gravel road, even compared to the rest of the soldiers. It was far larger to. The general could probably not find a willing lizard female to take that thing. Though, Krystal would not put it past the General to force himself upon another female of his own kind.

"Good Cow." The General smiled as Krystal took the cock head in her mouth with no hesitation, suckling softly. She had gotten better at cock sucking in the last several weeks. Most of the Lizardmen left after they came, so it was in Krystal best interest to get them off fast. And she still preferred to use her mouth. That is what she got on her knees, and just to suck at the vile scaly penis. "Yeah... suck cow. Suck good." The General panted softly, the vixen nursing between his legs. He reached behind her, grabbing the tail and squeezing hard. He did enjoy the feel of soft fox fur. Far better than the rougher touch of the females.

Krystal sucked harder on he reptile cock, feeling the arm drool drip down the back of her head. While she loathed the taste, she had learnt one thing. Her mouth was far the best place to take the large cock, any reptile cock. The general usually was satisfied with one cum, and would not bother her for a day or three afterwards. She could taste salty precum starting to leak from the cock after around the five-minute mark. "On back cow." The general hissed softly. Krystal winced, she quickly sucked as hard as her lungs allowed, trying to get the cum from the balls in one last desperate attempt. "I said back cow!" The general pushed Krystal back with his real hand, Krystal landing back on the bed. She suddenly saw the general's blades coming down at her neck. She screamed in spite of herself, seeing her life flashing in front of her eyes.

There was a whoosh of air as Krystal felt the blades slide on the side of her neck, Krystal coughing suddenly as a heaving weight pressed in the front of her neck. (I'm alive?) She thought in amazement, her paws reaching to grab the cool metal wrist on her throat. General Scales it seemed had quite some skill with those blades. There was just enough space between the blades for her neck sit. Even though, she felt to small cuts on her shoulder as the general pressed more weight into her neck. "Please... air..." Krystal coughed, her air supply reduced. She vainly tried to pull the arm back, but the General was far stronger than her.

"Cow should listen." The General growled as he yanked her legs apart, sliding in between the velvety thighs. "Cow can get air when I am done." The general lines up with her wet cunt hole, and pressed in one solid motion. His hips were no less powerful than his arms.

"Gaaahhhh...." Krystal coughs, still fighting the arm on her throat. Each breath was a ragged gasp as she struggled. The horrible stretching of her pussy seemed almost second to the horrible rough cock in her cunt. It was nowhere as bad as the first time the general took her pussy, but it still hurt like hell. Spit flew from Krystal's mouth as the general humped again and again, spots forming in front of Krystal's eyes. "Please general!" Krystal coughed; she was becoming light headed now, no longer able to focus her eyes. "Air!"

"Fuck cow should listen!" The general shouted again as he redouble his tempo. Krystal could feel fresh bruises forming insider of her as the rough cock slammed in her again and again.

The paws around the bladed weapon became weaker, though Krystal fought with a survival instinct. She was slammed into hard and fast, the general holding down her left leg so he can get in her even deeper. "Ahhh..." Krystal cried as she felt the general come at last, how long it was, she could not say. Time was becoming a blue with the heavy weight slowly crushing her windpipe.

The darkness faded from Krystal finally, the first sense coming back was pain on the back of her head. It took her several more minutes to realize that she was being dragged across the floor. The general had her long hair clutched tightly. She was dragged on hr but across the rough ground, her fur getting dusty and marked. Krystal raised her hands, grabbing the general by the wrist to relive some pressure. She flipped her self on her knees so she could follow more willing and to relieve some of the force on her mane. "Bah... dumb cow awake...." Krystal looked up, slapped in the face once with the back of his clawed hand.

"Yelp!" Krystal was surprised at the sudden blow, not expecting it. She whimpered softly, ashamed even at the sound, as blood dripped softly from her left nostril. "Sorry General..." Krystal coughed softly, her neck still sore as she was half dragged by her hair out of the general's relatively lavish headquarters. Her cunt ached from the brutal fucking. Even after all the times the general had taken her, she was still the sorest after the general used her. She looked down at her breasts, seeing some more blood from her shoulders where the general had cut her. It wasn't serious, but Krystal began to wonder, how long would it be before the General went too far one day?

"Ssseventy-one, sssseventy-two...." Krystal lifted her head a bit. The voice was not a lizardman. It was deeper, and the S's coming as long hisses.

A new creature was talking to the witch doctor and a few other lizardman. He was reptilian, though he was clearly a snake, his body over ten feet long, a brown rattle on the end of his tail. He wore a small cap with a long feather on the top, as if advertising his position to anyone who could see. What was most striking were his arms. Technically he had no arms, as he was his snake. But instead, four metal arms, surprisingly thin, were attached to him at his chest level. Each of these metal hands had three fingers, and moved with surprisingly accuracy. Both of his left hands were writing in an electronic ledger, while the other two counted gold coins from the sack. "Anddd sseventy-five...." The snake salesman hissed. "All this seems in order." The snakeman smiled as he held on to the sack, gesturing to several large crates. "A pleasure doing.... Oh my." The thin pupils narrow on Krystal. For the first time in a long time Krystal blushed, she must have realized the state she looked like. For the first time in a long time, she covered herself.

The witch doctor looked to the general. "Our General, sir." The witch doctor saluted quickly, as did the two soldiers on either side of him. "Hebi brings us new supplies General."

General Scales snorted. "Good. Put in storage." The General held on to Krystal's hair as he spoke, as if she was not even there.

"Yess, yesss, yesss...." Hebi, as Krystal now learnt his name, slithering up to Krystal on a fluid motion, grabbing her collar with one metal paw. "But I mean this creature... I have seen the female of your species before, and this one is nothing like them." The snake merchant moves his hand away from the collar just as quick.

The general snorts, lifting Krystal up by her long hair. She howls a bit, only her toes touching. "Our cow and toy. She makes good milk and sucks cock good."

Krystal turns away, embarrassed to be displayed to a total stranger, her legs still sticky with the general's load. "Ohhh she is lovely... I will give you 100 gold for her right now."

Laughter from the general. "She good cow. We keep her. Maybe when she get old, we sell her to you." The rest of the Lizardmen laughed with their general of course.

Hebi sighed, which resembled a long hiss. "200 gold then? She would make a decent servant." More laughter from the Lizardmen. "250?" Hebi stood up on his tail, actually as tall as the general, but nowhere near as imposing.

"No. She my cow. Soft and tight." The general suddenly pushed back on Hebi, Hebi falling back into the crates roughly. "You no get her, understand?" General Scales growled slightly as the snake as he lay sprawled on the boxes.

"My apologies..." Hebi regained himself, not too surprised it seemed. Part of the risk of dealing with the lizard army. "But if you do wish to sell her, or tire of her, I will make you a good offer. Even if she is dead... her pelt would make a fine rug." Hebi smiled broadly, flicking out his tongue, moving with a reptilian grace from the crates, before disappearing into his ship.

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Krystal whimpered in her new home, trying to clean herself off as best she could with a bit of water from her dog dish. She hoped they would remember to refill her dish tomorrow. Her cunt was quite red and sore, and odds were good the General would use her tomorrow. She felt so close to release, that snake trying to buy her. A servant would be far better than the life here, as a mere toy and source of amusement for the general's army. She would kill the general given half the chance, but she would die herself. And she needed to escape, to warn her people. She shuddered to think what would happen if her people were enslaved by these barbarians. Until then, she would bide her time, despite... this.

Her stomach rumbled loudly, voracious hunger filling her once more. She looked around once, blushing as she did something that ashamed her.... She grabbed her left nipple and began to squeeze softly. A small drop of milk squirted on the to the bottom of her food bowl, followed by a splatter more. Krystal moaned softly as she milked her left tit for a moment, before doing the right one. She had gotten quite good at when the first idea struck her a while back. Whatever that witch doctor of a lizardman did to her, she was still lactating. Normally the Lizardmen would try and suck her, but one time they did not suck her tits for two days. Her breasts became painfully swollen, and Krystal had milked herself into her water bowl... she looked at the small saucer of milk, and she could not help herself. Now, whenever Krystal had some alone time, she would repeat the procedure. Her fingers were so much gentler than the lizard's scaly claws, and to be honest, it felt good when she milked herself.

The fox downed the bowl of milk, hardly a mouthful but it took the edge of her hunger. It was quite tasty compared to the normal food she was fed. She was omnivorous, like most canine species. But she rarely got protein. Not counting the sperm she was forced to suckle. The milk was rich with vitamins and nutrients, and slightly sweet too. She licked her lips greedily, closing her eyes to enjoy the flavour.

Krystal shivered as a breeze hit her; it was a cold north wind again. Her nipples became hard from the blowing breeze, the fox shivering in the moonlight. She shuddered a lit and moved into the stables, the chain around her neck sliding on the overhead wire. She whimpered softly as she wrapped her fuzzy tail around her body, making a small nest in the hay. She tried to cover herself with the dry bedding, but there simply wasn't enough. She wasn't allowed any blankets or coverings... why should a sex slave be allowed anything that would cover her body?

Bzzzzz.....

Krystal looked around, a high pitch buzzing sound near her left ear. She swatted instinctively. "Fleas now?" Krystal sighs, she shouldn't be surprised, what with the conditions she was living in. Trying to be a clean fox with no running water or even a toilet made it hard. Already her fur was getting shaggy and unkempt. It is amazing how you missed things like a brush or a toothbrush when you no longer have them.

"Hey!" A voice hissed close to her left ear. "This equipment is expensive!"

"Huh?" Krystal whipped around, a sudden jerk on her chain reminding her she was restrained. "Who's there?"

"On your collar!" Krystal fumbled on her collar, suddenly feeling a metal bump, about the size of a half a gold ball. It slid off the metal, attached by a simple magnet. It was black, with a speaker in the middle.

"Who... who is this?" Krystal spoke softly into the microphone; glancing at the door for fear someone might come in suddenly and see her.

"Hebi, I slipped this on your collar when I grabbed it, but we can discus this later!" Hebi hissed loudly into the other end. "Now, press the button on the side."

Krystal did so, a small compartment opening up, a large red pill on the inside. "There's a red pill in here."

"Good.... When you swallow it, it will put you in a coma. It will make you look like you are dead... a good doctor would be able to tell the difference... but I doubt the witch doctor has the brains to even check a pulse." Hebi relayed instructions on the microphone.

Krystal fumbled the red pill in her paw. "Is this safe?" After all, something that puts you into a coma doesn't sound too promising.

"Any safer than being a pet to the General?" Hebi asked through the mike. "You have to trust me. I've done this before. Dump the microphone in your bucket or toilet, then swallow. I don't want the General to find out about this, if you get my drift. I don't have much time to talk. The battery on this only last a short time"

Krystal nodded as she looked at the pill. It may kill her, and suicide was far from a worthy death of a soldier. But, it may be her salvation. The snake had no reason to kill her; the risk to him was quite bad as well. "Down the hatch." Krystal sighed as she popped the pill, swallowing once. In only a moment, she felt her eyelids grow impossibly heavy. She fell backwards into the hay, dead to the world.

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"Bah stupid cow choked to death." General Scales growled softly as Hebi lifted Krystal with his tail by her slender waist.

"A shame...." Hebi chuckled softly as he turned to the general, handing him 10 gold coins. "She looked like she was a good cow, as you so put it."

"You said 250 coins!" The general snarled as she shook his fist at the snake.

"When she was alive, my dear general. You must admit, she was far more useful to you when she was still alive... not she is nothing more than a pelt and maybe some exotic meat." Hebi smiled cruelly.

The general snorted, he did not like being ripped off. "200 coins." He snarled at the snake.

"20... and I will send you some meat back when I prepare her." The snake salesman knew enough to give a little. The general was the kind to slit a throat if he lost an argument completely. "And I will give you an extra 10 gold for any trinkets, items, or clothing you have left for her. I may be able to sell them for a profit."

The general looked angrily at Hebi. Little creature... he could snap what passes for his neck before the greedy snake took another breath.... But he was right. The cow was worthless now. And the snake did supply him with many weapons and supplies. "30 gold." General Scales replied in kind.

Hebi smiled softly, one of his mechanical arms reaching into a sack, pulling out triple the coins from before. "A pleasure doing business with you general."

FUN FACT - The first book I read with an adult breast milk drinking? The Grapes of Wrath.

That was chapter 2 of my newest lemon series. I am liking this series, a bit more extreme than my usual lemons. Any comments, suggestions, or even more fan art please send to [email protected] or contact me on AOL IM as mrredrover.