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"Okay, that's marker Theta-12 cleared. Ease up on the thrusters Marco, if we get into the gravity field of that moon we'll have to waste fuel pulling out. Speaking of... Solen how are we doing?" Lucy asked, doing a quick mid-air turn to look up at her young navigation officer.

"We're... one second... we've burned 2.3% less than our estimate for this leg of the journey." The young otter replied, quietly and with a hint of anxiety in her voice. Lucy couldn't help but dwell on how different the timid girl was from her twin.

"If we're under our estimate, what's the big deal about the moon's pull, ma'am?" Marco asked, and despite the fact that she thought he was a bit of a hothead (at least for an ensign on his training mission) she had to admit he seemed to respect his seniors. Now I just have to get him to respect deep space...

"Always try to do a little better than estimates and averages. That way if something goes bad you won't get caught with your pants down..." came the response from Selandra, their gunner who was obviously a bit bored. She'd craned her neck up to look at Marco but 'up' was a relative term. Anyone stepping on to the control deck of the O.S.F. "Generation" would have probably sprained their neck trying to follow the conversation, to say nothing of the nausea that someone not used to zero gravity would have to deal with.

Technically, at least looking from the ship-down perspective, Solen was on the ceiling, Marco was on the left bulkhead, Selandra on the right with their captain floating serenely in the middle. The ship had gravity generators, of course, but they were generally used only in an emergency. If something broke, spilled or shattered there was really no way to clean the mess up without a downward direction for the droplets or fragments to fall.

But unlike most space-faring species, the otters vastly preferred a weightless environment. To start with they were relatively small and nimble, and even though they walked upright when not in zero-G nature had not seen it necessary to change them all that much from their feral ancestors. And the little devices each crewmember had on their wrists were the real reason why they worked best like this. The little technological marvels compensated for the difference in density between air and water, meaning the otters could move through the ship's atmosphere just as gracefully as their ancestors could swim.

"All right then, we're clear to move on. Nav, point us to our next heading. Helm, you can start turning us around, but take it easy on the thrusters. This is just a little training ship so it won't mind that kind of stunt, but when you're piloting the bigger rigs you'll..." Lucy began but was interrupted in her lecture by an alarm and flashing light coming from Selandra station.

"Shit, we've got something on proximity scanners!" the weapons officer said, her shoulders tensing as nimble fingers danced over the displays.

Even over the noise of the alarm the captain could hear the ship's turrets hum to life as her gunner primed every weapon they had. Normally she would have reprimanded her second in command for using that kind of language on duty, and in front of trainees no less, but she knew Selandra was a veteran despite not being that much older than her two ensigns. Even though she was hot-tempered, she was also disciplined, and not prone to outbursts like that if she wasn't seriously worried.

"Where did they come from?" Lucy asked, already feeling a fool for letting a training ship get caught up in a mess like this.

"My guess from behind that moon. Damn rock's so ferrous it's just a giant magnet. If they stayed on the opposite side and kept their drive on idle, it would have been enough to hide them from anything but a full sensor sweep." her gunner swore, but despite the tension in her voice her fingers were steady as she aimed the turrets at the hulking shape now visible on the main display.

Unlike the sleek training vessel they were aboard, the ship accelerating towards them was - by Lucy's standards - a hulk. Its crude shape betrayed an unsophisticated civilization despite the fact they were obviously space-faring, but it was the noticeably slap-dash maintenance that made it clear what it was. It was a ship that wasn't welcome at any of the way-stations that were common enough even on the fringes of explored space. A ship that was most likely wanted, along with its crew. In short, a pirate vessel.

"Marco, take us out of the system. The sooner we're clear we can jump and leave them in the dust."

"U-understood. Plotting a direct course out..." the young pilot stammered before being cut off by the captain.

"No, use an evasive flight pattern! It will cost us in speed but if they hit us we might wind up dead in the water anyway." Lucy corrected her young helmsman. She wished she had someone more experienced for this, since despite the fact Marco was a promising young ensign she could see he was more shaken by this than he was letting on. His sister, always the shy and quiet one was mute with terror but still doing her job. And the two didn't even really know just how much they had to fear from the approaching ship.

The hulk rushing after them was faster than it had appeared, but Lucy knew their ship would be optimized for ambushes. Their sub-light engines would be decent, enough for a sprint towards their target, but it would take them longer to make the jump to trans-light speeds. If they could just get to open space, they'd leave them well behind.

The pirates began shooting the moment they were in rage, full-on barrages that so far weren't hitting the ship, at least not enough to do more than rattle against their hull. But the salvos were serving to rattle her two junior crewmen. In the end Marco got a little too spooked and increased the angles of his zigzagging flight until they were losing too much speed. The pursuing vessel noticed that and pushed their engines into the red, a risky move but one that got them in range. The display showed the crude grapnels, but when the hull plating screeched and their ship lurched Lucy knew they were effective enough.

"They've hooked us!" Selandra growled, leaving her station and opening the weapons locker.

"Everyone arm yourself and prepare to repel boarders!" Lucy said, grabbing a rifle from her second in command. The power-gauge, she noticed, was set on a non-lethal charge, but she had no idea who they were up against. The lives of her crew would have to come first. "I am authorizing the use of deadly force." She said, noticing that Selandra's finger was hovering over her weapon's control, pushing the gauge to maximum the moment her captain gave permission.

They took positions as a racket announced their enemies were beginning to breach. They took aim and watched a red ring appear around a bulkhead before the whole thing was forced inward and revealed the attackers. Lucy's nose wrinkled at the smell of molten metal as well as the stench of the atmosphere on the other ship. She might have wondered what sort of creatures could stand to live in such a miasma, but she didn't need to - the attackers were very much in plain sight.

"Rut my tail off, this bucket's weightless!" growled a large canine as he watched the section of steel drift forward. "Right, mags on everyone! Let's show these fucker's we mean..." he began but was cut off when a bright beam shot past his head and into the skull of one of his shipmates who'd been putting away the cutting torch. The canines turned from the sight of their friend slowly drifting back until he got caught in their own ship's gravity field and fell lifeless to the floor, turning back just in time to see the flash of Selandra as she quickly darted towards another piece of cover.

The coyote's swarming their ship wore bulky magnetized paw-pads, an occasional bracer or shin-guard and (to the otters' astonishment) nothing else. If it wasn't for the vulgarities and swears coming from those snarling muzzles one might have mistaken them for half-ferals, hunched over as they made their way into a ship meant for creatures less than half their size. And they weren't as stupid as she could have hoped for. The death of their shipmate had them cautious enough not to just wade forward, but they had enough people to lay down covering fire as the others advanced.

And the crude electrical arcs discharged by their weapons were another point of concern, along with the cuffs, ropes and shackles they had belted to their hips. Lucy feared death, but the thought of being caught alive by creatures such as this didn't seem like a much better alternative. The primitive mag-pads the coyotes wore were slowing them down, since each canine had to tug a paw before it would come free of the metal deck under them. This made them somewhat flat-footed compared to the otters who were used to the ability to swim in zero-g.

Selandra made good use of this, darting from cover to cover and drawing away the fire of the canines who still weren't accustomed to someone who could move so quickly and so freely in what to them would have been a cramped vessel. They were giving way but as Selandra took out a second boarder Lucy allowed herself some optimism. They couldn't kill them all, but they might make the canines consider a retreat if the toll became too great.

It seemed to the captain as if all their attackers were male, and very obviously so considering that they had no actual clothes to speak off. It was a worrying thought with the possibility of capture so very real, and it was only when one of Marco's shots found its target that she spotted a female. There wasn't anything particularly feminine about the canine corpse swaying with one paw still affixed to the deck by the mag-pad, but the black burn-mark of Marco's blaster had hit the bitch in the middle of a chest that was noticeably heavier than those of her crewmates.

The next kill was hers and Lucy felt her resolve firm up, a little more confident in their chances. But when a particularly nasty specimen (the one that had been barking orders at the rest of the snarling canines) found a console and decided it was more important than taking aim, she began to worry. It wasn't a command-deck station after all, and he could only access the secondary systems, but it was when her stomach lurched and she found herself being pulled down that she realized what had caught the one-eyed coyote's attention.

"Thank the fuckin' Void!" the coyote barked out, and as she felt the pull of gravity crushing her down Lucy realized that the terrified Solen had forgotten to lock her station before taking her rifle and joining them.

On those occasions when they did turn the gravity generators on, the otters did so gradually, to allow them to adjust to the sensation of weight. And days before they were scheduled to go groundside they'd intensify their workout regiments to compensate for muscle atrophy. Considering they had another week left in their training voyage, none of them were prepared to suddenly feel their weight crushing down on them. After that it was really no contest. All of a sudden even the otters' rifles seemed too heavy to hold and even Selandra couldn't keep her aim steady. As the barbaric canines swarmed the ship and seized them all, Lucy felt truly small and helpless. But she was still the captain of this vessel, with all of the responsibilities that entailed.

"I order to prevent unnecessary bloodshed, I surrender my vessel and crew into..." she began when one of the larger canines fixed a single baleful eye on her, picking her up like she weighed like nothing at all, even though to Lucy her body seemed so heavy she could barely stand.

"You call this surrender you rat-cunt?" the coyote snarled, pulling Lucy closer until her nose was inches away from his own. "After you knock off four of ours? No dice, 'captain'. You should have surrendered before we started shooting. You're loot now, along with the rest of your crew and your ship!"

"Orders for their chip captain?" one of the coyotes asked the brute holding her as the rest easily subdued her crew, even Selandra who she saw trying to bite the grasping hands of what she was now sure were pirates.

"Sink our teeth into it, looks like it'll fetch a good price. Towin' it's gonna be slow, but it seems we'll have something to pass our time..."

The canines proved eerily methodical as the crew swarmed their vessel, stripping everything they could off the ship and carrying it away to their own vessel. The pirate ship was as much of a disgrace as the creatures that crewed it. The noise that echoed along every corridor spoke of primitive machinery in dire need of serious maintenance, and the stench that assaulted her nose spoke of a scandalous lack of hygiene.

As most of the crew got busy looting everything they could from the Generation, Lucy and her crew were carried (with embarrassing ease) to what looked like either a filthy infirmary or a fairly clean abattoir. The coyotes soon began to cut and tear away at the otters' uniforms until they were as naked as the beasts manhandling them.

"Holly shit, this little devil's got a pussy! You're an evil little bitch ain't yaAaaaRrghh!" she heard one of the coyotes cry out, twisting her neck to see what was going on. The male had stuck a paw between Selandra's legs as he held her by the scruff, but was too eager to examine what was between her legs to keep an eye on her mouth. The Generation's gunner had managed to close her jaw around the tip of the canine's muzzle, and it was only when another pirate came by and twisted her arm that the fierce female let go.

"Someone muzzle that vicious little cunt and then help Flynn get that bleeding staunched." The cyclopean brute holding Lucy ordered as the one that had made the mistake of laying hands on Selandra's privates held a paw to his nose. "Diego, what the fuck are you doing here?" he snarled, and one of the scrawnier coyotes looked up with a guilty expression.

"I was just..."

"You were just fuckin' around when I need you to check on the tow-hooks. And see if there's anything on that shit-can that we can use to make some repairs..." the coyote barked out, the one apparently called Diego looking for a second like he might be about to reply before he tucked his tail and went to do as ordered. Lucy also couldn't help but note that while most of the crew present in the cramped room was jostling for a chance to leer and grope her, Selandra and the panic-petrified Solen, the canine who's just been sent away had been almost leering at Marco.

The rest of the canines seemed happy just to ridicule the much smaller male, an altogether milder form of abuse than what the three of them were going through. Selandra's muzzle had been taped shut but Lucy could still hear her snarl as she tried to kick away the coyote holding her legs wide open while another poked a thick finger between them.

"Hey, got a cherry over here! Poor thing, never got a decent dickin', did you?" asked a canine whose finger had barely sunk between the folds of a now hyperventilating Solen.

"And she's not getting one until I say so!" said the one-eyed canine who still had his clawed digit buried two knuckles deep between Lucy's lips. "Just tag her and get everyone in the mess hall, we're gonna lay some rules down."

Even before she felt the sting in her ear and smelled the stench of the cauterized wound, Lucy could guess what the captain of these degenerates meant. They tagged the four otters, fitting each one with a plastic ear tag as they were inventoried along with the rest of the loot. The coyotes also didn't flinch at openly speculating at how much each of them might fetch, and at what sort of market. Naked and labeled like every other piece of stolen inventory, the otters were carried to a very literal mess hall where the crew of the pirate ship had assembled to hear their captains address.

"I think our new loot is going to need an orientation lecture..." the leader of the coyotes said. Missing most of an ear and his left eye would have made him sinister-looking in of itself, but the smoke trailing up from the foul-smelling cigarette stuck in his muzzle only served to make him more menacing.

"This is your captain, right? The person you runts answer to?" he said, scuffing Lucy and lifting her up as the female tried to hide her breasts and crotch with her hands, desperate to maintain some dignity as the pirate held her up and kept her on full display. "Does she look like she's in charge now?" the canine gloated, his one eye focusing on the suspended otter's rump just before his free paw flew up and smacked it hard enough to make Lucy swing as she cried out.

"I'll... I'll remind you again that the rules laid down regarding the treatment of captured prisoners..." the captain began to speak, trying to steady her voice as her own crew looked on in horror while the pirates grinned and leered. Their leader didn't seem so amused when he turned her around, bringing her close enough to his muzzle that she could feel the heat of that revolting thing he was smoking.

"I honestly didn't think you'd be stupid enough to bring that up again..." he growled in her face, and she could guess why. The chain of command was never stable on ships like this, and any challenge to his authority was considered a threat. "You water-rats still think you're prisoners? That you're people?" he called out, once again turning her around to face her stunned crew. "Let's see if we can make things a little clearer..."

Lucy was left to wonder about the savage canine's intentions for only a second or two, before the coyote gripped one of her ankles, releasing her scruff as he pulled her leg up. The otter saw the room spin as she was left to dangle by her leg from the brute's grip, wondering if he just wanted to demonstrate how much bigger and stronger they were compared to her and the rest of the generation's crew. But when she felt a paw on her other ankle as the large male gripped it and spread her legs apart she realized just how he intended to humiliate her. She was craning her neck towards the ceiling, in time to see the coyote spit out the butt of his cigar, smoke still streaming from his muzzle as he opened it wide and brought it down.

Lucy heard herself let out a mortifyingly embarrassing cry, her restraint broken for a moment as her mind struggled to process this indignity. The disgusting canine had shoved his tongue into her, pressing his muzzle against her sex as if he had every right to. She felt her thighs strain to close even though there was little use. Even if she could somehow overpower the grip the canine had on her ankles, all it would serve would be to trap his head in the last place she wanted it to be.

She could see the brute's single eye twinkling with undisguised malice, a disgusting sight but not enough to make her straighten her neck. The enthused cries of the pirates as they cheered their leader on would have drowned out any noise her crew had made, although she imagined she could hear Selandra growling even with the binds fastened around her muzzle. She couldn't bear the thought of meeting their eyes, seeing the shattered hopes on their faces as they watched the person they relied on for leadership powerless to stop herself from being used like this.

The tongue inside her felt like a thrashing snake as the powerful canine slurped away, obviously relishing either the taste of her or the fact that he was humiliating her like this in front of both his crew and her own. Lucy rather enjoyed receiving cunnilingus, but this was nothing like having a lover lapping gently at her sex. For one the sheer size of the tongue dipping in and out of her was obscene, the thickness of the wriggling appendage stretching her out more than most of the males she'd lain with ever had.

"There, that should be wet enough..." the coyote manhandling her said, licking his chops as he kept that single eye focused on her exposed nethers.

Lucy had just a second to ponder his words when she found herself spinning again, a clawed paw once again holding her by the scruff while the other settled on one of her wide hips. She saw the mortified look on her crew's faces and it was only after she felt something hard and hot between her legs that she realized what had horrified them so much. She felt panic grip her as surely as the canine behind her and fought to keep her composure. Her legs closed shut in what she knew was a desperate attempt to preserve some dignity, something she doubted the male even now breathing heavily behind her would let her keep.

"This is going to happen you little cunt, so it's your choice - open those thick thighs of yours or..." the coyote growled, and after she felt him jab up under her tail almost hard enough for the tapered tip to penetrate her, Lucy couldn't stifle a cry of pain and alarm. Looking down she could see part of the glistening red length, and she knew that taking that monster between her legs would be painful enough without letting the coyote sodomize her with it.

The laughter of the pirates when she finally let her legs fall open made her fold her ears back, but it still did little to mute their mocking. They urged their captain on, using the most disgusting language that Lucy had ever heard as they wondered how loud she'd squeal, and if the canine length would rip her open. She didn't really think she was in danger, and no doubt the coyotes were only saying that to further terrorize her crew, and maybe in the hopes of getting her to break down, to see her sob and plead for mercy. Lucy knew better than that. The only thing she'd get from this monster was pain.

The otter swallowed past a lump in her throat when the coyote holding her up grabbed one of her thighs in an iron grip, holding it to one side and giving everyone a good glimpse of her tongue-lashed slit and the bobbing red shaft now an inch away from it. She grit her teeth as he lowered her down until the pointed tip pressed itself against her folds, but it was only when he let her weight rest on the stiff member that she felt her body yield.

She could feel the disgusting maleness squirt first against her slit and then inside her as her folds parted around the tapered red rod, straining before the tip was even fully inside her. She wondered if the brute inflicting this upon her would just lowered her slowly down and let her sink down on his length, which would prolong her humiliation but give her body time to adjust. She winced when the whole tip finally sank in and her lips were forced to stretch around the canine intruder now wedged inside her.

One of the massive canine paws moved to her waist, gripping her as her rapist released her scruff. Both of his filthy hands were now wrapped around her waist and hips, and the ease with which his paws were girdling her was an unsubtle reminder of just how bigger and stronger the coyotes were compared to them.

"AaAaaahhh!" Lucy cried out, her scream ringing out over the enthused cheers of the leering spectators before she managed to bite it off.

The brute used the firm grip he now had on her to force her down to meet his next thrust, feeding her several inches of his throbbing red shaft and giving her a more intimate reminder of just how bigger he was than her. Stars swam in front of Lucy's eyes as pain blossomed between her thighs, a look down confirming that even though she didn't seem to be injured her sex was stretched obscenely around the brute's length. And with less than half of it in her!

"Don't you worry cunt, I'm gonna break you in, not break you..." the coyote rumbled, the malice in his voice mixed with obvious pleasure as he savored her body desperately trying to accommodate his obscene member. "After all, you little runts killed the only piece of tail on this ship, so you'll be helping me keep these mean bastards happy..."

Lucy had allowed herself to hope that the fiend rutting her was doing this just to make a point, but she knew now what the captain of this ship needed them for. The gathered males had been calling for him to impale her, to rip her apart at first, but bloodlust soon gave way to other depraved desires. They were still cheering their leader on, but now they were urging him to make her squeal, to pump her... breed her. Even folding her ears against her head couldn't mute the savages as their barked and howled vulgarities bounced around the bare steel of the hall's bulkheads. A ring of the filthy males was gathered around their captain with a few standing on top of rusty metal tables to get a good view of their leader abusing a female less than half his size. Her crew were lined up right in front of her, with a coyote behind each one gripping their shoulders and making sure they couldn't look away from the sight of their captain's shame.

More and more often the gathered pirates called for their captain to breed his 'bitch', to pump her until her belly swelled with his pups. They were in for a disappointment there. Females serving on ships took estrus suppressants to keep them from going into heat during voyages, but even without those she was certain the difference in their species was too great for her to actually conceive. She doubted that would stop the beasts from trying...

She grunted as the tip of the canine cock bottomed out inside her, something the coyote thrusting up into her either didn't notice or care about. He kept bucking up into her, even though all he was managing to do at this point was to bounce her up and down on his monstrous member, every jab feeling like someone was punching her from the inside. The pain of her initial stretching had faded to a dull throb, but the insistent humping of the coyote was still making her eyes tear up as she kept her jaw clenched, hoping not to let out any noises that might encourage the brute.

"Well, looks like this is as much as you can take. For now, at least..." the coyote rumbled, bending over so that his muzzle was an inch or so from her ear. "But don't worry cunt, there's plenty of time to work you nice and loose. And who knows, by the time you're ready to take the knot, you might even like it..." the rutting coyote gloated, his next thrust coming hard enough to force a cry from Lucy's throat. "...then again, maybe not!"

The pirate's words barely registered in her mind, the pain of her penetration now completely overshadowed by the obscene sensation of something as big as the canine member forcefully sliding in and out of her abused sex as the beast took her at a punishing pace. His grip was tight around her and soon enough the canine wasn't even bothering to thrust. Lucy held on to the powerful paws as she found herself being bounced up and down, the rest of the coyotes laughing and cheering at the sight of their leader using her to polish his red member.

Her pride (or what was left of it) forgotten for the moment, the diminutive female gripped handfuls of the coyote's fur with her webbed hands, feeling the sharp, coarse hairs of the brute's coat as her nose filled with the stench of old smoke as well as well as the musk of her rapist. The idea of clinging to the debased creature violating her in front of both his crew and her own was sickening, but at this point the powerless otter felt like she was was holding on for dear life as her straining sex was pumped up and down the turgid length.

The sadistic male inflicting this on her seemed tireless, and as her ears caught the squelching noises of the canine length plunging in and out of her over-stuffed nethers she wondered if the brute could finish without sheathing every inch of himself in her. A look down made her breath catch in her throat as she glimpsed a swollen red bulge at the base of the bestial shaft violating her. The notion that he could actually fit _that_inside her seemed unlikely, but the pirate had sounded eerily confident.

The ordeal went on for minutes and Lucy caught herself before she pleaded for her rapist to just finish this. The thought of letting this savage male soil her with his seed was bad enough without him forcing her to beg him for such debasement. Looking up from the now glistening red length she caught the eyes of her horrified crew, imagining what must be going through their heads as they were forced to watch this bestial coupling. She'd like to think that they'd at least be spared this ordeal, but the way the gathered coyotes leered at the stunned trio made the hope slim. Lucy was sure she would pass out before the coyote humping her was done, but the twitching of the monster rammed between her folds made her realize that even though the worst part of this ordeal was next, it would mercifully be the last part.

"Nghhh, here it comes cunt!" the coyote rutting her said, pulling her down on his shaft as if he was trying to force that obscene knot of his inside her here and now.

But even though she could feel the monstrous bulge press against her sore folds it was obvious it wouldn't make it past them. Lucy folded hear ears back and screwed her eyes shut, her face a grimace of pain and shame as she tried and failed to block out the cheers of the gathered pirates as their captain howled in triumph. The tapered tip of his cock was nestled against her cervix and with a gut-wrenching clarity she could feel the jets of hot canine seed surge into her. Even the surge of his sperm inside her body seemed violent and forceful, and after a dozen or so jets of canine cum Lucy found herself stunned by just how much this beast was pumping into her.

The sound of the mess squirting from around the throbbing shaft she was impaled on cut through the din of the hooting and howling pirates, and Lucy had to fight back a sob as she felt and heard the warm goo trickle from her sex, her body so full that even the tight seal of her sore folds around the invading length couldn't keep the shameful mess within her.

When she felt herself being pulled off the one-eyed pirate's shaft she was sure that he was done, but the sadistic coyote just held her by the scruff as he used his other paw to aim his still spurting member at her, sending streaks of his filthy seed all over her face while a torrent of the white slime poured form between her battered folds now that there was nothing keeping it in.

"Right, Diego! Get up here and get stuck in. Flynn you can have a crack at that vicious bitch that did Vasquez in. The rest of you keep your paws off those two and wait your turn. We'll show these little cunts why they call it broken in!" the pirate called out, passing Lucy to the next leering degenerate as if she was a toy he'd lost interest in, even though the disgraced captain knew she wasn't that lucky...

*******

My fault. All my fault...

Marco repeated the phrase to himself, as he so often had since the fateful day of their capture, but it was doing little to distract him from the spectacle taking place before his eyes. It was the entertainment, the little show captain Reyes put on for the benefit of his depraved crew, and an even greater reward to those who won the drawing of the lots. One such lucky winner was even now sliding a dazed captain Lucy down on his cock, the vicious red of the canine shaft disappearing from sight as it was pushed into the unfortunate otter's body, and as it in turn pushed out the pearly white mess that had just been deposited inside the once-proud female's womb.

Even though after days of this twisted hell the bodies of both Lucy and Selandra had adapted somewhat to the daily abuse, he could still see the woman who'd once been his captain wince and whimper as her already thoroughly rutted sex was impaled once again by a lustily growling coyote. It was as obscene as it had been the first time he'd been forced to watch it happen - the sight of the mustelid sex catching the tapered tip of a canine cock followed by the spectacle of the tiny slit parting as it was invaded, the lip of the female's sex spreading and stretching tight around the all too large invader.

Flynn, the gunner of the Estocada (the rumbling, rusting hell the otters have found themselves trapped in) was approaching a panting Selandra, but instead of picking her up to have his way with her (a favorite of the six-foot canines, since it served to remind the mustelids just how small they were in comparison) he just grabbed both her ankles and spread her legs open as he lifted them. The weapons officer of the Generation had her ears folded back, more in frustrated anger than submission, supporting herself on her forepaws as she prepared for what she knew was coming.

With both his hands busy Flynn made a point of stabbing and poking his cock down, striking all over the diminutive female's rump until that pointed tip finally found her slit. He heard the fierce officer whimper even through clenched teeth as the male behind her pushed himself in, wondering if she was grateful that at least the canine member had found her slit. White goo could be seen dribbling and pooling under Selandra as well, but unlike their captain the mess wasn't leaking from between her thighs.

Her first turn tonight had been a matter of discipline as well as entertainment. Captain Reyes had given her over to Diego, whispering something to this ship's equivalent of a chief engineer as he did. The gist of his remark could easily be guessed, because it wasn't the otter's slit the creepy canine had forced himself between. Selandra was a hardened combat vet, but even she couldn't help from squealing as a hard, hot shaft was forced slowly but surely under her tail.

His sister had covered her face with her hands at the shock, but not her eyes. The two were spared most of the indignities inflicted on the Generation's officers but they were still forced to watch, or join the two females as part of the entertainment. Seeing and hearing Selandra cry out as her rear was ravaged would have been disturbing enough, but it was the way Diego had intently stared at him during the whole thing, rather than the sight of his member pistoning in and out from under the whimpering female's thick tail. Twice so far the coyote had dragged him from the cell he shared with his sister to some out of the way part of the ship, forcing Marco to put his hands on his cock and stroke the twitching red length. Both times they were thankfully interrupted by the sounds of other crewmen passing by, with Diego growling at him to keep quiet and forget anything ever happened. He suspected he knew whose tail-hole the deviant canine would have preferred wrapped around his cock.

The reason Selandra had been forced to submit to a rape even more painful and humiliating then the ordeals they were subject to daily was her escape attempt. A few days ago she'd pretended to pass out after a night's entertainment, only to attack the coyote who'd picker her up to carry her back to the cell. It was impressive enough that she'd managed to knock the male to the ground, but before she could get his weapon free of its holster a paw had grabbed her by the scruff and it was all she could do to twist and kick in the grip of a male more than twice her size. She had been bound at first and the sight had so amused the crew the captain had decided she should be leashed and forced to walk on all fours, arguing that if she insisted on behaving like an animal she was really a pet rather than a slave.

Which, Marco knew was the fate of them all, even though he and his sister remained untouched. The tags they all had dangling from one ear were a very unsubtle reminder. They had hoped to be ransomed at first but even that was too civilized for the crew of the Estocada. Theirs was a civilization that had brought their homeworld to ruin with both wars and neglect, and the planet-bound members of their species lived on the loot the supposed privateers brought back. And the loot was only a fraction of what the greedy canines actually got their paws on, since the coyotes were devotes of every vice Marco knew of, and he suspected a few that would have been new to him.

And it seemed that with the exception of his sister, the coyotes intended to get their fill of the two females before they were sold. Slavery was of course illegal in civilized space, so it was a safe guess that their intended destination would be anything but. He shuddered to what kind of hell-hole the coyotes intended to sell them all at, and what their fate might be once they did.

But even though the sounds Selandra had made as she was sodomized were eerie, and the way the Estocada's engineer had looked at him made his fur bristle, the initial shock and outrage at these daily displays had faded. Watching the two females get bred over and over by the seemingly insatiable canines was effecting him differently, especially when he let his eyes fall on Lucy. He'd found the older female attractive the moment he'd met her, and during those moments in their voyage that he found time to take care of his urges, it was the Generation's captain he'd fantasized about. But even then he knew it was destined to remain only a fantasy.

But his imagination had failed to do justice to the mustelid female's form. Without her uniform on there was nothing to hide the feminine contours of her sleek body, from the generous hips to the subtle swell of her breasts, accentuated by the creamy fur spilling from the underside of her chin and all along her front. Not to mention the strip of smooth skin nestled between the captain's shapely thighs, a part of her that Marco had become rather intimately acquainted with.

Soon into their imprisonment Selandra and Lucy had asked their captors for a chance to clean themselves after being used for the crew's amusement. Reyes had dragged Marco up to them and the gathered coyotes had hooted as he was forced to clean the two former officers without so much as a washcloth. Most of the time Marco was allowed to use his fingers to scoop the canine's mess out (and he could fit a shocking number of them into each dripping sex after the two unfortunate females were done for the day!) but if the deviant canines got bored, more often than not he'd find his face being pushed between their legs and he'd have to lap up the mess drooling from their ravaged slits.

But as disgusting as it was to lick at the dribbling canine spunk, it shamed and excited him to part the two females' folds with either his fingers or his tongue, especially Lucy's. Since his capture his nightmares had differed little from his waking hours, but more often than not the dreams would take a different turn, and he'd be either forced (or sometimes invited!) to join the debauched coyotes in their fun.

He was aware that the way he looked at the Generation's officers had changed. He'd held them in a sort of awe, even Lucy who he'd secretly lusted after. But it was hard to hold them in such regard after watching them used as toys, so small and helpless compared to the males rutting them any way they pleased. After hearing the noises they made as massive canine cocks were forced between their legs, or the muffled cries they made when one of the canines decided to use their muzzle. They would either wind up with so much canine spunk pumped inside them that it would leak even before the throbbing rod was pulled out, or doused if their rapist decided they were already full enough. How could he respect the two females after watching a hulking canine hold one of them in the air with one paw while aiming his spurting cock with the other, sending white streaks flying over their bodies as he marked them for all to see?

It didn't help that they weren't allowed clothes, and even though he wasn't either at least none of the coyotes (save Diego) seemed interested in looking at him naked. Solen was the only one allowed 'clothes', even though they were just the remnants of her shredded uniform - just enough to wrap one strip across her chest with another wrapped around her waist, serving as a sort of skirt. His twin had always been quiet but their imprisonment seemed to make her withdraw even further, even though she was being spared the abuse the other two females went through daily on orders of the Estocada's captain.

But he had to admit his thoughts were not on his sister's well-being at that moment. They were on his former captain as she was bounced up and down on a thick red shaft, the cum her previous 'mate' had left in her serving to ease the brutal pistoning of the thick spire of canine flesh. In his mind he imagined what it would be like if he were to do more than merely clean her once the canines were done. He imagined what her folds, even used and dripping the still-warm seed of her abuser, would feel as he sunk his own modest length past her folds, feeling her silken warmth around his cock as he thrust against her. Who knows, maybe she'd be thankful for some gentler affection after what the crew of the Estocada put her through? Then again there was a certain dark delight in the idea of doing as the coyote's did - taking his pleasure with her whether she wanted to or not...

"Holy shit! The little guy's loving the show!" one of the nearby canines cried out, snapping Marco out of his daydream.

And the moment he followed the coyote's gaze he knew what had drawn his attention. Enjoying the sight of his former officers getting bred had been his secret shame so far, but apparently he'd let his mind wander a little too far. Looking down he could see that he was sporting an erection, and before he could try and hide it he found himself being grabbed by the scruff and by his shaft.

"And all this time we thought you were playing hard to get with Diego! Now let's just see how much you like watching your 'captain' get used like a cum-dump..." the male holding him said as he brought him closer to the dazed Lucy.

The once proud otter tried to focus her eyes on him although it was obvious that she was so exhausted she was barely clinging to consciousness. At least that's what Marco thought. A part of him had to wonder if the two females enjoyed their forced coupling, at least on some physical level. The coyote held him up in front of her and his goal became obvious when he aimed his shaft at the bouncing mustelid and began to stroke it.

And the moment the huge canine paw began stroking and squeezing his shaft, Marco knew there was no way for him to disappoint them. The sight of his former captain whimpering as a coyote bucked into her, his hands easily closing around her slim waist as he used the leverage to force her down to meet every thrust. He could see the massive male's heavy sack swing up and slap against her, dripping the mess of his predecessor that by now had been churned out of his diminutive mate. In spite of the fact he knew he'd be the one cleaning up after the rutting canines, and even though he knew that it would most likely involve him having his muzzle pushed against the barely conscious female's gaping slit, it still thrilled him to watch the former officers of the Generation take the coyotes' loads.

It always seemed to him that even the canines' climax was aggressive, those huge testicles twitching over and over as they doused the snug mustelid honeypots. Even as he watched he could see the bucking coyote's sack pull up, the paws gripping Lucy even harder as he slammed her sex against his knot. The meaty bulb failed to slip in as it had so far, and in the end the rutting male settled just for pressing it tight against the whimpering otter's slit as he bared his teeth and began shooting his load into Lucy's womb.

He found himself panting as the male behind him stroked his by now achingly hard cock. He could see it plainly in Lucy's face, the expression if pain and indignation as she was once again marked by one of the brutish males, her body forced to accept a deluge of thick, warm canine cum. His own grunts filled his ears as Marco felt his shaft twitch in the unseen pirate's grip, the male holding him up making sure to aim the mustelid member just before it erupted. As the wave of euphoria broke over him Marco forgot his guilt and groaned in delight as his cock sent pearly ropes flying all over Lucy's face, like he'd done so many times in his fantasies. He could hear the assembled canines cheer him on, urging to 'mark the slut' as his modest pouch twitched and did just that, hiding the once proud captain's shock under a layer of warm mustelid seed.

"Eyes front boys, looks like Flynn's gonna do it!" the captain called out and Marco found his eyes leaving the sight of a truly beaten Lucy to gaze at the spectacle to his left.

Even in the midst of a mind-shattering climax it didn't take him long to realize what Reyes had been referring to. The gunner of the Estocada who was quite appropriately coupling with the weapons officer of the Generation had been rutting away at a particularly brutal pace. His paws were still gripping Selandra's ankles, holding her legs splayed as far as they could go as he hammered away between them. What little strength the once fierce otter had left were being used to keep the male's thrusts from driving her head against the floor as he obviously worked himself towards his climax.

Not an uncommon sight, but what caught and kept the attention of the crew was the way her lips were parting around Flynn's knot every time it slammed against them. The coyote's intent was as obvious as the otter's discomfort, and as his own orgasm tapered down Marco found himself holding his breath, watching the angry looking red ball sink a little deeper with every thrust until the next one when it quite suddenly disappeared from sight.

The howl that emerged from Flynn's throat was matched by the crew's cheers, but even that didn't manage to muffle the noises Selandra was making. She had a ring-gag on, keeping her muzzle stretched open enough to accommodate a canine cock which meant there was no way for her to stifle her cries even if she'd been of a mind to try. The sounds were a bizarre cacophony, noises so pained and pathetic that he couldn't believe that the tough-as-nails gunner of the generation was making them.

And he could well see why. Only the slim stem of Flynn's cock was sticking out from a lewdly distended mustelid sex that was closed tight around the coyote's knot. The burly male's expression was one of sinister rapture as he feasted his eyes on the otter now tied to him, giving a few tugs which seemed enough to push him over. He could see Selandra's eyes lose focus, her wails turning into strange moans timed to every twitch of the canine cock buried inside her. He was used to seeing cum spray and squirt around thick red shafts when the coyotes bred his former shipmates, but not a single drop escaped from the knotted otter, apart from the mess Diego had left under her tail.

Flynn grinned in triumph as he released his unwilling mate's legs, the tied mustelid whimpering as she was left suspended from the coyote's crotch, the twitching of his sack making it obvious that he was by no means done pumping his load into her. Lucy, he noticed, had been released by her abuser, but the former captain hadn't spent so much as a minute laying in the puddle of cum leaking from her ravaged slit when the next male in line picked her up, vowing to tie with her now that Flynn had proven it can be done. Somewhere behind him he knew his sister was watching in fear and disgust, but as the canine sheathed his cock into the already messy slit Marco found himself staring eagerly.

*******

"Heh, not bothering to hide that anymore, are ya?" Reyes asked Marco, sitting down to watch the show after finishing his 'performance'. The 'that' he'd been referring to was the otter's erection, looking almost ridiculous next to the dripping red length just yanked from the whimpering Lucy's slit. Even as he watched his sister was being led to their former captain, her muzzle guided to the drooling mustelid sex even though it was obvious the older female wasn't done for the evening.

"Not much of a point..." Marco replied candidly. After it became obvious to the crew that he lusted after the ship's new sex-toys the same as they did he noticed a change in their behavior. It was nowhere near respect but the crew seemed to take a perverse delight in watching him get aroused along with the rest as more virile males ploughed the whimpering otters.

"As well as you shouldn't. That's what those two sluts are for. Thing is, they've been a little quiet lately..." he said, and a cry from Selandra as a knot was yanked free from her a little too early seemed to mock the captain's statement "Heh, figuratively speaking."

"Well they have been... uh... broken in." he replied, referring to the fact that the two were now free for use most of the time. It was not an uncommon sight to see a crewman going about his duties either cradling a moaning otter female he was buried in, or sometimes just letting the female dangle until the knot shrank enough for her to fall like ripe fruit.

"Could be. Still, I like to be certain. Never know when someone's just going along with things on the outside and scheming away inside." The hulking canine said, his tone becoming a lot less casual. "Now you know that things aren't as bad for you as they could be, right? I mean, look at your pretty little sister, slurping away over there..." he said, gesturing to where Solen was lapping away at Lucy's drooling sex as gently as she could.

"We're keeping you well fed, right?" the captain teased, grinning with the full knowledge that Marco had been forced to swallow as much of their spunk as his twin. "But more to the point she's still a virgin. And with all these swinging dicks here just aching for a fresh young cunt like hers. The crew wasn't happy when I put her off limits, and you do have to think about morale when you're in my position..." he said, and Marco understood. There was no discipline here, among the band of murders, slavers and rapists. They were loyal to their captain only while he kept them paid and entertained.

"Now, if those two cunts _are_planning something, I don't even need you to tell me. Nobody likes a snitch, huh? I just need any scheme of theirs to fail, miserably. Because it's going to fail anyway, but if it ends up costing me..." the coyote spoke, his voice becoming noticeably less jovial as he fixed his one eye on Marco "I might need to make things right with my crew. Your sister could end up taking in a day what those two take in a week. And as for you, well I'm sure that sick fuck Diego wouldn't mind having you. None of us really approves of his degenerate tastes, but as long as he kept it out of sight, we could live with it. We'd just throw you in his quarters and forget you were ever alive, and after a while I'm sure you'd wish you weren't. So, we have an understanding, right?"

"R-right..." Marco replied past a lump in his throat. Just the mention of being given over to the ship's engineer was enough to make his tail clamp down.

"Good, glad that's clear. Now, on to happier topics. You want some pussy, don't you?" the canine asked casually, as if he didn't just threaten Marco with a fate worse than death. The otter, still stunned by the implication of what he'd just agreed to do, just nodded.

"Figured as much. So, which one?" Reyes asked and to his surprise Marco found his hand rising on its own to point to Lucy who, after being cleaned out by his sister, was now whimpering as another male pushed into her freshly tongued sex.

"Hah! And I thought you people respected hierarchies and the chain of command!" the captain barked, the remark making Marco think.

It is true, he had been raised to respect authority, and his time as a cadet had ingrained the respect for authority even further. But how could he respect the Generations' former officers after seeing them get used day in and day out? Every once and a while the coyotes would 'forget' to feed their prisoners, no doubt goring on their portions themselves. And while 'cleaning up' meant that neither he nor Solen ever really went to sleep with their bellies empty, on several occasions he'd seen the captain and Selandra forced to beg the coyotes for a chance to suck their cocks. And while it was true that Diego had managed to corner him a few times and force him to do the same, he still saw himself as above them now. There was certainly nobody on the ship who was lower.

"Well I can't fault your taste, but you have to work your way up towards your 'captain'. So, how would you like to start?" he said, and when Marco just stared blankly he gestured at Selandra who seemed to have succumbed to exhaustion and was laying crumpled up with canine seed oozing from between her legs.

Deep down, the part of Marco that had set off on this journey as a promising young cadet insisted he refuse, albeit as tactfully as he could. But after days of watching the horny canines take the two mustelid females any way they could, using them for their pleasure like they were cheap sex-toys to be passed around when you were done with them, the young male wasn't sure he could. Even though Lucy was the object of his desires, Selandra was also enticing, in spite of (or possibly because of) the fact she was only just savagely bred by one of the canines.

Reyes gave him a slap on the back that was enough to make Marco stumble a few steps in the prone female's direction, and his feet just kept going after that. Selandra was out, at least for the time being, crumpled up where the Estocada's gunner had dropped her with the canine's mess drooling from her slit now that there was no knot keeping it in. The former weapons officer had always seemed fierce to the point of being to intimidating for Marco to really see her as a woman, and he supposed he wasn't seeing her as one now.

She was limp as he grabbed her by the shoulder and flipped her on her back, her legs flopping open wide and showing him what he needed to see in order to make up his mind. He kept his eyes on the female under him, rather on the other two he knew must be watching with dismay as he knelt between Selandra's open thighs. He felt his breathing quicken as he laid his hands on the bumps of the comatose female's chest, and the way she'd softly whimpered when he gave the firm mounds a grope made his cock twitch.

He'd been kneading the fluffy bumps for some time before he noticed the length of cord between them, the leash that ran up to the former officer's collar. While they were all slaves, after her initial escape attempt the crew had taken great pleasure in treating Selandra as a pet, always inflicting their most imaginative indignities on her. And as he grasped the length of braided cord he felt a strange thrill pulse through the arm holding it, understanding at least some of the appeal of such cruelty.

She lets them walk her around on a leash, on all fours. She lets them stick anything they want in any part of her without a protest apart from a whimper or two. She begs them to cum down her throat when they neglect to feed her. What respect could I possibly owe her?

With that notion, and with one hand still gripping the unconscious female's leash, Marco guided the tip of his cock to her drooling slit, gritting his teeth as wet warmth slowly engulfed him. He was half way in when he figured there was no point in being slow and gentle with the slut under him. After all, males much bigger then him in every sense of the word weren't. Even as he drove his hips forward and pushed as deep as he could into the sloppy mustelid honeypot Selandra barely stirred, and it was only when he began to hump against her that her eyelids flickered and her gaze managed to focus on the surprisingly small shape looming over her.

"I'm... sorry..." he grunted, not even pausing his thrusts into the disbelieving female.

It wasn't exactly a lie. He did regret what happened to them, and he would have been happier if they'd never run into this mob of savages. But they did, and if this was what his life was now he would take what little pleasure was offered him. And that pleasure right now was Selandra's sloppy cunt. He was half expecting the once fierce gunner to swear and spit at him, to try and claw him as he bucked against her, but to his surprise she just let him take her.

The sight of her unresisting under him, combined with the cheers of the crew urging him on was fueling something dark inside Marco, his hips slamming harder and harder against the mess Flynn had made of the broken female's crotch. After taking a knot for the first time she was hardly tight around his much smaller shaft, but the drenched sex still caressed his cock as it pistoned in and out, an increasingly savage rhythm that had Selandra's supple breasts bouncing as he took her.

To the crew he knew this was almost comical, but the notion didn't affect him any more than the disgust Lucy and his twin must be feeling at the sight of him joining in on the debauchery. In fact, just the notion that he might really get a chance with Lucy, as Reyes had hinted, made him thrust harder, pushing as far as he could get into Selandra's thoroughly bred cunny as he imagined what it would be like to have his former captain under him. It would be like the fantasies he'd held in his mind as he pleasured himself back in his quarters on the generation, but even better. During his stay aboard the pirate vessel he'd seen things done to a female that were so debauched they never even made it into his fantasies.

But Selandra would do, at least for the time being. He was panting now, and knew that he wouldn't last long at this pace. He was slamming into her like a jackhammer, and he knew that it would have been painful for the female moaning weakly under him if she hadn't just been loosened by both a canine cock as well as a knot. As he felt his sack pull up and his climax approach he threw himself on top of Selandra, still gripping her leash tight as he ground himself against her slit. The crew's cheers rang through the hall as he emptied himself inside the already used female, making his own contribution to the mess the pirates had left in her. In the aftermath he expected guilt, but a cry from above made him look up in time to see the coyote rutting his former captain as he worked to bury his knot into the squealing mustelid. The words of the Estocada's captain swam to the surface of his mind as he held his breath, waiting to see if the red ball would manage to plunge between those soiled folds - he could either have Lucy, or side with her and risk sharing her fate.

*******

"Tomorrow!? But... can we get everything ready by then?" Marco asked as Lucy laid out her plans in a whisper, putting his muzzle back to her dripping slit to hide his shock and maintain their ruse. They were 'performing' for the Estocada's crew, and like he'd done so many times before he was licking her out after she got bred by one of the coyotes. They all guessed the pirates must have their cell under surveillance, so what little scheming they did was done in public, and during those moments when the canine's blood was anywhere but their brains. Selandra was doing her best to keep the attention on her, making a lot of noise as the brute slamming her down on his cock struggled to get his knot in.

While the two former officers were free for the crew to use when and where they wanted, the pirate ship offered very little means for the crew to while away the empty hours of a long journey, so every night they gathered in the mess hall, presumably the only place on the ship with enough space to accommodate such a gathering. And the entertainment was always the same. Any hope that the canines might get bored of violating the two mustelid females and set them to performing menial labor was shattered night after night, making Marco wonder just how many souls had been subject to this sort of torment.

"We have to. Solen... she's in heat. And if her suppressant ran out it means ours will soon. These animals have little enough restraint now, but enough to spare her. Do you think they will if they smell her in estrus? And there are other... considerations. The canines can't impregnate us but..." she said, unable to finish the sentence.

Marco had told them that he'd raped Selandra because he was told that she was in for something much, _much_worse if he didn't and the three females had believed him. Possibly because they wanted to. And they still trusted him enough to include him in the escape attempt. As he went over the plan in his head, Marco weighed their chances of success. And as he did, he membered the pirate captain's promise of what was in store for him, both the threat and the reward.

"All right. I can get things ready by then. Now get on all fours and thrust your hips up..." he ordered his former captain "We can't let them get suspicious..." he added when he saw a worried look cross his former captain's face. And it was true, to some extent - the pirates would be suspicious if they though he saw Lucy as anything more than the crew's well-used fuck-toy. But as the once proud female lowered her face to the floor and lifted her rear Marco could feel a twisted delight as the woman he'd lusted after for so long obeyed his command. Sure, he was still just cleaning out a coyote's mess from the presented slit, but soon he might be making one of his own in theunsuspecting female whimpering as he dug his muzzle in...

*******

An escape attempt! Over a month of getting their brains fucked out, and the cunts still found the time and energy to scheme right under my nose! Reyes thought as the crew gathered in the mess hall, the very place they'd gather to see the two former officers get raped night after night. The atmosphere was tense now, as each of his crew pondered how close they came to loosing not only their new toys, but the ship they'd seized. Hell, if he hadn't tricked that little rat into sabotaging the thing they probably would have made it, and many among his crew knew it. He'd need to give them something special to placate them. And I suppose the little prick has earned a reward too...

"I know you aren't happy with the little stunt our fuck-toys tried to pull, and I know I can trust you to help discipline these two cunts so they don't even think of trying to pull something like that again." He began, but soon saw that this wouldn't be enough. His crew wanted more, so it looked like he'd have to take a loss on his one bit of 'undamaged goods'.

"And I'm sure most of you have smelled a change around here. The air's been sweeter the past few days or so, huh? Well, here's why..." he said, reaching don to pick up a stunned Solen. The young otter squealed as she was hoisted by the scruff, and whimpered when the captain's other paw grabbed her thick tail and pulled it up along with her rear. The length of cloth she wore as a sort of skirt couldn't hide her heat-swollen sex from the pirates and she folded hear ears against her head when the sight and smell of her caused the brooding mob to erupt in disturbingly eager howls.

"Yeah, get a sniff of that you sons of bitches!" The captain said as he made sure everyone got a good look, feeling more confident as the promise of fresh young meat improved his crew's mood. "But since it's the girls first time I figure we start her off with something easy. Marco! Get up here!"

Marco didn't hesitate when the captain called him up. The idea that his sister would soon join Selandra and Lucy as the crew's sex-toy was disturbing, but not really a shock. She had participated in the escape attempt after all, and the young male supposed that nothing was about to happen to her that she wouldn't have been put through eventually. His eyes were not on Solen as he stepped up to the improvised stage, but rather on his former captain.

"Where do you think you're going?" the one-eyed coyote asked, stopping the confused otter dead.

"I... you called me up?"

"Yeah, 'cause I've got a bitch in heat right here and I need you to do the honors."

"You can't mean... but she... she's my sister!" Marco squeaked out, stunned by what Reyes seemed to have in mind. He knew that following in the footsteps of the pirates he'd become more depraved than either of the three female realized, but apparently not enough not to be sickened by the idea of coupling with his own sister, and during her heat no less!

"She's a cunt, and she's ripe! Come on, don't tell me you don't want some of this..." the captain said, pushing the smaller male's muzzle between the legs of the terrified female still in his grip.

"That's not the..." Marco began stuttering as the scent of his sister's heat forced his body to react and his shaft to stiffen. "You promised me Lucy!" he cried out, the words tumbling from his muzzle before he had a chance to stop them. He could well imagine the shock on the faces of his former crewmembers because it set the assembled pirates to laughing.

"So I did, and so you shall. You'll get to fuck your former captain, and you'll even get to breed her when her time comes. But before that I want to increase the value of my stock, and to do that I'm going to need you to knock them up. And the only part that I need for this seems to want to do this..." he finished, pointing at Marco's involuntary erection before turning his attention to his sibling.

"All right girl, come up on this table and get on all fours. We're gonna do this like nature intended..." Reyes said, grabbing the petrified Solen by the scruff before tugging off the rags that passed for her clothes.

He laid her on all fours on the pitted metal tabletop, keeping one hand on her scruff as the other grabbed her thick tail and pulled it up. Marco knew his twin was undeniably attractive, and there was a very unsubtle allure to the way the captain was presenting her, but the thought of coupling his sister, especially while he knew for a fact she was in heat repulsed him. But it would seem he'd have little choice in the matter. Like the one-eyed canine had said, the one part of him needed for this was responding, and as Flynn gripped him by the scruff and brought him closer to Solen he realized just how small and powerless he was.

The crew seemed to find his distress particularly entertaining, and just as Reyes had hoped the mob had forgotten the near-escape of their toys and were eager to see this new form of degradation carried out. As he was laid across his sister he actually tried to struggle, but all that got him were fresh peals of laughter. The Estocada's gunner had a firm grip on the back of his neck, and soon his other paw was laid on his lower back, pushing his hips closer to Solen's up-turned rump.

He folded his ears at the sound of his sister's whimper as she felt his tip jab at one of her fluffy cheeks, still off the mark as the coyote holding him did his best to get Marco to penetrate his sibling. His sister wasn't as strong as Selandra or Lucy, and despite being spared their fates (so far) she'd lived in horror ever since their abduction, but now he could feel her shaking with fear under him. He knew she'd share his disgust, but her own body was responding to the proximity of a male and when eventually his tip did find her sex he wasn't surprised to find it warm and wet.

The sight of his tip pushing past his sisters folds wasn't lost on the crew and soon the pirates were calling out for him to breed the slut, the whole crew happily pretending he was doing this of his own free will despite the fact Flynn was still holding him. He felt the grip on his lower back tighten just before the Estocada's gunner slammed him forward, the sharp cry Solen made as her hymen was torn piercing the din of the cheering crowd as surely as Marco's cock pierced her maidenhead. Whereas up until that moment Marco had been fighting his disgust, now he felt himself clinging to it, desperate to at least not enjoy this unspeakable act. But in spite of his sister's sobs at the realization that this was going to happen it was hard to ignore the sensation of her sex as the heat-swollen mustelid vulva wrapped hungrily around him.

It was a sensation so much more intense than pumping away between Selandra's legs after she'd been used by the bigger males, the virginal slit tighter and hotter than any he'd felt in a long time. In a fit of panic Solen even tried to squirm away, but she was still in Reyes grip and all her efforts served to do was make her sex rub against him as he was kept hilted in her. But to his credit he did manage to fight the instinct to breed the tight cunny pulsing around him, although his resolve wouldn't be enough to save his sister from what the coyote's had in mind.

He felt Flynn's grip shift until he was wrapping his paw around the base of his thick tail. The canine used his new grip to lift Marco's hips and then pull him back, being careful not to let the slender shaft slip free from the whimpering female's sex. Solen seemed to relax for a moment, possibly thinking their captors had changed her mind and would spare her this horrifying fate. But she coudln't see the grinning faces of the coyote's man-handling them, the leering muzzles telling Marco what was to follow even before he was slammed back into his twin.

In the days to come Marco would ponder if maybe he should have done the deed of his own free will despite his revulsion. He wouldn't keep Solen from becoming pregnant with her brother's pup but he might have made the ordeal gentler on his sister. The coyote pumping him in and out of her dripping sex was anything but, slamming him hard enough to force the female's rear to rise every time he was driven as deep into her as he could go. He was sure it was only Reyes' grip on the female that kept her from sliding forward along the table with each forceful thrust. The feel of her snug sex was a delight, the silken walls pulsing around him as he was forced to mate with Solen beckoning from him to abandon what was left of his sensibilities. True, this was the same shy, cheerful little girl he'd grown up with, but surely that life was over now? The yellow tag in her ear flopping with every thrust was proof of the fact the she was property, just the same as he was. Their lives were no longer their own and the beasts that owned them were determined to see her slit dripping with his seed.

"Cunt's not struggling anymore, is she?" Flynn asked, continuing to pump Marco's hips against his sister's rump.

"Yeah, think she's starting to like it. Come on now slut, be a good girl and cum for your brother." The captain growled before releasing Solen's tail.

His sister's tail remained lifted, giving Marco a clear view of her now glistening slit clinging to his cock as the canine still gripping him pushed him in and out faster and faster, obviously determined to see him seed his own sibling. He'd almost gotten used to the sound of his twin whimpering as he was forced to violate her, but to his horror Solen soon started making altogether different noises. He noticed the one-eyed captain's hand was now under her and he soon realized what the leering male had in mind.

He could imagine one of the big, blunt-clawed fingers pressing against his sister's clitoral hood, and could almost feel the little nub being forced against the underside of his cock, so that every stroke would rub against it and force his twin to react the way her body wanted to. All around them the gathered throng went wild, the coyotes shouting the vilest obscenities at both of them as it became more and more obvious that the young female was approaching orgasm.

Whatever hope Marco might have had that they'd get bored with this (and hopefully let him try the same with Lucy or Selandra) was gone the moment he felt the snug passage grow tight enough around him to make him clench his teeth. Even over the noise he could hear his sibling's high-pitched cry, an almost bestial sound that broke what little willpower he had. As the mustelid femininity flexed around him, milking his shaft in the hope of coaxing out his seed he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the one of the other two females under him as Flynn gave one last push. He was pressed tight against her as the first rope of his seed squirted form his tip, the contraction of her inner muscles carrying the warm goo deep in where her eggs were lying in wait. Even though it was surely tame compared to the scenes of the two older women getting bred by more virile males, the crowd howled loud enough to make Marco's hears hurt, delighting in this new degradation of their slaves.

As he spent his last within his twin and the coyote scruffing him pulled him out of her, the dazed male caught a glimpse of Solen's sex just as his shaft slipped out. In the post-coital daze the sight seemed almost... beautiful. Unlike Selandra or Lucy, his sister had taken a more modest shaft so her folds weren't left gaping and gushing more spunk than her body was ever meant to hold. Instead the heat-swollen sex looked flushed, the moist lips parted just enough to show a glimpse of the pearly white mess he'd left within her. The captain seemed to think so to, grabbing both Solen's scruff and tail as he lifted her high enough for everyone gathered to get a good look, although Marco was no longer naïve enough to believe a look was all the horny canines would be getting.

"Excited to have your brother's pups, slut?" he asked, and his words seemed to bring his sister's mind back to the horrible reality of her situation.

"No! Please, there must be something... I can't..." the young female wailed in panic, looking in distress at both Lucy and Selandra who couldn't even muster the strength to look her in the eyes after witnessing the forced breeding. The crew - to no surprise of Marco's - found his sister's distress hilarious.

"Well tell you what - you can't get pregnant by any of us. So maybe if you took a real male's load it would wash out that nasty otter-spunk that your sibling just pumped up that pretty little pussy of yours..." the captain said, but his sister was to desperate to catch the mocking tone of his voice.

"A-all right... anything. I'll do anything I have to..."

"Have? You don't have_to do anything. I was suggesting me and my boys _help you but I don't see why we should if you're not even going to show any gratitude. So how about it bitch, do you want to give birth to your own nephews?"

"No!" the panic-stricken Solen cried out right on cue as Reyes set her down back on the table she'd just been raped on.

"Well what do you want then? And speak up so everyone can hear you..."

"I... I want to get... I want you to fuck me! You and the... the others... as many as it takes. Please!" she squealed out, her voice betraying a full-on hysteria. She'd always looked terrified when watching Lucy and Selandra get used by the canines but now she was on her back with her legs spread as far as they would go, her freshly bred slit on full display to the room full of the brutes as she begged them to take her in the ridiculously slim hopes that she might avoid conceiving with her own sibling.

The captain eyed the pleading and no longer maidenly mustelid, obviously considering how tight she'd feel wrapped around his cock, but remembering the purpose of this whole spectacle was to win back his crew's loyalty he ordered the men to draw lots to see who would be first between their new plaything's thighs, while he and Flynn grabbed the two females who were very much broken in at this point. As the one-eyed canine picked up Lucy and prepared to lower on his leaking cock, he spotted the still stunned Marco looking up at the broken woman he still found himself lusting after.

"Don't worry, you'll get a shot at her. But now that she knows you're the reason the escape failed, I think you're better off letting the rest of us fuck the fight out of her before you try and go near..." he said before pulling the beaten female's hips down.

The stunned Marco was soon pushed back as one of the crew produced a pack of stained, dog-eared playing cards and the whole pack began to jostle to draw one. The highest one was soon trust triumphantly up as its holder rushed towards Solen, the young female obviously terrified of the massive crimson shaft bobbing between the beasts legs, but not more than the thought of carrying her twin's offspring. With the choosing out of the way the mob formed back into a ring around the area where now three females were being rutted. Marco was behind them, but then again his small height meant that he could always see what was going on by peering between one of the crewmen's legs, even if the view was usually partially obstructed by a heavy canine sack.

He tried to focus on the sight of Reyes humping up into a dead-eyed Lucy but his head jerked to his right at the sound of a piercing cry from his sister. Appropriately enough the young female had been pierced, the male above her grinning at the sight of half his length now buried in the girl's freshly-bred cunny. He thought for a moment that his sister might have changed her mind as the reality of just how big the coyotes were literally sank in, but the babbling Solen urged her male on, even going so far as to hold her legs open wide.

The canines loved to cheer each other on and the words Solen had soaked up while watching the other two females get taken were now pouring out of her own mouth, a breathless stream of obscenities as she urged the male to fuck her, to ride her like a whore and more than anything begging for every drop of his cum. Something that the coyote was all too glad to give her, even though it would still be some time until she was ready for his knot. The next one proved just as responsive to her pleading, and even though warm canine spunk was gushing from between her legs Solen still begged for another. She passed out while the third one was still pumping away between her legs, and even though she was no longer begging, two more canines felt generous enough to try and help her out.

In the days that were to follow there were repeat performances, with Marco being forced to mount her every evening, just so that they could have the pleasure of seeing the young female beg to be fucked. They would even play around and tease the desperate female, claiming exhaustion or lack of interest and delighting in seeing how desperate they could make her for what they were going to give her anyway. She was broken in a different way than the other two, and more often than not Marco would see her bouncing frantically on the lap of a reclining canine as the males delighted in the notion of making her work for her load. He suspected something must have snapped inside her mind, because she kept it up long after there was any hope of the ridiculous notion working.

And the captain did honor his promise, giving Marco a go on Lucy the same night he'd first been forced on his sister. The once-proud female had been fucked into unconsciousness by the time Marco was allowed to mount her, her sleek body drenched in the coyote's mess with even more of it drooling from her ravaged sex. She didn't wake as Marco mounted her and didn't so much a twitch a whisker as the diminutive male took his pleasure out on her. It was less satisfying then he'd imagined, but the canines had eventually let him have a go at the Generation's former officers when their own heats came. Neither Selandra nor Lucy tried begging for the canine's to flush his sperm out of them, because if that notion could work, Solen's belly wouldn't have been showing...

*******

"Well, they're like nothing you've brought me so far, but what exactly am I supposed to do with them?" the goat asked, eyeing the four naked otters with the same look one would use to appraise merchandise, which Marco knew was exactly what they were. And as unsure as he was of the 'goods' on offer, he did cast an appreciative eye over the three females, all of them with noticeably swollen bellies, a sure sign that they'd been bred and were expecting.

"Who cares? You're just going to auction them off anyway..." Reyes said, his companionable tone suggesting a long and lucrative acquaintance with the slave-trader.

"Yeah, and I have to sell the runts. They don't look like they'd make good laborers... Hmm, damn fine fur though. Could be a good selling point. After all, if they prove useless whoever buys them can always skin 'em for their pelts..." the trader commented, speaking as if the four weren't even there. It was a notion Marco hadn't even considered and one that turned his stomach at the mere thought of it.

"Now there's a thought! Well, whatever you think will get you a good price..." the captain of the Estocada said, and the way he was smirking and pointedly avoiding to look at Marco told him clearly what the coyote wanted of him.

"Sir... if I may?" he said, addressing the caprine slave-trader who looked surprised to hear merchandise talk, but nodded for him to proceed. "They... they're whores. They've been broken in during our months-long journey, pleasuring the crew in every way imaginable. Your buyers would find them pliant and submissive, no stranger to any act, no matter how depraved. And despite their small size they can take a coyote's cock all the way, knot included. Even... even under their tails." He finished. Even after all he'd done, some part of him still felt disgusted for talking about his one-time superiors and his own sister that way, but he figured it would be for their own good, if it got the goat's mind off fur.

"Ha! Not a bad pitch. So what about you, runt? You also lift tail?" the goat asked, electing a barking laugh from Reyes.

"Nah, still a virgin, although there were a few close calls, weren't there?" he asked, savoring Marco's shame and discomfort before proceeding. "He's no stranger to sucking a cock though, and has gotten pretty good at licking a pussy clean after it's been used. Hell, you could probably sell him to some big cunt who'd like the idea of a tiny thing like him pumping between her thighs. Or just use him to clean her out after she's done with a real male. He's had plenty of practice doing that..." Reyes said, sharing a laugh with the goat as the smaller male just kept his eyes on the floor, contemplating the unappetizing future of eating other males' loads from some recently satisfied female. Better than being skinned...

"Or you can just sell him as a stud. He's the one that bred these three cunnies, including his sister right here."

That remark resulted in even more laughter from the two males as they discussed the possible uses the four otters could be put to. Marco just stared at the floor in front of him, not even daring to gaze at the females carrying his offspring. He knew on some level the moment the tags were put in their ears that this was the fate awaited them, but now as these two haggled over the Generations 'living cargo' the grim outline of the future awaiting them began to take terrifying shape...