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Servicing The Cow

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WARNING : This is a work of dark fiction. It contains some violence, narrations of non-consensual acts, and forced sex between male feral and anthropomorphic characters. Such themes are only used to describe the possible brutal acts between two factions in a fictional interstellar war, and should not be used to imply that the writer condones any such acts. Do not complain to the writer if you find these ideas distasteful and yet you still choose to read this story.

Thorek opened his eyes as he felt the tip of a metallic rod prodding his left flank, interrupting his sleep. Not that his sleep had been in any way restful. Even if the trihorn had been left mostly alone since his capture, the conditions in the cramped cell did not make for an easy rest. The cells obviously had not been designed for the archosaurs' larger frames, and the mammals certainly had no incentive to accommodate their enemies.

The trihorn turned to look at a strong mammal. Somewhat smaller than the archosaur, it was one of those burly types with two horns on their snout, like a bad copy of the trihorn's own. Thorek had no idea what words the mammals used to name their species, and at that moment he could not care less. His mind was mostly focused on surviving whatever ordeal his captors may have planned.

Most of its dark skin was uncovered, as the mammal wore very little armor, allowing Thorek to look at the firm muscles and his dull and dark skin - outside of heavy boots and gloves, the mammal was clad in only a couple straps over his bare torso, and a loincloth that revealed slightly the shape of a thick phallus underneath. Thorek also noticed the mammal's large, dark nipples, one of which was pierced by a metallic ring.

Outside the cell, another of the same species of mammal, but lighter skinned, stood with combat rifle drawn and ready. He also wore little outside a few pieces of armor. His body was covered in body paint resembling some primal society; Thorek found such display fitting, given the low opinion and respect that archosaurs like himself had of their enemies.

The dark mammal glared, gesturing with his large prodding stick for the archosaur to get up from the floor he had been sleeping on and to follow him. Thorek did not say a word as he obeyed. He winced at the discomfort on his neck caused by sleeping with his forearms in tight cuffs, as well as the residual pain from some of his battle wounds. The air was cold, noticeably so to his nude skin. The mammals wore almost nothing besides partial combat gear and loincloths that did not hide well their noticeable genitals, but they could stand the cold better.

The trihorn remained silent as the two large mammals walked him. Stuck between the two, he knew it was better not to struggle or try any attempt to escape. The pain on his left leg from where he was shot still reminded him of the last time he did, shortly after capture. And in whatever world he was in now, the chances of finding anyone sympathetic to his archosaur nature in a position to provide help was most certainly non-existent.

The events leading to his capture still bothered him. It had been a small squadron of eight soldiers with Thorek as their commanding officer, plus a male and female civilian domehead researchers. All had explored some abandoned mammal resistance encampments on one of the planets that the archosaurs had conquered recently, with the civilians documenting the process for the information networks in the archosaur worlds. The planet was mostly desert, either sand or rock, with only some areas of vegetation available. Still, it had housed a mammalian population, and the Alliance wanted its resources directed towards their continuing expansion of their territories.

Flying in an armored shuttle, they were heading back to their base. Up to that moment the mission had been uneventful, and perhaps that caused the group to lower their guard just enough. Thorek recalled hearing the sound of a missile just an instant before their ship was suddenly hit. The explosion sent shrapnel inside the shuttle, seriously injuring two of the soldiers closest to where the missile hit, as well as causing considerable damage to one of the shuttle's wings,

The pilot had tried frantically to keep the shuttle flying long enough to reach the confines of the archosaur encampment, but the ship did not last long enough for him to accomplish this. The damaged wing ripped apart from the shuttle, sending it into an uncontrollable descent until it crashed several kilopaces away from the archosaur base, and still within the area where mammals moved about. Sitting together, Thorek and the domeheads had been lucky to survive the crash relatively unscathed, yet all were dazed from the crash.

Mammals quickly descended on the shuttle, capturing the three archosaurs before they could activate the poison packs that would had killed them in minutes to prevent capture. The other soldiers had either perished, or were badly wounded from the crash. Perhaps unwilling to nurse them back to health, the mammals shot and killed them on the spot. Thorek and the domeheads were quickly stripped of any weapons and pushed towards a waiting transport. Once inside, it sped off before any other archosaur vessels could reach the crash site, flying low to avoid detection. Inside the transport, the three surviving archosaur were quickly stripped of their armor and any other garments, and their arms and legs bound. Soon after, the mammals herded them towards one of the ships waiting to leave the planet. Thorek had expected the Alliance to detect and shoot them, even if it meant he and the domeheads would be casualties, yet the ship slipped through any defenses, something the trihorn could not understand how they managed to pull.

On their way to whichever destination they planned for them, the mammals had kept the domeheads together in one cell, and Thorek in an adjoining one. Some time along the way, three of the mammal species with large ornate horns removed the domeheads from their cell, and someplace out of sight from the trihorn. Thorek could do nothing but seethe in anger as he heard the domeheads scream, their cries mixed with loud grunts and words in the mammals' language which continued for some time. The noise left little doubt to the trihorn that the reporters were being victims of intense sexual abuse. Thorek did not get a chance to confirm, as the domeheads were never returned to their cell afterwards.

The ship eventually landed on some planet deep within mammal territory. Taken out of his cell, he remained impassive as several of the carnivorous mammals made rude gestures at him, seemingly implying how good Thorek would be as one of their meals. Thrown into yet another small vehicle, the trihorn was taken to where he had spent the last couple days - or so it seemed - inside a cramped cell from where the two horned mammals had taken him.

As the mammals turned into a well lit aisle, the stench of dung wafted to Thorek's nostrils. Through the aisle, Thorek could see through the windows on both sides and outside. It was a big field on both sides, full with large, humped beasts. The beasts seemed mammalian, just like Thorek's captors. With somewhat brown hides, they had a darker shade on their humps and rear flanks, and a much lighter shade on their legs and snout. The beasts sported a large wattle on their necks, a stubbed horn and large fangs at the tip of its snout. They were clearly feral, and their large numbers could only mean they were being kept as cattle, not unlike the ones meat-eating archosaurs would feed on. Thorek could not think of them as anything but herbivores, from the large numbers and herd-like groupings. Carnivores would have massacred each other to stake territories.

Passing through a room, Thorek realized where he was -- it was a meat processing plant. Several carcasses from the same beasts he had seen moments before hung from conveyor belts. A few mammals worked quietly, removing parts from the bodies, others butchering chunks of meat from others. Even if the process looked differently, it was not unlike what archosaurs did for the carnivore species of the Alliance.

Thorek remained silent even as he glanced at the activity and equipment. It was clear what his fate was going to be. He remained calm throughout it, even as he wondered why they had not killed him already. If the mammals had intended for Thorek to be overcome with fear before his eventual death, then they had failed. Not a single archosaur soldier ever thought death would never be their eventual fate, an acceptable result of their continued, unwavering fight to assert the Alliance's dominance and eventual occupation of the entire galaxy.

The mammals continued walking him past it, and down to what looked like an empty storeroom.

Another mammal stood alone in the room, smaller and somewhat furry. He also was dressed similarly to the horned ones.

The gray skinned mammal in front gestured for Thorek to stop.

The small mammal talked excitedly to the grey two-horned one. Both would make quick glances at Thorek as they conversed. Thorek could not understand their language, but even so he knew they were talking about him.

The small mammal turned to look straight at Thorek as he took a few steps towards the archosaur.

"So a 'mighty' archosaur graces us with his presence," the mammal said in a somewhat shrilling tone, unfit for the archosaur language. Thorek felt disgusted by it, although not surprised., as most likely the mammals had to be trying to outrun and escape their enemies, so any knowledge of the archosaur tongue was a matter of utter survival for the mammals.

"You are the first of your kind to set foot in this place." He paused to seemingly admire Thorek's physique. "And such a strong body. You smell of herbivore. Yes... you will do nicely."

The trihorn said nothing, but dipped his beak to look down with contempt at the smaller mammal. The thought that a mammal would think itself so superior as to force himself on a much larger archosaur as him.

"Allow to introduce myself. I am Enzohle, in charge of operations in this room. I would introduce you to my friends here, but they have so far declined to even consider making their names pronounceable in your scaly language.

"Why the silence? I would have expected one of your kind to already be flipping their lid with insults."

Thorek snorted. "Spare me your talk, you mammal turds," he said, almost spitting the words, feeling disgusted to address what he saw as a lowly creature, even when it certainly had the power to decide the trihorn's fate. "Whatever it is that you ultimately want, it is not a polite chat. Although it is good that you learned the language of your future masters." He lifted his cuffed arms. "Perhaps not myself, but the ones that will come after, for sure, who will eventually put you and your friends in the rightful place you all deserve."

The mammal smiled. "Defiance. You are hardly in a position for that, scale skin. And you better consider addressing me by name, if you know what is good for you."

Thorek scoffed. "It is not defiance. And I will not lower myself to address an inferior race." Thorek knew no amount of respect would likely change whatever the mammals had planned for him. He might as well get some satisfaction before they decided to kill him. The reaction in the mammal's face told the trihorn he had certainly struck a chord.

Enzohle curled his lips, his snout wrinkling in apparent anger. "Inferior? What makes you archosaurs think that you are so much higher than us mammals?"

"By right of evolution."

"You call on evolution? We descended from ancestors similar to yours! We survived a catastrophe that took down your so-called superior races in our birth planet."

Thorek dismissed the mammal's words with a shrug. "And if that catastrophe you allude to had not happened, then most certainly would not be here. We see your kind as a travesty. Were archosaurs to find a from which such event happened recently, we would have squashed ancestors like yours before they become a thorn on our sides."

"A travesty!? Does this misguided belief makes you archosaurs think of nothing but trample on my people? You do not have the right to kill my kind and take over our worlds!"

"Again, I call upon evolution. What more evidence than the war do you need to see it is survival of the strongest? One kind is clearly winning it, and it certainly is not yours. Archosaurs have been around for eons before your kind ever surfaced. Our society is larger, and our technology is better. We live under the light and you scurry under our shadows. Our alliance has enabled us to expand further into the galaxy than your pathetic society."

Enzohle curled his lips, baring his teeth. "Your misguided beliefs have cost the life of many of mine! We have lost many lives -"

"And so have we!" Thorek interrupted. "Your species should have been better prepared to defend your planets. Just like the strongest predator takes the kill from the smaller hunter. We have far more pressing need for those resources than you flea bags. And if you can't defend them, then yes, they are rightfully ours for the taking."

"We would have been willing to share, to cooperate, had you asked!" The mammal's lips curled with anger.

"We extended your people an offer that would have avoided unnecessary fighting and death. You did not accept it."

"Eternal servitude to archosaurs is not an option!"

"Then accept your place in evolution, you worthless prey! Good riddance to your dead, I would say -"

Thorek reeled from a sudden punch to his snout. He glanced to see the two larger mammals moving closer, anger etched on their faces. The trihorn turned to look at Enzohle - breathing heavily, the mammal glared at Thorek furiously as he held his right hand with his left, fingers curled in clear pain from having struck the hard bone of the trihorn's beak. Whatever physical pain the mammal felt, however, it likely paled to the one seething inside his mind.

His facial features contorted with rage, the mammal screeched his words at Thorek. "I was there, you scaly murderer! I was there when you cursed scaly hides descended on my home planet! War was already difficult for us already, when suddenly we heard the news that an archosaur armada had been detected dropping out of tachyon space beyond the orbit of my planet's moon. There was no time to mount an effective defense, as we all stared in horror as clear skies gave way to a swarm of large archosaur ships invading our world. Thousands of archosaurs descended from them, setting the first of several waves of destruction!"

Thorek remained impassive as the mammal continued, still screaming his words.

"I lost many of my friends in that first wave! All over, broadcasts announced death raining onto our cities as they were mercilessly razed by your soldiers. And yet the destruction did not stop there, as soldiers moved to destroy the smaller cities and burn our crops."

Tears began to well in the mammal's eyes. Thorek glanced briefly at the two burly ones, who also seemed slightly affected by the smaller mammal as they continued to keep watchful eyes on the trihorn.

"My partner! Most of my family! I lost them all as the destruction continued. There was barely anything left of my world when your generals issued their ultimatum. Whomever had survived was given only three days to abandon the planet - anyone still behind at the time would face the fate of slavery. Or whatever it was that your kind really intended for them.

"The destruction took many of our ships. Your armada only allowed a few to cross and pick up survivors. I heard many talking about staying, to organize an underground resistance, but contact with those cells was eventually lost." The mammal paused, pain welling in his mind. "Those of us who chose to leave... Many began turning upon each other in their desperation to board whatever ships were left, no matter if they would endure a painful flight to exile."

The mammal finally allowed the tears that were dwelling in his eyes to flow forward. His voice began to crack as he continued. "And when time came to board, we marched in long lines, kept under strict vigilance as many archosaur soldiers watched over those trying to leave. I helped my wounded mother to walk towards the ship, as my sister carried the few belongings we could gather. I saw some of you beasts stare at the crowds. Four of the smallest ones of your species, those with two crests on their snouts - they chattered excitedly as they stared at the line, then locked their eyes on my sister. I did not understand what they were saying, but they clearly had but one thought in mind. And so they stopped her and dragged her from the line. And right there... right in front of the line where the rest of my people could see... they ripped off her clothes as one of the archosaurs took off his crotch armor, exposing his genitals to the crowd as his phallus went fully erect, then shouted at us."

Enzohle sobbed. "The sounds of his words... I never forgot them. And years later, as I embraced the cause of war for my people, and I learned the language that you savages speak, their meaning became clear." The mammal paused to stare directly into Thorek's eyes. "'Time for you worthless animals to see a real male take one of your females!' Then he threw her to the ground is if she were some cheap whore... and began to savagely rape her."

Thorek remained impassive as the mammal continued.

"Myself and two others I had not met before tried to come to her aid, but the other three soldiers placed the tip of their rifles within a breath's distance of our faces. Even as the other archosaur continued his brutal attack, my sister screamed and begged at me and my wounded mother to leave her and board the ship to safety. So we had to leave my sister to her fate... because it was clear that the three beasts would take turns to violate her.

"Our ships departed, towards the nearest planet that could house us. But not all of them made it to our destination. The pain became too much for my mother, and she passed away halfway through our journey, away from the place she had always lived in. Upon arrival to my destination, I began to search frantically for any news that my sister had boarded another ship. But I heard that some had been lost either before they could leave the atmosphere, or failed along the way, taking away even more lives. And after the last one arrived... there was no word about her. Either among the lost... or her fate ultimately decided by the archosaurs."

Thorek imagined what such fate may have been. Some of the planets within Alliance territory operated somewhat outside of archosaur laws. Mammal prostitutes were not uncommon, many of them clearly serving against their will. The trihorn decided against even mentioning it, even as he considered that it was very likely that the mammals had done the same with any archosaur unfortunate enough to be captured by the mammals.

Enzohle stopped as he stared at Thorek with anger and disgust, tears still flowing down his face. "Tell me, archosaur. Is that what your so-called superior race feels it is their right?"

Thorek remained silent for a short while. When he spoke, he still did not have any sympathy for the mammal. "I cannot speak for the actions of some of my reptilian brethren, but I will not apologize for them. I am sure your kind would do the same to our females if superiority were on your side. But from the looks of how archosaurs are succeeding in our manifest destiny, I would say that the odds of your species ever gaining the upper hand are very small."

The mammal wiped the remaining tears with the back of his gloved right hand, notably upset at the lack of sympathy from the trihorn. "Perhaps not at this moment. But... I am sure that we will, eventually. And when we do, yes... your kind will know suffering."

Thorek scoffed with a loud, derisive snort. "We've heard that line many times before from your officers."

"It will take a while. In the meantime, we can start with you. Make you feel pain. Like the one you thought nothing to inflict on my sister."

Thorek realized why he had been kept naked and the mammals wore little. Even then, he remained defiant at the thought. "I am a soldier of the Archosaur Alliance and a trihorn. I have always been prepared for the day when I could suffer pain at the hands of my enemies." He smiled as he looked at the much smaller mammal, then at the two horned ones. "Your small dick can't be that painful. I will feel theirs, but probably not enough to hurt."

"We will see. Do you have any idea where you are?"

"Looked like a ranch from the outside. And from the smell and some of the sights, a rather odd place for whatever you have in mind." Thorek paused. "Unless you just planned on butchering me like those things outside."

"Yes. We process meat here. To feed our people. Those like me, anyway. My two big friends here prefer the green foods, but to each their own."

Thorek remained passive at the thought that some mammal somewhere could be relishing the idea of having a taste of archosaur meat. It did not change his resolve nor his feelings towards an imminent death. "I am a soldier. I fought knowing that war would eventually result in my death. I do not fear it."

Enzohle laughed. "Death will come to you, eventually. Yes. But certainly not today. We would rather get something from you first. And depending how you please us, we will consider sparing your life."

For one brief instant, Thorek mulled his options as he saw an apparent chance. He was taller and stronger than either of the horned mammals, and certainly more so than the furry one. He certainly had a chance of overtaking all of them, even with his hands still tied.

The trihorn turned swiftly towards the mammal with the rifle. As he did, Thorek cuffing his hands together and hit the mammal squarely under his jaws, sending him hurling towards the floor, where he remained in an apparent daze. Immediately, he turned towards the dark skinned one, who was ready to shock him with the electrified rod. As he turned, he kicked the smaller mammal, also sending him rolling to the ground.

Before the dark mammal could shock Thorek, the trihorn grabbed the rod below the electrified tip. Using his larger strength, he pulled the dark mammal towards him, and then also towards the ground, wrestling the rod away from his hands. Hands still cuffed, the trihorn slips the rod on his hand just enough to reach the controls where the dark mammal always kept his hands on. Activating the rod, Thorek grinned with glee as he shocks the mammal, making him scream in pain. To his right, Thorek noticed the grey mammal starting to get up, and immediately turns toward him as well, also shocking him before kicking him squarely in his stomach, sending the mammal hurling and away from his rifle.

Seeing the better weapon available, Thorek dropped the rod and headed for the gun. Several frantic heartbeats passed as he worked the weapon into his cuffed hands, until he managed to place his right fingers on the trigger before aiming the gun at the grey mammal, who looked at him with horror as the trihorn aimed and began to pull the trigger.

Just then, Thorek screamed in pain as the tip of the rod hit him on the small of the back, shocking his entire body, and causing him to drop the rifle. Half conscious and coughing, he saw Enzohle before the mammal hit him again with the rod. The second time, however, the mammal kept pressing the rod against the trihorn, until his entire body and mind felt like on fire from the painful shock.

Twisting in agony, the trihorn was helpless as the two large mammals kicked him several times on his stomach, chest and legs, ensuring the trihorn would be in no position to move any moment soon.

He heard Enzohle scream something in his mammal language to the two other mammals. Almost immediately, the horned ones dragged the still stunned trihorn to a harness. Forcing his head on the ground, they pulled his cuffed arms under his body and spread his legs before locking a metal bar to keep them spread, while the harness kept his rump and tail higher in the air. In that position, his tail hole and genitals were clearly exposed to anyone behind him.

Thorek coughed as he began to regain his senses. He growled in anger as he stared at Enzohle, even as the trihorn cursed at his own stupidity for forgetting the small mammal or thinking he would not be of much danger during the fight.

"You called us turds, you stupid archosaur," the mammal said. Even after the fight, he seemed rather delighted at whatever was to happen with Thorek. "Well, let's see if your tail hole can handle what will go inside!"

Thorek scowled. "Do your worst! I will not give you the satisfaction of pleading for mercy."

The three mammals stared at each other for a brief instant before all burst into loud, shrilling laughter. Their gleeful looks bothered Thorek even more, and he began to try to lift his body from its bound position, with no success.

Thorek saw the gray skinned mammal approach with a black piece of something that resembled leather - a muzzle of some kind. Before the trihorn could say even one word of protest, the mammal outfitted it over his snout and tightened the belts. Thorek found he could not open his beak at all, much less speak. He glared at the mammal for an instant, but the mammal only looked back and smiled in a way that unnerved the trihorn even further.

"We don't want you to scare your suitors," the mammal said, finally speaking in the archosaur language. "They can get a bit rough."

Thorek continued to struggle against his bindings before realizing all his efforts would be futile. As he did so, he realized his rump was raised in the air far more than the reach for any of the mammals if they intended in fucking his tail hole. He winced as he felt the dark mammal spray something on his tail hole. It was a liquid of some sort. It was too thin to be any kind of lubricant, as the trihorn felt it run down his skin and towards his balls.

Something did not feel right.

To his left, Thorek saw Enzohle as the mammal aimed some sort of slate at the bound trihorn. Clearly some sort of recording device, as the mammal began to speak to whoever was to be the audience for the recording. Possibly one more of videos that had been rumored to be in the hands of the Archosaur Command, who refused to discuss their contents to the armed forces, much less to the archosaur population at large. Rumor among the soldiers was that the contents were rather disturbing - live killings, or torture, or even sexual abuse.

"Greetings, archosaur scum! Today we have another way to show you what your inferior, reptilian hides are good for. As you can see, we have one of your soldiers here. So far he has been very vocal when it comes to spout your claims of superiority, although he cannot say much right now."

I would if I could!, Thorek wanted to shout, unable to utter any words.

"We are in a ranch, located in one of the worlds we control. This is where we raise some of our cattle, from birth to their ultimate fate on the plate of many of our people. But that is not the fate that awaits your comrade here. Not today." The mammal laughed; the high pitched, shrilling noise began to get to Thorek's nerves.

"Our people want the best meat, and we do that by only allowing the best bulls to breed. That, unfortunately, leaves a good portion of the males restless, and when they do, they start fighting among themselves. So we need to give them an outlet for their urges, and that is where your comrade here will help!"

Thorek eyes went wide as the words sank in his mind, and his fate became clear. He felt blood pumping in his ear holes as his heart accelerated. He barely had time to even think of what would happen when he saw the dark mammal walk into the room, guiding a large four-legged mammal beast. Somewhat larger and heavier than Thorek, it was one of the same that the trihorn had seen outside when he was being walked towards the room. The beast's repugnant smell soon reached Thorek's nostrils.

The beast sniffed the air as the mammal walked it towards Thorek. It - a male, from the massive testicles that hung between its rear legs - seemed unsure at the sight of the trihorn lying on the floor, rump raised upwards. As the beast sniffed the air, its flaccid phallus began to drop from its sheath. Thorek began to sweat, his heart pounding even more ferociously at the beast's girth. He continued pulling futilely at his bonds, which clearly pleased Enzohle, who continued recording the scene.

The dark mammal guided the beast behind Thorek's immobilized body and out of his view. The trihorn panicked even more, his breathing faster and shallow. A few heartbeats later, Thorek felt the beast snorting at his tail hole, smelling and licking. As the beast's sounds changed from soft grunts to a loud braying and heavy snorts, Thorek realized what the mammal had sprayed under his tail - urine from one of the beast's females in heat.

Thorek struggled as hard as he could against his bonds. The idea that he would be used against his will by a feral beast filled him with dread and revulsion. He could not let such thing happen. For the first time, fear became too great.

The beast finally decided it was his opportunity to pass his genes, unable to realize the one on front was not a true female of his kind. Thorek tried to scream, to beg for mercy. Panic began to cloud his mind as he felt the beast's weight on his rump as the creature positioned itself to mount the trihorn.

Thorek groaned loudly as the beast mounted him, its weight putting pressure on his back and thighs. He tried to scream, but only muffled sounds came from his muzzle. He felt the tip of the beast's thick phallus probe frantically at him as the beast bucked its hips, looking for an opening that was not where the beast expected it to be.

Thorek's heart raced faster as he continued his fruitless struggle to free himself. No... this could not be happening! This was never in the briefings he received as a cadet! He hoped the beast would get frustrated, that it would not find a vagina and eventually would tire.

"Noo!" Thorek tried to scream, but the muzzle kept his jaws shut tightly; only muffled sounds came out of it. "Please! I am sorry! Noo! Don't do this! PLEASE!!!"

Enzohle picked up on the beast bull unable to penetrate Thorek, and turned towards the darker mammal. He even spoke in archosaur language, to make his point clear to the trihorn. "Help the bull find his way in."

Almost immediately, Thorek felt the horned mammal's hand under his tail, and he knew what the bastard was up to. Like an animal breeder, he was going to guide the beast's phallus into penetrating its target. Barely a few frantic heartbeats later, the trihorn felt the tip of the beast's phallus right at his tail hole. Almost immediately, his anus distended forcefully as the beast began to push the thick member in.

Thorek lifted his head and neck upwards as excruciating pain began to spread at his backside as the beast's phallus began to slide inside the trihorn's body. In desperation, Thorek tried to tighten his tail muscles to keep the beast from going further in. But his efforts were no match for the beast's incessant bucking of its hips. Thorek felt his intestines widen further inside with each passing second as more and more of the massive phallus forced its way inside.

_"Get it off! Get it off me! Please! PLEEASSEE!!!" _ Again, he tried to scream his pain and horror, but nothing more than muffled sounds would come out of his muzzle.

The beast kept thrusting, bucking his hips to push more of its thick phallus deeper inside the trihorn. Thorek moaned and screamed as his body rocked forcefully with each thrust, as the beast slipped deeper inside his rectum; each time the bull's massive testicles slapped against Thorek's own genitals.

Thorek sobbed as he continued a struggle he knew he had lost. Tears began to flow as his screams turned into loud crying. He felt his strength fade, his efforts to free himself becoming weaker with each heartbeat. Each savage thrust from the mindless beast only served to increase his humiliation. To add to his humiliation, the sentient ones were clearly enjoyed watching the trihorn being debased, as they began to masturbate in earnest at the spectacle playing in front of them. Both horned mammals had pushed their loincloths to the side to showcase their big dicks sporting massive erections. The grey skinned one stroked himself gently, as if wanting to make his pleasure last.

Enzohle laughed and continued speaking, pausing his words slightly as he began to breathe more rapidly. "As you can see, your worthless soldier is of no use but to serve as a cow, which he is doing quite admirably! And these sentient bulls are enjoying it, as well as myself!"

Thorek felt the beast approach its climax. Holding tightly to Thorek with its front paws, its breathing got faster. The Trihorn moaned as he felt his innards flood with the thick, copious spurts as the beast finally came inside the trihorn. The beast bucked a few more times, seemingly intent on making sure its seed would impregnate his "cow".

All along, the beast snorted and growled as it mounted and continued penetrating the bound trihorn. Its bellows increased in frequency and intensity to an almost deafening level as it became clear it was almost ready to climax. Placing its rear left foot on the trihorn's thigh, the beast tightened its grip as it continued bucking with more forceful thrusts.

"He's close to breeding his cow!"

"NOO!"_Thorek screamed with the last of his strength as he shook his head, eyes wide as he tried desperately to beg for mercy, his words still muffled by the muzzle. "Please - don't let him do it! Please!! Get him off me!! GET HIM OFF ME!!!"_

But there would be no mercy from the mammals. Mere heartbeats later, Thorek felt the torrent of beast semen flooding his intestines. The beast bucked three times, burying more of his thick phallus inside Thorek.

The trihorn screamed, even as the last remaining shred of resilience he still had disappeared in that instant. He had prepared to fight in the war against the inferior creatures. In all his training as a soldier, Thorek had been conditioned to accept the probability of death, become incapacitated, or even slavery and rape by his enemies. He had made his own peace with it. But... not this. That he - an archosaur - would be reduced to become a breeding bitch for a feral beast... this was never in his training. Through the pain, Thorek wondered how he could now live with such humiliation.

Out of the corner of his left eye, Thorek could see Enzohle stroking himself furiously with clear satisfaction, using his loincloth to aid in his efforts. The mammal aimed his recorder down to his dick as he finished stroking himself, screaming as he shot his seed onto his loincloth; some of his cum still dripped down and fell to the ground. He continued to stroke his limping member, seemingly proud of both his ejaculation and that his plans to humiliate the archosaurs had succeeded. Enzohle aimed the camera back at the trihorn - the beast had ceased its brutal mounting, yet still kept his phallus deep within Thorek.

The beast held inside Thorek for a seemingly long time. To his left, Enzohle continued gloating as he recorded the humiliation.

"Yesss... look at it, archosaurs! You are nothing but bitches to our cattle! This will be the eventual fate for your kind! And we will watch and enjoy your downfall!"

Soon after, the beast began to dismount. Thorek moaned loudly with relief as he felt the beast pull out his thick phallus. The suction drew a copious glob of semen out of the trihorn's abused tail hole; most of it fell on Thorek's bound hands, while the rest dribbled down his balls and phallus.

He felt, warm, thick drops fall on his face and muzzled beak. He lifted his gaze to stare at the muscled mammals. Both held their dicks as they stared at him - having masturbated at the scene playing in front of them, both had aimed for their cum to hit the trihorn. Thorek said nothing. He didn't even move his head. He only closed his eyes and waited for the degradation to finish.

The trihorn heard Enzohle over his moans and the rush of blood in his ear holes.

"Did the archosaur cow learn his lessons yet?"

The grin on Enzohle's face revealed the immense pleasure the mammal had experienced watching what amounted to a feral beast raping an unwilling archosaur. Snorting softly, Thorek turned his head to look straight ahead, unwilling to look at him anymore. Despite the abuse the trihorn had received, Thorek still did not want to give him the satisfaction.

"Still not willing to apologize? What a pity."

Enzhole turned back to his recorder. "As you can see, archosaurs, our bull found this soldier such an excellent replacement for one of his females that it bellowed his pleasure. They get very loud when they climax, which only incites other males into mating. So how about we give this 'cow' the chance to help three more suitors very eager for their chance to service him!"

A strong, gut-wrenching feeling swept through the trihorn's body. He turned his head frantically, his face contorted in horror as he caught a glimpse of a large door opening, not far from where the mammal had entered the room earlier while walking the large beast. Thorek screamed as he saw three other males, obviously worked up at seeing a rival mate - their phalluses had already come out of their sheaths and were already erect as they tugged at the neck collars holding them in place. The dark skinned mammal walked to one of them and unlocked the collar keeping it from running towards the room. Feeling itself free from the collar, the beast ran straight towards Thorek and immediately positioned itself as it desperately began to mount the trihorn.

The beast mounted him even more forcefully, bucking hard to penetrate Thorek. Like with the first one, the grey horned mammal guided the eager beast's thick phallus into Thorek's tail hole.

Thorek turned his fear-stricken face to look at Enzhole, who was already feeling aroused again at seeing more abuse coming to the fallen archosaur.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what I said! No more! Please!! PLEA-!!!"

The trihorn cut his pleading as he let out another scream as once again his tail hole distended forcefully and he felt the thick phallus burying deep inside him.

* * *

Thorek moaned as the fourth beast dismounted. He vomited the contents of his empty stomach onto his muzzle.

The ordeal felt finally over, and he experienced almost every moment of it. Every time he felt himself fall unconscious, only to be shocked awake by the dark mammal with his prodding stick.

He felt dirty. The beasts had used him almost uninterrupted, with only several frantic heartbeats between one dismounting and the next climbing over his aching rear. Slobber from all four beasts dripped from his head and frill, while his body reeked of their musky scent. His insides and tail hole were on fire from pain, as semen from all the beasts oozed out of his distended tail hole. It ran down his balls, phallus and legs, with a large pool on the ground around his legs and where his hands lied cuffed. Trickles of blood ran down his legs and torso from where the frantic beasts had scratched him in their eagerness to mate.

Completely drained of strength and resistance, the trihorn slumped forward as much as his restrains allowed him. He sobbed and moaned loudly, as well as crying loudly in despair, head tilted to his right side. He had been completely humiliated. All manners of painful feelings of despair flooded his mind. He could see and listen as the mammals laughed as they stared at him with delight, yet he could not muster even the slightest expression of anger at them.

Enzohle walked calmly towards the beaten archosaur and eased the straps that had held the muzzle in place, finally allowing Thorek the chance to speak.

"Four beasts forced their way on you," Enzohle said in anger, almost shouting. "One for each of the uncaring beasts that raped my sister! How does it feel to be used against your will by beasts, you pathetic animal!? Tell me!"

Thorek gasped and sobbed loudly; he would had left tears flow down unimpeded from his eyes, but he had none to spare, having cried constantly as the beasts used him. There was no other way to manifest his pain and the humiliation he had received. His resolve had broken. Being a proud archosaur soldier to the mammals had cost him his dignity. If there was any life left for Thorek to live through, he did not know how he would walk that path with the recent events seared onto his memories. He lowed softly and sobbed as his mind was overcome with both physical and mental pain.

"I'd say that we are even," the mammal continued. "_Almost. _But I have to admit, I am quite impressed for how your body tolerated it. You managed to take them all. You must have taken quite your share of groundthumper dicks before."

The mammal frowned as he continued to stare at the trihorn while aiming the recorder at Thorek's face. "Does the archosaur cow have anything to say now? Answer me!"

The trihorn lowed and coughed. "You... win..." Thorek said in between sobs, having immense trouble forming words as he spoke. "You... win, Enzohle. You... had... your... your revenge. And you... made... your point. You... are... strong. More than... this... pitiful archosaur." Thorek stopped, letting out a soft moan. "Now... please... take me... back to my... cell. Give me... some rest."

Enzohle grinned, seemingly pleased with Thorek accepting his ignominious defeat. "We were going to have our way with you after the bulls had theirs, but we have enjoyed so much watching them have their way with you that our balls are running dry. And you sure need a cleaning. I am not fucking something that looks and smells so disgusting." The mammal fastened the muzzle back on Thorek's snout, tighter than before. "But you are not going back to a cell."

The mammal aimed the recorder at himself, making sure Thorek's head was in the frame. "Your soldier was such a good cow, we have decided that will be his new role from now on!"

The words shocked Thorek as they processed in the trihorn's mind. His body convulsed as the memories of what he had just lived began to flood his conscious mind.

"We will come tomorrow to feed, heal his wounds and clean his body to prepare this cow for the next group of bulls that will service him. But we know he just can't service all the bulls in this farm. He will be eased slowly into his new life until he is quite willing to get the bulls have their way with him. Or at least it does not inconvenience him too much. Still, a single cow surely is not enough. We will eventually find other archosaur cows to keep him company. It is hard to say when we may have other soldiers join him. We may even have to look for some of your civilians. But he will not be left alone. Mark my words, archosaurs."

Enzohle turned towards Thorek, having finished his devious recording. "I'm sure your superiors will be quite impressed by your performance. But as you surely know, it will not be enough for them to dispatch other soldiers to help you." He paused for several heartbeats, letting his words sink in. Thorek closed his eyes tightly and sobbed; as much as it pained him, the mammal was right.

Grabbing Thorek's snout horn, the carnivore lifted the trihorn's head. "Open your eyes and look at me." His horrible, meat-ladden breath washed over the archosaur's nostrils.

Thorek did as ordered. He knew the place he had been put in.

"I ask once again. Have you learned your lessons? Do you see who is stronger now?"

The trihorn assented; unable to speak, he stared at the mammal, hoping that his eyes could trigger somewhere inside his enemy's brain some semblance of mercy.

"Listen," Enzohle continued, all traces of anger seemingly erased from his face. "It does not need to end this way. Perhaps... we could come to an agreement, where you may be willing to help our side. I understand that it will not be an easy decision for you to make. The loyalty you archosaurs have for your kind runs very deep."

Just as a faint spark of hope lighted up in Thorek's mind, the mammal made sure to extinguish it thoroughly.

"But you will have to earn our trust, so until then, you better get used to a new life as a cow. Get those tail muscles in shape, because I'm sure your rear will be very, _very_busy for quite some time!"

Letting go of Thorek's horn, the mammal turned his back to the trihorn and began to walk away. He was soon joined by the two horned ones, who snorted and sneered at Thorek before they too turned their backs at him as they walked. The three turned to walk to some spot behind the trihorn; Thorek heard them laughing as they walked away, growing fainter until a door closed. Only the soft, constant humming of some machinery could be heard afterwards. The lights in the room dimmed soon afterwards, leaving the trihorn still bound to the harness, his body dirty and still dripping with the bulls' semen.

A strong wave of nausea surged to his throat, as strong feelings of despair swarm his head. Was this to be his eventual fate - to be nothing more than flesh for mindless beasts to use? To have countless more of those beasts use him day after day... until when? Was the mammal serious about asking Thorek to betray his people? And if true, would his body and mind survive the continuous abuse that was to come until such offer were extended... if the mammals really wanted to give him any offer at all?

The last thought began to ravish his mind just like his body had been. He lifted his head and screamed desperate cries for help at the darkness - whether it was words or just random sounds, he could not make a distinction. He found himself unable to hold coherent thoughts.

Thorek let his head drop hard to the floor. He vomited yet again, feeling his mind shutting down from the stress; unconsciousness followed soon after. He did not fight it, for the brief respite it would offer to his ravaged mind.

END