Chapter One
The New Arrival

“Two squirrels, a chipmunk, and a rat. Out of anyone, those are the four you bring back?”
“Have you ever been to that redneck village they call home? You’re lucky that I brought back any at all that didn’t carry rabies and God-knows what else.”
“Did you see Simon’s load? He got a black bear and a buck. They’ll produce more than your four put together.” Professor Thompson gloated, as if Simon’s catch were his. His coyote eyes gleamed with pride.
“Yeah yeah, I saw. But they were both males. All of mine are girls, and you should know they can do it again and again.” The small ferret girl smirked. “I’m sure your little girlfriend has laid in bed, disappointed because she barely got one out of you, while you lay back all excited and proud of yourself.”
“At least my gal gets some, Daphne. Your attitude gets you less cock than an 80 year old fat ass.”
“When I do get some, Thompson, it’s a hell of a lot better than someone like you can do.” With that, Daphne turned on her heels and left.
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The smell of mildew and sweat filled Rose’s nostrils as she was dragged wildly through a dark tunnel. Moist, rough concrete scrapped the bottoms of her feet as she struggled to balance against whatever was pulling her. For the past three hours, she only heard the sound of her ragged breathing and the calm, steady heartbeat that was her captor. From what she had gathered, the person at the end of the chain around her wrists and neck was either a large lizard or a dinosaur. She heavily doubted the dinosaur angle, so she assumed with almost complete certainty it was in fact, a lizard.
Her captor stopped suddenly, pulling her in close to him. She felt coarse scales rub across her body as he pulled her against his chest. He gripped her abdomen tightly with one arm, and reached up to grab what appeared to be a ladder. Instead of going up, as she expected, the lizard man slowly climbed down, using her for balance.
“Damn Mathews for taking today off. Damn stinky country rodents.” She heard him curse under his breath. She realized he was talking about her, a “stinky country rodent.” She had no idea who else he meant.
The two of them traveled down the ladder several hundred feet until finally arriving at the bottom of… something. Though this place was slightly more lit than the last, Rose could barely tell what or even where anything was. She had only the chains and her captor to guide her. She doubted they were guiding her anywhere nice.
“Ah, Puff, with the newest arrival, I see. Is she the last one? I heard Daphne brought in four from the countryside, correct?”
“My name is not Puff.” The lizard answered coldly.
“But you are a dragon, yes?”
“I am a komodo dragon. I am not a children’s storybook dragon.” A growl rumbled deep in the dragon – komodo dragons – chest. 
“Oh, calm down you oversized lizard. It’s no fun being the boss without picking on the workers.”
“You hardly qualify as “boss”, Gerome.”
“You get to trudge through sewer tunnels, dragging behind you a bunch of new pets for Lord Mayriel, while I get to take them to Professor Thompson to get “suited up.” Who do you think got the better end of the deal? I get to watch the amazing Professor do his job. Seeing all those lovely little bodies get hooked up to a machine that makes them feel like no man has ever or will ever make them feel? And then watch them experience it over and over again, so much that they begin to scream in pain? That is better than any job you’ll ever have.”
“Just take her, Gerome.” 
“Lighten up, Waylon. Enjoy times like this. Why work if you’re not working hard?” The hyena chuckled. “I’m sure Mayriel wouldn’t notice if you had a little naked tryst around the corner before bringing the pets to me. He hasn’t noticed it when I do it.” Gerome smiled. In the small amount of light the room gave off, the shadows cast a frightening look upon his face. Rose shivered. Waylon pulled her closer to him. “I bet you could sneak one in now, actually. I may not like the smell that those rats like her give off, but I can push past it when they are as cute as her.” Gerome stepped closer, reaching for Rose’s wet, mud covered blouse. She felt Waylon stiffen, felt his tail wrap around her leg. Her heart raced. Gerome pulled back Rose’s blouse, slowly undoing each of the buttons, and reaching in to feel her breasts. She panicked, opening her mouth to scream, when Gerome’s other hand reached up to hold it closed. “Now now, we can’t have you making noise, can we?” He whispered in her ear. He continued to pull of her blouse, gripping her muzzle tightly until the top was completely off. She writhed in Waylon’s arms, but the dragon held her in place. She felt his member harden against her lower back. 
Gerome had the blouse in one hand, her muzzle in the other. In a quick sweeping motion, he had stuffed the blouse into her mouth, gagging her. He used the long sleeves to wrap her muzzle closed. In the next moment, he had both his paws squeezing at her breasts. He slowly pulled off the sports bra she was wearing, tugging it over her head as he bent down to suckle her nipple. She screamed, but any sound she made was muffled by the gag. It seemed to please him more when she tried.
“Come on, Waylon. You are bigger than me. You can pin her to the ground while we both have some fun. I’m sure she’d love to feel you and your big cock up her tight little ass.” He said between kisses of her breasts. He reached down, pulling her jeans and panties down all in one grab, exposing the pink of her pussy. She had never been touched there before, and she threw herself against Waylon, trying to get away. She had pictured sex before, but it was never like this. But it was useless. Waylon was hardly even trying to hold her, and yet she was pinned between him and Gerome.
Before she knew what was happening, the horny hyena had her legs up on his shoulders as he tucked his muzzle in between her legs. She felt his rasping breath against the soft folds of her lips, and she kicked. She thrashed wildly, aiming for the hyena’s head. Though she moved little in the arms of Waylon, Gerome did not have hold of her legs. A foot caught him in the jaw, and he yelped, jumping back.
“You bitch! I was going to make it feel good, but now I don’t even care what I do to you. Waylon, hold her down. Better yet, let me hold her and you take her. I’m man enough to admit that a dragon cock is longer, thicker, and rougher than mine. Make it hurt her.” Gerome pulled himself off the ground and reached behind a small desk. He pulled out several feet of coiled rope, and walked over to Rose. She began kicking wildly again, but this time he was ready.  He grabbed her ankle and wrapped the rope as tight as he could, cutting her soft skin. She whimpered, the pain so intense and distracting he was able to grab her other leg and tie them both together. “She’s ready for you Waylon. Shove yourself into her.” Gerome slapped her ass and pulled her tail around her hips, tying it to the chain around her neck. “Now you won’t have to mess with that.” He looked to Waylon. “Bend her over the desk here, and have at it. I’m getting Thompson. He’ll want to know why his subject is so stretched out.” Gerome turned, rubbing at his bruised jaw, and walked down a small side passage. 
Alone and naked with Waylon, Rose shook with fear. She was completely exposed and helpless at the hands of a giant. She could feel he was excited beneath his pants.
Waylon turned her around, helping her move to the desk. She did not fight him, but looked down at the ground, trying to hide the tears rolling down her face. She’d seen movies before. She heard the way Gerome talked. She knew what was about to happen to her. 
Waylon lifted her up by the waist, setting her up on the desk. He moved his hand up the length of her tail, untying it from the chain.
“I know what it feels like to have your tail tied up behind your back. It’s not comfortable.” He said softly to her. She looked up, surprised to hear the gentleness in his voice. He placed his hand under her chin, tilting it up to meet her eyes. His thumb caressed her cheek softly. “Listen to me. I’ll take the gag from your mouth if you promise not to scream, no matter what I do to you. Is that clear?” His voice was still soft, but firm. She knew he was far stronger than Gerome, and she would have no chance defying him. She nodded in defeat. 
He slowly untied the blouse around her muzzle, pulling her saliva soaked top out of her mouth. He tossed the shirt on the ground beside the rest of her discarded garments. His hand lay down on her thigh, the urge to touch her nakedness too great to fight off.
He reached up behind her ear, wrapping a hand in her soft brown hair. She inhaled sharply, but did not speak. He leaned in close to her, smelling her raw scent, his tongue flickering in and out. He pulled her head in, putting her cheek against his. “The people here are going to do things to you far worse than what I am about to do.” He whispered. “I do not agree with it, but I have no choice. Gerome expects me to have his way with you. It is not my way. But he will know if I do not do this.” Waylon pulled her to the edge of the desk, spreading her legs apart. She squealed, trying to pull away. He grabbed her hair sharply, jerking her back into place. She froze, snapping her eyes to his. “This will hurt.” He continued. “But I will make it as pleasant for you as I possibly can, starting with untying you. I know what it feels like to be held by both man and chains. You will not experience that at my hands.” He reached down, untying the ropes around her ankles. “If you try and get away, I will not be punished for letting you escape. You will be for trying. I suggest you stay here with me.” He added coldly. “Understood?” She nodded.
Waylon reached up between her legs, feeling the heat from her pussy on his leathery skin. His claws were long, but kept dull for times like this. He gently rubbed his fingers on the lips of her pussy, feeling her tremble at his touch. He continued to slowly massage the thin folds, using his other hand to pet her hair. He tucked her face in between his neck and shoulder, feeling the warm wet tears fall from her face onto him. She whimpered, but his soft touch slowly calmed her down. He waited until her trembles were barely noticeable before moving farther into her. 
He gently pulled back the folds of her pussy, exposing the moist pinker skin underneath. He turned his head down, watching where he touched her so she would not feel pain. He raised a finger and made circular motions on her clit, feeling her jerk involuntarily. As he worked, he could feel her becoming wet. She knew it too. 
“No, no.” She sobbed quietly. “I shouldn’t enjoy this.” She began to squirm, tears falling faster now. He knew she was struggling between fear of him and fear of his warning about “the people here.” He lifted her off the table, laying her on the floor. The sudden movement disoriented her, and he quickly removed his pants, allowing his hard member to extend to full length. Rose saw the long, scaly cock and realized how much it was going to hurt inside her. She scooted away as fast as she could as Waylon positioned himself. Her movements were slow and clumsy as she fought with the ropes still tied to her neck and wrists. Waylon was still faster. He climbed on top of her, laying his body against hers, their muzzles touching. “Please, don’t do this.” She begged.
Waylon sat up, positioning her hips to match his, but he did not go into her. He sat there, looking into her eyes, waiting for her to calm down. 
“There is nowhere for you to go. Allow me to do this, and it will be over soon enough. I will be as gentle as I can. If you continue to refuse, I cannot promise to be easy.”
His words hit home. She stilled, still shaking, as Waylon slowly pushed his cock into her small hole. She cried in pain as it ripped into her, stretching her. She had never been with a man, and now she was with one worth two men from back home. She could feel him harden even more as her pussy molded to his member. He pushed in as far as he could, until he reached the knot. She knew what the knots were, heard stories about how much they hurt. Waylon did not push his into her. 
He lowered himself back onto her, pushing her up underneath him as he went in and out. He worked quickly and quietly, letting out the occasional moan of pleasure. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter against her will, allowing his cock to go in and out of her faster. His breathing quickened, and her heart raced. He sped up for a final moment, just as her back began to arch from the arousal, and suddenly pulled out. She gasped from the sudden motion, falling back to the floor with a thud and he stood up on his knees. He rubbed her juices onto his hand, and just a quickly flipped her on her back.
“The faster I do this, the sooner it will stop hurting.” He said archaically. He used one hand to spread her cheeks apart, another to wipe her juices around her tail hole. He bent down, using his tongue to moisten her hole further. She knew what was coming, but the sensation of her tail hole being licked by his thin lizard tongue aroused her. She did not move away. 
He grabbed her hips and pushed them up against his, aligning her small tight hole against the head of his cock. Suddenly, he was inside her. And she was screaming.
His cock felt twice as big in her ass as it did before. He pushed it all the way inside her, pulling her onto his lap so it went as far up into her as it could. She continued to scream in pain until he reached up, grasping her muzzle shut with one hand, petting her face with the other. His tail wrapped around her leg, flicking her clit to try and offset the pain with pleasure. He did not go in and out of her until her screams turned into muffled sobs.
“We are almost done.” He said softly, laying her back down on the ground. He moved his hands to her hips as he began to pulse, in and out of her tight hole. It was bright red and barely stretching around his huge member. He moaned loudly in pleasure as her ass bounced back and forth. He felt her wet pussy on his balls, arousing him further. Pre-cum began to flow into her, more than he ever made before. It softened her hole so it would stretch farther. He pulsed faster and faster until finally he slipped his knot into her hole. She did not scream this time. She moaned, her body moving back towards him, pushing him farther into her. Her arousal moved him into a craze, and he began pumping wildly. Within moments, Waylon blew his load into her, filling her small hole up. She squealed happily.
As he finished, he pulled slowly out of her. He sat up and gently turned her over, pulling him against him. She curled up in his lap, her mind thinking that he just raped her, but her body overwhelmed with such intense erotic feelings. He caressed her hair, rubbing his cheek against hers.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear. “I shouldn’t have done this to you, I know I shouldn’t have, not right before what they will do to you. But I feared what Gerome would do too. I won’t let him have a chance at you now.” He paused, and she felt him smile into her fur. “You were amazing, you know that right? For someone so small, so innocent, I can’t imagine handling that the way you did.” He turned her head to face him. “I won’t let anyone do what I just did to you again.” He said protectively. 
She knew she shouldn’t, but she trusted him anyway - trusted that he would keep his word – that he would truly be the one and only person who she would lay with forever. For some reason, she was okay with that. She knew in the back of her mind she only wanted him because he had just done to her the most erotic thing she could ever imagine, and she had let him with little resistance. In her heart she believed he was the one for her, but her mind told her he really had raped her.
She listened to the heart.
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“There she is! What the hell Waylon? I thought I’d have to kick Gerome’s ass for losing one of my girls, but it was you holding up the line? I have to kick your ass now?”
“There is no need for ass-kicking Daphne. Waylon just had a little fun before hooking the girl up. There is no harm in that.”
“Yes there is. She could’ve been producing by now, and we wouldn’t have to catch up to Simon’s load.”
“What are you talking about “we”? I’m in charge of how much they produce, it’s my concern. Not yours. You bring in the pets, I make the ingredients, and then it gets shipped off to that creepy guy who does a bunch of creepy stuff with it.”
“Spoken eloquently from Professor Thompson himself.” Daphne mocked. Thompson rolled his eyes.
“I’m sorry Daphne,” Waylon spoke up. “I didn’t mean to make you wait. Gerome had a bit of fun with her before me, you know how it is.”
“Whatever. Just hook her up Thomson.”
“That’s what I do.” Thompson took the chain from Waylon, leading Rose to a platform in the center of the room. Wrist and ankle clasps lay ready to hold down any sized person that stepped into them. As Rose moved away, Waylon began to follow her, wanting badly to take her away from Thompson and his chains. His behavior did not go unnoticed.
“Well little rat,” Thompson grinned. “Get ready for a lifetime of sex.” He pushed a needle into her skin, and the world went black.
End of Chapter One ; The New Arrival