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By the time we're done with you, you'll have told us all we want to know.

The threat lingered in Kerrat's ears, a promise of worse to come in his current predicament. The bare room offered no distractions, no companions, nothing to put his mind off of what was to come. He'd struggled to get free, and it had come to naught. Now all he could do was sit and contemplate his fate.

He had no idea if rescue was coming. Perhaps he'd just end up as another missing person, another casualty of the war that continued to rage on. Since it was a well-defended enemy stronghold, even if they wanted to they might not be able to reach him. Definitely bad, and not just for his sake; he knew that if his captors did have a way to make him talk, they could get something out of him that they could use.

I won't give in...I won't put our planet at risk.

Things had looked so promising years ago. The sarauk, after years of being given the run-around by the One Galactic Federation, had finally gotten permission to terraform and colonize a planet in their nearest neighboring star system. It wasn't a matter of competition or anything - the sarauk were new to the Federation and were not exactly looked upon the best by some due to their reptilian appearance. And their representation was among the smaller of the members due to long being planet-locked, and there were plenty of suspicions that some of the larger members wanted to keep it that way. But with permission finally granted, they were about to have their second world.

They were right in the early stages of colonization of their new planet, christened Tessur, when the invasion began. Humans dropped in en masse, trying to drive out the sarauk and claim Tessur for their own. They belonged to the New Human Empire of Faulren, a radical wing of the Earth Coalition that had claimed half a dozen worlds already. They'd decided they wanted Tessur as another branch of their empire, and the sarauk suspected they wanted a convenient launching point for a full-on invasion, as their disdain of their kind was well-known.

Getting help against them was difficult; the sarauk didn't have much clout in the Federation, and the Earth Coalition had a fantastic amount. Faulren wasn't exactly supported by them - they'd learned their lesson decades ago after their early attempts at galactic conquest nearly got them eradicated, and since then they had eschewed the warlike tendencies of their forebears for the typical political maneuvering. But they were still humans, and still part of the Earth Coalition, and they were loathe to openly go against their own; as a consequence, the other members weren't that keen to act either. That left the sarauk pretty much on their own, another slap in the face from the Federation.

On the other hand, they weren't losing. Faulren had advanced military might that definitely overshadowed the sarauk, but they had advantages in knowing the terrain and having closer reinforcements, not to mention strength in military leadership. They weren't driving Faulren away, but they weren't losing any ground, and that was keeping things hopeful.

Kerrat was being held at a military stronghold of Faulren, close to the front of the action of his unit. They'd been pushing to make a charge at the base for a few months, making progress too slowly for anyone's liking. In an attempt to scope out potential weaknesses and get troop counts, they'd decided to send someone on a solo recon mission, behind enemy lines. A solo mission, exceptionally dangerous, and he was selected for it...Kerrat had had a long battle between honor and terror after learning what he'd be doing. It would be a huge boon to their efforts if he succeeded, but the odds of capture or death were high. Nonetheless, he'd gone in, determined to do all he could to try to turn the tide of the war.

He'd made it close enough to the base to get some notes, and stayed hidden reasonably well, or so he'd thought. But somehow, someone must have spotted him, because a gas grenade caught him unaware. Before he could escape, he was out cold, and when he woke up, he was being dragged into the base, restrained and taking verbal and physical abuse from the humans. Before they'd left him alone, they'd given hem the words he was remembering...he knew there was more coming, and he didn't know what.

Now he was stuck here in the cell, a barren place devoid of anything interesting or stimulating. A powerful barrier stood in place of a door, even trying to touch it would be painful. Not that he really could anyway - his hands and feet were bound by metal manacles, making movement under his own power a significant challenge. To add insult to injury, they'd tied his snout closed as well, so he couldn't even talk. Entirely unnecessary since he had no one to talk to...it was clearly just to humiliate him further.

Humiliation wouldn't get him talking, though. He was a soldier, maybe he was on the greener side but he was trained and knew how to handle himself. They'd have to do a lot worse if they wanted anything out of him. Maybe they were hoping to drive him mad with boredom to loosen his lips, but he figured he'd probably die of thirst before that happened.

He didn't know how many hours had ticked by, but eventually the barrier was lowered, and a human stepped into the cell, scowling down at him like he was a piece of filth on the floor rather than a fellow sapient. “Up, you shitbag. You've got some talking to do."

Kerrat gave him a dirty look that tried to communicate that he'd be doing nothing of the sort. But he still complied, getting to his feet with difficulty. The human grabbed him once he was standing, nearly throwing him to the ground again with the roughness of the motion. Even though Kerrat was larger than him, the human was no weakling, he did a pretty good job dragging him along and forcing him to stumble more quickly towards their destination.

They went down, down into the depths of the base, and into a dark room that looked like some kind of torture chamber. There was a table in the center of the room with metal latches on it, clearly meant for someone to be strapped down and held fast...and Kerrat had no illusions about who was going to be that someone. The human who'd dragged him down here left at that point, and another stepped forward, disengaging the bindings on his snout. “Enjoying your stay, lizard?"

“Fuck you."

“About the response I expected. Hopefully soon you'll be saying something more helpful for us. Or perhaps you wanted to start now and save us the trouble? Not like you could've made that many friends in there…"

Kerrat glowered at the human's smug face. He didn't like humans after all that had happened, but he especially didn't like this one. “You don't know the first thing about me, softskin."

“Oh, I'd say we know that and more." The human stepped back and picked up a tablet from a nearby table. “Let's see...Kerrat Ar Vildia...3rd rank, or prak, only in the military a short time, history of behavioral problems, no educational success...your leaders are idiots, throwing someone so green to the wolves. Or perhaps you were dumb enough to volunteer? I don't know what you all thought you could do with just one man...then again, your underdeveloped reptilian brain probably just doesn't have the power to handle that."

“Our brains are comparable to yours, human," Kerrat spat.

“Captain Addison, we've got things prepared," the human from nearby reported. “Should we get him down now?"

“Shortly, Captain Brown." Addison never took his eyes off of Kerrat, and the sarauk knew whatever they were planning for him wouldn't be much fun for him. “So, lizard, do you want a chance to get off easy, or are you going to stand in the way of us getting our world?"

“YOUR world?!" Kerrat spat harshly. “This was sarauk territory ages ago! We led the terraforming project, the Federation gave us official recognition! You're the invaders, we're trying to get you off of OUR world!"

“It doesn't matter what the Federation thinks. The superior species gets what it wants, and history has already proven the dominance of mammals to reptiles. And we humans are superior to all other races. Once we flex our might, none can stand in our way."

“Fuck your arrogant ass! You act like you have the military power of the Earth Coalition, but we know they've already rejected Faulren's warmongering! You're just a bunch of rogues, trying to gain power by taking over, but you won't succeed! We'll throw you out of our home no matter what it takes!"

Addison's face darkened. “Don't you dare speak of matters above your head, lizard. The biggest mistake the Earth Coalition ever made was caving to the pressure from their inferiors. The New Human Empire is following the path they abandoned, and once they see what we can do, they'll realize how wrong they were. And when they do, humans will finally take their rightful place as rulers of the universe, instead of prostrating themselves to lesser beings. Whether you like it or not, you will help us take another step towards our glory. Now you get one last chance to make it easy on yourself. Will you cooperate, or will we have to force it out of you?"

Kerrat shook his head. “Not a chance, human. I'd sooner die that give up anything to you."

“Hmph. Better men than you have backed off of statements like that. But no matter...we won't have any need of that, you'll give up what we want to know. Parish, help me bring our prisoner to the table."

“Right away, Captain." The two humans grabbed him, dragging him over to the torture table, their combined strength overcoming his uncooperativeness. He thought he might have a chance to escape, or at least lash out when they undid his manacles to bring his limbs into the bindings on the table, but before they undid the bindings he felt a powerful shock race through him from the back of his neck. A pained yell, and then he fell still, breathing heavily but unable to move his limbs. The paralysis lasted only seconds, but it was enough for them to heave him up onto the table and get him locked in. By the time he could move again, his arms, legs, tail, and neck were secured, and any chance of escape was out of reach. He'd just have to endure…

“Is our truth serum prepared, Parrish? I'm eager to get down to business."

“All ready, Chet. He won't know what hit him...I'll be pretty surprised if he doesn't succumb right away."

“Excellent. That's what I'm predicting as well...all right, introduce the drug, we'll get this show on the road."

Kerrat could only watch as the human called Parrish brought a syringe filled with a clear, pale yellow liquid up to his arm. A couple efforts to move it around and prevent him from getting it in were foiled when a jolt from the cuff around that arm rendered it temporarily paralyzed again. He prodded around for a moment and then sank it in, getting a hiss out of the sarauk - it wasn't exactly the most pleasant injection he'd had, and the human wasn't exactly making it easy on him. He could feel the fluid being pushed in, frustrated that he could do nothing about it, but trying to steel himself to resist whatever effects it would have.

The needle was extracted, and they waited for a bit. Kerrat was wary, but he wasn't feeling any different...whatever it was didn't seem to be working. “Heh...is that all you got? Whatever that was, it's not making me want to tell you anything."

The human named Chet smirked at him. “Oh, that's no surprise...the drug works on a particular catalyst. I'm just waiting for it to spread through your system, which it's probably done by now. So we can move on to what will break you now…"

Chet suddenly moved in to the table, and dropped his hand down to Kerrat's crotch. To the sarauk's shock, he started fumbling around his slit, his fingers slipping inside to feel for its hidden package. “What the fuck?! Get away from me, you damn pervert!"

“Tsk, such language...I expect to hear better out of that soon." He kept poking around, finally touching Kerrat's dick and trying to draw it out; the sarauk had been jerking around trying to get away from the contact, but a slightly painful squeeze put him down, he didn't want to risk any damage now. “Oh, starting to behave, are you? I suspect that's not going to extend to giving up your information...yet."

“Not on your life." Kerrat glared at him, but he couldn't stop the stiffening of his shaft, nor it's growth from his slit. His body was definitely starting to feel aroused, despite his total lack of want for it...trying to fight it was proving impossible, he couldn't keep his breaths from deepening or his loins from tingling.

Chet was grinning evilly at him, definitely liking what he was seeing. “Looks like the big bad reptile's just a little bitch at heart. Getting all hard at being captured and played with by his superiors...you should've just admitted it when you had the chance."

“Fuck you, monster. I know that's just what you put into me, you're not fooling anyone."

“So you say, but deep down you inferiors are all the same. And you'll be put in your proper place soon enough." Chet drew his hand away from Kerrat's dick, which was reaching its full size, a quite large piece of work with a pointed head leading to a ring of spiny bumps a couple inches from the tip, and then studded with smoother bumps down the rest of the shaft. Big as it was, the humans seemed unimpressed. “And look at that brutish thing. More like a weapon than a tool for pleasure...your females must be tormented by it. Fitting for a savage, big and ugly."

“Ha, like you assholes would know how to please a woman. I've seen those tiny things you humans pack, they're pathetic. No wonder you have to try to compensate by throwing your weapons around."

“He's certainly chatty, Captain," Parrish remarked from somewhere beyond Kerrat's line of vision. “I think he'll be saying what we want after we use this."

“Good, put it on." Kerrat was about to ask what, but it soon came into view, a small device that was just the size to fit around...he swallowed, but there was nothing he could do as the thing was wrapped around his cock, just underneath his spined ring. Even just the touch of it was sending a shudder through him...he couldn't help that, it was such a sensitive area, usually only making contact with a male's deep sphincter or a female's cervical ring. But that was only the beginning of it, he let out a shocked yell as it started buzzing, the entire ring around him vibrating against his sensitive flesh, rocking him hard as unwanted pleasure forced its way through him.

“Not so cocky now, it seems...time to have some fun." Kerrat's eyes widened as he saw Chet unzip the front of his pants and fish out his own hardening penis. Any attempt to protest was cut off by the heavy, rapid breaths and growling moans he was letting out as the pleasure from the vibrator got to him. “Consider yourself lucky, lizard, you don't deserve my attentions, but I'm willing to settle to further our ambitions."

Nothing Kerrat could do could stop him; he could only wince as he felt that dick enter his tailhole, compounding the sensations he was getting on his cock. It didn't really hurt, but he found himself wishing it did; as it was, it was even mildly pleasurable, though thankfully not especially so. He squirmed around, but nothing was extracting the human from his body.

“Hnnh...doesn't feel very tight...bet you've taken it up the ass more than a few times, eh? Bet you're the unit slut, taking whatever the higher-ups want you to, because they can't control themselves…"

“N-not...true! N-never...taken it!"

“Hm, unlikely...but I doubt you'd tell me if you did." Chet thrust in without any real concern for him, trying to build his own pleasure up in a hurry. Some might question why he would do something like this to his enemies, whether he had a secret desire for them...but his only desire was control, and there was a wild thrill in control and dominance over a bigger, physically stronger creature...a proof of the inherent superiority of his species, and of himself in particular. Parrish was in a similar boat, which was why they worked together on this; perhaps he would take the next victim.

Now Kerrat was starting to feel strange...as the pleasure continued to surge through him, his head started to get foggier, his mind less focused. He found it harder and harder to struggle, his body and mind were both relaxing...an odd giddiness was bubbling up, rejecting his efforts to fight against it. His growling moans were starting to become more genuine, unrestrained, and he was no longer making any effort to fight either the vibrator or the human in his tailhole.

“That's more like it...now you're a pleasant little bitch, aren't you?" Chet was panting harder as well, as he felt himself nearing his limit...he was going to fire fast, but that was fine, the only thing that mattered was that he deposited his load inside the sarauk, showed him where he belonged. He didn't bother holding back, grunting loudly as he felt his balls twitch and his first shots fire off, staining the reptile's insides with each squirt. There was no protest from Kerrat, only mindless acceptance of him, just how it should be...how it would be once they had their victory. Such thoughts fueled him, drove him to release every spurt he could inside the sarauk's rear.

Parrish saw Chet get his release, and knew that it was time to put an end to the fun. With a small remote device, he turned up the vibration to its maximum, making the thing buzz like an angry hornet. This was too much for Kerrat to take, he let out a loud cry as he fired out into the air, his seed splattering down onto him and making a huge mess all over his body. Over and over he launched, and each spurt, each passage of cum through his and out of his body, intensified his surrender. His mind went more or less blank, overwhelmed by the pleasure and the effects of whatever they'd put into him, leaving him insensible and extremely pliable...when his orgasm ended, he was totally relaxed, totally at ease, unable to think about resisting or anything...a blank slate waiting to be acted upon.

“Heh...so much for never giving up," Chet said with a derisive laugh, pulling out of Kerrat's ass and zipping up again. “All right, lizard...now you're in our thrall, and you're going to tell us what we want to know. We'll start with your troop movement plans...anything you know, you tell us. Right this moment."

And Kerrat did. In a trance, he spoke, gave up absolutely everything he knew about their plans, how they were planning an offensive and everything he knew about their set-up. And then on further prompts, he said all he could about their leadership, about their organization, about the forces they were going up against, their strengths and their weaknesses. By the time they were finished with him, he had given up just about every bit of information they had that they cared about...only when they were finished with him, had let him off the table and cuffed him back up and wrapped his muzzle again, did the drug's effects start to die out and he realize what had happened.

“You'll learn one day never to fight us," Chet said darkly as he looked down at the re-bound reptile in the floor, the defiance in him replaced with despair. “This drug will help ensure your defeat, and you will be slaves to us, nothing more than beasts for us to use as we see fit. Maybe you'll learn to accept your master and give in to him before he has to get rough with you...for now, content yourself with knowing you helped sow the seeds of your own destruction."

---

Time passed. Kerrat wasn't sure how much. He barely cared.

They'd drugged him, broken through his resistance with something he couldn't have been prepared for...but did that matter? He'd given up vital information, now the humans knew their movement plans and could ambush them with their entire force stationed in the area...would they be bringing other captives in, so they could see him and know how they lost?

Despair consumed him. He wished he could die. But they wouldn't let him. When he stopped eating and drinking, they forced food and water down his throat. He tried to beat himself against the walls, but they raised padding against them and restrained his movement even further. At this point he didn't know why, he had told them everything, everything he knew that mattered, it seemed like they were keeping him alive just to torment him...or maybe they really were doing it so that the others would know of his betrayal, just before they were put through it themselves. Demoralizing was as effective a tactic as anything.

More time passed...and then, suddenly a commotion. He only heard it at first, could not see anything from his windowless cell. It was the first interesting thing that had penetrated the miasma of despair, and he clung to it, trying to make anything out that he could. All he could hear were indistinct voices, shouting that was a mix of panic and anger, but his mind went a bunch of places, trying to find some reason for hope...even if he could never live down his betrayal, freedom could give him a chance to atone.

After a while, the voices died down again, and with it his spirits. He slumped back down on the ground, falling into dismal despair again. Of course it was too good to be true...they weren't coming for him. They couldn't, and if they had somehow survived the attack he knew had to have happened, they wouldn't want to rescue someone like him.

He could hear the echo of footsteps coming towards his cell. Feeding time, he supposed...he resented them prolonging his agony, this time he'd bite if they tried, he didn't care if it meant a beat-down, maybe they'd go too far and-

“Kerrat?"

Kerrat's eyes jerked open. That was a voice he knew - and NOT from the base.

The barrier to the cell disappeared, and a familiar sarauk appeared in his vision. Dressed in advanced armor, bearing a muzzle with a slanted scar on the front, and the mark of an empirak, a high-ranking officer. One of his superiors. They had come...somehow, they had made it!

He knelt down in front of Kerrat and unlocked him from his bindings, releasing his arms and legs for the first time in ages and allowing his snout freedom without the prospect of being force-fed. able to finally speak, he gasped out to his savior. “Empirak Jalgrian! You...you came for me?"

“Easy, easy...stay down." Jalgrian put a hand on Kerrat to keep him still on the ground, and looked him straight in the eye. Before he could ask what was going on, his superior spoke the words.

“It's over, Xaltar. You can wake up now."

---

It was like emerging out of a long sleep, except every moment of the dream stuck with him. He remembered…

...that he was not Kerrat Al Vildia, 3rd rank in the Tessur Armed Forces, but Xaltar Rindalio, 7th rank, forcestus and commander of one of the most elite units in the TAF. One of the forefronts of the resistance to the Faulren human invasion, and the leader of the offensive on this front with the goal of taking this base, a key strategic point for the Faulren forces...

...how they had acquired intel suggesting that the humans at this base had been finalizing development of a drug that could be used to extract information from captives with great effectiveness, and were planning to use it to ambush sarauk troops on the move. By taking units prisoner, they could get information that could potentially turn their fortunes to their advantage, which would allow them to spread their drug to the rest of the Faulren invasion...

...how they had decided, knowing it was risky but banking on the predictable behavior of the humans, to try a complex subterfuge. A plant would be used, with the express purpose of getting captured and undergoing the enhanced interrogation, to get information about this new drug as well as plant false information about troop movements and lead the humans into an ambush. Unwilling to put any of his subordinates' lives on the line, Xaltar had volunteered to undergo deep psychological masking, building a false identity over his true one and acting as the plant himself. They could get past his mental resistance, but they couldn't break through such a powerful alteration to his mind that even he wasn't aware of it.

Now he was awake, and Xaltar knew that it had all been a success. In a whirl, Kerrat Al Vildia was no more, and he was once again himself. Jalgrian, his direct subordinate and his right-hand man, was grinning widely as he saw awareness enter his eyes. “Glad to have you back, sir."

“Glad to be back, Jal. Thanks for getting those things off of me."

“Not a problem." Jalgrian reached his hand out and pulled Xaltar to his feet. Finally, he could stand and stretch...being caught up like that had been making him cramp up something fierce. The bruises on his head weren't all that pleasant either, the masking personality had gone through a bit more of a breakdown than he had hoped. He saw the other sarauk grinning wider at him as he looked his naked body over. “Looking good, sir. Been too long since I've seen you like this."

“Make any cracks about it and it'll be longer." Xaltar tried to make it sound imposing but the good-natured tone couldn't be fully masked. The nice thing about having a right-hand man in the TAF: he did lots of jobs one usually had to leave to one's right hand. And Xaltar would no doubt be getting a good bit of that after his total lack of action during his undercover mission. Well, almost total… “What's the status of the base?"

“Completely conquered. The misdirection worked like a dream, they never saw us coming. We had them overwhelmed and wiped out in just a few hours, and that left the base ripe for the picking. Casualties were minimal on our end, and we managed to capture most of the enemy forces alive. Especially at the base, they didn't leave nearly enough of a force here to mount a proper defense."

“Fantastic...so we're in no danger here, then?"

“We shouldn't be, but I know you like to be prepared anyway. Should I get you your uniform and armor, sir?"

“Yes, yes...but I won't be donning it just yet. You've got captives, right? I want to deal with a couple of them personally, and I think that might get in the way. In fact, if you'd like to help, I'd rather enjoy that."

Jalgrian looked at him curiously. “I'm not sure I understand, sir."

“I'll explain it to you when we get to where we need to go. For now, I need to get in touch with the presandir. Let's get to the comm stations, hopefully they've finished up the jamming by now. Then we're going to take a little tour of this place..."

---

A while later, the two were down in the torture room, with Xaltar telling his story. Jalgrian had joined him in his state of undress, and he was a near match for his superior, just a bit smaller and slightly less built, though a specimen most would have dreamed of being nonetheless. It was one of the reasons Xaltar liked him.

“...And then they took me back to the cell, and that's what happened with all that. I've already gotten the report to our superiors, and we've had a rather nice little chat about what it means. I tell you, though, I never suspected it was something like this."

Jalgrian shook his head solemnly. “Hard to believe this is what they were developing. I mean, I've heard of truth serums before, but a drug which causes you to basically become hypnotized after you orgasm? That's just messed up. Who thinks of something like that?"

Xaltar nodded. “Yeah, sounds nuts, but...it's effective. I was squawking like an Earth parrot after just one round, and it hit damn hard. No way I could've fought it, I don't know if anyone could unless they were nullified...if this got out it would've seriously hurt us. But it didn't, and now we've got the only supply of it left...we can turn it to our advantage."

“You sure, Xaltar? This must violate war conventions."

“I made a check with the presandir. They confirmed two things for me. First, we've got full exemption to use it on them since they used it on us, part of the Doctrine of Equal Retribution, so long as we destroy it after the conflict ends. Because Faulren went rogue, the conventions allow us to do like to like. I'm guessing, though, that these guys don't have the advantage of having misdirection implanted in their minds, so they're gonna be telling us stuff we can really use."

Jalgrian nodded, slowly opening up his grin. He could see where this was going, if his commander had invited him here… “Guess Faulren should've thought about that. Then again, they seem to think we don't know a blessed thing. The others are gonna be jealous that we can get a bit of them like this."

“That's where the second confirmation comes in. The Federation, with special permission from the Earth Coalition, has given us the go-ahead to follow sarauk rule of law in dealing with Faulren, rather than turning them over to Federation officials. We can do what we want to any human invading Tessur, as long as we don't take aggressive action against Faulren itself. I say if these humans want sex with sarauk so badly, let's make them lay in the bed they made."

The eyes of the empirak busted wide open. “You don't mean...we're gonna have pleasure slaves?!"

“Bet that'll make the boys really happy. Human bitches that'll take whatever they want to give, won't try to fight them...it'll be a lot easier than jockeying for position amongst themselves." Xaltar grinned widely. “They think they know all there is to know about sex and mind control...well, let's show them a thing or two about what WE can do with it."

“Oh, hell yes! If they thought they were clever with this, they'll never see our stuff coming! Course, there's no truth serum component, but we'll be done getting info from them by that time, I'm sure. And let me guess, the captives you want to deal with are…"

“The ones who did it to me, yep. Speaking of…" The two turned as the doors opened, and two sarauk entered with their bound and disrobed captives. Chet Addison and Parrish Brown, the former looking furious and the latter looking terrified. “It looks like our guests are here. You two thought you really had something going, didn't you? I'll admit, I can see where you're coming from...it's nice being in control. But slimy worms like you, you don't deserve that. You're gonna be the first to enjoy what we have in store for you."

“Fucking lizard! You're nothing but savages...you can't do this to us!" Chet burst out.

“Sure we can. You'd think you'd be smarter than to think us primitive...we've kept up against your supposed superiority for this long, and now we've got your base. But, if you really want to know what savages are like, well, you're in for a treat."

One of the sarauk guards handed Jalgrian a small kit, giving him a curt nod. Neither one made any note of their commanders' nudity, but the slight smirks on their faces as they left suggested they knew exactly what would be coming. With the doors shut, it was just the four of them, with the roles well reversed from the first time.

Xaltar and Jalgrian each took one of the phials from the kit and drew some of the fluids inside into the syringe. The first injection wouldn't be the thing that had been used on them; rather, it was a compound that would ensure that the humans wouldn't be damaged by their actions, necessary given the difference in size. It was usually used recreationally for relations between sarauk and smaller species, and it was definitely effective.

“I think you'll find that being on the other end is a bit rough at first," Xaltar commented as the two injected their victims, their raw strength keeping them still enough for it to go off without a hitch. “But don't worry, you'll come to enjoy it once we're done with you."

“Enjoy it? Impossible!" Chet shot back.

“Not really. We've got ways of making it happen...soon you won't be able to get enough sex from us, which will be a good thing because you'll be getting plenty of it." He grinned at the shocked expression on the human's face. “Oh, did they not tell you? We're making you pleasure slaves...if you've ever wondered what being a slave feels like, you'll have a chance to find out first-hand. You'll be...ah, what was it you called it? Oh, right, a little bitch."

“You can't do that! Earth would-"

“Earth's already given us permission," Jalgrian said as he drew the second drug into the syringe, the one the humans had designed, and slowly injected it into Parrish, who was putting up very little struggle. “They're not going to defend you on this one."

“But...but…"

“Too bad, you had your chance to leave us alone," Xaltar said as he dosed up Chet himself, sealing the human's fate. “But look on the bright side...now you'll get to know and love the big, brutish, savage cock you were so eager to get me to show you. And learn exactly why our females, and our males, love it so much."

Before Chet could protest again, Xaltar stuffed a rag from a table into it, holding it in with his large hand and ignoring his discomfort. It wasn't going to stay in there forever, just until he could feel the human come under his sway. His other arm was more than enough to force Chet to bend forward, and he brought his cock up to the cleft in his ass, pressing it hard against him and making him squirm. He could tell that Chet was already falling under the influence of his own drug, his movements were becoming less combative and he was already sporting an erection. “Don't be shy, now...you're going to love this, I guarantee it."

He pulled back and drove in, sending the full length of his dick into his new human bitch in one go. Through the rag, Chet let out a muffled cry, but it wasn't in pain; the sarauk drug was highly effective, preventing damage and eliminating any major discomfort apart from the feeling of stretching, which would be adapted to in time. Chet's face was flushed, there was a definite embarrassment or humiliation in what he was enduring, though that would fade soon enough. Xaltar didn't rush it, letting his cock stand in Chet's ass for a bit, enjoying the right fit. He wanted to let this sink in, and properly get his turnabout.

A quiet cry from nearby made them both turn their heads. Jalgrian had sunk himself into Parrish, only without muzzling the other human, letting his voice go free thanks to his lack of invective. There was definitely a somewhat different response to the treatment from him...Parrish didn't really seem to be struggling, even without having fully fallen under the drug's effects, and he was more receptive to the insertion, taking it with less fuss. Xaltar couldn't help but chuckle. “Heh, I think your partner there didn't need much encouragement to be our bitch, did he? Guess maybe he had a reason he wanted to stick around while you were trying to mess with me." He didn't get any real response out of Chet, but there was a noticeable twinge in his body, as if he'd picked up on that as well but didn't want to accept it.

“No maybe about it," Jalgrian added in with a grunt; he was getting started on screwing his human a bit more quickly than Xaltar was. “He's been way too compliant for someone who wasn't into the idea. Not that that's a bad thing...you'll find you'll be treated very well if you're this obedient all the time," he hissed directly into Parrish's ear. There were no words from the human in reply, but they did seem to have an effect on him, making him seem to surrender even more.

Making Chet watch his former partner in crime fall like this was fun, but Xaltar wasn't in the mood to wait any longer. He pulled his cock back out, the bumps and spines scratching an Chet's insides effectively and making him shudder...then he thrust back in, pounding his cock deep inside, providing the counterpoint with the tip jabbing the human's pleasure button. He noted that Chet didn't seem to have the deep inner lock that sarauk males had, that would hold his cock in place at the end of their coupling...the roughest of romps between males would break that lock, allowing them to keep pounding throughout their partner's climax, but it seemed that would be pretty easy here. And he was definitely looking forward to that.

He kept driving in and out, making sure that Chet felt every inch, every bump as clearly as possible. It only took a minute for him to sense the human falling under the spell of the drug, and when he did he pulled the rag out, allowing his cries to reach the open air. How satisfying it was to have Chet succumb like this, make him feel the same way he felt in his captivity...even sweeter still would be to have him admit that he liked it, which he eventually would, by necessity or by force, whichever it would take.

There would be no struggle from Parrish, who was openly displaying his pleasure by now. Jalgrian's thrusts were igniting an electricity inside him, one that was only enhanced by the fog rising in his mind. The sarauk was going a bit easier on him than Xaltar was on Chet, but still giving him the ride of his life...there would be no going back for him, the part of him still cognizant of his situation was looking forward to his new life. Pleasure slave for the lizards didn't sound like such a bad outcome after everything was said and done.

Chet wasn't feeling quite the same way; the little bit left not under the drug's thrall was still trying to curse his luck, swear revenge, use every epithet he could think of...but none of it was coming out, only the humiliating cries of pleasure and surrender to the thrusting cock in his ass. The worst part was that there was no discomfort, no pain, nothing negative to pin it on...only continuous, unrivaled pleasure, far better than anything he'd ever gotten being on top, and it was only making it easier for him to succumb to the drug. Before he even reached his climax, his mind fell, blanking out completely to the force of the sensations in his body.

He was the first to go, a mindless call issuing from his mouth as his cock started to shoot, staining the floor with pearl and clenching down around the thrusting dick from his captor. Xaltar clenched his jaw as extra pleasure pulsed through his dick, sending him closer to his own limit...he was at least going to make himself outlast the other human, purely for the sake of pride. But damn, he couldn't deny that it felt good to be taking one of these humans...he'd have to see if he could get his own private pleasure slave to take it out on. Then again, Jalgrian might get jealous.

Speaking of, his partner was doing a number on Parrish, driving himself into the human with greater force and speed now. He'd even undone the cuffs on Parrish's hands, but no move was made to escape, Parrish was even pushing back into the sarauk's thrusts, trying to get himself off. It wasn't much longer before he accomplished that, letting out a long, pleasured moan as he fired his own load onto the floor, a mist arising in his eyes as he too fell, though the expression on his face seemed unconcerned about it.

“Shit...so tight…" Jalgrian muttered as he clenched his fingers on Parrish's body, responding to the human's tensing much like Xaltar had. It was merely moments later that he let out a fierce growl, signaling his own climax; he never stopped thrusting, going at it as hard as he could to drive his seed deeper into the human, spreading his essence inside Parrish and providing the last bit of what was needed to ensure he'd always be able to handle their kind. His was a healthy load, thick and voluminous, earning him an extra blank moan from Parrish as the human instinctively responded to the filling sensation.

The pressure was off of Xaltar now, and he raced to bring himself finally to his own peak. His deep, guttural snarl was much stronger than Jalgrian's reaction, resonating through him and his bitch both as he unleashed his lead deep into Chet. It was a lot better than having it spit into open air like before, now it was going into someone else like it was meant to...and he was plenty happy to make sure it was someone who had wronged him, now he would know who was in charge. And he showed up the pathetic dribble the human had put into him, sending great gushes of thick sarauk seed inside him, permanently marking him as one of their slaves. He went all out, drilling the human over and over until every drop he could muster was seeping through his bowels.

“Wow...they're really out of it, aren't they?" Jalgrian observed as he pulled himself from Parrish, a bit of seed dripping from the tip of his spent dick. “Kinda scary to look at, knowing it could've been us...we'll have to make sure that stuff never gets out."

“Definitely," Xaltar agreed. “It's way too dangerous, I don't think I'd even trust our superiors with it. I've half a mind to get rid of it all now...but if we can use it to end this war faster, then we'll have free reign to dispose of it afterwards without getting our asses in hot water. So for now, let's just make sure we're the only ones with access to it." He flipped Chet over and sat him up, holding the blank-faced human upright and in place. “And that means knowing a little more about who knows its secrets. So...anything you know, you tell us." A grin crept up on his face as he could see the human start to respond to the order. “Right this moment."