You are a typical, young adult female Human. Your age? About twenty-one. You're on a transport ship, traveling home to the colony you grew up on. It's not a packed voyage and the ship itself is decently small. Only four other people were traveling with you, including the pilot and co-pilot. The other two passengers? An elderly couple. Unassuming, quiet. Both have barely said a word to you beyond general greetings and platitudes. That's fine by you, however. Traveling alone has never bothered you. When you take your first general stock of those around you, everyone on your voyage is some variation of your standard Human.

No Xenos, no aliens. Nothing extra-solar to your common ancestry of Earth. It's day two of the four-day trip. You'll be heading to a way station where you will be transferring to a larger, and much faster, transport. Uneventful so far, as such trips usually are. That was, of course, until the attack came. You don't know who they were, what they wanted, or why they would be attacking a small transport ship barely holding any precious cargo save for its occupants. What you do know is that they boarded you in the middle of the 'night'. You didn't get a look at your attackers. They incapacitated you easily. The last thing you saw before losing consciousness was a hulking armored figure, clad in black, wielding a sword.

You awoke sometime later, head pounding. As your blurry eyes adjust to the bright light, the first thing you notice is that you're not on the transport anymore. As you try to move the second thing you notice is that your arms and legs are bound together behind your back and you are laying on a metal floor. It's after your senses start to come back to you that the third thing you notice is that you are completely naked. You try shouting out, but after several long minutes of no response, you give up on that. It takes what feels like an hour for the door to your cell (that's what you are assuming it is now) to open. You look up as best you can and look at the thing standing in front of you.

It's bipedal, with two arms, two legs, and a head. All obscured, however. It's wearing some kind of armored suit. An opaque black visor where the face would be looked down at you. You try to talk to it, but it ignores you, simply looking you over, walking around you, and doing what you can only assume is scanning or probing you with some kind of handheld device. This proceeds for about ten minutes until it is seemingly satisfied and heads back to the door. Leaving you alone once more.

The door doesn't reopen for another hour or so. It's hard to tell because you've lost track of time. As the heavy-sounding metallic doors slide open, instead of the same armored being as before entering your cell, something much larger does. Looking at it, or as you would later come to understand, him, you can see that this is not some faceless being. Oh no. Standing at what you would guess is over two and a half meters tall and at least three or four times your size is a black leather armor-clad reptilian creature. A reptiloid alien of some kind, one of a species you don't recognize. However, there is one thing you can notice about it. It's big and looks very un-amused.

Its large head tilts down to look at you and you can't help but feel a sense of fear wash over you. Its pale green scales are brightly accented in the light of your cell. A row of four sharp-looking spines on its head catches your eye, along with the protruding maw housing visibly sharp teeth. Its clawed hands are probably as big as your head, and its uncovered muscled arms look just as large. Summoning some courage you attempt to talk to it, ask it what it wants. It just hisses and growls some guttural alien language at you. Quite apparently there is a language barrier here. You try to talk to it again, slower perhaps in a kind of futile attempt at understanding. It just snarls in response and gives you a swift kick in the abdomen, winding you and causing you to cry out and double over in pain. You fall back to the floor from your previous sitting position and curl up as best you can into the fetal position.

The reptiloid lets out another growl and what sounds like a huff of approval. To you, the message was very well received. Stop talking. So you decide to stay in your curled-up position as best you can as it proceeds to walk around you, examining you. You try to track it with your eyes as it does. It hisses and growls at you again, causing you to instinctually tense up and slam your eyes shut, averting your gaze immediately. You hear the leather in its armor creak as it gets closer to you, bending down. Without much warning, it grabs your chin with its huge, clawed hand. It forcefully moves your head around, seeming to examine you before letting you go once more.

A couple more pokes and prods later and the huge lizard is seemingly satisfied, leaving your cell without any further communication, much to your relief. When you finally have a moment to yourself with your thoughts, you can't help but hastily theorize about what it was doing and why you are here or where here even was. Venturing a further examination of your surroundings, you shimmy yourself back up into a kneeling position. A feat that is still complicated by your current state of bondage. The room you are in is exactly that, a room. Metal walls, a metal floor and a metal ceiling with a single bright light indented in it. No windows and the door is of a heavy metal construction. There doesn't seem to be any kind of control mechanism on your side either. Other than you in the room, it is completely devoid of anything else. There is absolutely nothing to go on, so your speculation starts to get a bit wilder. You're a prisoner, that much is certain. But what kind of prisoner are you? Are you captors slavers? Are they going to sell you? Ransom you?

Your thoughts start to turn to something even darker now. Maybe you're not a prisoner at all. Maybe you're livestock. A future meal for a group of those reptiloid creatures. Your thoughts run wild, you start to hyperventilate in panic and the uncertain nature of your predicament. Sometime around thirty minutes later at least some of your questions are answered. The heavy metal door slides open as two of the original smaller armored beings enter your cell. Without a word, they move over to you and remove the restraints around your ankles. They grab you and stand you up, giving you a sharp prod in the back to start moving towards the open door and out of your cell. You comply, you don't have a choice. As they guide you through the hallways, you try to ask them questions, but they ignore you.

These particular beings, whatever they are, have yet to say anything or make any kind of noise. Either being unable or unwilling to talk to you. The temperature has noticeably increased now. If you have to guess, it was upwards of thirty degrees Celsius as you are marched, still naked and with wrists restrained behind your back, through the red and black painted metal corridors. Eventually, your escort has you stop in front of a large door. There is a marking on it but you can't make out the symbol. It's completely alien to you. One of the beings hits a keypad beside it and the door slowly hisses open revealing a large room. Your stomach seems to drop out from underneath you as you take what look around at what you can.

Restraining devices, quite a few of them. For the most part, they look like a mix of short single poles and pillories. With a sharp push to your back, you are prodded through the doorway and it hisses shut behind you. You try looking for an escape route, but none seem to be obvious to you. The only door in the room is the one you just came from. You are led to a group of four of the short poles. Two of which appear to be occupied and housing two other women, just as naked as you are. You gulp some as you look them over. Both of them are very much not Human, but still Humanoid in appearance. A single head, two arms, two legs and very noticeably two breasts pulled downwards by gravity in their bent-over positions. As you are lead closer you get a better look at the short poles. The pole itself seems to be made of a decently thick, dull metal bolted to the floor. Its only distinguishing feature is an equally dull-looking large metal ring attached to the top of it, along with two smaller ones about a fifth of the way down from the top on both sides. You are stopped in front of one and one of your escorts opens up the metal collar on the top.

The next thing you know you are grabbed and your head is forced into position inside the restraint, bending you forward in the process. You let out an unexpected cry at the quickness and forcefulness of the action. Before you can resist, you hear the restraining collar click and lock. You try to push back from your newly bent-over position, but the metal restraint doesn't give. You attempt to readjust your position, widening your stance to compensate for your new lack of balance. Before you are given any real time to adjust, you feel your wrists being unshackled, but just for a moment as they two are forced into the new restraints just below your head.

The cuffs make an audible 'click' as you are secured. Once again struggling seems to be futile as the metal cuffs around your wrists are securely fastened to the pole. Unfortunately for you, your two escorts are not done, however. As you have now been forcefully bent over forward, your ankles are grabbed and put in restraints as well, keeping your legs pushed apart with you unable to close them. You are now completely restrained and exposed, the same as the other two women. Your two escorts, their job now apparently complete, leave. As you try to process your situation you test your restraints again, still having trouble processing what had just
happened. But just as before, they are solid and you are now very much locked into this bent over and spread apart position.

You attempt to say something to the other two women. Questions, anything, trying to get any context as to what was happening. The way their poles are positioned they are looking at each other, with you right next to one of them on their left. They just look at you however, the one across to your right more directly while the other with a side eye as that's all she could seem to manage.

You try to talk to them again and one responds this time. However, you can't understand her. There is a sinking feeling in your gut as you realize you don't speak the same language. Any hope of answers to your questions quickly evaporates. You try to take a moment to take stock of what is happening. From being locked and bound in a room by yourself to being bent over and bound to this restraining pole, it's not making a whole lot of sense to you. If you were to be eaten by reptilians, this seems like an odd way to go about it. Your mind drifts back to your original thoughts. You are a prisoner of some kind.

By the looks of this room you are in, maybe it is a slaver operation. But with no way to meaningfully communicate with your fellow prisoners, there is not much you can do but lament the ache starting in your back and the almost unbearable ambient heat of the room. And so begins the waiting. Waiting for what, you're not exactly sure. What feels like an hour or two passes before you hear the familiar sound of the door you entered through opening. You try to look over but from your angle, you can't quite see anything.

That is until the figure of a green-skinned humanoid female comes to a stop in front of you. She smiles at you and you make a concerted effort to take a quick look at her. She's a little smaller than you, maybe by about half a head, with neatly tied back deep blue/green hair and a well-endowed chest. Her skin is a smooth-looking light-ish green and is very well cared for. She's quite pretty all things considered. One of the 'faceless ones', as you've started to call them in your mind, is flanking her. However, it doesn't seem to be prodding her on like they did to you. Instead, it is simply silently following her and holding a deep tray in its two armored hands. Taking another look at her, you see that she's as naked as you are. And apparently, judging by the telling bump in her stomach, in the beginning stages of pregnancy.

The green woman smiles at you once more and says something you don't understand. She then pats your head, picking up what looks like a collar from a tray provided by the 'faceless one' and expertly fastening it around your neck outside of the other collar keeping you locked to the pole. Once it clicks into place she smiles at you again.

“Welcome zero-one-four!” You understand what the woman says this time. “The Master will be along shortly to introduce himself. Be a good girl and get yourself ready for him, okay?”

You try to ask her what is going on and where you are, but the green woman just smiles at you. She looks over to the other two women beside you for a moment, not addressing them like she had you. As she looks off to her left a wider smile materializes on her face. You watch as she bows her head as the large reptiloid from earlier approaches. Some words you can't understand are exchanged between the two of them before the reptilian alien looks at you, seemingly with contempt and annoyance. After a couple more words the green woman almost skips off as the lizard stares you down. Cold-looking reptilian eyes bore their way into yours, causing you to instinctually flinch and look away. He lets out a low growl and walks out of your field of vision, seemingly moving off somewhere behind you.

Your heart is starting to race with the green woman's implications. 'Get ready?' You think. What was there to 'get ready' for? A new fear quickly manifests itself when you feel a pair of cool, scaled hands grab your hips. You attempt to cry out and beg as you feel the tip of something equally foreign press into your sex. It makes no difference however as your pleas are ignored and you are forcefully entered by a very large, very thick, and equally cold-blooded phallus. Its size is larger than anything you have ever had inside of you like that before, and it doesn't yield to your tight little hole. Oh no. It forcibly stretches you and easily bottoms you out. It doesn't seem to matter to him that you are very much not aroused and are painfully (for you) dry as he fills you completely.

The next twenty minutes feel like almost an eternity as you cry out and scream for help. Begging, pleading for it to stop. For anything, as the large lizard man roughly and uncaringly fucks you. The restraints on your ankles prevent you from even attempting to close your legs while your arms are equally useless cuffed securely to the pole. You feel his claws dig into the soft flesh of your hips and waist as his tight grip on you remains steadfast. Only once the large alien phallus is firmly pushed into you, and you feel the relatively cool sensation of his cold-blooded reptilian semen splash against your most intimate insides, does your torture come to an end. Without so much as a word, the lizard man pulls out and simply walks away, leaving you to silently cry and wonder why this was happening.

t's been several days now. A week perhaps. The realization about your situation has finally started to dawn on you. You're not getting out of this. This is how it's going to be for a while if not a long while. Your first night was rough. Being forced to hold your bent-over position for hours was already starting to put a strain on you. The slow drip of the reptilian's semen down your leg was a cool reminder of what had happened. At some point in what you could only assume was the evening, the floor under you began to whir. A small section of the flooring underneath you began to rise up until the flat metal of it pushed firmly into your midsection just above your stomach.

This was a bit of a relief as it allowed you to relax your body some and take some of the weight off of your back. Once you felt the small section of the cool floor against your bare skin, you had taken a look at the other two women with you. The same thing had happened with theirs. And much to your horror, you had noticed that both of them had closed their eyes. Apparently, this was how you were to sleep. Bent over, bound and naked. Supported by only a small piece of cold metal that didn't even pass your sides. After a few minutes, the lights above abruptly cut out. The only light that remained coming apparently from a couple of braziers attached to the walls with their flames still flickering.

The heat had not reduced either, probably being still close to that thirty-degree Celsius mark. Sleep did not come to you that first night, or at least very little of it did. Try as you might, but as the overhead lights snapped back on and the sleeping support retreated from underneath you, you had still been acutely aware and alert of your unfamiliar surroundings. A thought had come to you though in the night. If you were zero-one-four, then it stood to reason that the other two women you were with were zero-one-three and zero-one-two. Who being who you couldn't know.

But in any case, you figured your logic was sound. You took a look around, trying to get a headcount of the room. If there were indeed fourteen of you, you could only see six others. The two you were with and four more women in the other corner of the room, set up in the same formation as you three were. Unable to locate any more, you took to looking around the room instead. Something you had failed to adequately do the previous day. It was a high vaulted ceiling, maybe six to seven meters in height. The room was also fairly large, but from your position, it was difficult to say just how large. You could see four other sets of four poles and pillories from your location, but you knew there were more behind you that you couldn't see. You had seen them when you were brought in.

Only one of those sets seemed to be occupied. The room itself was blank. The walls were painted a deep scarlet red with a steel-colored metal floor and a foreboding black ceiling. Other than a couple of flame-lit braziers scattered throughout the room, there was nothing additional of note on the walls that you could see. You tried to distract yourself by trying to absorb every little detail you could, but since there was not much to take in, you quickly went back to just looking over your 'companions'. The woman across from you to the right you could get the best look at. She was female, humanoid, with a lithe-looking build and tan skin, dark black hair, and some distinctly pointed ears.

It had never really occurred to you just how many alien species shared such similar physical appearances. Probably a product of your own ignorance from being around default Humans for your entire life. The only other real item of note was the small band that seemed to be around her head and secured in her mouth. You attempted to speculate what it might be as you continued to look her over.

Zero-one-two, as you figured you'd refer to her, didn't look at you back. Or if she did, she didn't look at you much. As the Lizard Alpha had been violating you, she had very pointedly not watched. And even now her gaze was set somewhere else. Zero-one-three, the woman beside you directly to your right, you couldn't get as good a look at. She was humanoid as well but with a couple more quirks to her that you had been able to see. White hair with pale, cream-colored looking skin. A little bigger than you if you had to guess. Her breasts certainly hung lower than yours were currently if your memory served you correctly.

There were some small scaled patches along her body as well, along with a couple spots on her face. A greyer white than her skin, all culminating in her wider hips and stubby little scaled tail. Both species you didn't recognize, but both are undoubtedly female. The thought brought you back again to the purpose of the room. It was obviously meant to hold you here in uncomfortable but secure positions. If it was for slavery transport, surely there had to be a better way for it. And what about the rape you had endured? Was that just a one-off thing? Something meant to break prisoners? You hadn't seen the reptaloid since then. So you really had no way to tell.

Your internal musing was soon interrupted by the sound of the single access door opening, the metallic hiss resonating throughout the relatively quiet room. You tried to take a look at who had entered, curious but fearing the worst if it was the return of the lizard man. To your slight relief, it was the green-skinned woman again, flanked by one of those faceless, armored ones. She would look at you once again with a smile.

“Good morning zero-one-four!” She said in a fairly chipper tone. “I hope you slept well.”

You try to protest and demand information from her, telling her your name as well. The green-skinned woman either didn't hear you, didn't understand you, or more simply didn't care as she ignored everything you had said and continued on.

“There are just a couple more things we need to set you up with. So be a good girl and cooperate.” The smile she wore was starting to irritate you.

You try to protest again but it just falls on deaf, uncaring ears. The green woman picked up a folded semi-circle object from a tray that the faceless one was holding and brought it up to your mouth. She held it there and looked at you.

“Open up, zero-one-four!.” She requested. A request to which you refused, keeping your mouth very solidly shut. The green-skinned woman seemed to pout.

“You need to open your mouth.” She reiterated.

Once again you refused, staring at her defiantly. This didn't seem to anger the green-skinned woman or even upset her as she simply sighed. Her hands reached over to your restraints and seemed to touch something you couldn't see.

“Are you sure you want to be like this? Don't you want to be a good girl? Open up.” The green skin woman asked you, quite calmly.

Again you continued to refuse her command, something to which once again elicited a sigh from her. In your peripheral vision, you could see her press something else, another button, or something of the like. Almost immediately you scream out. The painful sensation of being repeatedly shocked by an ever-increasing amount of directed electricity around your neck, hands, and ankles ripped through you. It was excruciating and random. Never giving you a chance to adapt or predict when or how the next one will happen. After about a minute of you screaming in pain and begging for her to stop, she actually did. As the sensation faded she looked at you, much more sternly this time.

“Bad girls who don't do as they are told get punished.” She said to you, the smile visibly gone. “Now. Open up.”

Reluctantly you do this time and the green woman quickly fits the semi-circle on your teeth and around the sides of your mouth. It felt odd as it attached itself to you, but you could still open and close your mouth. That was, at least, until she pressed another button. The device forced your mouth open and no amount of force you applied to it would allow you to close it again. You looked at the green-skinned woman, terrified of this newly installed device. She just donned her smile once more and patted you on the head.

“Good girl.” She said, picking up a cylinder with a long nozzle and pushing it into your unwillingly open mouth, sliding it into the back of your throat. As she depressed a plunger at the other end, a cool and honestly unpleasant-tasting liquid forcibly entered your throat. With the torrent of the liquid and the cylinder blocking the opening in your mouth, you had no choice but to swallow. The green woman gave you another smile and a pat on the head before she took the cylinder out of your mouth and put it back on the tray, causing a gag to escape your throat. “You can have another drink later. There is just one more thing that we need to do right now.”

With your mouth still forced open, you watched wide-eyed as the green-skinned woman picked up what looked like a hypodermic syringe and walked around to your side. It was hard to tell what she was doing, but you soon felt the tip of the needle prick your skin and push into what felt like your womb, or at least somewhere around there. You cried out in pain at the stinging jab, which was soon accompanied by a cool sensation of something being injected into you.

The whole ordeal only lasted about ten seconds before you felt the needle slide back out of you. The green-skinned woman returned to your front a moment later and placed the syringe on the tray. She'd press something on your restraints and the force holding your mouth open would slacken, allowing you to once again close it.

“Okay, we're done for now.” She had said with that same sickly sweet smile plastered over her face. “You'll get your next injection tomorrow and then another a couple days after that. Oh, and don't worry, the Master hasn't forgotten about you. He'll be by in a little
bit to give you some attention.” The green-skinned woman gave you another pat on your head as a couple of tears winded their way down your cheek, followed by a quick look over to the other two restrained women. Both of whom were just staring at the ground.

She'd let out an amused huff and then took her leave with the faceless one in tow. As soon as she was gone you had begun to wince at the uncomfortable nature of whatever it was she had injected you with. It felt like your whole womb area was simultaneously burning and going numb. It would be about an hour before the sensation had finally begun to dissipate. Around the same time, you once again heard the sound of the single door hiss open.

Hoping for the best, but fearing the worst based on what the green-skinned woman had said, you desperately tried to mentally prepare yourself as the huge reptilian came into view. Once again standing in front of you. Cold reptilian eyes burning a hole through your vulnerable form. What he did next was, what you assumed, the entire purpose of the mouth ring. And that was something that he would do three times a day for the next five days without fail.

He used whatever control was built into your restraints to force open your mouth with the device. Once open he would then proceed to throat fuck you with his large reptilian phallus, eventually cumming down your throat with his unpleasant-tasting, cool reptilian semen. This was, apparently, how you were to be fed. At least for those five days. While the other women got faceless ones shoving a cylinder full of whatever down their throats, your meals were apparently to be fresh lizard spunk.

And it didn't end there. At least once or twice a day, the reptiloid would also fuck you, mercilessly. It didn't matter how much you screamed or cried for him to stop, he never listened, and he was never gentle. He would simply get behind you, invade your tight, Human vagina with his odd-shaped alien penis, fill you with his cum, and leave. During the act itself, he would either simply grab you and hold onto your hips or waist as he pounded your, by this point, very sore and swollen hole.

Or if he was seemingly feeling in a certain 'mood', he would grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back, straining your neck hard against the metal collar keeping you in place. When he did this, your hair would be his only point of contact with his body other than where he was violating you. He seemed to use his grip as a balance point, pulling hard on your hair to force his body into you.

It was by far the most painful of the ways he would fuck you. On day three you felt your strength start to leave you as the lack of proper food and violent and constant rape had left your strength sapped and drained. After day five you had begun to resign yourself to the new and obvious fact that this was not going to stop and that you were just the sexual plaything of a large and unconcerned reptilian male. One whose sole interaction with you was to throat fuck you in the morning, afternoon, and evening and then violently rape you from behind in the times between then. And after about a week of it, it had almost become routine.

One night on what you assume is your second week of captivity, you were awoken from your carefully achieved sleep with a start. The sounds of the room around you reverberated. You could feel the metal floor rumble under your feet, feel the inertia of movement all around you. Thankfully you were still locked in your restraints or you would have easily been thrown into the wall. After around ten minutes of gritting your teeth as you felt the force of rapid movements, it finally ceased. You were relieved that it was over, but it did add credence to your recent theory that you were on a ship.

The movement and sudden g-forces had just proved that. It also confirmed your other theory that rescue coming to save you was also probably an impossibility. At this point, you were most likely light-years away from where you had been kidnapped. And that was a backwater, nowhere transport service route to begin with. As the adrenaline left your body you were eventually able to get back to sleep. You had been awoken again sometime later by the familiar sound of the single-access door opening. And then brought more to your senses by the unfamiliar sounds of someone yelling. Rather angrily you might add. You looked over as best you could to see three faceless ones dragging a new and unfamiliar (and very uncooperative) female into the room.

The restraints directly in front of you were opened and she was forced in after some effort from the faceless ones. Once your slight line cleared you got a good look at her. She was from a warrior culture that you had some vague knowledge of. A people and species that prided themselves on physical prowess and combat skill. Her body, from what you could see of it, certainly seemed to confirm that. She was toned, athletic, and probably a little taller than you. Her breasts were smaller and the visible strain and shape of her muscles were very much on display.

You could see that she had thick skin and a very fiery resolve, along with fiery red hair that seemed to trace down her body. The fact that she had been taken alive must have been no small feat, even though she was only a little bigger than you were, size-wise at least. This fact was apparently not lost on the new woman as she yelled and jerked at her restraints. You tried to tell her to calm down, but that language barrier was a problem again. For the next few hours, you watched as she yelled and fumed, pulling fruitlessly against her restraints. It was almost amusing to watch the futility of it. Just like with you the green-skinned woman came in to equip her with the collar and mouth ring.

Unlike with you, however, the green-skinned woman ended up using the 'punishment' feature of the restraints almost immediately on the new girl. The punishment went on for so long that the new woman eventually fell unconscious out of what you could only assume was overload and exhaustion. The collar and mouth ring were attached to her and the green-skinned woman with her faceless escort left without any further ceremony. Despite the circumstances going on around you, you were almost glad that you had someone new to look at. Up until this point, there had really not been a lot going on in your life.

You had stopped being fed fresh Lizard semen and had instead transferred to whatever it was they fed you now. Some nutrient-rich liquid with a taste that was (probably intentionally) very reminiscent of your previous force-fed meals. Along with that, you had also been given the other two injections that the green-skinned woman had promised you. The uncomfortable feeling of whatever it was they injected your womb with, you were glad had finally come to an end.

To top things off, they had also done something on the skin just above your womb. A faceless one had come in and spent some time, rather painfully for you, putting something on or into your skin. It had to be some marking, a tattoo perhaps, that you had finally stopped feeling healed. Another thing you had discovered was that besides the small robots that cleaned up underneath you every day, apparently every week you were also to be 'cleaned' yourself. This cleaning involved one of the faceless ones spraying you down with some sort of cleaning solution and then leaving you to drip dry. The Lizard had also begun to visit you either only once a day or once every other day. You did notice how he wasn't solely focused on you anymore. He had made the rounds to every other female in the room, doing the same to them as he did to you. Walking up behind them, fucking them mercilessly for ten to fifteen minutes, and then leaving. Usually for an hour or two. He was methodical in it.

Sometimes the green-skinned woman would join him, standing next to him or in front of the woman he was violating, seeming to cheer him on. A similar scene played out for the new warrior woman. She eventually regained consciousness and continued on with her defiant acts. It wouldn't last, however. Apparently, the large Reptilian had taken a serious interest in her, or at least a serious interest in breaking her. Just like with you he violated her without any regard. Unlike with you, however, he seemed to enjoy doing it. With you, it almost seemed like it was just a routine. Something he had to do. He came in, fucked you, filled you, and left. Sure he'd make you scream and cry with his brutal actions. But with her, you could swear you saw the gleam in his eye as he made her cry out. The amusement on his reptilian face seemed greater, the pleasure in his hisses and growls more noticeable when he made her scream and beg.

Over the next month, the Lizard spent more time working on her than he ever had with you. While you only had to drink alien Lizard semen a couple times a day for those five days, he did that to her for weeks. When he fucked her it was violent, and sometimes upwards of five or six times a day. She had gotten the same injections as you and you got to watch as they did indeed tattoo something over her womb. While this happened, his interest in the rest of you sharply declined. He went from fucking you once a day, to once every couple of days to at the end, once a week. He had only stopped his ruthless sexual torment of the warrior woman once it had become clear that she had given up. Despite the circumstances of it all, you found yourself aptly watching every session the Lizard had with her. Perhaps it was the boredom of being locked in place and being unable to move, but you had taken an interest in watching him break the warrior woman's will. A morbid piece of 'entertainment' to fill your otherwise uneventful days.

The fire and fight in the warrior woman's eyes had slowly drained until she had become a quiet, obedient piece of meat like the rest of you. You felt for her. But at the same time, when the Lizard was focused on her, he wasn't focused on you. Over the next couple of weeks, things seemed to stabilize. There had been no new 'additions' to the room, and you were back to getting your turn with the huge Lizard regularly. The woman across from you, zero-one-five as you assumed, had turned into an empty, humbled, and depressed shell. Opting to spend more of her time staring at the floor than anything else. The change in her demeanor had been drastic. But you supposed a month of constant, unavoidable, violent rape and purposeful undernourishment would do that to anyone, as it surely did to you.

You tried having conversations with her, but she barely responded. Not that you could understand each other anyway but still, it was something to do to fill your time. Around the three-month mark of your captivity, something interesting happened. The woman next to zero-one-five, the woman you think was zero-one-two, was approached by two faceless ones early one morning. They looked her over and then proceeded to release her from the restraints. This was a shock to you as this was the first time you had seen anyone be released. You watched intently as she was removed, looking her over as she was. It was then you noticed something. It was something that had been in the back of your mind for some time, but you had not yet accepted it as a reality due to the absolute absurdity of it.

However, as you looked her over, the very obvious beginnings of a bump on her stomach was plain to see. A sense of dread washed over you. As she was taken away you couldn't help but think of how you yourself were 'late'. Up until this point you had simply rationalized that you were just a sex slave for a huge brutal reptiloid alien and his sadistic green-skinned female. It certainly seemed to track by the way you were treated. The idea that you were in any way compatible with the Lizard was a fantasy. You had rationalized away your delayed menstrual cycle as an effect of whatever it was they injected you with. Now, however, an opposite thought has ingrained itself in your mind. The injections hadn't delayed or removed your cycle. No, it had done something much, much sinister. It had done something to make you in some way genetically compatible with the Lizard. All your fears began to come crashing down around you as the realization that the woman being led away would soon be you.

It had been six years since you were first captured. Or at least you figure somewhere around there. Your basis of the passage of time has been skewed by your time in 'service to your Alpha'. Your original fear all those years ago had indeed come to pass. About a month after zero-one-two had been taken away, it had become obvious that you as well were pregnant. Like zero-one-two before you, you were removed from your restraints for the first time since you had been put in them and led out of the room. This was only two weeks after your neighbor, zero-one-three, had the same thing happen to them. In the moments of newfound freedom that you at least temporarily had, you couldn't help but look down at the beginnings of your baby bump as you were led through the unfamiliar corridors of your extended prison.

The trip wasn't a long one. Your destination however made the pit of your stomach drop. Along the walls of this particular hallway were the restrained and prominently displayed bodies of several different women, all in varying stages of pregnancy. With arms restrained above their heads, legs spread open, completely naked, and pregnant bellies on full display, you looked on in despair as you were marched between them. You were guided to your place and then attached to your rack. Your arms were forced over your head and locked in position with metal cuffs. With a wince and a whimper, you were lifted off the ground, your legs now dangling about a meter off the ground. That didn't last for long however as your legs were forced apart and your ankles neatly secured to the sides of the rack. An additional 'posture' collar was snapped around your neck, keeping it straight and restricting your ability to move it. When all was said and done you took your place across from zero-one-two and zero-one-three. You all exchanged glances but no words.

After having been bent over and stuck on that pole for months, it was a bit painful to have your back forcibly stretched out like this as you hung there by your wrists. However, if judging by some of the other quite heavily pregnant women that lined the hallway was any clue, this new upright position was something that you would have to deal with for a long time to come. And deal with it you did. Your treatment in this new position hasn't improved any. You were still fed the same whatever it was that you were before twice a day. Only this time it was by an automated system forcing a tube down into your throat. In another parallel to your time on the restraining pole, you were also given your weekly cleaning. Again by automated system blasting you with whatever solution they used and left of course to drip dry. You were given a couple hours of dimmed lights in which you could try to sleep between the times of almost oppressive brightness in the hallway. The strain on your arms was much more noticeable now, as well as the strain on your neck. Regardless you were just left to hang on display undisturbed, allowing the fetus within you to grow.

One difference between this hallway and the previous holding room was that this 'display' hallway appeared to be a fairly consistently used path. Well, that and you weren't taking huge reptilian dick every day anymore. Faceless ones would pass by regularly. Some to check on you and your fellow captives, and some simply silently passing by. You would also see the Lizard and the green-skinned woman pass through quite often. They would look you over occasionally, but for the most part, you were ignored. Not worth their notice apparently.

The green-skinned woman herself had progressively become more pregnant until one day you watched as she walked through the hallway, still completely and always naked just like the rest of you, holding a green-scaled reptilian-looking infant in her arms, letting it suckle on her tit as she strolled casually beside the huge black armor-clad Lizardman. Your own pregnancy had been progressing along as well, as you were a couple months in yourself. On at least a few occasions you had been woken up by or overheard the wailing and crying of a woman somewhere down the hallway. Obviously entering labor and preparing to give birth. It was something you would witness with zero-one-two and zero-one-three before it happened to yourself, several months later down the line. When you did finally enter labor at the end of your pregnancy, there was no fanfare, no doctors, nurses, or midwives to assist you in the delivery of your child. No painkillers or medications either. No, you were simply left to hang there as your natural biology painfully took its course.

At some point, a faceless one would arrive and wait to catch your child as it eventually fell out of you. With the child you had just birthed in hand, ignoring it as it wailed, the faceless one, instead of cutting the umbilical cord, simply gripped it and pulled it out of you. You were so overwhelmed with the pain and mental anguish of your several-hour-long birthing ordeal that you had almost forgotten to even take a look at what exactly you had just given birth to. It was green, scaled, and reptilian with no discernible Human features that you could tell. You didn't even get to see what sex it was in the couple of seconds you had to glance at it before the faceless one simply walked away with your newborn child. You were just left to just hang there, crying, and attempting to recover.

You had been left there for the rest of the day. Eventually, a faceless one came by and tattooed something on your womb, next to the tattoo that you had been given originally. You had noticed them do this with the other women as well. Over the next couple of years, you would come to understand its purpose. However, with your ordeal over for the moment, you had eventually been taken down from your months-long display position and forced to shakily walk back to the 'breeding room', as it must have been. You were replaced with the others in your familiar four-person group, bent over and legs spread just the same as they had been all those months ago. Zero-one-five was missing for now, but you had just seen her hanging alongside you in the hallway, heavily pregnant as you had been, so you were sure you would see her again in a month or two.

On the first day back in your breeding pole restraint, a faceless one had come by to place a large canister under you. It retrieved from the top of it two suction cups which were quickly attached to your once again low-hanging, and now quite engorged breasts. You felt the powerful suction of the machine begin to draw out your breast milk. The breast milk that was supposed to be for the child you had just birthed. But as all things were here, you had no agency over your body, and as such the hard suction of your nipples continued night and day. Giving you relief when you were full, and a serious uncomfortable feeling when you weren't. To top it all off, within two days of your return, you had been visited by the Lizardman, the father of your unwilling child. As if slipping back into an old habit, his large reptilian phallus once again violated and inseminated you just as it had before. By now it was all quite routine.

Within three months you were once again pregnant and back in the display hallway. To this date, you have given birth to his offspring six times. Some notable changes have happened in that time. After about what you figure was a year and a half, Zero-one-two had disappeared. She had been taken away when showing signs of pregnancy, but when you went to join her hanging in the birthing hall, she was nowhere to be seen. When you were eventually brought back to the breeding room, she was still gone. That day had been the last time you saw her. Sometime in the second year, Zero-one-three had apparently miscarried and was swiftly taken away. She had been brought back several days later and replaced in her spot and everything seemed to return to normal. However now she was out of 'sync' with the rest of you. You became pregnant before her and were soon taken to the birthing hall. However after you had been brought back to the breeding room after the birth of your latest child, she was nowhere to be found. She hadn't been in the birthing hall either.

In the third year, you and the rest of your group (yourself, Zero-one-five, and one new girl who had been added that same year) had been moved to a new, larger, room. It was old, you could tell, but newly renovated. Eventually, you learned that you had been moved off of the ship and into a more permanent facility. You also learned a bit more about your situation. You were considered a part of what the green-skinned woman called the 'Dynasty', and you were the personal property of 'The Master' or 'The Alpha'. Basically, that huge Reptilian male that violently fucked you. Your sole purpose was as a 'Breeder'. You had no rights, no privileges and no say in anything regarding your treatment or any agency over your body at all. Your only use was to be impregnated by the Alpha, to carry and birth his offspring, and then to repeat the process. Increasing the population of the 'Dynasty' through your unwilling actions.

You weren't considered a 'citizen' and you would never get to see your children. They had more important things to do than associate with the 'breeding female' they had been born from. You were told that you were to 'contribute' until you physically couldn't anymore. You were considered, however, for whatever it mattered, a 'reliable' breeder. After five children, both you and Zero-one-five had been given that designation. What 'perks' it provided you, you had no idea. But both you and Zero-one-five were considered more 'resilient' and produced 'quality' offspring. And that at least the green-skinned woman praised you over. It's hard to say what will happen once you are no longer able to 'produce'.
You figure, based on what you learned in your biology classes, you probably have another good ten years' worth of 'production' left in you. After that, well, you don't really know.

You don't know and aren't told, what the 'retirement' plans are for a 'reliable' breeder such as yourself. Until then, however, you will keep producing. You will keep getting forcefully fucked and impregnated by the Alpha year after year. The additions to your womb tattoo after every birth are a way to have a physical record of which offspring you produced. It's a simple code that can be scanned and read whenever necessary. And that was pretty much it. Your life had been reduced to being an incubator for an alien Reptiloid's offspring. Being kept alive and in serviceable condition for a singular purpose to which you had no say. As long as your body physically holds up anyway. Your mind? Well, that went away a long time ago... You are Zero-one-four. Property of the Alpha. Barer of his offspring and an obedient breeding female.

May his Dynasty live on in perpetuity.

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Pub: 30 Jul 2024 02:55 UTC

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