I had been writing this before, and I figured I’d finish it and have it count for two days since it’s long.

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A cold, leather-clad hand shook your jaw.

“Wake up.”

You blinked slowly, coming to. The wheels inside your head were starting to turn as the gravelly voice kept talking.

“I get the job of warming you up,” Reaper said. “I volunteered for this, you know.”

Reaper’s white mask loomed over you in the dimly-lit room. Then you remembered. You and Genji had been captured by Talon on your scouting mission. There wasn’t supposed to be as many soldiers as there were, and Reaper certainly wasn’t supposed to be there.

“Wha-”

Reaper wasted no time applying his gloved palm to your throat to stop you from talking or screaming. You thrashed against the leather cuffs holding you to the exam table, but all you got was were aches at your wrists and ankles and probably some bruises for your trouble. Reaper, meanwhile, was palming one of your breasts with his large hand. The claws were too cold for comfort.

“I’m a good lover. I know what the ladies like.”

Reaper was laughing at you with these words. He palmed your other breast, keeping a hold on your throat. Your chest heaved to meet his touch as you tried to take in more air.

“See?” He chuckled.

He made a mockery of foreplay, tickling down your stomach with dancing, dull claws next. Goosebumps went up your arms at the chilling touches. You strained once more when he got closer to his goal and playfully tugged on some of your pubic hair.

He laughed again.

“I love it when they struggle,” he purred. “You’re making this fun.”

His eyes flashed red at you in glee through his mask as he loomed over you. You, his toy for the moment.

“I’m a gentleman,” he said, bringing his free hand up behind his mask. He took a claw in his teeth and tugged the glove off. You felt vomit rising in your throat at his twistedness.

His pale hand, also a kind of mockery of the honey brown it used to be, dove between your thighs.

“Maybe…you like this?”

He pinched your clit hard, and your eyes scrunched in pain. Too much.

“I’m also a good observer. Maybe this?”

Two of Reaper’s fingers rubbed at your clit, gently jostling the fleshy nub back and forth. Your cunt clenched below.

“I’m being inconsiderate, sorry.”

He switched to rubbing you with a thumb, and the two fingers dove deeper and found your cunt.  Considerate as he claimed he was, he forced a single finger in dry. Then the second. You stared at the ceiling, trying to mentally check out.

Reaper didn’t like his toy not participating. He increased the weight on your throat, while increasing the stimulation to your clit. You panicked, sucking at air. Your consciousness faded somewhat, replaced by a rush. Next thing you knew, you were clenching around Reaper’s fingers. He chuckled quietly, pleased.

“Let’s do that again.”

Those words put dread in you.

Reaper choked you again and again. By now, you were making a mess around his knuckles. Your pussy welcomed him inside by loosening up. He kept saying, “You’re lucky I’m not allowed to fuck you myself,” which was confusing and a small consolation.

The repeated choking robbed you of your ability to think too hard. You forgot you needed rescue. It was just you, Reaper’s thick fingers, and his hand on your throat. Each orgasm was a nice little vacation from the soreness of being played with for far too long.

In the haze, you thought you saw Reaper jerking himself off with an arm stuttering below your view. You certainly heard his belt jingle.

After you had stopped struggling for a while, Reaper got bored. He moved on to what he was supposed to be doing. He said something about Shimada women married into the family manifesting a temporary dragon guardian to protect them while pregnant with a blood Shimada. It should have registered with you as an important detail, as you had been here to scout out where they were holding the captured Genji, but you could barely focus. You heard “dragon” and “pregnant”, that’s about it.

Reaper disappeared from sight to grab something. He held up a thick syringe, filled with white fluid. He tapped the needle with a claw. With his bare hand, he inserted a finger into you, holding you open to allow the syringe to push in without sticking into your inner walls. You didn’t know what was going on until room-temperature liquid starting filling your womb. He didn’t stop pushing the plunger until your lower stomach started to balloon outward. The constraints stopped you from touching the bulge. It pressed down on your bladder.

“There. Moira said that should be enough.”

You heard a hint of amusement in his voice.

“You probably want to pee after all that. We have to keep you healthy,” he sneered.

He freed you, pulled you off the table, and lead you to a nearby bathroom with a hand to your shoulder. In a daze, you let him. Just moved your feet. It was awful that Reaper watched you go, but you managed it. Under his gaze, you were afraid even to inspect your stomach with your fingers. It still bulged with Genji’s cum. Peeing relieved on a little of the pressure.

“C’mon,” Reaper growled when you hesitated to wipe.

It was humiliating, being led through the hallway again, naked. You couldn’t see the eyes of the cronies you passed by, but their helmets turned in your direction.

He stopped you in front of a door, and it led to a small room. It had a simple bed and a desk, like some kind of jail cell. He pulled you into the room, with you going willingly. He took a pair of handcuffs out from underneath his coat. You were cuffed to the wooden leg of the bed.

“Kinky, huh?” Reaper said, referring to the handcuffs. “I’ll come by later for more fun.”

You didn’t want more fun. You wanted a bath. And you wanted to know why the fluid–probably Genji’s semen now that you thought about it–wasn’t leaking out. You were stewing in your thoughts while Reaper left and locked the door from the outside.

You were still stewing when a voice spoke to you. It echoed gently in your mind.

You whipped around and back, searching for the voice.

Down here.

You tentatively looked down, not sure what to expect after all the bad treatment you had just endured. There perched an ethereal snake-like creature on your thighs. It had short legs and a proud head, unlike a snake. Its body had a natural curl, and you saw a pair of tiny nostrils on the end of its long snout. It glowed yellow, casting its light on your face.

You heaved a breath, and exhaled, realizing that Talon’s experiment worked. You shuddered at the thought of an army of female Talon soldiers, all with dragons. You just stared down at the creature, not sure what to say or do. It crawled closer, resting its front paws on your bulging lower stomach.

You don’t want to remain handcuffed to that bedpost, do you?

You shook your head in surprise. What?

“No.”

I am in your head. You don’t need to speak out loud. This is why I know your current predicament.

Your face twisted into utter confusion. The spirit dragon had to explain that its kind was born ready to defend their mistresses, or else not many would survive, before you would stop staring at it dumbly.

It is logical, it insisted.

It dove into your body, disappearing.

“What the fuh-”

Hush and listen.

You sat still, waiting.

Pull on the handcuffs.

You frowned.

Just listen to me.

You tugged gently, expecting nothing. However, the wood creaked. Spurred on, you tugged again, and the wood splintered.

With your handcuffs freed from the bed, you had a new issue: the handcuffs themselves.

You stared at the chain between them. /Should I…?/

Try it, the dragon said.

You wrapped your fingers around the chain and started to pull. You pulled as hard as you could, not expecting much but metal to cut into your fingers. Instead, the chain snapped, and you fell backwards onto the floor.

Now that you see the strength you possess, you must not hesitate, or it could mean your life.

You still had doubts, but the dragon was making sense now. It helped you force open the door. There were no guards outside. Strange that they didn’t think you were worth it. They had made a mistake.

You wandered out into the hallway, planning to find Genji and see if you could use your newfound strength to rescue both of you. It felt like a fool’s hope, but crazier things had happened to you today.

You stared down the hallway. Where do we go?

That is up to you. But I do sense one of my brethren back the way you came.

You did not like the idea of returning to the part of the base where Reaper did what he did to you. But it made sense that other medical rooms would be grouped together, and that Genji would be in one of them.

A patrol did come by. Normally, you would have no chance against them. With the dragon helping you, you overpowered them with the element of surprise alone. You knocked them to the floor, and they struggled to get up.

Hit them harder, the dragon told you when you hesitated.

The guards didn’t get up after that. The incapacitated guards let you wander the halls with less fear.

You used your training to avoid more pairs of guards. That much you could do. The dragon remained silent. You really thought you would get lost and needed some help. A map or something. Pretty soon, though, you came to some hallways that, unfortunately, looked familiar.

A game of hot and cold with your dragon sensing Genji’s dragon, and you found the door that let to where Genji was being held. You forced the door open like before, and there he lay, on an exam table. The proud, slick ninja out cold like a coma patient.

Genji was unconscious, probably so he wouldn’t make any noise. No gag was in his mouth. A tube connected to a hidden slot in the side the of his abdomen. You recognized it from some of the worse-off agents in the med-wing before. It supplied all the nutrients and water needed if your face was so banged up, that even a feeding tube was inadvisable. Except this time, they were using it to minimize excretions from Genji’s body. Lower down, there was a mechanical dildo thrusting in and out of his ass, most likely stimulating his prostate.

Wow, Moira, you thought to yourself.

That made the fleshlight milking his cock look almost humane in comparison. Another tube led out of that, serving as both a catheter and also a collector for sperm.

You grabbed handfuls of your hair, not sure where to start first. You needed to get Genji out of this situation. You could find the release for the metal constraints easy enough. You’d used those before. But as for the medical stuff…you were less experienced.

Thankfully for you, Moira was arrogant and, therefore, careless. You found the program controlling the other contraptions still open and waiting for input on a nearby panel. You accidentally woke Genji up first.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic!” you told him.

He was calmer than you expected. He whined quietly instead of yelling, but still writhed from the outright pain and soreness in various parts of his body.

“Wait! I’ll figure this out…” you said, turning your attention back to the console.

The program would only stop the devices from moving, and you had to pull them fully from Genji’s body yourself.

“Okay, here we go…”

You removed the tube from his abdomen no problem. Then you went to the mechanical toy in his ass. Genji’s hands flew up to cover his bare face.

“Just…do it,” he said, voice shaking.

You pulled on it steadily, not as slowly as you would have liked. You didn’t have that much time. The pained noise he made was difficult to hear, but the fleshlight needed to be done next.

You grimaced at the red, mottled flesh under it, clearly having been worked beyond Genji’s comfort. The length itself contracted, evidently Genji was a grower. He hissed as it did so. It was quite painful. He rolled over awkwardly to put his feet down and promptly clattered to the floor, his body making an awful racket.

“Oh, no,” you said to yourself quietly. He couldn’t walk.

Hey, hey. I need your help with this. Think we can lift this guy together? you thought at the dragon.

You already have my strength, it answered.

That was enough for you.