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Soldier's Release (Mars and Cherry)

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The lizards loved human girls. Their soft flesh, their silky hair, their tight openings ripe for usage. They also had a submissive nature compared to lizard females, and physically inferiority that made them perfect fodder for the army's brothels. The brothels were key to the success of the lizard army. Lizards are such an animalistic and unruly lot, the only way to possibly organize them into a disciplined fighting force is to satisfy their lower urges. In order to satiate them, the lizard army provides their soldiers with near limitless sex with human girls. They go in, take out their urges and frustrations on the helpless slave girls, and return to the training ground or battlefield ready for duty.

Every military institution large and small keeps sex slaves on hand. Whether a single girl servicing a unit in a tent, or a large dungeon-like brothel with hundreds of slaves and lizardmen waiting their turn. Girls are plucked from border lands and conquered territories. Redheads are most valued. Clarissa lived her life in one of the larger brothels. It had many rooms, but she had only seen one. It was a narrow rectangular room with a stone shelf running the entire length of the wall. Girls were chained by their necks every 10 feet. She had been chained to the same spot for a long time. Probably years, but she had stopped trying to keep track time. She had been their long enough to have grown out of her first collar, and the lizardmen had to replace it because she was starting to have trouble breathing. Other than that short few minutes when she was fitted with a new collar, she had been chained to the same spot for years.

The bench was uncomfortable. With the short chain there was not a wide variety of positions. She could lay on her back, curl on on her side, or roll over and lay on her stomach. She could not sit up, let alone stand. Even if she ever managed to get out of her collar, her weak legs would probably not carry her very far. Escape wasn't on her mind, though. She had given up that hope a long time ago. Now she just lived through her daily routine. She would wake up to lizardmen using her body. She had grown so used to it some mornings she didn't wake up until they were already inside her. Lizardmen would come and put her in various positions and use her with varying degrees of callousness and cruelty. At some point the line of men stopped and the girls were given some time to rest while a lizardman came around with a cart and dropped piles of some sloppy tasteless food on the slabs next to the girls. They ate right off the shelf and then more lizardfolk came in and slopped buckets of cold water on them. They girls were used well into the night untill they were granted a few hours of uncomfortable sleep. This was the life that Clarissa was resigned to.
 
Throg was a lizard, one who had fought many battles and killed many men in his years. His muscles were large and his scales were dark green, a sign of strength among his people and something that earned him much respect. He wore the scars of battle on his chest proudly, having earned them fighting the other races of these lands and coming back alive and with their heads on a pike.

He was a killer, built for combat and forged in the fire of battle to rip apart the enemy and show absolutely no mercy. His entire life had been one constant battle, never knowing this frivolous word the humans called 'peace'. For a lizard there was only two things in life: fighting and fucking. And right now Throg had finished the first and was ready for the second.

His unit had been reassigned to one of the larger bases deeper in the lizard territory, something for once he was thankful for. During a battle against the humans, where he had killed 50 men on his own and fed them to the dogs, their slave girl had been killed by a stray arrow and left them brimming with animalistic urges. Some of his men had run off because of this and he was getting tired of hunting down those traitors and killing them. But this place had one of the largest brothels in the land and he could finally release himself inside a nice, soft, human girl.

He made his way inside the large stone structure, shoving aside the smaller lizardsthat got in his way as he looked down each and every one of the well-fucked pieces of girl-meat chained down on the tables. He needed a good fuck desperately, and not just anyone would do. Then he saw that flash of red and smiled. Ah yes, she would do.

Coming up to the bound redhead he let out a low growl in his throat, running a black claw up her leg as she lay there.
 
Clarissa was staring through the bars of her little window. Her only connection with any semblance of an outside world. The lizardmen were training out on the grounds. At first she used to stare out of these bars with contempt for the lizardmen below, training by moonlight. She knew what they were training for. Killing humans. She hated the fact that she was part of it. She had left behind those futile thoughts several years ago, and now she just stared at the lizardmen practice fighting with the blank disinterest of a girl who is dragged to a sporting event by her husband.

She felt a sharp claw slide across her leg. It left a light white line across her tanned skin. Because she was lucky enough to have a window she was one of the few girls to have a tan, which, in addition to her red hair, probably accounted for her popularity amongst the lizardmen.

She heard his growl. It was a growl she had heard dozens of times a day for almost half of her young life. It was to the point where she could practically tell what the lizardman would treat her like just by his growl. This one sounded particularly hungry, and she already knew she was in for a hard night's work.
 
His forked tongue flicked slid out of his mouth slowly, licking his lips at the tender morsel below him. His clawed hand reached out and grabbed her legs, wrenching them apart and spreading her open for him. She was well-used, the bruises around her thighs testament to that, but Throg cared little. She was female, young, and had her holes ready for him. e wasn't about to complain. His black claws dug a little into her legs as he pulled them back to push aside his loincloth, freeing his large, reptilian member from its confines. It was much larger than the average lizard cock and was already dripping with pre-cum at the sight of the redheaded human.

He had no time nor did he care to engage in any foreplay. Cruelly and without mercy he bent over her, grabbing her hips and thrusting inside of her with all the strength he had. He let out a hiss of pleasure as her walls closed in around him, not virgin-tight by any means but still giving him that nerve-inflaming feeling he had been longing for. But he was only halfway in at this point and as he grit his fangs he pushed in farther, pressing inward farther and farther until he felt himself up against her cervix and let our a hiss.
 
Clarissa barely even looked at the lizardfolk. He was just another in a long line to her. She gave in completely to whatever he did. She let him spread her legs open without resistance. She didn't look into his face while he stared down at her. She hardly ever looked at the anymore. This one felt different inside her. He caught her attention more than others. He was much larger than the others and gave her a feeling inside like she hadn't felt since she was much younger. She winced as he pushed into her and let out a gasp as he penetrated deep inside her. Her vagina was so tight around his penis, she could feel the scales pressing against her walls. She closed her eyes tightly. She already knew this one was different than most. She knew the kind of fuck she was in for and prepared herself.
 
He was breathing heavily now, his animal instincts taking over as he pulled out slowly before thrusting back in bard. Her chain rattled with his movements as he brought it back again and plunged forward mercilessly. Soon he was starting a fast pace, his cock pistoning in and out of her as her smaller body tried to take it all in. He placed his large hands next to her head, completely covering her body with his own as he dug his claws into the bench, literally scratching the surface as he got better leverage to go in even harder.

He looked down at the little fucktoy beneath him, her body rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust. His long tongue licked up her neck and up her face, tasting her skin as her fucked her.
 
Clarissa kind of turned her face away when he licked her with is forked tongue. No matter how many times a lizardman did that to her, she could never get used to the feeling of that tongue. She wrapped her legs around his back, feeling his rough scales against her soft skin. He was big. He didn't have that reptilian slenderness that many of them had. He was muscular. A true brute who knew how to take full advantage of his strength. She was used to getting pounded hard and roughed up by younger lizardmen who felt like they could prove something by making a slave girl squeal. But the way he was pounding her was different. He was truly a superior being, even among lizardmen, and Clarissa could feel that in the way he so dominantly used her body. It wasn't sadistic, but it was intense. She was surprised to find herself feeling pleasure.
 
Throg let out a low growl as he took her, his heavy ballsack slapping against her with every thrust. He enjoyed the feeling the little human was giving him, her cunt feeling better than the preveous camp whores he had sampled. When her legs wrapped around his waste he let out a hiss. So the little one wanted more? He felt some satisfaction from this, enjoying the idea that he had a live one here and not one of the broken who just lay there. Looking down at her he slid his tongue over her neck again, letting the long appendage slide over her breasts as they bounced back and forth.

He had nothing to prove to anyone, knowing fully well he was the strongest, the best. That was why he saw no need to destroy the soft female under him, only to dominate her and take the pleasure owed to him.
 
Clarissa began to moan softly as he drilled into her deeply with his cock. His scales were starting to chafe her insides, but it was not a pain she couldn't handle. She was used to it. The sensation of pain combined with deep pleasure gave her a feeling she hadn't felt in years. She hadn't thought her overused vagina capable of feeling this much. Her eyes were still tightly shut. She hadn't even looked at him yet. Tears began to leak out of her eyes as the intensity of sensations increased. Another moan escaped her lips, this time a little louder. She was letting out little gasps each time he thrust into her now, and it was probably audible down the hallway, probably arousing the lizardmen still waiting their turn with a girl.
 
The little one was getting into it now, though Throg was almost too deep into his own pleasure to care. What caught his attention though was the feeling around his cock, a wet feeling. The red head was actually growing wet for him! He let out a growl, one that announced how pleased he was and sent a vibration through her body as he fucked her to the sound of rattling chains. The red headed human was proving to be the most pleasurable fuck he'd had in ages and as the instinct overwhelmed him he grabbed her hips with his hands, his claws digging into her skin, and then bit down lightly on her neck. This was a sign of dominance for the males of his species and he wanted to hear more of the sounds he was growing to enjoy.
 
The lizardman's claws caused little dots of red blood to appear on Clarissa's hips. She barely took notice as she was completely overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock inside her. He bit on her neck and she submissively, almost instinctively, tilted her head back to expose more of her neck to him as she completely gave herself over to this lizardman. She was wet now, which made his scaly penis much more bearable. Her moans became louder and more pleasureful. She became lost in the moment. For a moment she forgot who she was--a piece of flesh chained to a stone. All she felt was the intense pleasure this lizardman was giving her. Her overused pussy hadn't felt this in years. She placed her hands on his sides and let her delicate fingers feel the contours of his thick scales.
 
This one was a real diamond in the rough. She was not completely broken like many of the others, her eyes glassy and body limp and little more than a corpse. But she also wasn't too free-willed, not crying or fighting or screaming for mercy. She seemed to have accepted her fate and Throg was please to have her before she was broken completely.

His hot breath was coming out erratically as his thrusts grew stronger, faster. The feeling of her soft, warm fingers travailing up his back made him shiver with pleasure and increased his sexual drive a hundred fold. His hold on her throat tightened, his fangs biting into her a giving him just the taste of blood that drove him wild. He could have easily killed her there with his strength, but it was a testament to his power, his sheer force of will that he did not need to show any more force than was necessary over her. Around them a few other lizards watched, their own cocks hard as they waited for a girl to open up. The sounds of her moans, something they had never heard from the human females they fucked, made them want to prove their own worth at the red head. Throg paid them no mind.
 
His scaly member drove into her again and again, and Clarissa felt herself reaching orgasm. Her moans intensified, carrying her through the orgasm. Her hands found their way onto his chest. Her fingers moved across the scars on his chest. Smooth lines of scar tissue that contrasted his rough scales. There was a familiarity about this scars. They reminded her of the lizardman who captured her. The way he thrusted, they way he bit her neck, the feeling of his claws all brought back the terrible memories of that day. It was also her last day as a free girl and her first day as the lizards' sex slave. Memories of that day flooded into her head, brought up by the feelings between her legs which she had not felt since that day.

The lizards caught her family totally off guard. They drove them out of their cottage. The men were chained up and hauled off. As she watched her father and brothers led off to some unknown fate, the lizards argued over which human they would fuck. They all seemed mostly interested in Clarissa. She was a young redheaded virgin, and the lizards all wanted to deflower her before she was sent to the brothels. Her mother begged them to take her instead, but she was older, her youth and beauty sapped by years of hard work and child-rearing. Clarissa remembered the crowd of lizards advancing on her. They tore her dress off. It was the last clothing she would ever wear. Then a big battle-scarred lizard stepped into the middle of the circle. The small lizards backed off. He carried her into the house and left her mother with the group. Her brought her into the cottage and laid her on the table, taking her virginity in much the same position she was in now. He even bit her neck the same way. Afterward, he carried Clarissa out over his shoulder. The last time Clarissa saw her mother she was being sodomized on the ground while the rest of the lizards cheered. Then she was forced to march to the brothel. They chained her to this spot and she remained there ever since.

As the painful memories surfaced in her mind she began to cry while she orgasmed. Soft whimpers that could be mistaken for expressions of pleasure escaped her lips between the more intense moans. Her arms and legs were shaking ever so slightly, and her toes curled behind the lizardman's back. She clawed at his chest feebly.
 
Ah, this girl was proving to be better than he had imagined! Every sound, every movement she made was driving him wild with lust. She was wet for him, something that made it all the more easy to drive harder and farther into her. He was growing closer and closer to climax, his thrusts growing wild with abandonment as he ravaged her body. He felt her clench around him, her body cumming around his hard cock and her limbs quivering signaling her own release. That pushed him over the edge.

With one final hard thrust he shoved his entire length inside of her, his mouth releasing her neck as it craned upward and let out a ferocious roar. His shaft throbbed once before finally releasing a torrent of lizard cum inside of her, coating her insides with the hot white substance. His hips twitched, pushing in and out of her just a few more times as three more spurts erupted one after the other. Every muscle in his body had grown tense for those blissful ten seconds, finally releasing and nearly crushing her with his weight.

He lay there atop her, panting heavily. He looked at her face, licking her cheek and tasting the tears. Lizards had no place for sentimentality, but she had been one of the best fucks he'd ad in ages and for that he showed her some gratitude.
 
Clarissa's chest heaved, out of breath. She opened her eyes and looked up at the lizardman who just made her come. She studied him for a moment, then looked down at his chest. Her hand still feeling the pattern of scars. She reached up with her other hand and gently touched his face as she had a sudden realization. Her jaw dropped in wonderment. Could it be him? It must be. She knew she had felt that cock before, the way it throbbed inside her, stretching her insides.

She didn't know how to react. She had no way to tell him who she was. He probably wouldn't remember anyways. She imagined it wasn't a big deal for lizardmen to rape a young human and toss her to the slavers. If only she could make him realize. She had done such a good job for him tonight, maybe he would take her away. It seemed like he had some authority. She had been chained to this cursed stone slab for almost a decade. For the first time in that decade she felt hope. She hated her life in this brothel. Fucked all day over and over again until her insides chaffed and her hips bruised. She didn't care what life on the outside was like, she just wanted out. She grabbed the lizardman by the sharp tusks and pulled down. She made him look at her face as she stared up at him longingly. Maybe if he just looked at her face he would remember the little girl whose life he ruined all those years ago.
 
The sheer brass of the slave girl to even touch being surprising, it caught Throg completely off guard when she grabbed his tusks. For the moment he just stared at her, looking into those sorrowful eyes of hers that were so small but spoke volumes. He blinked once, staring back at her as something in his memory tried to make itself known. But he was a warrior, a proud beast that took no such disrespect from humans.

His large hand smacked away her hands, throwing her back on the bench. He growled at her, his cock pulling out of her with a trail of cum. But it was then he recognized her. Years ago, his first time leading a unit. A simple snatch-and-grab. A young human girl with red hair. He had fucked her then and enjoyed it immensely. This was the same girl.

He chuckled to himself, a strange sound for a human to hear. Reaching out with sharp claw he seized her neck and pulled her up until her chain was tight. Then, with a bulge in his muscles he grabbed the chian and yanked so hard it ripped itself out of the foundation with a loud crumble. He lifted her to her feat, letting her touch the floor for the first time in years and let her go, looking down at her.
 
Clarissa looked around nervously. She felt the chain hanging from her neck to make sure it was really detached from the stone. She felt the cold, dirty floor under her bare feet. She welcomed the feeling of the filthy stones. She was extremely skinny, but her legs wobbled under the weight of her own body. She had a frightened look on her face like this could turn out terrible wrong at any minute. Suddenly, she gasped and pointed to something behind Throg.

Three guards were already advancing on him from three sides with spears leveled at him. The brothel had many guards, not to keep the girls from escaping--which never happened anyways--but to protect the whores from damage from overly violent and sadistic lizardmen. The guards were all female, almost indistinguishable from the males in size and appearance except for a lighter, more yellowish, color to the scales. They were tough guards, used to beating up aggressive males. One of them thrusted her spear at Throg's back.
 
Throg growled and turned to face the guards, no fear whatsoever in his eyes. The females before him recognized his rank and strength, but still they had their orders and were no pushovers. The leader pushed the spear forward into his chest as a warning, just cutting into him. Throg did not move, letting her bleed him as he growled at her. "Girl stays. You go," the female spoke in the lizards tongue, a language of chirps and growls that humans did not understand. She gestured for her fellows to take the human.

Throg held up his arm to stop them. "My unit needs new whore," he snapped back at them. "I take this one." The females glared at him, berating him for breaking protocol with his rash actions. Before the leader could retort Trog grabbed her spear wit one hand and twisted it, pushing it out of the way and wrenching it from her hands. The other two moved in only for Throg to turn it on them and let out a deep, dominating growl. It was obvious there would be no arguing with the war-lizard. Reluctantly the females stood aside, letting Throg and his new whore pass.
 
The power and authority of this lizard stunned Clarissa as she watched him shoe away the fearsome brothel guards. She followed closely to him as he led her through the brothel. She passed other girls. Some of them called out to her, but there was nothing she could do. Most of them just stared glassy-eyed at the walls as they were used by a lizard. She remembered taking this walk the first time. She had thought she was being taken to the place where she would die. It was true that many girls died in the brothels. Few lived to be old enough to no longer be appealing to the lizardmen.

She stayed close to Throg. She walked lightly across the floor, as if at any moment a chain would tighten and draw her back onto her slab. It had been a long time since she had used her legs, but she kept up well enough. Constant fucking had kept her in relatively good shape. They reached the outside of the brothel, and she could have almost cried. She was actually outside after all those years chained in the same spot.
 
Throg walked at his usual pace, fully expecting her to keep up with him regardless of the disuse of her legs. He marched through the harem, the other lizards stepping out of his way. He clearly was a lizard who commanded alot of respect, or at least alot of fear. None of the others met his eye, keeping to themselves for fear of getting in his eay.

He stopped for a moment after they stepped outside, the large stone construction looming behind them. The lizards base was large, filled with large open spaces for the lizards to train and wrestle with each other. Several other stone buildings marked the area, barracks and weapon holds. The entire area was fortified with large walls guarded by sentries. The human girl looked remarkably out of place amongst the savage creatures. Throg looked over his shoulder at the girl and growled at her, his tail pushing her closer to his large frame. A clear warning to stay close to him.

He walked through the training lizards, leading her to a series of tents that had been set up. Pushing aside the entrance of one he moved in, apparently having a private tent to himself. It was sparse, with a few large weapons in the corner, some some pieces of armor, and a pile of furs acting as a bed.
 
Clarissa stayed close to Throg as they walked across the yard, for fear she would be snatched up and dragged back into the brothel. Everything felt so strange to her. She had almost forgotten what things other than stone walls, chains, iron bars, and lizard cocks looked like. She enterd his tent and looked around. She took in every sight and smell. She stood in the middle of the tent, not sure what to do. She just stayed perfectly still and waited for him to give her an order.
 
Throg didn't seem to be paying any attention to her as he wandered around the tent, checking every smell and cranny to see if anyone had disturbed his private quarters. He was a very territorial lizard, and those that disturbed him had learned exactly what that means. Eventually he walked over to a small chest and opened it, revealing a variety of fruits he had picked up from a raid on a human settlement. Though they predominantly ate meat, the lizard-people were closer to humans in that they were omnivores and could eat both, just preferring the taste of raw flesh. Throg though happened to have a liking for some of the sweeter fruits after a hard day so usually could be found with a small supply. Picking up an apple he tossed it in his slaves direction, not caring if it hit the ground or not.

Turning back to her he looked her in the eye and in a guttural sort of voice said "Name." It was a question of course, though the lizard did not often use the human tongue so it came out a little odd.
 
The apple hit Clarissa in the chest and fell to the ground as she fumbled to catch it. She got down to her knees and picked it up, turning it in her hands, inspecting every detail of its skin. It had been so long since she had eaten something other than the slop the lizards ladled out onto her stone. She took a small bite and felt the tart sweetness on her tongue. She chewed it up like a child chewing solid food for the first time.

"Clarissa," said the naked girl, answering Throg's query. It had been so long since she had spoken her own name, let alone spoken the human language at all, that she had forgotten what it sounded like.
 
The lizard snorted, not showing much favor for the name. Lizards were quick and to the point, "Clarissa" had to many syllables.

Leaning back he sat down on a cushion, the tent rattling a bit as his bulk his the ground. He scratched himself a bit as he stretched out and let out a yawn, his mouth opening wide and showing itself to be full of razor-sharp teeth. No doubt he had used them on his enemies to tear them to shreds in the past.

Looking back at her he gestured for her to come forward, turning his back to her and laying his tail out. "Rub," he grunted, expecting her to get right on with a message. Now that he had a new slave girl he didn't see any reason not to use her, especially before he was sent out to battle again and would have to share her with his men to keep them sated.
 
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