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Chapter 2: Cruel Reign
She woke up chained to a bed, it was fluffy, and soft. The incredible ache in her tummy made comfort impossible. The whole room seemed to sway and lurch, making her feel even more sick. Carla knew something horrible had happened, and fought to resist the scattered, incoherent memories flooding back from the searing pain in her torn foo foo. Out of all the clouded fragments of that forgotten night, she could still almost see Pop pop’s joyfull sneer above her, pinning her down, hurting her with his pee pee. Shock gripped her whole body, her stomach seamed to churn and seize, limply failing to cringe in horror. The small avian tried to find anything, any reason at all it couldn't be true. She struggled, her tired, aching body responded sluggishly, and her legs completely refused to move.
A first sob escaped her, tiny breaths raced and heaved, the child just couldn't bear what the person she loved the most had done to her, or wherever he was now that she was in this strange place. She cried, raspy groans rose from her hoarse throat, which soon grew into shrieking squaks as thick snot was blew onto her face. “NO! No- ho- hoo! Pop poooooop!” Carla wailed.
Somewhere beside her, a young voice diligently shushed her. “Quite! Shush! Don't let them know your awake yet!”
Carla’s whole body shivered violently, eyes fogged with tears wandered the room to find the other presence. The walls were wood, the windows blurred by heavy rain revealed a faint gray sky. The bed was draped in luscious pink sheets, all across their vast surface were white crusted splotches and brown stains. Beside her a boy about her own age kneeled close. His skin itself was actual gold, so to were his wrists bound in chains. Carla knew her situation was dire, even as she tried to pretend maybe it wasn't, and so restrained her distraught moans into seething whimpers that hissed through her shaking, snotty beak.
“Dont worry, I cleaned you up! Your so lucky it wasn't that bad on your first go, your foo foo is barely torn!” He spoke with urgent quickness, and strange earnesty as his eyes darted between her groin and the door across from the window. Carla could not think of anything to say, she blinked away some of her tears, and saw that he was an aeromorph. Not only was her plumage quite clear, she now saw his bottom was wrapped in a vastly over padded diaper that forced his thighs apart into a wide stance.
Even as her senses cleared, the rocking of the room nauseated her, as well as it’s heavy stench. Weighty steps creaked the wood outside the door, and after leaning down to lick the snot from her beak, the aero continued, his voice carrying an eerie glee. “K. Rools going to rape you soon! Its ok, just don't struggle and try to enjoy it, then he usually doesn't hurt you too bad. Im Goldenrod by the way, its nice to meet the new favorite!”
With that, the door slammed open, the crest of a big golden belly poked through. Carla’s eyes widened, and her heart began to race as she saw its gleam, the stiff penis that followed it, and the obese round body that squeezed through the frame, all in a single flashing recollection of terror.
Carla continued to see more and more of the room, a handful of other children were chained to horrible torturous devices with their bellies swollen bigger than their whole bodies. There were pictures framed everywhere, of people and animals having incomprehensibly graphic things done to them by K. Roll and his crew.
Captain K. Rool stood naked before the children, wearing a crooked smile and bedroom eyes, he seductively leaned his wobbling rolls of fat against the door as he locked it. The crocodile’s gaze bor down on his victim’s bodies, his cock flexing needily as it dripped pre from the engorged balls parting his knees. It was as huge and terrifying as it was that night, a hard golden tip, rough scaly shaft, and huge swollen round extrusions at its base. He began to walk towards them, or rather waddle as his testicles filled his stance. Beside her, Goldenrod drew a sharp breath, and lay down with his pampered butt presented. She wasn't sure if he was scared or excited, or some horrific mixture.
“Heh heh,” K. Rool growled, “My little blue birdy is awake~ Oh, Ive been waiting to yiff you all night!”
Fear clenched Carla and her body shook weakly, rattling her chains. She tried to scooch away but her legs barely twitched. As he drew closer, his rancid smell filled the air like a cloud of toxic gas, making every breath unbearable. Carla had never been so afraid, dread stabbed through her throbbing heart like an icicle. K. Rool looked her dead in the eyes, and it turned him on hard. He bent over and creeped onto the bed, with a menacingly playfull crawl he lay across from her. He had his head propped up on his palm as he stared at her, his sweaty armpit’s musk stung her eyes. His breaths were quick and heavy, the massive round gut rose and fell with every hot pant.
The young macaw wanted to scooch away, but found herself shivering violently, frozen in fear. For some reason, her sore privates were getting really moist, and her thighs were now wet and sticky with slime. Within her that strange feeling burned with every sniff of his rankness. K. Rool finally reached towards her, his tough hand was like solid rock on her fluff as it felt and moved her, rolling her onto her side. She desperately looked to see what he was doing, and drew a sudden sharp gasp as her eyes caught her butt. Her left cheek was red like a rash, and in the center a number glowed deep blue, ‘4’ it read. However, this concern soon left the tiny bird as K. Rool had drawn back his arm and swiftly slammed his palm into her bottom.
She shrieked in pain as her rasping cry filled the room again. He hit her so hard it felt like her bones were broken, her booty now glowed red and slowly grew purple and swollen. Even as tears flooded her eyes, the spanking made the weird feeling surge, she blushed in shame from the confusing pleasure. Without hesitation he hit her again, a sharp slap interrupting her loud sobs. Carla’s vision filled with red, her heart beat out of her chest she struggled as hard as a four year old could against the steel bindings. Again he brought his rough palm down on her plush bottom, white hot pain racked her brain, and again she cursed herself as it made the weird pleasure flare. In the overwhelming shock, Carla released yet subtle pressure in her bladder, K. Rool snickered in glee as he watched the short squirt of yellow pee wet her trembling thighs and drip down to become one more of the many stains. The quivering bird blew thick globs of snot into the sheets, boogers clung to her blue feathers as she hid her face in the fabric. “Stoo- hooop!” she begged, her throat aching horrendously from the hard sobbing, which wobbled her obese bruised and blackened ass.
After adjusting his position, the pirate’s other hand had begun to pleasure his stiff erection, gripping the thick pole just above the pulsing knot and clumsily stroking the massive length as pre dribbled from it’s golden head and tainted the bedding. One of the restrained children lurched forward, an eagle with light blue feathers. They licked the air and stared hungrily at his swollen ballsack wobbling on his fat thigh.
Carla jumped out of her feathers as K. Rool’s enormous, thrashing penis fell onto the spread beside her like a falling tree, her jump almost propelled by the worn mattress’ bounce. The scaly member flexed up into it’s owners belly away from her, but his huge wide palm scooper her up against him. Its violent thrashing was held back only by his finger hooked around the tip. It was longer and thicker than her whole body, the bird shook in wide eyed terror at the thought that he might try to put it in her like her Pop pop’s. Then, just the thought of what her grandpa had done made her freeze up, and her eyes went crossed as the choking fragrance of rancid musk like metallic piss dizzied her further. The rough, scaly surface of the cock was boiling hot, but it was as if all this heat centered on her own nethers. She found herself clenching and rubbing her thighs together, the painful thought of her grandpa’s penis was held in her mind by disgusting desire despite how unbearable it was to behold. The crocodile cock throbbed against her beak, her heavy panicked sobs drawing its musk into her lungs just as it flung thick webs of green mucus onto it. “Aaahh, you do like it don't you?” K. Rool cooed at her, intently watching red blush flood under her blue feathers.
“Noooo!” She whimpered, trying to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Oh darling~” he sneered, “Why are you lying? This whole time you’ve been dripping and moaning and blushing, and you expect me to think for one second you don't love playing with me? Im sorry love I have to punish you for lying, don't you understand what happens if you misbehave on my ship?”
He paused, watching her panic as she could only wonder what he would do to her. Beside her, Goldenrod still lay ready for him, but took a small sharp breath. The pirate smiled warmly, “Well, you’re new and I don't want to break you right away, so Ill make a special exception this time,”
As he spoke, Carla felt his heavy rod stiffen and grow harder. As he smiled, his hand pet heavily down her back, making her wince and recoil as it neared her still stinging buns. They had now become almost completely black, and swollen grossly in size under her tail. Still, upon her bruises the ‘4’ glowed persistently.
He moved away, the child making thankful gasps for what she now considered clean air. At the same time, he layed her on her back, her bottom uncomfortably sore on the crusty blanket. As his hand moved away, he moved it between her legs, pressing his fingers against her juvenile clit before bringing them up to his snout and licking her bountiful juices. However Carla was becoming aware of how incredibly thirsty she was, her whole beak and throat were dry after losing so many fluids. “W- w- w- w- wait!” She drastically stuttered over her heaving sobs, which she felt jerk her throat all the way down into her chest, “W- w- water! Please, Im j- just r- r- really thirsty, can I- I h- h- have some wa- water f- first?”
Looming over her on his knees and readying his member, he gave a long paused as he heard the birds small pleas. “Well, since you ask so politely I don't see why not. I want you kids to be nice and healthy! Goldenrod, darling,” he turned his gaze onto the gold aeromorph child, who perked up happily, “why don't you get her some water?”
Without a word he saluted, stood up diaper first, and waddled to the edge of the bed where their chains were fastened to the post. He took a metal goblet from the bedside table and ran it under the tap of a barrel tucked away behind it. As soon as it was handed to her, Carla drank greedily, swallowing down as much of the cold and clear water as she could get down her beak. A thought occurred to her, and so she quickly pulled away and gasped, “Thank you! Thank you!” to the crocodile before she finished.
The scaly pirate nodded and grinned deviously, shamelessly rubbing his privates as he watched her. “Ah, I really am impressed! You have such good manners already! Are you ready for your punishment now?”
The goblet drained, and the little girl still thirsty, she sat shivering before her gargantuant obese rapist. Wasting no time, he delicately took her hips, letting his flopping erection line up with her. Carla cried in alarm, kicking and writhing in his solid grasp, “NO NO PLEASE DONT PUT IT IN ME! PLEASE! P- Pahh- huh- huuh!”