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To the victors go the spoil…

[section= A Knight No More by AnotherGuest]

They said a knight shouldn't fight alone, and that'd always irritated me. A knight is the summit of warfare. Best gear. Best training. Best physical condition. Asking for help, or letting the lord chamberlain know where you're headed, in case you don't return, that's the same as admitting defeat, admitting there may be situations beyond you and your skills. It seems vain, now, I know, but that's the part I had a problem with. It didn't marry well with the requirements of honor and glory, to show no flaw or vulnerability. To be fearless. To never give up. If a knight is always the best, then a defeated knight is no knight at all. The same goes for a knight that could be defeated.

I heard the strikes of the hammer the lizards used to drive two stakes into the hot dry dirt, between the tents. They moved fast for cold-blooded creatures. The strikes sounded strong and even. They knew their way around making a camp, but those stakes weren't for a tent. They roped my legs to them, stretched open, to expose my anus. One of them held my tail up, as I breathed dust, muzzle against the ground, arms firmly bound together in my back. He stomped between my shoulder blades, for the pleasure of having his foot on me, and shoving my muzzle in the dirt.

It was way worse than getting a scar on my left eye.

I'd warned the bandit, back then. He'd surprised me. Faster, tougher than I expected. A mark like that, in the middle of the face, it reminds a guy of his own mortality. It's scary, and embarrassingly visible. So, I'd warned him that I'd be back for revenge. He was supposed to live in fear. Kodii, the most valorous knight of the realm was coming for him. It helped me save face as I retreated. Next time, I'd be better prepared. He wouldn't have the element of surprise!

It took months to heal, to learn of his movements, the area where he operated. It's not as easy as it sounds, getting revenge against a single lowly lizard. They don't show up in the cities often. No one knows their name, or can really tell them apart. My status came in handy, because I'd fought for lizards before. You shouldn't be surprised. I fought for a lot of folks, and lizards who do live around cities are among the most downtrodden. When a canine knight shows up to help, they sure take notice. It feels miraculous to them. It's a good feeling too, to be a miracle for someone.

So, the scalies managed to help. Progress, at last! I described the guy as best I could: sort of a short fellow, but hardy, with a body and face somewhere between grey and green. Like old, dirty jade. I also gave some details of our encounter, but not everything. They didn't need to know he'd won our first fight. It was obvious that, at one point, they figured out who I was looking for. They held a swift conversation, in their native slippery tongue. I could see what they were saying, without understanding. Should we betray one of ours? But he's an asshole bandit, and he's giving even us a hard time! We don't owe him shit, and this guy helped us. For once, the law is on our side. Let's fucking do it.
And they did. I learned his name, Bowakz. Or Bowakss—I'm not clear on lizard pronunciation. He specialized in extorting other lizards that tried to earn a living, and the occasional kidnapping of furred folks, for ransom money. I learned he used to run a gang, but went back to operating alone when the kidnappings dried up, because city folks simply stopped using his roads. I kept in contact with my scaly buddies, giving them a coin or two when I visited, and soon enough, they gave me the good news. Bowakz had showed up once more! Nearby!

— It's great to get the gang back together for one big mark, said Bowakz. I wasn't sure you'd actually show up. I thought you might be all talk, about vengeance and all that. You thought I'd still be all alone, didn't you? Couldn't resist?
He stood towering, triumphant. He watched as I got debased at his feet, stripped and tied up. I was utterly at his mercy. A black nightmare for me, but for him, it was exciting. He got to decide my fate. It could be anything he wished. I knew, and he knew I knew. I couldn't move. Could barely think. It was sickeningly unfair.

The brigands counted my money, triaged my equipment, and guessed how much they might get for each item. An awful end for my armor and my weapons. Even a knight works hard to afford quality steel, and protection like that. You buy piece after piece, one at a time. You improve them gradually, spending all you've got, almost every time, for the promise that the efforts of this next master armorer will allow your chestplates, your shoulderguards, to be assembled better. That way, you can move more easily, and earn even more money and glory from the next quest. It was my entire life, getting dismantled for their obscene profit. The thought of starting over was just the worst.

— None of you deserve any of these, I said between gritted teeth. Even my boots are worth more than all of your hides combined!

The lizards went stiff and silent, for a moment, while I spoke. Just as I thought my words had some effect, they starting laughing. Of course. Insulting the honor of the honorless is a waste of breath. Bowakz looked down, gazing straight into my eyes. He grinned a sharp, tarnished grin.
— Knight Kodii, your bravery is an inspiration to us all. But it looks like you're down in the dirt with us. Hmm?
I tensed with furious powerlessness when the lizard holding my tail put his hands on my ass. Two thumbs pressed on the sides of my exposed hole, pushing my cheeks even wider open, as my muzzle burned. They could do even that, at any time, for their amusement. My blood froze as I sensed that the bandit behind me was aligning himself, grabbing his cock in his pants. What relief I felt when Bowakz stopped him, despite the words he used, and the promise they contained.

“No, no. His ass is mine to break in. I beat him first, I lured him.”
It was clear they intended on sullying me as much as possible, getting maximum satisfaction from holding me while they waited for the ransom. My reputation would take a massive hit, and that was without knowing what kind of devastating intimate humiliations might be made public. It was easy to fall into a thought pattern where I decided I'd resist everything, give them nothing, and stay defiant to the end, but a sullen, terrifying voice reminded me of what a dire situation I found myself in. It might not be realistic to expect that. At all. It was panic-inducing. I'd always thought I could control my emotions, my fear, but now that certainty was cracked. I focused exclusively on silencing that voice. I couldn't let it win. It carried an image of myself that I couldn't tolerate. A Kodii that was mortally afraid, one that would accept disgrace, and submit pathetically out of a desire to survive. That was so common. So low. So... nothing.
— Boss, check out the joints on the fingers!

One of the lizards taking care of the equipment triage ran and showed Bowakz one of my armored gauntlets.
“We can get four or five of the big square coins, for this. The gold ones!”
The leader took a look, nodded, and sent his man back. Then, he spoke up.
— The money is gonna be good guys, sure. With a win like a knight, of course, it'll be a lot. There's the pouches he had on him, the spoils from his gear, but money isn't everything. For instance, can you imagine the ransom we'd get for this bitch? It'd be huge, and delivered fast. The realm would want to deal with this quietly, 'cause it's embarrassing. But that'd mean we'd only get him for a few weeks. By the time he'd truly learn his place, it'd all be over! He'd be back in his palaces, eating and bathing, with only our scent as a reminder. Is that cool? No, it's not. It's way too good for him.

I blanked out, confused. A grim sinking feeling took hold of me.
“If we ship him back home, though, and sell him into slavery there, we won't make as much coin, even though the local princes and brothel owners will surely fight over a disgraced knight. Out there, he'll spend the rest of his life as a nameless pair of holes, to be worked and used, hopelessly, without end! There, he'll have it even worse than us here! Isn't that a greater victory in itself? And, bonus: we keep him far longer! We teach him respect. We show him his place. We force it down his sore throat and up his red, stretched tailhole until he understands nothing but begging, crying, swallowing, and lifting his tail!”
The bandits cheered.

— Yeah, we'll keep him until we think: fuck, not another juicy climax, we're so tired of these!
Boisterous approval met that joke. I detected that something had happened, in the grand scheme of my life. Something bad and decisive. I just couldn't picture it for myself. I couldn't grasp what it actually meant. Not yet.

— It's time for you to learn what we expect from you, said Bowakz.
He opened his pants. It was surreal. I couldn't believe he'd just whipped his dick out in my face.
“And what we expect is for you to swallow.”
I couldn't look at anything else, mesmerized. A slick organ, mean, spiny on the underside. It was the color of wine. I squinted at Bowakz. I spoke firmly, despite the fear. Despite the bondage. Despite how trapped I felt.

— That'll never happen.
— We're not giving you a choice.
— I'll bite it off.

Surprisingly, Bowakz smiled. He disappeared under a tent, and returned mere moments later, carrying tools. He dropped the pair of pliers in the dust, right before my muzzle.
“Nah, you won't. I mean, you could, it would suck for me, for several months.”
Bowaks winked. He was cruel. He was totally self-confident.
“But it regrows.”
The bandits laughed some more, and I wasn't sure if it was because of my flabbergasted expression. In the moment, all I could do was to wonder. Was that true? I knew lizards had regenerative abilities. They could regrow arms, legs, tail, to some extent. But their dicks? It was possible. It was possible... Suddenly, my threat didn't feel so convincing. Bowaks pointed to the pliers.
“Meanwhile, that's what I'd use to rip out every one of your teeth and fangs. Do they regrow? Didn't think so. You wouldn't be biting anything off with your sad, defenseless gums. You'd suck. That's all you'd be doing for the rest of your miserable life.”
Bowaks dropped the other tools in his hands: a heavy, flat, iron hammer, and some kind of sharp, curved scissors.

“That's what I'd use to crush your balls into paste. And that's what I'd use to scoop up and remove what's left of them. The crushing is unnecessary, by the way. You wouldn't be doing much rebelling without your fangs and balls.”

The dark, terrifying voice returned, with the tools in my sight, and this time, it didn't leave, along with the destroyed, haunting picture of myself. That couldn't happen. I couldn't let it. Anything would be better than that. That was the first moment I began to grasp just how helpless I was. I was lost. I looked up to Bowakz. He savored my expression, before stepping closer to me, and pulling me up by the nape. He forced me on my knees, my nose so close to his cock, I smelled its thick musk. His shameless arousal.
“So, what do we expect out of you? Say it.”
I clenched my jaw. I saw that I had no other option but to comply, yet it was impossible. It was too hard, too dishonorable. My mouth refused to produce the words, and part of me was glad that it did. Bowakz, however, wasn't pleased.

“Fine, have it your way. You'll lose some value. Oh well. It can't be helped.”
He crouched and took the pliers. More lizards came and held me. Hands on my bound arms and on my shoulders. Hands grabbing my head to keep me in place. Hands forcing my jaws open. I shook and struggled, but when the pliers got too close to one of my fangs, I heard the impossible come out of me, suddenly, like a flash of lightning.

— Okay, I'll swallow. I'll swallow.
They were satisfied, and the army of hands released me. They let me pant there, from fear and my heart beating painfully hard, head low in the middle of the reptiles. I'd said that. The worst part was that I knew it was true. It was against everything I'd ever thought I was, or hoped to be. Still, here, in this situation, there was no path that dodged this brutal, indecent submission. I obeyed now, or I screamed first and obeyed anyway, without my teeth and my testicles. They could do anything to me. I was theirs.
— That's right! celebrated Bowakz. You see that you're nothing but a lizard toy. Get some iron for him! A hero's first collar is always special.

They used a large shackle on me, tightened with a screw; their idea of a slave collar. It was crude and improvised, yet effective, like everything else about those bandits. It was absurd for me to wear this, and that might precisely be what they loved about it. Bowakz wasted no time putting his hands on it to manage me “properly”. With that grip they could push me in any direction easily, and I had to follow. The sharp iron dug into my fur and flesh painfully if I tried to pull away. Mostly, though, it was the look. Having this clunky thing on me made me look broken as fuck. A new low, though not quite as low as I was about to get very shortly, begging for air between loads of cold, sticky lizard seed.
Bowakz was the first down my throat. He made me lick his dick, first, for all to see. I lapped at the tough little spines underneath, and wrapped the sides as best I could so that he wouldn't keep pulling on my ears. I was getting afraid he might rip them off. I rubbed the tip, oozing tepid, bland liquid all over my tongue. I'd expected it to be warm, somehow, but of course not. Cold-blooded. I gagged in disgust, and it provoked another wave of laughter.

“Oh, he doesn't like reptile juice? Let's hope it's an acquired taste!”
Bowakz seized the back of my head, and pushed me further on his erection. There, I gagged far more violently, milking him, eyes watering from discomfort and surprise as the spines scraped my throat. With one hand on my head, and the other on the iron collar, the jeering lizard boss enjoyed absolute control over me. I could only choke for his satisfaction, and breathe when he allowed it, with strands of saliva mixed with his leaking semen breaking and staining my fur. Others looked with envy, knowing their turn was near, as their leader demonstrated my helplessness. It seemed to last for hours, even though, in truth, it was probably only a few minutes. In the end, he tensed up and groaned, shoving me deeper on his dick. I sensed the pressured spurts in my throat, again and again, and when he withdrew, I was so desperate for air that I gasped too early, and breathed his thick come. I coughed, lungs burning, still held by the collar. I nearly blacked out, and while I coughed his seed, curved forward, I felt his sharp teeth on my shoulder. There was no point trying to bring my head up, for he pressed on it to keep me bent. The playful bite did pierce my skin, shallowly. It wasn't horribly painful, but I was acutely aware of it. When I was allowed to rise once more, bound on my knees, staring up at my captors, I was destroyed. There wasn't any other way to put it. Bowakz gave my head a condescending pat.

“Good boy, Kodii. You swallowed almost everything.”
Instead of leaving, the bandit boss sat nearby on a box of equipment, as if on a throne.
“You guys train our prey well. Be rough. I wanna watch him become everyone's dirty bitch. Just don't pound his tailhole, yet. I wish to save that for when he has no dignity left, and he understands what his place in life is going to be, from now on.”

So it was that the lizards had their fun with me. There were too many, however, and they were in a hurry to enjoy crushing my spirit, to reduce a proud canine knight to a cock-warming mess of jizz stains. They knew they were going to get exactly what they wanted, but being temporarily forbidden from sodomizing me slowed down the process. That's probably why it didn't take long for them to realize there were many other things that they could do to humble their new slave.

Bowakz's complete triumph over me continued as he watched his gang get increasingly physical. Nothing stopped them from rubbing into my warm fur, grabbing, slapping, and biting. They drooled over my bound form, staked into the ground, and all the while, the only thing I could do about it was to keep choking on lizard cocks, rammed relentlessly into my muzzle, and gurgle painfully on their spunk.
I discovered what it's like to have my tail pulled and my balls fondled cruelly, while being marked as a sex toy continuously by more dirty bandits than I could keep track of. They drowned me in come, but my mouth wasn't their sole target. They made sure to ejaculate over my muzzle, my nose and my face, until my once glorious blonde mane was covered in a viscous layer. I couldn't even open my eyes anymore, or avoid to breathe it. It didn't really matter anymore, since there was just as much seed seeping from my nose as there was coming in. The lizards didn't seem to mind the mess they were making. If anything, they cherished it.
Then there was the worst part. It wasn't even the raw throat, or the pathetic wheezing I barely had time to produce before another bandit moved in to work my mouth.

It wasn't even the hopelessness of knowing that they could keep this going for many more hours, taking second and even third turns. No. The ultimate humiliation was the erection that the lizards' attentions managed to impose to me. The strokes and squeezes as they played with my sex caused my body to betray me. I reached full hardness, and with my knot exposed, they wouldn't stop roaring in furious mockery. They decreed that I “loved it” and that was reason enough for them to double down on the punishing slaps and vicious squeezing of my testicles. I might've broken down, right there, and pleaded with them to show mercy, if I'd had any to possibility to speak between gagging on tough bandit shafts, and waves of sperm that I had to quickly swallow before the next reptilian ballsack began to slap my chin. A proper paddle was brought out, the lizard taking care of my front pulled me brutally forward, to expose my cheeks, and then one of my insane captors took it upon himself to spank my defenseless rear. Real, full-powered strikes, delivered by a muscular, ugly bag of scales. The shocks went throughout my whole body. Even the stakes holding me down shook with each paddling. I cried from the pain, but the tears were immediately lost in the reptiles' jizz, so at least they didn't know. I endured it all, sullied, broken for their pleasure.

Eventually, Bowakz decided that I'd been sufficiently disgraced for his taste, bound there between the tents, erect for the bandits' amusement, panting desperately with my head soaked with cold reptile seed. I was completely unrecognizable, save for the rose tattooed on my shoulder and arm. The spanking stopped when he got up from his crate. He rubbed his large erection, and I knew it was for me.
— Okay, he's sad and broken enough, now. I'm going to enjoy his red slave ass, and mark him for all of us.
The other lizards released me, and I fell straight into the dust. A puppet without strings. Only my punished butt still protruded. I was too ruined to protest or to move. He'd do whatever he wanted, anyway. Bowakz went around me, and lifted my upper body by the collar. He held me this way for a while, aligned, ready to receive his cock. A display.

“From now on, that bitch knight is lizard property.”
I learned what it was like to be assfucked by Bowakz. There was the taut feeling of my ring, the abrasion from the spines, the whimpers I tried so hard to stop making. He pushed hard and deep, while my damned dick reacted. It twitched in rhythm. It was invasive and wet... He took so much space. Every thrust made my whole body tremble, and it was all the more visible because the bandit leader held me aloft. I had to concede that it was indeed the perfect demeaning end, after everything else. It couldn't have been more devastating, for me, to take him in the rear like a slave, and notice how little I could do about it. There was no quip available that would beat the lingering taste of lizard cock. No resistance to perform. You can't heroically save face when it's covered in your vanquishers' seed. So he fucked me, exactly as he desired, and I took it all, lengthily. Passively. Those lowly bandits owned me. How could I have known, back then, when we first fought, that I had to ignore everything about honor and run the hell away? How could I have imagined that I'd end up here, contemplating my miserable fate of ignoble sexual submission, while the lizard achieved a juicy orgasm at my expense?

— He's going to come! snickered some of the bandits.
They were wrong about that. Ejaculating at the masters' feet and earnestly thanking them while they stretched my anus would only happen much later in my training. At this time, I simply received Bowakz' sperm, deep in my most intimate areas. He withdrew and pushed my tail up against my back, to streak my red bum with white. He sighed with the profound satisfaction of a perfect victory. My ass was already sore, yet I knew what he going to say.

— Alright, boys. Take him to the tent, with the other supplies, and use him however you like. Make sure he's well-trained. Give him commands. Punish him thoroughly if he doesn't immediately comply. We'll get more for him if it's instantly obvious that he's got no spirit left, so he should be used to every degradation imaginable.

They took me away, and I got to know the tent as well as the other bandits. I did gradually learn to tell lizards apart, so that was a win for me, I guess. Jussio, huge yet gaunt, with small square eyes, loved to lift me up completely by my folded legs, stretch me knees wide open, and drop me on his cock repeatedly until I soaked every last one of his loads. Zath, young, vivid green scales, was more refined. He had me lick his balls and his shaft before riding me into squealing submission. He wouldn't leave before I cleaned up the floor after he was done. Sometimes, not even with my tongue. Rilesyr, pale green, almost white scales with a face scarred in nearly the same spot as mine, preferred to look into my mindless eyes while I complied with indignities, and thus used my maw and throat. He often asked Kel-Aa to sodomize me while I slurped his jizz. Kel-Aa, average build, smooth grey scales, not from the same homeland as the others, was the great master of making me cry and beg. Most of the others adored watching him put me in my place. He slapped my balls while he fucked me, deep-throated me until I passed out, struck me in the face, right on my sensitive nose, pulled my nose, my ears, everything that could be pulled. I started whimpering and grovelling as soon as he approached, trying to appease him, with very limited success. I flinched whenever he moved, which Bowakz thought was hilarious, so he started slapping me out of nowhere as well, to “keep me docile”...

Bowakz remained my first master, of course. Sure, I belonged to all of them, yet still, I knew that I belonged to Bowakz just a tad more. Every so often, he visited the tent to savour how increasingly damaged and empty I'd become. He leashed me like a mindless dog, had me bark, and strut on all fours, tail “proudly” wagging. He'd sit for a while, and let me nurse his dick with my mouth. I suckled this treat on my knees, quietly, before the rough finish when he was bored of my worship, and had his fill of my unconditional surrender. He'd take me on his lap, hopping like an excited pup on his spiny rod, while I had to offer my heartfelt thanks for his attentions with every nasty bounce. I was nothing but defeat incarnate. A failed knight plaything without any possibility of a future outside of what my new masters desired.
I tried to run, one time. They'd forgotten to lock the tiny animal cage in which I had to crawl when they were done with me for a day. Even rest had to be a disgrace, so that I'd never dare think I was anything more than their property. I noticed their mistake, and felt an insane wind in my body. I sprinted out of the cursed supply tent and ran naked in the dry dust. I heard some surprised exclamations, and accelerated even more out of the camp. I glanced back, convinced I'd see a band of lizards running after me, yet I saw nobody coming out of the camp. I felt terrified and free, for a few minutes, as I ran and ran. I yelled for help. I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow. Me! The solo knight! I'd never wanted help, before. Now, I'd give anything for it. I didn't need to be a knight. I was glad to become a damned servant to whoever showed up to rescue my sorry ass!

Then, I slowed down. I took a good look around, and remembered where I was. I could see the shady pirate docks, ahead. The camp behind me. Everywhere else, flat, hot dust and sand. I caught my breath. I lost faith. Where could I go, nude, without water? They'd taken me so far, already. There was no civilized outpost nearby; empty badlands stretched in every direction. The lizards were comfy in that, it was so close to what their homeland was like. Dry. Hot. Merciless. The pirates at the docks knew about me. Half of them were lizards. The best I could hope for was to die in the desert. Not attractive, and not even realistic either. The bandits would wait an hour or two, then come after me, follow my tracks, and find me passed out.
My paws refused to move. I'm not sure how long, but after some time, the shape of a lizard came out of the camp. He walked slowly. He stopped, perhaps two or three meters away from me. He was very amused. He didn't say anything immediately. We remained there for a good while. I felt so lost. So powerless. I saw the future, and it was me, dragging myself at scaly feet, come dripping out of my gaping holes. That was it. That was me.
Bowakz snapped his fingers, loudly.

— You coming?
I turned to him. I nodded meekly.
“Take your place, Kodii.”
After approaching and prostrating myself before him, I apologized profusely. I was publicly disciplined, and from that point on, my wrists and ankles were also tied to the bars of my cage, spread open.

***

— We're saying goodbye, today, remember? You're getting sold as a sex slave. Where you're going, there'll be nothing but us. We're gonna use your knighthood to drive up the price but... it won't last very long. Knight of the realm doesn't really mean anything to them. Won't take long until you're just another nameless pair of holes. Exotic, though. Foreign holes always sell in brothels. Maybe a lord will buy you. You'll be a trophy. They'll make up a story about how they conquered you in battle, then have their entertained guests fuck you in the ass.

I remembered. I stayed in my place, tail up, in the middle of the tent, bound to the hook above. I quickly bowed my head to show I was listening to my first master. The most important of all the masters. Bowakz walked up to my front. I opened my mouth, nice and wide to display my eagerness, and stuck my tongue out. He inserted his hard cock, and I whimpered in acknowledgement of his dominion, hurriedly yet expertly getting to work against the challenging shapes. I pressed hard against the side of the spines with my tongue. I loyally sucked all the leaking juices. That wasn't what he wanted, though. He positioned himself above me, straightening my throat, and shoved directly down with force.

It was no surprise whatsoever. The master wished for me to choke for his pleasure. He'd defeated me first, and had every right to achieve satisfaction with me in any way. Or every way. It was only natural that in this moment, he'd desire closure. His victory over me had been so absolute, so perfect, that the only thing that could adequately end it was an equally perfect act of my defeat.
I retched and gagged on his meat, milking it, quivering with every push, so he would enjoy the sight of my ultimate vulnerability to him. My wretchedness turned into sweet proof of his power.

“We're going to start with this, but I won't seed you just yet. When I'm close, I'll pull my rod out of your throat, and you'll rim me while I cool down. I expect you to ejaculate, or there'll be punishment. Then, we'll see. I still have to decide where I'm going to finish. It want it memorable.”
I was immediately struck by fear at the thought of having to ejaculate from licking the crack of a master's ass. I would most likely not be able to submit properly in this way, though I would try. Then again, I understood that it might be the whole point. This act of my defeat wouldn't be complete if master Bowakz didn't get to impose punishment, to have me squeal pitifully in pain, at his mercy. For his satisfaction, it was important that I become as low and dirty as a stain on the ground. I would show myself as pathetic, and passive, and loyal, especially if it hurt me. That would please him oh-so-much. There was only safety in a master's pleasure. Then, I'd be sold. Soon. So soon.
Maybe I'd get lucky with my next master.

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