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Order of the Black Foot

Chapter 13: Imprisoned Again

For TeryxC

By Draconicon

After the fight with Draconicon, Teryx found himself drifting. The two-toned blue dragon couldn't tell up from down half of the time, and he felt like he was falling through fire. Burning, crisping, destroying fire, which healed him as much as it harmed him.

Everything had been blank, empty, wrong, painful, bloody, and so many other things as Joan had pulled him in an aching mess after Draconicon. The rain dragon had done what he could to slow her, but it was almost nothing. She had the power, then.

She'd had the power.

Now...

The rain dragon slowly opened his eyes, the first time that he had moved on his own in over a week. He panted softly, bruises and worse sending pain through his body as he looked across the empty room. Rock, lined with some sort of metal. Thick, hard, and shimmering. Familiar, too, from his...from his first time in prison.

Teryx groaned, lowering his head to look at the floor. He could see that he'd been stripped of everything, from his clothes to his dignity. His bare body - light blue on the belly, dark blue elsewhere - was written on, mostly signs that said 'stay away', but others that called him a killer. Or a whore. Or a hundred other things that he could hardly read from this angle. He groaned, trying to pull himself together, trying to remember what was going on.

Battle...

He remembered a fight, and a big one, at that. Something between him and Draconicon - no, between Joan and Draconicon - before the black dragon had thrown them down, done something that had stopped the battle.

Chasing after him through the air, using up magic at a rate too fast for Joan's healing to keep up with. Burning through it...Going through some sort of stone wall...ripping through paladin after paladin to try and get through them and keep chasing after Draconicon before he could get away...

What stopped us?

He remembered a pain coming, like a fire that burned from the base of his belly up through his body, and then out through his eyes and ears. Some sort of heat that throbbed and consumed everywhere it went. It had hurt, and ended up dropping them from the sky, into the earth, where the paladins swarmed over them. Joan fought for a while -

You never fought enough for us. You never pushed yourself enough to get away. Your fault that we got captured.

And there she was. Teryx groaned as he felt her pressure in his mind, pushing towards the front of his brain until he felt someone else's vision looking through his eyes. The familiar pressure being shunted out of the way hit him hard, driving his consciousness to the back of his head as Joan took control of his body again.

Yet...not the same as before. He could feel the difference, almost like she was...

"Get out of the way, Teryx. I gotta figure a way out of here."

You're not the same, are you?

"I'm the same as I ever was. And you're as weak as you ever were. Stay out of the way, and I'll kill our way out of this."

Despite her bravado, he knew that something was off. There was something very wrong with the whole situation, and it took him a few minutes to realize the difference.

She was weaker. When he pushed at her control in his head, when he struggled against the binding that she put down on him, he could wriggle around. It wasn't absolute, the way that it had been, and he could reach through his body. Yes, she stopped him every time before he could start wriggling, before he could move an arm or a leg, but it was something. It was still something.

But there was more. Something worse. He reached into himself...

No...no, no, what did you do to me, Joan?! What did you do?!

"I did what I had to do. You fucker, if you'd just been a little stronger -"

No one was strong enough for that! No wonder we got caught. It wasn't my fault, it was yours! You and your stupid, stupid need for -

"Shut up!"

She lashed out at him, and he was forced to pull back, dragging his consciousness away from her before she did any more damage. It was halfhearted at best, though, as he looked at the void that was left within him.

A void, where magic used to be.

She took it from me...she burned it right out during the fight. There's...there's nothing left...Joan, why didn't you just leave? There's no way that I can be of use, now...why don't you just leave me and find some other puppet?

"You think I haven't tried?"

And in a way, he could almost feel that she had. It was like internal bruises, like Joan had rammed herself up against the walls of his psyche so many times trying to get out, but couldn't. She was trapped inside of him, her spirit bound into his body because of the lack of magic on both their parts.

He reached out through the mark on his chest, but there was nothing. He wasn't sure if it was the metal around the room, or Joan's interference, but he couldn't reach out to the rest of the Order, not even in the slight way that he'd been able to do before the battle.

Things hadn't gone well. Things hadn't gone well at all.

She pushed him towards the back of his head again, and he went along with it this time. He didn't want to fight, not now. Not when he was already hurting as bad as he was. Better to just ride it out, and let Joan be the one in charge. Not like she could make things worse for them at the moment.

They were alone in the chamber for what could have been five minutes, or could have been an hour. It was hard to tell in the dim light of a candle in the middle of the room, hard to tell in nothing but silence. Teryx had let himself fade into the darkness in the back of his head for the time, until the door opened.

There, on the other side, was a wolf. A wolf in the same paladin armor that he'd come to know and fear, and he would have shivered as the wolf came in, if he'd been in charge. Thankfully, Joan didn't.

Less thankfully, she started shouting at him, using the dragon's mouth.

"Foul little murdering bug...you should burn. Burn. And burn you shall, as soon as I'm free. You better hope that I can never get out of this, because I will kill all of you. Every last one. Grind you into dust. Smear your remains across the world. Then burn it again. Burn it down until there's nothing left..."

"...I see that the soldiers weren't kidding about your insanity, dragon."

This is less insanity than I was expecting, honestly.

"But regardless, your threats mean nothing. I believe that you might be familiar with the stone around us?"

The wolf gestured around them, and Joan turned their head around to look. The metal and stone worked together to create an intricate pattern, one that was similar to the collar he'd worn, yet, somehow more...elaborate.

"So what? Magic blocking? Won't help. Not forever."

"We'll see. It doesn't have to work forever, after all." The wolf smiled. "You are sentenced for execution, provided that one of the Inquisitors doesn't stay your doom."

"Why would anyone do that? None of you care about magic. Not about it. Not about us."

"No. But we care about weapons."

Teryx remembered the tool that they had used before, the spinning globe that had weakened his mind enough to allow Joan to slide in. He remembered the other things that they'd been doing, questioning him, pushing him for information, doing everything they could to draw more out of him than he wanted to give.

And now, they would do it again, except this time they would want to use him as a tool to infiltrate the Order, and destroy it. They wanted to use his magic to blow it apart.

It was a good thing that Joan was in charge, because he started laughing. Laughing, almost guffawing at the absurdity of it. Here he was, his magic burned right out, and they wanted to use him as a weapon.

He wasn't sure what was happening outside of him at that point, not sure at all. All that mattered was the half-mad laughter going on in his head, and the occasional grinds and grips from Joan to try and stop him. It didn't work. All she could do was make him hold still. She couldn't make him stop laughing, not in the back of his head.

It went on and on for minutes at a time, and by the time that he had calmed down again, they were alone in the room once more. He shivered, still giggling in the back of his mind, as he asked her.

What happened? What did he want?

"He didn't tell me. Just said that he wanted Draconicon dead, and he wanted us to do it."

Well, not like we can.

"Doesn't mean he has to know that."

I don't think...I don't think that they're just going to let us go.

"Course they will. They want a bomb, a weapon, and they have one. What else would they do?"

A lot...

#

Teryx ended up being more right than he wanted to be. The next day, the guards came and they carried them down towards a different room. The dragon ended up getting tied up, his head inside of some steel, whirling contraption, while the rest of his body was tied down to something else. The wolf from the day before came to his head, speaking through the gaps in the metal contraption.

"You see, dragon, there's a number of things that we have to do before we can just...let you loose, to do your holy bidding."

Teryx tried opening his mouth, and found it worked. Joan must be sleeping.

"I won't...just do what you say. You have to know that."

"Oh, I know. The only thing that passes from a mage's mouth is lies and trickery. So, we'll just make sure that you remain an obedient little dragon. We can't have you betraying us, after all, not after showing off that much power."

The wolf stepped back, and shouted a few orders at the others in the room. Small things, rodents and other creatures, things that were too tiny to be a threat at any other time, but were quite dexterous and eager to follow orders.

They worked the helmet around his head, setting it to spinning with just a few gestures, and Teryx shivered as the familiar lights started dancing before his eyes. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the wolf smiling.

"It will take a couple of sessions, doubtlessly, but soon enough you will know where your true loyalties lie. You will serve the Church well, little murderer, and then the Order will no longer be a thorn in our side. Just lay back, and let the light of the Shining One enter your mind and take away your fears and worries."

They left him alone on the table, and Teryx whimpered, trying to close his eyes -

SHOCK!

A blast from the side of the helmet forced him to open his eyes again almost immediately, and he realized that they were setting this up so that there was no way for him to look away. Anything that resembled defiance would be met with shocks and pain, making him look straight ahead until he was lost in it.

Joan...Joan, is there any way that you can stop this?

Stop what? It's just lights.

Please, you have to be in control here. I can't stand something like this. I can't take it.

You want me to be in control? Ha! You should have left me in control earlier, then.

You can't just leave me out here now! It will kill both of us.

You don't know that.

I do! This is what let you in in the first place. You'll be kicked out with this, or made to obey the church. Do you want that?

The silence that answered him only lasted for a few seconds before he was shoved into the back of his own mind again, and Joan took the reins. She laughed through his mouth, screaming at the ceiling.

"Think you can control me? I will do as I will, no matter who speaks! I will burn you all, and burn the Order with you! Everyone...all things!"

He shivered at her verbal rampage, but nobody came in to stop her, nobody tried to reason with her. No, she was left to scream her insanities as she would, and that was all the sign that he needed that they didn't trust anything that she said. The Church wanted a weapon, but one that they could control, not one that would go running off.

Teryx let himself drift away as Joan kept shouting, knowing that consciousness was his enemy in this contraption. There was no way that he could resist it...and he knew that Joan would only get madder and madder as she delved into her insanity.

#

The world came back to him while he was walking, and he almost stumbled into a wall when he was put in charge of his body again. He groaned, grunting under his breath as he realized that he was taking charge again, and tried to disguise his clumsiness with a shake of his head and a slight smile to the bull that was dragging him along.

In the meantime, he reached back in his head, nudging at Joan.

What's going on? What's happening?

They're taking us back to some sort of cell. They said that they didn't like my little performance in the contraption, so, they want to try another way to break us.

So, why did you stop being in control?

Because I can't hurt anything right now. Besides, it's not like you can't do something now and then.

I...You don't make any sense, Joan. You really don't.

I don't have to.

He supposed that she didn't, at that. She just had to do what she was told, and she just had to find some way to kill. At least, in her mind. In his, he just wished that she'd leave, and that he could have his body back.

Teryx was all too conscious of his own nudity as he was dragged along, aware of how his cock slapped between his legs, how his body was responding to the cool air and how his balls were shrunken, pulled up against his body in response to that. He could feel the slight smack, smack, smack of his cock between his legs, always reminding him that it was there, that it would like a little attention, that it was out there for people to see. He blushed at that, and tried not to put too much though towards it.

He was taken to a different room at the end of a long hall, this time one that wasn't empty when they arrived. A bunch of prisoners were held behind bars, all of them looking up when the bull brought him close. None of them had the mark of the Order, but all of them looked like the stereotype that came with criminal activity. Dumb, brutish, and more than a little bit excited to see someone else in their same straits.

The bull dragged him to the bars, and pushed him, ass first, against them. Teryx grunted, unable to fight as the bull dragged his arms up and above his head, and only realized what was happening when his hands were bound down, and his tail pulled out of the way.

"You...you want to break me...like this?"

"Heh, that's the orders of the boss."

"You're having me..."

"Yeah. Hope you have fun, bitch. Magic ain't gonna save you here."

No...no, you can't do this to us! Joan shrieked in his head. You can't put me through that! I'll kill you all! Burn you to the ground, make you all pay for doing this to me! I swear, there will be blood, there will be - AAAAGH!

The spirit in him screamed at the first hand on his ass, while Teryx shivered as he remembered the first time that he was played with, back when they were imprisoned before. This time, there was no getting away from it, no way for him to put his mind somewhere else. He had to be in charge.

Because of Joan were to slip out, she would break. She could take the machine, but everything told him that she wouldn't be able to take this.

He felt the first cock sliding under his tail a few seconds in, and he groaned as it filled him almost immediately, pushing into his depths with an easy slide. The prisoner laughed behind him, stroking his ass and squeezing each cheek.

"Heh, looks like this Order bitch is pretty well fucked."

"Yeah, well, you know what they say about mages. Faggots, all of them."

"You know, I bet he takes it because he loves it. Think he was even a real mage?"

"Maybe not. Coulda been some sort of camp follower, someone that sucked all their dicks looking for something to get ahead."

"Heh, look where it landed you, dragon? You're a prison bitch."

Teryx blushed, feeling that cock starting to slide in and out of him, but it was the hands all over his hips and reaching through the bars to his cock and balls that he couldn't ignore. He shivered as they started touching him, groping him, feeling him up. Despite the situation, he couldn't help it, starting to arch his back, starting to moan.

They laughed at him as they worked him over, that cock in his ass fucking him good and hard while the hands continued to tease him, work him up, work him down, and then work him up again. They stroked him, fondled him, tweaked at his chest and then smacked at his ass. He felt the handprints sinking into his scales, felt the way that they used him getting rougher and rougher, harder and harder.

He arched his back before long, unable to help it as that first prisoner found his prostate, making his cock start dripping over the jail floor as he was fucked. He blushed worse and worse, not wanting to enjoy it, but knowing that there was no escape from it. Not without putting Joan in charge -

Stop them! Burn them! Hurt them!

And he couldn't do that.

So he took it. He took every fuck they had to give, which ended up being over a dozen. Horse cock, bull cock, fox cock, dog cock, even a dragon's cock slamming up his ass. He felt each and every one of them, slamming into him and using him until they came. His ass felt stretched and worn by the end, his body hot and soaked by their juices.

His own cock had sprayed over the floor a half dozen times over the course of their pleasures, sometimes urged on by the hands that wandered his body, other times just forced out by the sheer ferocity of the dick up his ass. The rain dragon had it hammered home to him again and again just what the prisoners saw him as.

A bitch.

A toy.

A cum-dump.

Just something for their loads, something for them to vent their frustrations on since they couldn't have the paladins. All they could do was use him, so they did.

When the bull came back, Teryx couldn't hold himself up, but Joan wasn't ready to take over again. She remained in the back of his head, shouting hysterically at the prisoners as he was led out of the cell, slowly taken down the hall towards his own again.

It was in the hall, while he was still in charge, that he felt it. Not his own magic, but the touch of someone else's.

Teryx. You know who this is.

His eyes opened a bit wider. Yes. He did, but he couldn't respond. There was no doubt that it was Draconicon, though. Must have been able to reach him since he wasn't collared, since he wasn't in the room.

I'm coming. This time, with a plan. I'm taking the information out of your head, now. Just hold on. I'll be there soon.

He nodded slightly, feeling the rooting around going on in his head. He felt the touch of the black dragon on his mind, and the slight confrontation between the leader of the Order and the spirit in the back of his mind. They fought, briefly, before coming apart again, with Joan the loser. She'd tried to get away from his body, and failed.

He felt rather happy about that.

I know where you are. We'll be there soon. Just...hold on.

He'd try. He didn't know how, but he'd try.

The End