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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 88 - Put In her Place

This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!

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Lara tapped her foot as she waited at the door. Both the burly looking guards were pointedly looking away from her after a few angry growls in their direction. She figured Rahmor would have requested or arranged female dragons to keep guard at the entrance to his lair, and should have guessed they would be instructed to size up and intimidate any other females showing up at his home. Bunch of common greens, nothing to her lovely orange dragonhide.

She wasn't just any other dragoness however, she was equal to him in rank and made damn sure they knew it. She was here on business, not pleasure, not even close. The smirking looks and winks had been enough to make her tail thrash and growl back at them out of reflex. She wasn't in the mood for any crap, not today.

Finally after what seemed like hours, they opened the outer doors and allowed her in, closing them behind her and locking her in a small cave. Good security, only one set of doors could be open at a time. Bad if he needed to evacuate or get troops in or out in a hurry. She made sure HER quarters could both repel a ground assault and allow fast movement. Smart. Not like this dragon who would soon be learning many related lessons.

The inner doors opened and a golden-haired unicorn stood at slave attention, hands clasped behind her back, head bowed, horn tilted off to the side.

Lara snorted as she saw the unicorn's horn was apparently intact, capped with a metal tip. More bad security, that couldn't possibly be very safe. A big hammer could break it off given time and effort. Her eyes moved up and down the slave's body. Strong, tall, held herself with strength and even a bit of pride. Not at all enough submission for her tastes. Not fully broken yet, another security risk, putting one such as this in charge of security.

"Take me to your Master, now" she ordered and stepped through the doors, angry at having to be here at all. She had better things to do, warriors to train, insects to kill, an Empire to serve and keep safe. This was a distraction at best.

The unicorn nodded, turning and waiting for Lara to begin walking. She swished her tail in approval, at least she was well trained enough to know how to properly escort a dragon. She began to 'follow' the unicorn deeper into the lair, hooves clopping along beside and behind her, the mare making exaggerated turns well ahead of time to let her know where she would go. Leading from behind was a tricky task, but the mare seemed to have a good hang of it.

Rahmor and his unicorns. All female and pretty, just like the rest of his house slaves. Wasteful having so many. He couldn't possibly make use of so many, but dragons liked to spend their status in different ways. Hers of course, was the right way. A lair full of defenses and weapons and anything that gave her more status and the ability to train. Fighting was her life, not lounging around in comfort seeking pleasure. If he wanted to live a life of idle pleasures he could renounce his position and go live with the damn furries beyond the border. Those that fight do, and those that can't play. It was how the world worked, and she was perfectly happy with it. She wondered if this one liked to fight, or play.

Her tail swung back and forth, then whipped up to smack the back of the unicorn's head. She watched out of the corner of her eye and gave a surprised, and impressed huff as the unicorn clearly sensed the blow coming, but did nothing more than tense her shoulders and grunt at the hit. Good situational awareness, reflexes and self control. very rare for a furry. She glanced back at the mare and decided that maybe this one wasn't such a bad choice after all.

The dragoness walked on, hands swinging back and forth at her side, tail swishing. She suddenly paused, the unicorn nearly bumping into her with a yelp, and the dragoness took advantage of the distraction to flick her tail up and around and give the unicorn a comradely swat to her pussy.

To her surprise, the unicorn stumped and yelped, knees closing and one hand moving to cover her crotch, the other her breasts, her formerly confident but subdued manner turning into a cringe. Fear crawled across the white muzzle, wiped away quickly as she stood back up, hands returning and continuing to walk.

Lara pursed her lips and turned her head to look back at the unicorn. "Nasty flinch you got there, a bad mark on an otherwise exceptional performance" she said with a sage nod at the female.

The mare gave a nod back, "Thank you Miss"

"Perhaps your Master should send you to some of my training sessions to fix that, I'm sure my troops would be amused to see what a furry 'warrior' can, and can't accomplish."

Tamira managed not to make a face, "It's not my place to decide such things, Ma'am." She added with relief, "We are here, Ma'am."

Lara stared at a set of large, ornate doors and grunted. "Very well, show me in."

The mare gave a knock on the door, and a voice called out, "Enter, Tamira."

Nothing about the dragon she saw next impressed her. Blue. Boring. Wings. Vulnerable. Tall, large, muscled, but so was she. A fancy red crystal sword. Silly if not fighting furries. She walked right in, feet thudding along the carpeted floor as she pulled out a parchment sheet and slammed it down onto the desk. "You think this is funny, do you?"

She watched Rahmor lean forward, a claw touching the paper and slowly and calmly turning it around to read, his eyes flicking over the paper, making ahhh and hmmming noises. When he was finished, his head tilted up and he smirked up at the orange dragoness, licking his lips very slowly. She growled back at as she leaned further over the desk, both hands on the edge, claws scraping on the polished stone. "Possibly ironic, but no, not funny. Unless you are talking about how you will walk out of here, which will certainly be funny."

Lara snorted heavily, her disdain for the drake riders was unusual among dragons, and also well known. He would be just the type to try and pull something like this. "You're the one who is going to be walking funny when I'm done with you! I don't care who you talked into pairing us up together, you tell them you changed your mind and have this rescinded and get yourself a more appropriate female. I'm not waisting an egg on an inferior breeding, my time, and bloodline is too valuable to the Empire to squander."

"I'm afraid you are giving yourself too much credit. I didn't... waste MY time getting you and I assigned as a breeding pair. This is the first I heard of it. Not that I would mind fucking you, but if that's what I wanted, I'd have gone about it in a more... direct fashion." The blue dragon gave a toothy grin as he leaned back in his chair.

Lara blinked and snarled, staring intently at the dragon. "You had NOTHING to do with an order to impregnate me with an egg? Nothing at all?"

Rahmor looked calmly back at her and stated, "Nothing at all. The breeding clan must have decided we would make a good egg." He peered at the paper again and read, "Rahmor and Lorencia are to mate immediately. Has a nice ring to it." His nose tilted back up as he once more looked over the dragoness with clear interest, even licking his lips as he checked her out, eyes flicking across her chest, down along her hips, back up to regard and examine the lines of her muzzle.

Lara growled and shivered, feeling dirty just at the looks she was getting. Few males could catch her eye, or interest. None ever even came close to being worthy of putting an egg in her. Besides, she had too much work to do. Too much fighting. Too many bugs to kill. Being stuck for months with a swollen belly wasn't going to happen, and she said as much to her troops when they delivered the letter to her. No male was going to impregnate her, let alone this one!

Dumb paper pushing breeders. Only they would pair her with another paper pusher like them. The dragoness firmed her jaw, setting her tail on the floor behind her to brace her in a reflex, her agitation causing her body to react as if she were already in a fight. The dragons that decided breeding pairs were important, but so was she, and while normally she would respect and submit to their demands, they were clearly wrong here. They must not have all the information, or were mistake because it was VERY clear to her that a breeding between the two of them was a mistake. Bad for her, and worse, bad for the Empire. She wasn't gong to let a dragon who couldn't fight breed her, and this one clearly knew how to talk and brag, but nobody who COULD fight would sit behind a desk willingly.

She looked him over again with a frown, besides, she didn't want anything to do with him, or breed at all.

"No. I'm not going to give you an egg, and you will call me Lara. I'm a fighter, not to be bred with some lazy drake riding fatass who sits at a desk all damn day."

Rahmor snorted, "I'm involved in the highest levels of strategic planning and lead several wings, it takes a certain amount of.. thinking and logic to do that. Harder than just swinging a sword and running around screaming, Lorencia."

Lara huffed, angry at him for using the form of her name she disliked, and angry at herself for so easily giving him an obvious target. "Us ground troops are FAR better at everything than you flying lightweights. You and your troops can't do shit without some dumb beast backing you up." She growled at the dragon. He wasn't as bad as those useless mages, but she seethed at the friends and troops that died protecting those big drakes. They could do some damage, sure, but was it really worth it when they couldn't even fly deep into the war zone without hitting those sigils and falling from the sky like stones? They were great at border fights, but useless further in. Where were they when a push happened? Staying behind like cowards, that's where.

Rahmor watched her shout, and simply said, "Doesn't really matter, orders are orders, and any true dragon jumps at the chance to serve the Empire. Now... would you like to suck my cock for a while, or should I just bed you over and fuck you dry? I'm sure my unicorn here could get you all wet, she has a wonderful tongue according to Zoriah."

Lara glanced back at the unicorn called Tamira, the mare flushing, but saying nothing as she stood guard at the doorway. She was cute, and no chance of an egg if she fucked her, and she pushed the dragons insults about cock sucking out of her mind and nearly missed the far worse insult. Serve the Empire? She WAS serving the empire by preventing bad blood mixing in with hers. She growled, but simply said "I might very well enjoy myself with her after I put you in your place. You're not worthy of me. I challenge this assignment." She set her shoulders, the implications clear, it was HIM that wasn't serving the Empire by insisting on a clearly flawed mating.

Rahmor perked up, tail swishing as he grinned, "Really... you do know that if you lose, your cunt is mine to fuck, as I please, and you will have no say in how, and how hard I do it. I'll also be officially 'worthy' of you, so they will likely assign you to me for future breedings as well."

She grunted, "Of course I know that you dumb shit. When I win however, you won't be fit to fuck me, ever, and they will have to find a MUCH better match for me, if they can. Now get out from behind that desk and face me, coward." She smiled as the dragon frowned at him, the barb sinking in. Good. It as the only barb that was going to be sinking in today. By the time she was done with him, his blue balls would be black and blue, and his cock punched so deep back into his sheath it would cower there for years. She gave a vicious snarl, already imagining him lying on the floor at her feet. Whatever had been done to that unicorn to make her shy away from a little love tap to her pussy was going to be nothing compared to what she did to Rahmor!

Her smile faded as she saw him beginning to strip. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"This is a mating challenge. They are to be fought naked, with no weapons. Lets see that nice ass of yours. I'll get a good, close up look at your cunt later, so no need to show that off just yet."

Lara snarled, she should have guessed he would demand this, but no matter. She began to shrug out of her own clothes. "Keep your slave out of this, boy" she said, enjoying the look of anger flashed in her direction.

"Stay by the door, Tamira. But watch close. You might learn something."

Facing off against the blue male, she spread her orange feet wide in a fighting stance, fuck it if he got a good look at her crotch. Plenty of males looked. Few touched. She smirked as the dragon pulled his big wings back and out of the way. No proper fighting dragon would have wings, no egg of hers would either! She was naturally wingless, the best of the fighting breeds.

Her hands were held out and to the side, not even bothering to cover the white slash down her chest where an insect had ripped a poisoned claw across her flesh, turning it white even after it healed. The hide was still smooth with the patterned scale coloring and even the slight indents along the scale edges had healed, but the color never returned.

Her eyes checked out the other dragon for any weaknesses or injures, but any scars he had were hidden by his deep blue coloring.

"Going to come for me, girl, or just keep staring at my body?"

Lara hissed and approached. She was too smart to be goaded into an angry attack, but was more than confident enough to make the first move. She stepped within range and with dragon quick reflexes, made several feinting moves before the real attack, a fist swinging up at the smug jawline before her.

Her fist grazed the angular blue chin, seeing a look of mild surprise before it vanished, the dragon moving just as quickly as she did, and responding in kind. So close she couldn't dodge, but blocked, her hands and arms deflecting a flurry of blows, a foot twisting to avoid a probing stomp from the blue.

She grunted and took a hit to her shoulder, returning the favor with a fist aimed at the dragons solar plexus. The blow connected, but Rahmor had turned to make it a glancing hit, enough to make him hiss in pain and stagger, but not fall.

Lara had to back up as a tail swished up like a sword, slashing at her in a defensive move intended to give him room. It did, but she made him pay by getting in a few hits to his tail, knowing they must sting.

Her own tail moved as well, trying to snake around an ankle, but withdrawing when the male threatened it back with his taloned feet. Both tails collided, grappled and pulled apart, neither willing to commit to a full scale wrestling match just yet. She hadn't gotten him worn down enough for that yet, and wanted him weak and wheezing when she finally pinned him down and began to beat him into submission. He was a big one and would take some beating, but she would gladly give it to him!

She snorted as a foot clipped her shin and made her wobble in pain, but pain was a close friend and she quickly recovered. Her own kick sent him limping away, wishing she could have shattered his kneecap but this wasn't one of THOSE fights. She could hurt him, and him her, but nothing permanent. Nothing to stop them from fighting.

He didn't need his balls to fight, did he?

Her next attack sent her knee slamming up at his crotch, but his tail had swung forward between his legs and in front to intercept the blow, her knee bouncing off the tough muscle. It was a classic anti-crotch move, and she had expected it. Her foot twisted around the tail a it so conveniently presented itself, getting a good grip and yanking down hard!

She watched Rahmor get jerked low at the downward pull to his tail, crouching down but not quite falling to both knees in front of her tough, orange body, but instead going down to one. Now! Her hands reached out to grab for his wings, the weak, thin bones grinding under her fingers as she gripped them and began to pull and twist, hearing the dragon roar in pain!

She snarled in triumph, getting the dragon by his weak point. It didn't do any real damage she knew, but a dragon's wings were sensitive, and she knew this hurt. A lot! She twisted, wanting him to turn around so she could get him face down on the floor, helpless to stop her from abusing those delicate wings, and more!

Her hands tightened as the dragon pulled his wings down, trying to yank them out of her grasp and she bent over to keep a hold of them. Her eyes widened as his bent, one-knee kneel pose suddenly changed in her mind as his body language made a subtle change. It wasn't a kneel but, a crouch? It hit her what he was doing moments before his fist did, the male launching his body up from his crouch, a fist swinging upward to plant itself hard and firmly into her stomach. The force was multiplied by his entire body surging up and she felt her feet lift to her toes, as every bit of air in her lungs exploded out of her as the fist slammed deep into her belly.

The dragoness hung there for a moment. Most dragons would have crumpled in defeat, paralyzed in pain from the cruel blow. But she wasn't most dragons. It only took her a moment to recover her will, but it was a moment the blue dragon ruthlessly exploited. Fighting off pain and shock and surprise was one thing, but her body was still flesh and blood. Still had limits, and the blow had paralyzed her diaphragm, lungs quickly burning and unable to inhale. It was just enough distraction for her to fail to stop the dragon's next surprise.

Her fingers tightened on the 'thumbs' of the wings as she felt them move, gripping them with the instinct of a predator keeping a hold of prey. But the wings suddenly reversed their pull of escape, and surged forward instead. Bony and thin the wing fingers might be, the shoulder muscles were well developed and the dragoness gripped them tight as the wings shoved her own fists upward and back to slam both into her eyes.

She howled silently, seeing stars as she punched herself in the face, her own hands and knuckles protecting those delicate wing joints, letting them hit her like they couldn't have if they had to strike on their own.

Her head shook back and forth, the pain now enough to make her start thinking of escape, a retreat, a regroup. Her teeth snapped in the air, uncaring or not remembering this wasn't a fight to the death. She focused her energies inward, calming her stunned muscles and managed a small squeak as she tried to get a breath of air.

Even that tiny amount was suddenly, and violently expelled as a fist drove a second, and then a third time into her guts. The first blow caused a tiny huff to emerge, she took the second silently, there was no air left, the only sound the solid smack as his knuckles hammered into her weakened orange belly, now mottled with blue from the busing hits. She doubled over as much as she could, tongue hanging from her mouth as pain radiated out from her stomach. Muscles and organs bruised and screaming, cramping up, the ache filling her body and mind as she struggled to recover.

The world spun as hands grabbed her and she slammed down onto the floor, a hand at her throat. Her stomach was cramped, but finally responding as she tried to draw in breath, but that grip blocked any air from getting in. She flailed, limbs thrashing, panicking, suffocating.

Trying to focus, she struggled to get her wits back under her control. She had faced death many times. Fought off pain. But the panic that boiled up in her was far worse. She was going to get an egg, and not even death could compare to that humiliation. She struggled, but slower and slower until blackness took her, and also soon she knew, with her last fading thought, would that blue bastard.

...

Before the darkness even began to lighten, warrior instincts kicked in. She was bound! She tugged in her arms, legs, tried to thrash her head. Vision returned as she blinked, and identified the source of the bondage. Warm. Soft. Flesh.

That bastard!

"Rrrrrraaaaargh!" she roared, finding herself bent over a desk, both arms pinned and yanked high up her back, held tight by a loop of dragon tail. A hand was wrapped around her nose and mouth, forcing her to breathe from the corners of her lips, head pinned. Her legs were spread, feet held and stood on by the large blue. Worst of all, her tail hiked, pinned between her back and his chest, twined with the tail holding her wrists.

"Mrrrrrghmp!" she yelled as the hand clamped firmer over her nose as she struggled.

"I could have fucked you and left you to wake up pregnant. Or let you wake up with a cock in your ass. But I thought you deserved a second chance to fight me off... so try and stop me from fucking you... once it goes in, you're finished, bitch."

She squirmed and jerked as she listened to the dragons speech. Bastard! Fuck! She tensed as something hot brushed against her exposed lips and jerked her hips away, but there wasn't much room to move, pinned as she was. She tried to gore him with her horns, but howled as his claws left scraped on her muzzle as it gripped tighter. Then that damn cock was back at her pussy, probing, searching. No! She growled and struggled, arms hurting as she tried to pull them, only to get them yanked higher.

She struggled, but her stomach ached and made her want to curl up. Every movement stretched it painfully tight, pushed it against the hard desk, made her gasp in pain. Made her weak. Her tail tugged, but didn't move.

"Noooo!" she cried as that tip found it's mark, spreading her nether lips, finding her tight, vulnerable vagina... and with a grunting thrust from behind her, pressing in!

She cried out in pain, humiliation and rage as the male begin to push and shove, his cock sinking into her, stretching her, violating her. Hnrrrrrgh! Fucked, by a winged drake rider! She thrashed and jerked, trying to dislodge him, but he was already too deep. She felt every ridge force it's way into her, felt that angular cockhead slipping deeper and deeper into her. Hot and wide, and before she knew it his hips were pressed to her ass, and she grunted as he bottomed out, a pointy tip poking her hard in the cervix.

Her eyes rolled at the poke, the pain spearing deep into her mind, and triggering even worse instincts and feelings. She groaned, waiting for it, dreading it. But the dragon didn't spike her, didn't extend his spines. She could only huff as a free hand caressed her ass, and spanked the side of it! Nrrrrgh! Smack! Hrrrrrf! SMACK! Rrrgrrrrmph! SMACK!!!

"That's a good bitch... hrrrng... such a tight cunt you have. Such a pleasure to fuck it."

She groaned as he pulled back, and thrust inward, shuddering at the violation. "Frrrrgmph grrrruuu!"

"I am fucking you" he replied, sliding his free hand along her side.

The dragoness groaned as she was caressed, feeling the hand slide under her chest, greedy fingers pawing and squeezing her breast. She bucked at the extra humiliation, then yelped as fingers harshly pinched and twisted her nipple. "Nrrrrgh!" Her eyes teared from the spearing of her sex and the twisting, crushing grip on her now hard nipple.

Males and females were treated equally in dragon society. While females were on average smaller than males, dragons came in such a variety of shapes and sizes there were as many small males as there were large females. The only time males truly held the upper ground was when they gave female the spines.

Lara huffed hard as she felt those sharp barbs beginning to form deep inside her. The head spines were first to make their presence known, a ring of fire deep in her belly making her body tense and arch, her tail trying to hike even higher against her will. She could feel the strength draining from her as the male took her, and fought with all her might to keep her mind from following. She would not submit to this male, could not. Will not! But just like the punch, she had little control of her body's reaction to the mating.

When the dorsal spines and barbs began to prick along her length she moaned and writhed like a bitch in heat, hissing into the hand clamped over her muzzle as the cock jerked back and forth, feeling those points pressing and digging in. The bastard was doing it on purpose, fucking her with his spines out. It was considered rude to extend one's spines too early in an assigned mating, males were expected to hold off until they came to not take advantage of the helpless female. Matings between different dragons were common, and such things were not to be used for personal gain.

She had challenged him however, and was now paying the price. She moaned as she was fucked, her insides on fire from the pain and pleasure, her mind a whirl of emotions and conflicting desires. She wanted to rip his cock off, make him eat it... lick it... no... "Rrrrrrrrargh!"

Her body rocked against the desk as she was taken again and again, the sharp barbs poking and pulling at her slick flesh but not cutting or stabbing deep. Her insides were made for this and could take the abuse. A willing dragoness would be enjoying this, and she shuddered and rocked and screamed as she orgasmed hard, but took no joy from it, only anger as she felt her belly burn and hear as it prepared to accept his seed. She shuddered under the assault of her orgasm, whining now, grunting as she was slammed against the desk from the hard, rough fucking.

Finally after ages, she gasped once more as teeth clamped down on her neck, the dragon ramming hard into her, spines fully engaged and digging in, helping force the tip of his cock right agaist her cervex. The heat of his cock burned and she felt it tensing, knowing what was to come, him! "Nooo.. nrrrgha.. stop..." she growled and hissed, feeling so helpless and vulnerable, his cock deep in her, ready to make her womb his. She screamed she as he climaxed inside her. She could feel him impregnating her, feel his cock throbbing powerfully, the gush of hot seed spurting into her, feel her body accept the hot and sticky stuff, knew she would be having an egg, maybe even two. Her eyes rolled back as she slumped in surrender, panting as the dragon slowed and stopped.

"Yes.. there we go... I hope you think of me your whole pregnancy, and especially when it's your time to lay. Perhaps I'll request to watch."

The hand moved from her muzzle and she panted, taking several moments to recover before her anger surged over her mating submission, "Stay away from me you fuck... ahhhhh!" Her curse and anger was cut off as she felt him pulling out, spines still extended, scraping and dragging along her flesh. She turned her head away, spotting the female unicorn watching with fear and, sympathy? She snorted in humiliation at a mere slave seeing her like this, actually feeling sorry for her! She groaned and moaned as sharp pricks and scrapes dragged down her insides, and nothing she did could stop it.

All such feelings came to an end as the dragon prepared to finish withdrawing, only his cockhead still inside when a searing pain sent her into a mindless spasm, quickly stiffening into motionless. Hrrrrngh! She could FEEL those backward facing spines that encircled his cockhead digging into the flesh of her sex, stretching out her labia as they caught on those tender lips of flesh. She hissed and whined again, knowing exactly what he was doing.

A dragon's cock was meant to do many things, trigger a female to receive his seed, keep her helpless so he could finish, and worst of all, tear at her tender outer flesh when emerging to make sex painful while the egg formed, to keep other males from fucking her. Any attempt to penetrate a dragoness with a pussy that had a barbed cockhead dragged out of it would feel only pain and never accept a rival until she healed, and by then would be well along on her pregnancy.

It wasn't done in this day and age, not by any male who didn't want a knife in the back afterwards. But she had challenged him, and now this bastard dragon was doing it, doing it to her and she could feel her lips stretch tight, like someone had shoved a small umbrella in there, opened it and was trying to pull it out. She howled as the spines pricked and dragged and slowly began to pierce her lips. "Ngggh..no... pp.. please.." she sputtered. If he pulled out now, he wouldn't just scratch and cut, but would rip and slice and tear through her most sensitive flesh in a dozen places. It would hurt. Bad.

"Mmmm.. all's fair after a failed challenge, my little cunt. You want me to ease out instead?"

"Hnnng.. yes..." she whined in humiliation and defeat. She panted hard through her nose, dozens of tiny needles tearing at her tender sex.

"Are you my bitch?"

Lara growled, then whined at a tug. Her face flushed with red heat and she gasped out... "Ungh! Yes... yes... I... I'm your... ngh... bitch." Humiliation flared as she said the words, and knew them to be true. That's exactly what she was now, pinned down, fucked, begging.

"I've never ripped a dragoness before, I have to admit I'm quite curious to know what it would be like to feel my spines tearing through your soft, tender cunt."

She squirmed, groaning, whimpering at her inability to fight back, her body refusing to act with a dragon's spines digging into her inner walls. "Nooo..." she whispered.

His cold, hard voice sent chills down her spine, "I'm going to do it unless my bitch comes back three days from now, and does EVERYTHING I tell her to."

Lara shuddered, his hand still cupping one of her firm tits, feeling overwhelmed by the male on top of her. She gritted her teeth, imagining the things he would make her do, the things she would do, because she had already decided. A sudden pull sent her shrieking in pain as the spines cut deeper into her and she quickly stammered, "Yes... yes... I'll do it... s... sir! Stop! Please!"

She gasped anew as he suddenly thrust INTO her, his spines relaxing and dulling, and only dragging painfully as he pulled out, not tearing her to shreds. She slumped and slid off the desk as he let her go, collapsing in a heap at his feet. Unbidden she moved to nuzzle one, giving it a soft, hateful lick.

"Good... you are going to be doing a lot of that when you return."

She panted and groaned, her hand cupping her throbbing crotch, gritting her teeth at the pain and the insult. She hated him, wanted to... to... she couldn't even think it, not right now, not so soon after being so totally dominated by him. It would be a week before she could bring herself to even look him in the eyes after this and by then, by then she would be visibly pregnant. Everyone would see it, made all the worse after she had bragged to her troops how no male would breed her this season, especially not Rahmor.

She slowly got to her feet, every movement agony as her thighs moved, her crotch a throbbing, burning mass of pain. It was made even worse knowing that he had taken pity on her, had not ripped her like he could have, then grabbing her clothes and working them on with a grimace, keeping her back to the dragon, not wanting to look at him, not caring he was checking out her ass as she dressed. He would have plenty of time for that when she was forced to return to him.

"Have I, officially performed my duties as ordered, Lorencia?"

She growled, but grunted.

"That's not an answer. Face me and respond, solder!"

Unable to refuse, she spun around to confront him, but was unable to meet his gaze, keeping her eyes down at his feet, her only other option his still erect cock and she didn't want to look at that! She muttered a humble, "Yes, Sir."

"Am I a warrior worthy of putting an egg in you?"

"Yes, Sir" she was forced to admit. He might sit behind a desk now, and have a large beast to fight for him, but he DID know how to fight himself, and was damn good. He had defeated her, which was impressive, as much as it hurt to admit it. He was an ass, a bastard, she hated him, but was forced to respect him.

"Now get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow, I do believe we have a meeting with the defense council in the evening. I'll expect you again, three days from now, first thing after our shifts end."

She shuddered, that was going to be awkward. Everyone would be sure to notice the signs of submission she would be unable to suppress so soon after a mating of such, roughness. She doubted she would be able to walk normally either, which would be sure to bring snickers.

She swore she would challenge him again if he tried to claim her, but wondered if something deep inside her maybe wanted to let him. She shuddered, straightened up, and walked to the door.

A different guard was waiting to take her away this time, a small feline cat. She didn't bother to judge this one, only ignored her and walked fast, wanting to be out of here and way, not caring how bad it hurt to walk and cursing her choice of tight leathers. Nrrrgh!

She managed to keep herself composed until she met the two guards outside his lair. Their earlier deference was gone and they openly smirked at her, grinning knowingly as she winced against her will at the simmering pain between her legs. She couldn't summon up the dominance to yell at them again. They were HIS guards, and anything involving him still made her knees weak. She hated that feeling, and that bastard knew she was feeling it. Knew that in three days it would mostly fade, and she would be forced to serve him anyway. It was going to be hell. She regretted challenging him now, she got fucked anyway, and now had to come back!

Her anger flared at that last thought, overcoming the instinctive submission all dragons had when suffering a defeat. No. She WOULD make him pay. Get her revenge, make sure she never had to endure anything like that again.

She gulped as she thought of him, those eyes, even in her mind made her gaze drop and shoulders hunch as she rubbed her still aching belly. Maybe... maybe that wouldn't be the smartest idea. She was going to certainly curse him very badly! She was going to have SUCH words with him, for sure!

...

Tamira watched the dragoness leave. She had started out disliking her, almost hating her for that tail poke to her cunny. She hated how it made her cringe and flinch, forcing her to remember her greatest failure. Fighting off the invading dragons. Being beaten. Beaten so badly, helpless as they punched her in the crotch, her tits, her face. She shuddered, pushing the memories out of her mind. The pain was bad, but the failure made it even worse. She could have warned the others if she had ran, or killed them all. Saved her mates. They were caught because of her, so many innocents could have run and hidden and had been saved. More memories of her beating surfaced and she pushed them away back into the hole she kept them.

She forced her mind back to the present, and shuddered again as it wasn't much better. Rahmor had motioned her closer during the rape, made her peek and watch and see up close what he did to that poor dragoness. Her eyes had been wide and white rimmed as she watched sharp little spikes sticking out of her stretched labia, heard him threaten to rip his cock right out of her. She couldn't even imagine what that would do to a girl, even a dragon.

"Tamira..."

"Yes Master?" she said instinctively, looking up from her kneeling position.

"That is how a dragon sexually dominates another. How a male dominates a female anyway, it's quite different if a dragoness is on top. But you won't be seeing THAT here."

Tamira nodded, unsure how she would feel about that. She would love to see the smug bastard on his knees, but on the other hand, bad things could happen to her, or Dana if another dragon had his or her way in here. That terrifying white was one good example, what would HE do if he beat Rahmor in some challenge? She shuddered again, the sensation getting all too familiar. Still, she had hoped to see Rahmor get pounded, it would have been very satisfying to watch, but she just had to settle for her fantasies.

She erked as Rahmor suddenly moved closer, and a spiny cock was suddenly in her face.

"Lick it clean, and get a good look and what put that bitch in her place."

She gulped, looking it over, seeing barbs and spines and not wanting to impale or cut her tongue. She began to lick, making sure her strokes were always downward, shivering at the feel of those sharp spines. They were odd, they were not like teeth or thorns from a plant, they didn't emerge from holes, but seemed to almost grow out of the flesh of his penis. They changed as she watched, and licked, and felt them soften as much as seeing them. Over a period of minutes they softened and dulled back to the rounded nubs and ridges that she was used to.

Rahmor chuckled down at her, "Curious how they work, slave?"

Unable to lie, or state that she was only a LITTLE curious, Tamira simply nodded.

"I don't actually know myself, to be honest. I also don't know what makes my cock get big, or what makes my muscles move, or how I see colors you don't. I just will it, and it happens. Female dragons react quite, strongly to them. I love to use them, but except for egg laying it's considered... bad manners."

Tamira made a little face at that, but kept licking. Why even ask if he didn't know? Anything to draw attention to what he had between his legs she supposed. Typical male, loving to brag about his dick and what it does to women. She preferred stallion bragging, talking about how it made women swoon, rather than dragons who talked about how it did, much worse things. Much worse because in the dragon's case, it was all very clearly true.

"You saw how it made that bitch submit, didn't you? Perhaps it's something you could use as well."

Tamira groaned, imagining those spines tearing into her and she wanted to shake her head, to plead. But knew it would do no good. There was no bargaining with this monster. Her legs closed involuntarily.

The blue dragon laughed, "No, not the spines, not entirely... but the fight. We never fought for dominance. You were brought to me in chains, I had my way with you. You never learned to, respect me. Let's change that."

Tamira nnnghed as a hand lifted her chin and pulled her to stand on her hooves and pushed her back several steps.

Rahmor selected an hourglass from a small rack off his desk and upended it. "If you can keep me from putting my cock in your cunt until the sand runs out, you get to walk out of here. If not, you can waddle out like that orange bitch, fucked until you can escape. Of course, you could also show me that you know your place, by forfeiting, and putting that mouth of yours to good use."

Warning bells went off in Tamira's head as the blue dragon offered her an out. She was certain that whatever respect he might have for her would be lost if she avoided fighting him. This was certain to be painful, but she was fucked either way, wasn't she? In the end, he wasn't actually giving her a choice, and she was sure he only offered that option as a test. Another problem arose, how would she 'fight' a dragon she was forbidden to hit?

Tamira narrowed her eyes, "Master, I'll accept your challenge but I can't strike you.. it's... not allowed." Something deep inside her resisted when she thought about fighting the large blue dragon. He certainly intimidated her, but there was more. It was the pressure of all the training she had endured working it's way into her brain, and she hated herself for every hoofstep she was pushed down into the role of a good little obedient mare. If she backed away now, it would mean that was all she would be.

"No, you may not hit me, but you may struggle and squirm and run all you like. We start, now!"

Tamira flinched and jerked back as Rahmor's hand snapped up, fingers wrapping around her horn in a firm grip! Cheating bastard! She yanked her head down with pure instinct, revolted at a dragon of all creatures grabbing her HORN! It was a maneuver that should have worked, easily yanking her horn down out of his grip, but that damn metal tip screwed onto the end of her horn big enough for the dragon to get a grip on and her head stopped short with a grunt.

Her golden mane whipped about as she thrashed, trying to shake her horn loose, trying to force his fingers open, but it was of no use. A unicorn's horn was a dangerous weapon if properly trained, and she was extremely good at horn fighting. The tip was the most dangerous, able to pierce through the hardest of materials, but that cap took that all away.

She tried to use her horns inertia amplifying abilities next. A well-trained unicorn warrior could swing their horn and hit with far more force than would seem possible, enough to deflect heavy weapons and send opponents flying with broken bones when it connected. She huffed as she jerked and twisted to no effect, a unicorn's horn unfortunately needed to be moving for it to multiply the force of the swing, and it was held tight in an unbreakable grip.

She gritted her teeth, Rahmor knew EXACTLY what he was doing and was handling her expertly, not like those dumb shits she killed during her capture. Her eyes focused on that thick red cock of his, pointed right at her and she remembered his true goal. It wasn't to hold her, or even beat her, but get that THING in her. She hunched as much as she could, backing her hips away, making sure there was no good angle for him to thrust at her, or try and hug her to him. Stomping on his foot could do serious damage, her hooves having similar qualities to her horn, but that would certainly count as striking back, and that would end badly for her and most likely several other mares. Especially Dana.

Before she could decide on her next move, Tamira jumped as his tail lashed out at her hooves, the mare desperate to keep her feet free and remain mobile. The tail swung again and she once more jumped over it, and then a third time. Instead of passing through, the dragon's tail jerked to a halt and lashed upwards as Tamira was in mid air, hooves off the floor and unable to dodge.

With a thrust of her leg, she instead pushed off the tail itself, shoving it down and away as she moved off to the side and landed back on the thick carpet. It only occurred to her then that with her horn held, she shouldn't have been able to do any of that. He was playing with her! Her eyes met his, seeing the gleam, and with the game up, he stopped playing.

The mare jerked forward as her horn was pulled, being hauled forward. The grip on her horn wasn't tight enough to force her to spin around, but she could feel the dragon trying, then grabbing for her mane. She yelped as it was yanked, forcing her head around, her body following until she was spun about and forced to face the desk.

She braced her hooves, digging furroughs in the carpet as she struggled to keep from being pushed against it, in exactly the same spot the dragoness had been raped at. As strong and skilled as she was, she simply couldn't overcome the sheer strength and mass of the dragon and inch by inch she was shoved closer to the desk. She threw her legs around, trying to flip about but hrrrnged as he twisted her head the other way, the maneuver only letting him get in a good shove.

Her legs and thighs slammed against the desk and with a grunt her head was shoved down, chest and belly thudding onto the desk's surface. Her legs kicked and thrashed, hands planted on the desk trying to push her up, then struggling to pull over it, but that damn hand on her horn held her firmly in place.

Tamira cried out as the inside of her right ankle was kicked hard, shoving it to one side only to be pinned by a large dragon foot. Her left leg was similarly jerked outward despite her best attempts, and the panted, bent over, legs spread. It wasn't the first time she had been in this position with her dragon Master, but she could still feel the sharp tips on her tongue and feared what was to come.

A gentle, pointed touch to her sex broke her out of her fears, her eyes locking on the hourglass which was slowly running out. She wasn't done yet! Her legs and head may be pinned but she was a flexible girl! She jerked her hips to the side, feeling the cockhead slide over her ass and slip away.

Another brush as it moved back into position and she swung her hips to the other side, unable to see either the dragon's cock or it's target, dodging by feel. She watched the sand drop, the grains moving agonizingly slowly as she wriggled and squirmed, grunting with the effort, gasping when the tip snagged her lips and almost sank in, but she lifted her hips up and surprised the dragon by shoving BACK and forcing his cock between her thighs. She tried to trap it there, but her legs were spread too widely to get a good grip and he pulled it back out with a hiss of fur-burn induced pain. Good!

The hourglass was tantalizingly close now, getting lower and lower, the top of the sand shrinking, almost, almost! "Hnnnrrrf!" She felt the air leave her lungs as Rahmor pressed down onto her back, his belly and chest to squeeze her against the desk, pinning her in place, hips trapped just long enough for a pointed, but thick cockhead to plant itself against her helpless sex.

Tamira howled in frustration and pain as she felt that warm, repulsive tip spear into her, stretching her wide, the damn thing bigger than any dildo she ever used before her enslavement, or any stallion she had ever seen. She panted hard, still struggling, hooves kicking as she was impaled.

"So tight..." whispered a cruel voice in her ear, teeth nipping at the fuzzy white lobe and making her wince. Her horn was freed, but only so the dragon could grab her hips and begin to pull, dragging her backwards, forcing her back onto that long, thick cock. Her hands grabbed at the edge of the desk and she pulled, nnnnnghing at the effort, trying to pull herself away from that terrible dragon shaft.

The mare hnnnghed and whinnied as she was forced backwards, crying out as she felt the tip thud against her cervix. Even through the pain and humiliation she felt the dragon's hands on her hips loosen at that touch, feeling him shudder in pleasure. With a surge she shoved with her hooves and pulled with her arms, dragging herself forward, feeling that cock sliding back and back, and grunted as her legs hit the desk, stopping her before she could escape and end the dragons fucking of her.

Tamira inhaled as hands found her hips again and pulled her back. Again she struggled, dragging herself forward only after being seated fully on the dragons shaft. She tried to shift to the side, but it was impossible while being so filled and impaled, and was dragged back, again and again as she thrashed and whinnied, fighting with all her strength.

Back and forth, back and forth her hips slamming down onto the cock, then yanking herself back forward, struggling and fighting like she never had before, working her body for the first time instead of passively taking it.

Slowly, gradually the movement and rhythm began to change. Her sex hurting, pained, but something in her building as she began to push back, anticipating the hands so firmly grasping her hips. "Ahhhh.. ahhhhh!" She cried out loudly, moans beginning to escape as her mind drifted, still struggling, still fighting, but her hips were moving back and forth of their own accord now, fucking her dragon Master harder, faster.

"Nnnnrgh! Ahhh! Huuuuunngh!"

Hands held the desk in a death grip as her hips pounded up and down, her clit worked over by the dragon's cock ridges, teeth gritted and eyes closed as she was driven closer and closer, and finally let out a half scream, half whinny as she came hard. Her body trembled and tensed, and finally slumped onto the desk, exhausted, panting, drained. She groaned, fingers curled into claws, hooves trembling. "Huff huhh haah ahhh..."

Behind her the dragon murmured, and she gasped, feeling sharp pricks inside her. Her whinny turned into a whimper as she felt it drag back, slowly, like small needles being dragged across her flesh. She bit her lip as each sharp spine slipped from her, and then the head began to squeeze out, pausing, and extending those spines further to catch at her small, tight lips. "Nrrrrgggaaahhhhhhh!"

"Are you my bitch?"

"Hnnnghh... yes Master," Tamira said, fearfully, head still swimming from the powerful orgasm.

"Do you respect your Master?"

She trembled, but managed to nod and answer. She respected his strength and fighting ability, even his desire to fight to save others. She hated him, was disgusted by his treatment of her and the others, but she could answer honestly that yes... she could respect SOME of what he was. She didn't need to be raped and spined for that, all of those things she had already felt.

"Good," said the voice over her, and the thick cockhead slid out easily, leaving her intact but for some painful, but minor scratches.

The mare panted, laying across the desk as she trembled. What had just happened? Her head was clear enough to realise something had gone terrible wrong in her fight. At some point she stopped fighting him, and started fucking him. She had climaxed hard, and while she had done so before, especially when 'attacked' by his harem girls, she had never felt like that with him before. Not even when he teased her with his tongue.

Her mind felt over her memories like an unfamiliar object, like a dangerous weapon one could only carefully inspect, fearful of it. Why did it feel... better? Because she was able to resist? It had felt.. good to fight him off, to not just lay there and let him have his way with her. She had lost.. and perhaps that helped too, making her feel less, what, guilty? Ashamed?

"Do we need to do this tomorrow, slave? It was rather... enjoyable."

Fear shot through her. No, no... she did NOT want to do that again. Not ever! Whatever the fuck she had felt she wanted nothing more to do with it. Those were emotions and feelings she'd never experience again if she could help it.

"Ahhh... no Master. I... know my place, I don't need another lesson. I learned.. a.. a lot, Master. Your spines.. they..." she broke off, flushing in humiliation, grateful for the emotion that let her stop and leave it at that. Let the dragon draw his own conclusions.

Tamira relaxed at his next words. "Good, very good. Two females learned their lesson today, I'm quite pleased. Now... go take your post. I have work to catch up on."

She nodded, slowly pushing herself off the desk as he called for his assistant, making her way to the door, wincing as she walked.

Outside she made a face. Nella was there, with an ear to ear grin on her face.

"Ooooh, he fucked you GOOD in there, didn't he?"

Tamira couldn't help herself and looked down as the cat pointed, seeing her own sex still gaping, dripping a mix of her own juices and blood.

"Shut up!" said Tamira grumpily, taking her post. "You're relieved."

Nella let out a giggle, taking her time before moving on to her next assignment with a swish in her step.

Tamira snorted, knowing she wouldn't be swishing any time soon, and for the first time since becoming a slave, was glad she wasn't allowed to wear pants.