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Aurelia could hardly believe how much pleasure she was deriving from her new situation. A distant part of her - the part that had been raised to be a proud and fearsome Gold Dragon - still cringed at the notion, trying desperately to deny it. Insisting that she couldn't really_be enjoying it as much as she was, that it _had to be some kind of curse or spell affecting her mind. But even during the miserable years preceding her reunion with the black dragon who had raped and ruined her, when she had allowed that voice to rule her, she'd known - on some level - that it didn't make sense. Not even a black dragon could spellbind a golden dragon's mind so thoroughly, for so long.

But those endless, soul-grinding months of isolation, depression and shame were in the past, now. Indeed, all of them seemed to have swung around to their complete opposite! Far from isolating herself, she'd given up any form of privacy, living a life fully exposed to public scrutiny, constantly surrounded by others. Her depressed state had been replaced with a mood that swung between visceral ecstasy and a languid, post-orgasmic state as she waited for the next bout of perverted pleasure to find her. And as for shame, she had abandoned all semblance of that, along with her name and the color of her scales.

The fierce young gold dragon, Aurelia, was effectively gone. All that remained was 'Slut', a depraved dragon-bitch entirely covered in a tar-black suit that rendered her entirely helpless, her body fully at the disposal of anyone who could be bothered to call on her. Which were quite a few different individuals, as the rumors of her spread and the ways in which her body could be controlled by others became common knowledge. Even in a place as sexually liberated as the Dragon Utopia, she stood out as an extreme - a female dragon who would do anything, with anyone, at any time, without limits - and indeed without even the ability to refuse or say no, most of the time.

Well, in truth, her tongue was one of the few things she still had full control over. The inky-black suit covered every inch of her scaly exterior, but it stopped at her lips. With a simple command, anyone could order her mouth closed or opened, sure, but when it was_open, she could still control what her tongue did, as well as when and whether to swallow. However, she'd chosen to ignore that choice, and cast aside that one remaining freedom. Her tongue wasn't there to protest or argue - not anymore. Its purpose was to lick whatever it was _told to lick.

She was getting better and better at using it, too. It could push through labia and sphincters alike, tongue-fucking either orifice with aplomb. It could wrap tightly around smaller cocks, squeezing and pulling at them in what her visitors had dubbed a 'tongue-job'. She could even stretch it out straight while curling the sides upwards into a shallow canal, allowing those who liked to use her mouth for a urinal to watch their piss flow all the way down her tongue before pooling in the back of her throat until she was allowed to swallow it.

Many of these services were particularly well suited for the smaller races - humans and Equus, mainly, though she also had more rare encounters with the elves, dwarves, halflings and others that dwelt in the Utopia. She loved servicing them more than anything. Not that she didn't love it when some big, brawny red covered her diminutive body with his own bulk and stretched her pussy or ass to the very limit with his huge cock, his bone-shaking thrusts sending shockwaves of pain through her entire body with each impact, of course!

But that simple, visceral pain simply couldn't compare to the sheer, delicious humiliation of surrendering her body to every depraved desire of creatures she had been raised to think of as the 'lesser races'. The fact that those who sought her out often showed signs of being drunk made it even sweeter, of course, as did the lewd and demeaning things they sometimes mumbled while they used her. Indeed, they went out of their way to humiliate her far more frequently than her fellow dragons seemed to do - and while she was well aware that their ire wasn't truly directed at her, that didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy being the target of it.

No matter how egalitarian and idealistic the dragons of the Utopia were, after all, they were still dragons. The other races deferred to them as a matter of course, not simply because this was their_land, but because they were _dragons. Their very presence roused a primal fear in anyone small enough to be a bite-sized snack for those magnificent creatures, and no amount of familiarity could ever truly erase that - simply reduce it to a sort of awestruck respect. But it was probably rather exhausting, particularly for the humans, to be constantly surrounded by awe-inspiring beings that you had to watch your mouth and behavior around... and so, in the night, fortified with liquid courage, they came to find her and act out their frustrations.

She took it all upon herself with glee, responding to their depraved sadism by sinking even deeper into the sweet embrace of utter submission. When a trio of Equus stallions - likely frustrated by their mares' tendency to prefer draconic lovers over them - together emptied their beer-filled bladders into her mouth, filling her lower jaw to the brim with steaming-hot piss and then ordering her mouth shut, she happily complied with their order to not swallow until the next morning. The suit could not control this, nor did the three Equus have any way of knowing if she disobeyed, but that hardly mattered. She let her tongue soak in the sour, strongly-flavored liquid for hours, as they took turns using her tight urethra, and then staggered home to leave her as she was. Only when the sun rose did she swallow, relishing the sheer act of obedience as much as the sensation or the flavor.

A particular favorite - which was fortunately becoming more popular with her human visitors - was when one or, preferably, more humans or Equus made use of her well-trained peehole, fucking the sensitive orifice without any consideration for its tender nature. Then, after all of them had finished blowing their loads into her bladder, they'd order her urethra closed - causing the suit to clamp the tiny hole shut, preventing any of their gooey jizz from escaping. She'd thus be able to enjoy the hot, slimy sensation for hours or more afterwards, while her bladder gradually filled up further, adding a growing sense of pressure that steadily escalated from mere discomfort to outright pain. Eventually, the suit's merciful failsafe would kick in, causing her to expel a high-pressure mixture of cum and piss wherever she happened to be standing, as a fine show of her absolute depravity - or, better yet, somebody else would order her urethra open for their own use before that point. At the very least, this usually resulted in some delightfully harsh words about her wanton perversion - and if the visitor was unfortunate enough to be splattered with the disgusting mixture, as was often the case if they'd already positioned themselves to use her peehole, she could often look forwards to plenty of punitive torture.

Favorites aside, however, the humans in particular showed a remarkable level of creativity when it came to depravity - going far past the nostril-fucking that the DragonRider had spread the word about, entertaining though that was. They frequently dragged her into uniquely humiliating situations, possibly trying to one-up each other, and regularly providing her new high-water marks for the greatest pain-and-humiliation-induced bliss she'd ever experienced. Still, for a long time, the donkey held the record. A dozen or so humans, drunk and seemingly fresh from a party, had used and tormented her for a while, before that final, crowning humiliation arrived - a dirty, smelly donkey, fresh from the stables, apparently drugged with some sort of alchemical potion that had removed the beast's perfectly natural terror in the presence of dragons, and replaced it with blind lust.

She was made to roll over on her back so that the donkey could clumsily mount her groin, his rock-hard cock - little different from what the Equus stallions tended to be packing - finding its way into her pussy after a few failed attempts. As the drugged-up beast humped her with bestial single-mindedness, she was ordered to first loudly declare how much she loved getting fucked by a smelly donkey, and subsequently prove it by lovingly kissing him on the muzzle, slipping her tongue into his mouth to taste the hay and old vegetables he had been supping on earlier. Meanwhile, the men around her pointed and laughed, calling her every disgusting name they could think of - she was a pig, a meat-toilet, a mindless sex-doll, and certainly not some scary ol' dragon!

It was sheer bliss. The donkey, drugged to the gills, was tireless - cumming within a dozen thrusts, but then just continuing to pump away undeterred, raising sloppy, slimy sounds from her pussy. More equine orgasms followed, albeit with growing distance between them, each filling her pussy and womb with ever-more stinking donkey-cum. Every time she came, meanwhile, proved to the eager onlookers just what kind of depraved slut she was, emboldening them further and adding more strength to the abuse they were heaping on her.

They wouldn't even use her body any further, they declared, since she was such a disgusting, donkey-fucking slut - though most of them soon forgot about that vow, in the days and nights that followed - instead preferring to just drunkenly jack off to the depraved display, staining her black suit with their cum and, of course, emptying their straining bladders into her ever-ready mouth. The final capstone to that perfect night, however, came when the donkey had finally managed to fuck itself into exhaustion - staggering back, coat matted with sweat, eyes unfocused, cock still semi-hard and jerking up and down underneath his fuzzy belly.

The shaft in question was liberally stained with cum, practically from head to base, thanks to the dozen-plus loads he'd unleashed into her eager pussy. It was only natural that the men would thus order her to clean the poor donkey's worn-out cock with her tongue, licking up his strongly-flavored jizz... nor did it take any great wit to think of telling her to continue the job while she was down there, licking clean his heavy, dangling balls, which had been liberally stained by cum-spray, leaking pussy-juices and sweat. And once that pendulous sack was clean as a whistle, sparkling with her saliva, the men - who had enjoyed the display so far - could only think of _one_place for her to go.

Thus, the final, crowning humiliation as she - a gold dragon, for all that none knew it save Blake and his household - pushed her tongue into the sweat-soaked asshole of the exhausted donkey, cleaning it inside and out... and gushing hot, orgasmic fluids from her gaping pussy as she attained a blinding orgasm from this act, while leaving the onlookers in no doubt whatsoever that this was exactly what had happened. She was left in a daze of masochistic pleasure for days afterwards, able to lift herself halfway to an orgasm just by remembering the taste of the donkey's sweaty, unwashed tailhole.

It was a month after this peak of depravity that she received an unexpected visit - and warning - from Blake, the dragon who had given her this new life of pain, humiliation, and endless pleasure. While casually using her paralyzed body for his own amusement, thick cock pounding her asshole with bruising intensity, he let her know that a familiar pair of gold dragons had just arrived at the Utopia. "They have no idea you're here, so don't worry..." he reassured her, never slowing his thrusts. "They're just searching everywhere they can think of, and apparently figured that you might have heard about your father's abortive attempt to find a 'cure' for you here, and decided to go looking yourself. Of course, they're looking for a scar-covered young gold, which no-one here has seen. If you run into them, just keep your cool and don't say anything - they might still recognize your voice, after all."

She took this to heart, contemplating the thoroughness of her disguise while she licked Blake's cock clean. The inky-black substance of the suit covered every last scale, hiding her golden coloration and her scars alike. Her magnificent horns had been cut away, and the suit had faked up a far less impressive pair in a shape typical of adult greens. Other than her voice, the only possibly recognizable trait she had left were her emerald eyes, which were at most mildly_unusual in green dragons. Even so, Blake clearly wasn't inclined to take any chances, and after she had finished licking every last stain from his shaft, he ordered the suit to close over her eyes - activating the built-in 'blindfold'. "With any luck, no-one will bother to cancel the order until after your parents have left..." he declared, before leaving without another word. It was a fair bet, she thought, there in the darkness. The blindfold had sometimes been left in place for _weeks, and her parents weren't likely to waste time asking questions in the Utopia for more than a day or so.

Finding her way around blindly was something she was growing progressively more used to, fortunately. She'd memorized the layout of the Utopia's primary regions, where she usually remained in order to make sure she was accessible to as many people as possible at all times, and by simply keeping her tail scraping against a nearby wall, she could orient herself fairly easily. Unless she'd been ordered to keep her tail raised, thus exposing her ever-ready pussy and tailhole to anyone behind her, of course, in which case she used one of her wings instead. The heavy layer of black that covered them ensured that they couldn't lift her off the ground anymore, anyway, so this was about the only use she got out of them.

A few hours later, she ran into a handful of horny browns at a crossroad as she was heading towards a reasonably quiet corner where she'd figured on sneaking a nap. The browns wasted no time in taking advantage of the encounter, pounding her pussy and ass alike with their heavily-textured cocks and powerful hips - even double-teaming her, by pulling her unresisting body on top of a brown who'd rolled over on his back. While both of her holes were thus filled with thick, ribbed, knobby cocks, her tongue was tasked with licking the hard-earned sweat off the tailholes of the other three, which it did expertly. Browns were, she'd discovered, particularly fond of rimjobs. Something to do with the DragonRider's somewhat less imposing sister practicing those arts on them for a while, apparently.

When they'd all blown their loads and received a suitable sphincter-cleaning, they left her were she stood - at the side of a busy crossroad, paralyzed in place, tail lifted and holes gaping as cum slowly oozed from them. It wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last, so the young dragon soon managed to doze off like that, figuring that she could at least get in a nap before some other passer-by decided to take up the obvious invitation that her presence represented. As such, she wasn't surprised when a harsh voice roused her from her slumber after some undefined amount of time - but as her mind slowly grasped for consciousness, an icy grip seemed to seize it.

"Ah, so this must be this... 'slut' we've been hearing about. A big fan of black dragons, manifestly." The voice declared coldly. She knew that voice, though she'd never heard it speak in such a tone before. The same could be said for the voice that followed it - loaded with disgust. "Well, she certainly seems to have fully embraced the lax morals that welcoming black dragons_into their midst so clearly has produced in these... _degenerates." They were the voices of her father and her mother - which had spoken to her with love, patience and occasionally strictness during her upbringing.

"Nothing to say for yourself, hmm?" Her father's voices questioned, and she could sense that he was quite close. She did not, indeed, though at the moment she also couldn't, even if she'd wanted to - her mouth had been closed when the browns left her standing there, paralyzed, so absent orders to the contrary, it'd remain_closed. Clearly, he wasn't _expecting any answer either, and with a disgusted snort, he pulled back. "Even from a mere green, I'd expect better..." he declared, his scowl audible. "But I suppose the weak-minded can easily be seduced by power - even the unholy and corrupt power of the black dragons."

"To think I was ready to move our family here, if they could only offer a cure for our darling daughter's... condition!" He lamented. "Perhaps for the best that they could not. This truly is no place to raise a young femme." Her mother's voice interrupted at this point - sounding weary, yet patient. "Come now, dear - we talked about this. If they could actually have made her...decent again, it would have been worth it. Still, I can hardly disagree - trying to keep her from being corrupted by this place would have been a nightmare!"

Her father's grunt of agreement told her that he'd moved away from her a bit, and she breathed a bit easier. Apparently, he'd said his piece. "Bah. Enough. Let's get out of this den of depravity, my love." Directed, clearly, at her mother... but instead of an affirmative reply or simply the sense of their presence fading as they stomped away, a hesitation resulted. Then, after several long seconds, she heard her mother speak up again - the disgust in her voice now tinged with hatred. "If you don't mind terribly, darling, perhaps we can linger for just a bit longer. Seeing that blackness covering her scales... it reminds me so much of him that I just cannot bear it."

Her father hesitated at that, but not for long. His sigh sounded more weary than anything, but there was still a tinge of something darker in it. "I cannot claim to feel differently. It rankles, still, that we had him within our reach, but still failed. I suppose it would not truly have changed anything if we had managed to slay him... but at least it would have been an outlet for this anger." His voice rose from resigned to fiery as he spoke, making Aurelia shiver under her black suit. Her own anger at what had been done to her had been tempered with fear, despair, and confusion at her_enjoyment_ of it. For her parents, however, it had been pure, unadulterated rage. Enough to send them rushing off at the merest_hint_ that they might be able to intercept the black dragon who had done it. She knew, by now, that they'd survived this rage-driven crusade only because Blake had mercifully spared their lives after defeating them both, hoping to thus halt the cycle of vengeance before it could really get started.

"Well... I see another potential outlet for that anger before us..." Her mother said, quiet yet dreadful. There was something sharp and vicious in that voice, which she hadn't heard even in her most sadistic visitors before. "You realize that trying to show this young degenerate the error of her ways is bound to be a fool's errand, I assume?" Her father asked, almost conversationally. Her mother snorted in reply. "Of course I do. Anyone who would willingly forsake her original scales in favor of a disgusting imitation of a black dragon's hide is clearly beyond help, regardless of all else. But this isn't about her. This is about you and me, getting some of our own back - if only by proxy!"

There was no further debate. She sensed her father's eyes hotly on her, his presence drawing nearer as he finally addressed her again after all the talking they'd just done over her head. "Let's see if it works like I heard... Move, slut!" At this command, the paralysis that had held her body stiff as a board since the brown dragons left was released, allowing her to relax - as much as she_could_, considering her current situation. "Now, your_kind may be perfectly happy to rut openly in the streets and corridors, but us _proper dragons have a bit more decorum than that..." her father stated coldly. "I'm sure you know your way around here, however - so, lead the way to some reasonably private place where we can... continue." Then, almost as an afterthought, he continued. "Ah, I suppose that would be easier if you could see. Hmm. 'See, slut?'"

Despite the questioning tone, the suit still recognized the command - and the blindfold was removed. She was careful to keep her eyes fixed straight forwards, not looking at the two majestic golden dragons that loomed beside her. Then, she did the only thing she _could_under the circumstance - which, fortunately, was something she was inclined to do anyway, in general: She obeyed. The natural place to lead them was, of course, the spot she'd been heading towards anyway, reasonably close by - a small storage-room near the edge of the 'human quarters', which had been used for supplies to help convert the old dragon-dens into multiple human-sized habitats, and subsequently forgotten about. It was dank and musty, but the closest thing she had to a private space. As much as she enjoyed being violated even as she slept, or roused from her rest to serve the whims and desires of a smaller creature, the needs of her body occasionally called for actual, long-term rest - and that was where she went in order to get it.

"You know, our daughter - Aurelia, her name is - was brutally raped by a black dragon..." her father told her, rather unnecessarily, as she led him there. "She was still months shy of her fiftieth birthday at the time. A child. But he didn't stop there, oh no - he used his claws to scar her entire body, leaving her marked for life. Even after new scales grew in, they were a hideous mess." She couldn't help but shudder at this. He'd never been so frank about her situation to her in the past... if anything, he'd always downplayed it, insisting that the scarification wasn't really that_bad. But this was what he'd _really been thinking, then? That she was a 'hideous mess'? Good thing she'd acquired her new 'skin', then. Not that he seemed to think much of that, either.

"I'm telling you this so that you might understand why your choice in 'fashion' and apparent idolization of a black dragon strikes us as somewhat offensive..." He continued blithely, voice harsh, entirely unaware of how his words had cut her. "Oh, I know that the so-called 'Champion of the Utopia' is an entirely different black dragon to the one who raped my daughter - by all accounts, he's a real heroic figure!" His voice was mocking, and his wife quickly doubled down on it. "Hah. 'Heroic', I'm sure, as long as everyone's willing to bow down and worship his corrupted power. Don't believe it for a second. Black dragons are all alike. Unholy, cursed beasts, a plague on dragonkind! Glorious Takharsis Herself pronounced it so, and only those truly lost from Her light would ever think otherwise. Someone like you, slut!"

As before, she didn't answer. In silence, she led them into her 'sanctuary' - a nearly empty storeroom with some old supplies still moldering in one corner. Quite spacious, really - there was no soft nest, but plenty of dusty floor-space to curl up in for a solid 10-hour slumber now and then. Well, spacious for her - once she was sharing it with both of her parents, it felt decidedly more cramped. They were fully-grown adults, after all - towering over her, each of them probably twice her mass. Looking around in the store-room, her father snorted dismissively. "What a pathetic dump... still, private enough, I suppose, which was all we requested." The door to the room - which lacked a lock, mostly just being there to hide the clutter that had filled the store-room when it had been in active use - slammed shut behind him as he slapped it with his tail. Then, his foreclaws danced in the air for a minute while he chanted a couple of magical sentences under his breath - unleashing a spell that made the door glow purple for a moment, no doubt sealing it so that no uninvited visitors might intrude. In an instant, her sanctuary had become a prison-cell.

Now that privacy had been ensured, they were both looking at her hungrily, angrily... thoughtfully, as if they were trying to decide how to start. For her part, Aurelia was doing her best to remain passive, taking refuge in routine - standing there unmoving, staring at the wall, trying to think of this as just another encounter with a pair of new visitors, no different from any other. Trying not to contemplate what her normally-gentle _parents_were planning to do to her that very moment. The silence dragged on for a minute - then her father broke it again. "Well, let's see if this works the way I heard... suffer agony, slut!"

The command sounded almost lazy, but the suit didn't care. It responded promptly, and in an instant, her world was awash with pain. It radiated out from her tormented clit in constant waves, impossible to pin down as any single sort of sensation. It was as if her tiny, tender clitoris was being simultaneously pinched, pierced, burned, frozen, electrified, cut apart, and dissolved by acid. A massive, incoherent jumble of shrieking nerves that could not be defined as anything other than pure, unadulterated pain. Her legs collapsed under her almost immediately, as tended to be the case if the suit's paralyzing abilities weren't keeping her standing, and a hoarse, agonized wail was torn from her throat despite her best efforts to keep her mouth shut - resonating deafeningly in the small, hard-walled room.

It was actually surprisingly rare that she got to enjoy that particular flavor of mind-blasting agony. Her suit's ability to torture her on demand went largely unused by most of her visitors - the majority of them being more interested in fucking her and/or humiliating her. The commands that activated that feature also didn't seem to have been as widely disseminated as the rest, though of course she always happily told new visitors about it if they asked. Still, there _were_a few genuine sadists who visited her now and again, just to delight in watching her writhe and cry as the pain wracked her body - or fucking one of her trembling, twitching holes while she stood frozen and helpless amidst the torment.

Even_they_ rarely used the 'agony' level. Well, each of them had tried it at least once, just to observe the effects - but for the most part, they tended to prefer using the more intermediate 'torment' level, in order to keep her in pain for a longer period of time while still being coherent and able to, somewhat shakily, obey orders. When 'agony' was called for, the pain swallowed her whole. Everything else, the whole world, seemed to wash out and become distant, unimportant, buried under a constant avalanche of nerve-wracking torture that she was helpless to prevent or reduce. There was no 'getting used to' it, no desensitization. Every time, it was just as bad - and just as good. Every time, it pushed her to a place beyond mere pleasure and pain, a kind of floating realm of non-sensation that was a bit like an incredibly long orgasm and a lot like the exact opposite of an orgasm, while still somehow being even better than a regular climax.

This state, if not interrupted by a counter-order, would last for a full ten minutes, though the pain-induced time-dilation tended to make it feel like far, far longer to her. Despite this inherent uncertainty, she was fairly certain that it hadn't been a full ten minutes when the pain gradually ebbed away, and she found herself returning once again to consciousness with only the dull, throbbing after-effects of the torture still affecting her clit. She hadn't heard the command-word that ended the torment, any more than she had heard the ones that had clamped shut and sealed her jaws at some point, presumably to save the room's other two residents from having to listen to her tortured screams.

"Well, I certainly can't fault the skills of whatever depraved animal crafted that 'disguise'..." She heard her father comment dryly. He still sounded somewhat distant and echo-y, but at least she could actually hear him. "But still, I don't care for it much. It's almost too easy, isn't it?" The question was apparently directed at his mate - at least, she was the one who answered. "Easy indeed - I suppose it was made that way so that even_lesser_ beings could compel her obedience with a word. Such parlor-tricks are hardly needed for Golden Dragons, however! Besides, using that, we wouldn't really be hurting her, would we? That suit would, with us being merely an audience. Pah!"

Her hearing was stabilizing, getting sharper - enough so to easily hear the disdain and arrogance in her mother's voice. And something else - something far more familiar - in her father's, when he spoke up again. "Indeed... I say we refrain from using that unnecessary shortcut any further. Still, I can't deny that watching her writhe on the floor like that wasn't somewhat... interesting." She knew that tone well. Heard it all the time, she'd just never imagined hearing it in her father's voice. Hunger - hunger and lust.

If she'd been in any doubt still, her mother removed it with a chuckle. "Interesting, hmm? I thought I noticed you 'showing interest' there. Well? Don't hold back, dear. It's what she's for, supposedly. Besides, it might be fun to watch it up-close for once, instead of just scrying on the action from the comfort of my nest..." Her mother's casual, almost playful tone boggled Aurelia's mind, still wobbly after returning from the 'pain-space' as she had dubbed it. She couldn't really be saying what it sounded like she was saying... could she?

The first part, at least, was confirmed when a massive body loomed over her, covering her body completely, pushing her into the floor. Even if there hadn't been only two other dragons in the room, she would have known him immediately. The familiar scent, the sound of his heartbeat, the sensation of his belly-plates rubbing against her back. She had nestled against that chest as a hatchling as she slept in her parents' nest, surrounded by their loving embrace. There was no way, no way at all, that she could ever think of him as 'just another visitor'. This was her father - her beloved daddy, who had protected her and cradled her and given her sage advice as she grew up. Her daddy's heavy claw that now pushed her head brutally into the ground, her daddy's hot, hard cock rubbing against her well-lubricated labia.

True to his word, he didn't use the suit's ability to override her movements. He simply pushed her tail up against her back with his hips, while holding her down with his greater mass and strength. Then, bending his knees to keep his angle low, he slammed his cock into her in one swift, ruthless motion, giving no regard to her smaller size - stretching her pussy painfully from labia to cervix. He wasn't the biggest dragon she'd serviced - the big reds had an inch of circumference on him, and a few more in terms of length. But even so, it hurt. It always did, when her visitors were of the biggest races - reds, bronzes, golds, not that there were many of those around the Utopia. Her pussy - like her body - was still developing, still growing, still technically unready for the tasks set before it.

So every time one of the bigger ones came to visit, she felt the delicious pain of her unready orifices being forced open, stretched beyond normal limits. Her daddy was no different - the pain he gave her was just as pleasurable, just as seductive, as any of the other's. But it felt different - was different. He'd never hurt her before, never punished her, even when she was being bratty and selfish. Always patient, always a smile on his lips for his 'little gemstone', always a gentle pat on the head and a chuckle at whatever trouble she'd gotten herself into. Now that gentle pat had become a ruthless pressure atop her skull, holding her down, keeping her helpless while he raped her without mercy.

There was nothing she could do - whatever he desired, she was powerless to stop him from taking it. She wasn't paralyzed, but it didn't matter - he was infinitely bigger and stronger than her. It felt more intense, more dangerous, than usual. The suit rendered her helpless, certainly - it ensured that anyone could dominate her effortlessly. But at the same time, it offered the embrace of security - loaded as it was with safeties that would engage in extreme situations. From hunger and thirst to bladder-pressure - any significant threat would cause it to override any commands she'd been given, ensuring that she'd be able to rectify the situation. But now... there were no such safeties in this little room. She was all alone with her daddy and her mommy - the door sealed with magic, and no-one likely to come looking for her.

Writhing helplessly in her father's brutal grip, she came. A few minutes later, as he filled her underdeveloped womb with his seed, she came again - her forcibly-shut jaws muffling her moans. He didn't pull out immediately - instead resting atop her, dick still hard and fully embedded, his bulk heavy on her back. Throughout, she'd been staring stiffly at the wall in front of her, not wanting to give either of her parents a good look at her eyes - but now, suddenly, her view changed, as she watched her mother step up in front of her. Her sweet, caring, nurturing mother who'd nuzzled her and fed her and taught her to fly. Now, though, her expression was lusty, pupils dilated - looking past the black-suited dragon beneath her, up at her husband and mate.

"What do you think, hmm?" She asked tauntingly. "Is she better than that sweet little blue you keep back home?" He grunted in reply. "Well, she's not as tight... hardly a surprise, seeing as she has probably been fucked by half the male dragons in this place. But on the other hand, I don't have to listen to this one whine about me being 'too big' or 'too rough', so on the balance, I'd call it even. But hey, maybe her tail-hole will be the tie-breaker!" Her mommy laughed coarsely at this, and underneath the black mask, Aurelia felt the image of her parents she had so long held onto crumble to dust at last. "Well, I doubt she'll be able to beat that slutty little blue in my book when it comes to that. I never get tired of watching the tears well up in her eyes when you take her tailhole, always begging you to go slow and be gentle... but lifting her tail for you all the same, the whore!"

So it was true... rather than being faithful, as a mated couple ought, her father had been cheating, likely for a long time. With smaller, tighter dragon-maidens, at that. And her mother not only_knew_ about it, she apparently enjoyed using scrying-magic to watch him do it. When she had fled her home with with Blake's aid, taking up residence in the Utopia and going to such extreme lengths to disguise herself, it was largely because of the standards of sexual conduct back home - particularly where golds were concerned. Sex for fun was tolerated... but only with your mate, and_certainly_ only with your own kind. The 'lesser' races could more easily get away with having casual sexual encounters, so long as they kept it quiet and stuck to their own color, but golds were supposed to be beacons of morality!

Considering that, she'd known that the depraved desires which were growing inside her - which she could no longer deny, even to herself, after her second encounter with the dragon who had raped and scarred her - would never be tolerated, never be accepted... and so, she had fled. But now she knew - even while she had been suffering in isolation, struggling to suppress urges she could barely understand, her father had been amusing himself by fucking a tight-bodied little blue while her mother had watched it all with glee. Was this how it always was? All those high-minded morals, merely a smokescreen for more covert perversions?

She didn't know. All she knew, right now, was that her morally upstanding father was pulling his cock back out of her cum-swamped pussy, and aiming his smooth cockhead squarely at her diminutive tailhole while exchanging an intense, tongue-wrestling kiss with his mate, her_mother_, right above her head. She could smell something sweet, through the general reek of cum and piss that constantly clung to her sinuses from all the times her nostrils had been used as fuckholes or toilets - the scent of her mommy's growing arousal.

Each color of dragons had different cock-shapes and textures - sometimes only slightly different, sometimes heavily varied. Aurelia had a better chance to savor this than most, having entertained 'visitors' from virtually all of the known colors. From the swamp-dragons' slender, dexterous shafts lined on all four sides with distinctive ridges, to the many rough ripples of the browns' thick, powerful members. She had never, however, had the chance to get familiar with the distinctions of the golden dragon's tools - since none of the Utopia's handful of golds had found their way to her yet.

Her father was thoughtfully rectifying this shortcoming as he forced his fully-erect member into her asshole without hesitation, making her sphincter cry out with the burning pain of sudden, severe stretching. While he pounded her with unrestrained force, every thrust sending shockwaves of pain through her overstrained rectum, she had the chance to recognize each minute detail as her taut asshole was forced to mold itself to the huge intruder. The pointy, conical cockhead with the pronounced lower edge and two creases running along the bottom, leading into a somewhat thinner shaft that gradually thickened and hardened towards the sheath... while along the bottom, four defined ridges could be felt, each aping the lower edge of the cockhead. Subtle bumps around the thick, hard base of the shaft hinted at the internal bone-structure, and provided added definition and stimulation during balls-deep penetration.

Indeed, each separate bump and ridge stood out as an individual point of pain, as they all collaborated to torment her straining sphincter. She knew what a gold cock felt like now - knew how delightfully it could hurt her. And by the same token, she now knew what her father's cock felt like, pounding either of her holes without any regard for the pain and discomfort its sheer size would inflict. She knew what her daddy's huge, muscular body felt like on her back, pushing her down, forcing her to submit, using her, moaning with pleasure as he tore into his young daughter's tight ass.

Her mother had left her sight for a bit, stepping around her - presumably to watch her be sodomized up close, admiring the cum-dripping gape of her freshly-fucked pussy underneath her overstuffed asshole. Now, however, she was wandering back in front, looking down at the black-clad dragon stuck underneath her rutting mate. "Let's see... talk, slut?" She said experimentally, over her husband's huffing. Promptly, the black substance that had covered the gap between her lips, keeping them inexorably bound together, released its grip. Her mouth was her own once more... though, fortunately, her mommy did not seem to have meant the command_literally_, and indeed seemed fairly satisfied when she began to emit throaty moans and groans of painful pleasure.

It was hard, reminding herself to keep silent amidst all the stimulation. Normally, she preferred to let the sensations carry her away, moving her body for her as much as the suit did... leaving her mind to go pleasantly blank. However, she wasn't normally this quiet. She was always ready to explain to any new visitors how they could command her suit and control her body at will, as well as reassure any doubtful souls that she was, indeed, perfectly happy where she was, and under no duress. She'd thank everyone who used her in any way, whether that meant fucking one of her perpetually available holes, or just using her mouth for a toilet. And even outside of events where she'd been specifically ordered to, like with the donkey, she tended to voice her enjoyment of whatever depravity was being inflicted upon her... just for that added bit of humiliation, and to spur her visitors onto even greater heights of perversion.

But right now, she had to remember to stay silent at all times.Hopefully, neither of her parents would recognize the voice of their darling daughter in the undignified braying of this black-clad 'slut', for there was no way she could keep herself from making those sounds when she was being so expertly ass-reamed by her dear daddy. The feeling of her mother's eyes - no longer ignoring her in favor of the magnificent gold laboriously thrusting away above, but eagerly analyzing the expression of masochistic pleasure on her face, listening to her pained moans - only made it even more intense. Her_mommy_ was watching her, and enjoyed watching her, as she was being violently raped. No other audience could possibly have made the young dragon feel more exposed, more ashamed, more depraved.

One of her talons reached out and casually patted her mate's claw - the one holding their daughter's head firm against the ground - on the side, prompting him to move it after a moment of hesitation. He didn't miss a beat, of course - his hips were still swaying back and forth as he poured long, deep, powerful thrusts into her tender asshole - but her head was now free to move relatively independently. Or at least, it was, very briefly. As soon as she lifted it, her mother's talons wrapped around her jaw, lifting her face up for closer inspection. Under such circumstances, closing her eyes or even trying to look away would only have roused more suspicion - all she could do was to let her eyes remain as vague and unfocused as she could manage, staring blindly into space as if she was completely absorbed in the painful sensations radiating out from her battered anus.

After a few moments, her mother finally spoke up, sounding almost bemused. "Such pretty eyes... almost reminds me of my daughter's. They hardly seem like they belong on some dirty little harlot like you. Blind, slut!" The familiar darkness covered her eyes again, but she'd already seen enough. Even blinded as she was, she could still see her parents' perverse cavorting before her inner eye. Her mother, meanwhile, sighed. "I know we said we wouldn't use those tricks, but I just didn't like those eyes of hers..." she complained, while her husband and mate notably neglected to comment either way. The increasing jerkiness of his hip-movements provided certain hints about why.

A few seconds later, she felt a roiling surge of cum flow deep into her intestines, providing her with a warm, full feeling that extended far beyond the cock itself. As before, he didn't pull out immediately, but instead rested atop her, apparently enjoying the sensation of her sloppy, freshly-reamed ass around his still semi-hard cock. "Not bad, not bad at all..." he commented casually, sounding decidedly winded. "Not as tight, but somehow felt better in spite of it. Well-adapted for the purpose, I suppose - practice makes perfect, and all that!"

His mate giggled at this frank review, then seemed to silently consider something for a moment. "And still, she has nothing to say." she pondered aloud. "Well, I suppose her tongue may have other_talents..." Aurelia could feel her father stiffen in surprise above her - and hear the eagerness in his voice as he answered. "Are you quite certain, my dear?" Her mother chuckled in reply. "Well, I've been considering it for a while, you know... and _this little strumpet certainly seems likely to be as discreet as we could possibly wish for."

There was movement in the air before her - then the familiar scent of hot, wet pussy grew stronger, and she felt something brush against her nose. Even blinded, she could recognize this unfailingly - along with the implicit demand in it. "Well?" her mother demanded. "I trust you know what to do with one of these..." She did, indeed. And thus, with her father eagerly watching from above, his cock now hardening inside her once again, she stuck out her tongue and provided her mother with what was, by the sound of it, her first experience with lesbian sex. Feeling perversely driven to provide the best experience possible, Aurelia dug her well-practiced tongue hungrily into the very hole her egg had once come out of, licking it inside and outside, lashing across the tiny, golden clit, while she pushed her muzzle right up against the outer labia, nuzzling them, smelling them.

Now, she also knew what her mother's love-juices tasted like. What her mother sounded like when she moaned in pleasure. Her father, meanwhile, began to pump his hips again, slowly humping her with his once-again hard cock - not with the insistent brutality he'd displayed earlier, but rather with looooong, slow thrusts. Every time he pulled back, he'd slip all the way out - leaving her bruised sphincter to gape briefly in his absence, before he plunged all the way back inside, sinking into her right to the root so that the sheath at the base rubbed against her labia. In and out, in and out, while he watched her lick his mate's pussy with rapt attention.

His wife had certainly noticed as much, and now laughed back over her shoulder, interrupted by a short moan in the middle. "I figured_that you'd change your tune about wanting to see _me at it if I switched to spending time with other femmes..." she said playfully, while thoughtlessly confirming to her daughter that she, too, had been 'screwing around' with other, male dragons, just as her husband had enjoyed a few femmes on the side. For Aurelia, it was the straw that broke the camel's back.

Within the anonymous, black suit, she'd been feeling more and more disoriented and detached. Until now, she'd believed that her second encounter with Blake had involved her fleeing a world she no longer belonged in, instead joining a different one where she could fully embrace her dark and depraved desires. She had earnestly believed that this was the right choice. Now, though... it felt as if her memories of the world she had 'left' were disintegrating. The life she'd lived, under the yoke of strict expectations and high moral standards, had never truly existed - just an illusion, flickering shadows on a wall. Throughout her childhood, her parents had been sneaking around with other dragons, both fully aware that the other was doing it... she must have been playing outside the den while her mother scried on her father fucking that 'tight little blue' they kept mentioning.

It all seemed so clear now. Moral restraints were nothing more than lies and illusions, masks worn for the sake of others. Not only had she made the right choice, but the life she now lived - without limits or shame - was the only truly honest one. Even this... even getting off on her father's cock ruthlessly pounding her tailhole, while licking and tongue-fucking her mother towards an orgasm, was_honest_. She was enjoying it, and there was no reason to pretend that she wasn't, not even to herself. No reason to hold anything back.

So she let her tongue dance, with all the energy she had. She lapped up her mommy's sweet love-juices, savoring the taste. She pushed forwards until the outer labia parted around the tip of her muzzle, managing to fit the first couple of inches of her face inside the spacious orifice that had once fitted her entire body, wrapped in thick eggshell. The breath whistled through the corners of her mouth as her tongue dug deeper than before, reaching nearly to the womb, and the thick, musky scent of her mother's arousal filled her nostrils.

It wasn't quite the first time she'd performed that trick - the possibility had in fact first occurred to her when she'd been ordered to lick a female red, finding her tongue rather too limited for the task. On that occasion, she'd managed to push most of her muzzle inside - but her golden-scaled mother was a fair bit tighter, so even just the tip was enough to stretch her significantly. Regardless, she clearly enjoyed the combination of labia-stretching and the darting tongue reaching even deeper before. When at last - straining her tongue to the limit - she managed to brush its tip across the tender circle of the cervix, it finally pushed her mother over the edge... the wet pussy-hole tightened reflexively around her nose, while a strangled, orgasmic shriek resounded from somewhere up ahead.

She could have pulled back there, job done - or even just continued the tongue-lashing, since she'd received no other orders, which would likely have prompted her mother to promptly order a stop as the level of stimulation became too much for her orgasm-sensitized pussy. But she wasn't going to do either of those things. She had to hold back her voice - that couldn't be helped - but she'd hold _nothing_else back. Based on what they were saying, her parents would likely never return to the Utopia. This was her one chance to fully indulge in this crowning, incestuous depravity. To truly show her parents what kind of perverse slut they had unknowingly raised.

Thus, she pulled her snout back out of her mother's pussy - and immediately moved it a few inches up and back. Blinded though she was, her tongue had no trouble finding her mother's tightly-puckered tailhole, eagerly stimulating and rimming it in order to deepen and prolong the orgasm she had just kicked off. The orifice parted quite easily before her questing tongue - did her proud father use it often, or did she freely use it to pleasure her various other partners? Or both, perhaps? Either way, it was no virgin hole. Her sweet, loving mother had learned the pleasures of having her tailhole stretched open and reamed by a thick, hot cock, just as her daughter later would.

She dug in greedily, pushing her tongue deep inside - eating her mother's ass more enthusiastically than any that had come before. Fully relishing the bitter secretions she tasted inside - dark, forbidden, disgusting, and oh so familiar - she only wished that she could tell her mother, as she did it, how many other assholes she had tasted already. Dragons of every color, humans and Equus of both genders, a few halflings, two elves, and a dwarf. None had been as delicious as this, however - with its subtle nuances of incestuous taboo. Already, she was pushing her tongue as deep as it would go, her lips kissing the thin, flexible scales that lined the orifice, separating it from the larger belly-plates.

Her mother moaned appreciatively, pushing her hindquarters back against her snout - while above, she could sense the intensity of her father's attention. Every few seconds, she'd pull back enough that he could see her tongue disappear into the tight orifice, producing as loud and slobbery a noise as she could when she pushed forwards again, passionately tongue-kissing the twitching hole. In response, she felt his long, slow thrusts into her own asshole grow faster and more insistent, his cock hardening back up to full erection despite him already cumming twice. He was still using as long thrusts as he possibly could though, punishing her throbbing, aching sphincter with his full, ribbed length.

The pain redoubled delightfully as she came, her ass tightening reflexively while thin juices mixed with her father's thick cum sprayed from her still-gaping pussy - only for her sphincter to be immediately torn open again by his rampaging cock. Groaning with desire even as she continued the deep ass-licking, she took advantage of the fact that she was not, for once, paralyzed - planting all four of her clawed feet solidly so that she could push her rear back against the invading thrusts, making them hit home even more violently than her father could have managed by himself.

Even as she felt her father begin to ascend towards his third orgasm of the day above her, sensing his quickening heartbeat against her back, her mother started to recover from her own, earlier climax. "Seems they weren't exaggerating about what kind of dirty harlot you are..." she declared in a throaty voice heavy with post-orgasmic bliss. "Such efforts deserve a reward, I would say." Something powerful and dexterous was wrapping itself around Aurelia's neck now, squeezing tightly around the base of her skull - her mother's muscular tail. Obediently, she let it push her head back and down, reluctantly withdrawing her tongue from the flavorful hole beneath it. "Open wide, little harlot..." her mother then giggled, and she of course complied - knowing what was coming, and welcoming it with thirsty eagerness.

Sure enough, an acrid stream of fresh, hot, delicious piss splashed into her mouth where, absent other orders, she eagerly swallowed it. Underneath the suit's blindfold, her eyes rolled back in her head. Perhaps it was due to some sort of imprinting, from when the DragonRider, Anitra, had used her mouth as a urinal during her first encounter with Blake - providing her with the most deeply-cutting humiliation of that entire rape-session, but she just couldn't get enough of it. She'd occasionally had visitors turn up with large jars of piss, just to pour it into her mouth along with the contents of their bladders, and while such stale, room-temperature servings couldn't compete with a freshly-produced mouthful, she'd nonetheless swallowed every bit of it with relish, never wasting a drop. That bone-deep humiliation of being reduced to not merely a convenient fuckhole, but a mere meat-toilet, was just unparalleled.

Above, her father groaned as he unknowingly watched his mate empty her bladder into their daughter's thirsty mouth, and his thrusts redoubled - losing some of their length in return for rapidly-growing speed, but maintaining the same level of brutally violent forcefulness as she continued to pump her own hips against him, matching his pace. The taste of her mother's ass and fresh piss on her tongue, while sharp surges of pain radiated from her battered anus with every rapid thrust, she came again, thunderously - already starting to lose count of how many climaxes she'd had.

By the time she returned from the orgasmic plateau, the flow of piss had decreased to a dribble that she was eagerly catching with her tongue, while her father had begun to groaningly pump his third cumload into her ass. At no point had she stopped pushing her groin back against him, nor had she stopped swallowing even while near-catatonic with ecstasy. Her body already knew what to do, even when her mind was temporarily absent. They remained as thus while her father finished - her mother's tail comfortingly tight around her throat, while her tongue continued to lightly caress the wet pussy before it under the guise of seeking out errant piss-droplets.

Only when her father had finished emptying his balls and gotten his breath back, followed by pushing himself up off her back and pulling out, did the tail-grip on her neck release, and the fetching smell of female arousal disappear from the point right in front of her nose. "I assume you'll want to make use of her mouth too, my dear?" Her mother asked facetiously, and her father grunted in reply as he stepped around her. "Damn straight I do. She really_is_ a dirty whore, in every sense of the word."

She could, indeed, easily smell his cock as it was dangled before her. Sure enough, her vagrant lifestyle didn't exactly allow for a fastidious ass-cleaning routine. The public toilets she frequented - and often found herself raped in - had facilities to enable _wiping_even for those who, like dragons, couldn't reach their own rear... but enema-gear wasn't so readily provided, and the large quantity of cum and piss in her diet didn't help either. It was rare indeed that anyone withdrew their cock from her rectum without a few stains on it - especially if they had any noticeable ridges or barbs, or even just a pronounced crown.

After spending that long in her ass, shooting two hefty loads up there to shake things loose, her father's cock was obviously no exception. Of course, she didn't hesitate - her tongue readily wrapped itself around the dripping, slime-covered tool, tasting every inch of it as it was carefully cleaned, paying particular attention to the creases and ripples where things were more likely to have been caught. She'd already gotten past the instinctive, nauseating reaction that those dank and forbidden flavors provoked - whatever clung to her visitor's cocks after they'd finished sodomizing her, she'd lick up without flinching or hesitating. It was her duty, pure and simple - a way to show her gratitude for the attention they had granted her unworthy holes. A duty she fully enjoyed with a submissive shiver of sheer depravity.

With her ass was still gaping, throbbing and twitching after the lengthy work-over it had received, her tongue working busily, she listened to her parent's perverse conversation with a sense of aroused detachment. "That felt better than I'd dared hope..." her mother admitted, sounding excited. "I wonder if I can find anyone back home, femme or otherwise, who is up for such... tricks." Her mate laughed, a bit breathless as his cock was expertly caressed. "Oh, I'm sure you can. In fact, why don't I introduce you to a certain blue strumpet of my acquaintance? I've long since taught her_that 'no' isn't a word you should use in the presence of your betters. Perhaps we could _share her, like we've shared this depraved little harlot, hmm?"

While her mother giggled in response, her father groaned slightly and followed his mate's earlier example - unleashing a thick, strongly-flavored stream of pee from his by now mostly-clean cock, pouring it over the base of his daughter's tongue and down her throat. She swallowed it, eagerly and reflexively, while continuing her cleaning-task - pondering, meanwhile, somewhere in the back of her head, that it was only now that she'd actually met her parents. Only now that she actually knew who they were.

Gold supremacists. That's what they were usually called, though rarely when within earshot. Dragons so caught up in the power they wielded and the magnificent gleaming of their golden scales, that they started to lump all other draconic races into the catch-all header of 'lesser beings', alongside humans and all the rest. Natural leaders, creation's crown, mighty in strength and magic alike, supremely powerful... at least, in their own minds. How much of their wrath at the state she had been returned to them in was really due to love for their only daughter, and how much simply down to shame that she'd become a blemish on their Golden Pride? Perhaps not even they_knew the answer to that. Certainly, their virulent hatred of blacks - going beyond even the general, draconic attitude towards them - stemmed largely from the fact that they'd now learned firsthand that Blacks _were stronger than Golds... strong enough that a single specimen could best both of them together, even.

Realizing how much that defeat must have stung their Golden Pride, she thus understood perfectly why, after her father had finished emptying his bladder down her throat, they pulled back from her a few steps. "Ahem... I think we may have gotten a bit side-tracked, here." Her father declared. "Not that it wasn't good fun, of course, but I think we had another purpose in mind, didn't we my dear?" Her mother's voice was already starting to loose some of the throaty softness that visceral pleasure had brought it as she replied. "We did indeed... though I must admit, seeing a 'black' debase herself in such a fashion was satisfying in its own right. Alas, I fear that - being such a dirty little harlot - she actually _enjoyed_every second of it."

This much was certainly true, and she felt a dark, cold thrill run up her spine as she contemplated what was likely to happen next. Her new life was based around a simple trinity - raw, visceral pleasure, abject humiliation and debasement, and nerve-tearing agony. She enjoyed all three, but never more than when they were in balance. So far, she'd received more of the two former - with only the still-throbbing ache in her ass and the brief bout of clit-torture to provide the pain she so craved. Now, at last, that seemed likely to be rectified and then some. Just what kind of torture were her proud parents preparing to unleash on the fake 'black dragon' before them, considering that they clearly didn't intend to use the suit's built-in features?

That question began to be answered as she heard her father begin to chant another spell. Having by now seen a Black Dragon wield magic up close a few times, she could start to understand why they possessed such a tremendous edge over even golds - Blake could cast powerful spells with just an arcane word and a couple of sharp gestures, while the spell her father was now weaving took several seconds of complex incantation and cutting magical sigils into the air with his talons. All the same, she could hardly argue with the final results when, at the end, her father barked out "Chains of Light!"

She felt them wrap around her limbs - all six of them - and lift her off the ground. They felt like metallic chains, but were stronger than any steel - and even through her second skin, she could feel the heat they radiated. Her joints ached and a gasp was forced from her lungs as she was thrown against the wall by them, held fast, limbs splayed, belly exposed. More chains appeared, wrapping around her tail, around her neck, tightening painfully, holding both in place. Her father chuckled. "There... now that's a nice look for her, wouldn't you say my dear?" Her mother did not immediately reply, however - she was, by the sound of it, busy weaving a spell of her own.

"Avalanche!" She at last declared, which was a sort of answer in and of itself. Aurelia's breath whistled from her lungs as a boulder struck her belly with significant force. Neither her black suit nor her scales offered much protection from this kind of blunt impact - the force of the blow spread inwards through her tissue and organs even as the boulder itself fell to the ground with a clatter and faded from existence with a slight hiss. It was only the first of many, however, as the spell summoned a barrage of hard rocks from the Elemental Plane of Earth, sending them hurtling through the air with bruising force.

Her mother's aim gradually sharpened as the salvo continued. Fewer and fewer rocks hit her belly, chest, or thighs. More and more hit the center ring - her exposed, dripping-wet pussy, and the black-clad clit above it. It felt as if she was being repeatedly and brutally kicked in the groin by a giant's iron-toed boot - a simple, blunt agony that send waves of nausea rolling up through her body. Fortunately, controlling her nausea had been one of the first lessons she'd learned - throwing up in this position would have been _messy_to say the least, especially considering the current contents of her stomach.

She couldn't really have put words to the ways in which this torture differed from the directly-induced agony that the suit could inflict on command, but that difference was very real all the same. Perhaps it was the subconsciously-sensed fact that this was real pain, caused by real damage being inflicted on her body, rather than the somewhat 'artificial' pain that the suit could pump directly into her clit without genuinely harming her. Maybe it was the irregularity of it, with the blows being somewhat scattered around her groin and varying in intensity depending on the size and composition of the individual stones, preventing it from becoming the kind of constant tide of pain that might have lifted her into the blissful 'pain-place'. Either way, it hurt, and it triggered her body's protective instincts.

Disregarding any personal input she might have had, her limbs strained against the gleaming chains that bound them, seeking to pull themselves together into a defensive shield for her exposed underbelly. They had quite a bit of strength with which to do this, too - young though she was, she still had the power of a Gold Dragon hiding underneath her second skin, and the rough living she'd suffered through since running away from home had served to harden her further. She'd also noticed, on occasion, that whenever it wasn't actively restraining and tormenting her, her black suit - which was, after all, a living if mindless entity in its own right - added somewhat to both her strength and her stamina.

The chains creaked, and her father grunted - sensing the strain she was now placing on his spell. "Strong, for a green..." he commented casually. "I wonder if that suit is meant to enhance her strength in order to more closely imitate a black, too? Either way..." The chains tightened as he reinforced the spell, pulling harder. Power ultimately means little if you lack leverage, and hung up on the wall as she was, she had none - the only thing she could pull against was the chains themselves. For a moment, her straining muscles struggled against the Chains of Light - then the magical chains won, and a sickening pain rushed through her system. She could hear it, inside her head, though she doubted it would be audible to her parents. The sound of all of her four legs being pulled out of their sockets, dislocated. The chains were no longer pulling on bone, but only on flesh, sinew and scale. She could struggle no more - only hang like a sheet on a drying-pole as the blows continued to hail down on her.

By the time the spell ended, her soft and tender inner labia - exposed by the gape that her father had left behind - were bruised purple, and her breath was coming in gasps though her constricted, chain-entangled throat. She felt woozy, dizzy, and sick. Even when she had first encountered Blake - when his razor-sharp talons had broken her scales and drawn blood, caressing her entire body, scarring her for life - she had not felt this kind of pain. Permanent though the effects had been, the wounds had ultimately been fairly shallow, after all - his claws piercing no deeper than her hide. Now, though... not only did her limbs feel as if they would be torn clean off if the chains pulled any harder, dull pain radiating constantly from her shoulder and hip-sockets, but her entire abdomen had also been thoroughly tenderized. The blunt impacts hadn't simply bruised her labia - everything beyond them, all the way up to her womb, was sore and battered by the shockwaves that had spread through them every time a rock collided with her belly-plates.

"That was an impressively long barrage!" Her father complimented his mate. She giggled in response. "Indeed - and quite a sight to behold, wasn't it? Still, I can't take all the credit. This place really is rife with ambient magical energy, isn't it? I couldn't have maintained it for so long otherwise." She sounded a bit bemused, but it was clear that most of her attention was on the bruised and bloodied groin of her victim, enjoying the sight of her handiwork. "Ah, but I suppose that also means that I've monopolized our punching-bag for quite a while, dearie... by all means, take your turn!" She then declared, sounding mildly apologetic. Aurelia could only groan through her constricted throat, equal parts dreading what her father might now do to her already-battered body, and longing to find out.

"Hmm... I do feel an idea percolating in my mind, but it isn't quite there yet..." was his thoughtful answer. "Perhaps I will just play with these chains a bit more while I think. They certainly seem more powerful and flexible than usual - thanks to that ambient magic you mentioned, no doubt!" Her limbs were already entangled and spread-eagled, her tail and neck likewise chained - what more could he possible do with them? she wondered. The answer to that arrived swiftly as two more chains materialized around her upper and lower jaw as she continued to gasp for air, and wrenched them apart.

She could hear her mother laughing delightedly as she felt one more chain, thicker than the rest, slide across her tongue and down the back of her throat. "Oh, that is devious, love..." the high-pitched voice declared as the chain continued deeper and deeper. Down her gullet and into her stomach as she felt ever link of the chain, uncomfortably if not quite burningly hot. The unfamiliar pain only intensified as the chain continued to push on and on, into her small intestine, following its many curves around and around, straining and tormenting every inch of this virgin territory. Even when if emerged from there into her _large_intestine, she could still feel the links continue to flow tortuously through her entire body. There were no impenetrable scales to protect her from this - dragon though she might be, her insides were as soft and squishy as any other creature's.

Finally, after many twists and turns, the thick chain emerged from her still-gaping asshole - carrying with it a small deluge of thick dragon-cum - pulled her sphincter's upper edge sharply backwards, and wrapped itself firmly around the base of her tail. She was strung through, penetrated from mouth to anus, breath whistling in her throat as it passed through the chain-links. "Phew! Not a bad job, if I do say so myself..." her father declared proudly. "And I think I know how to cap all this off by now. Would you like to take over the chain-spell while I start putting my idea together, darling?" Her mother eagerly agreed. "Oh, certainly love - in fact, I know just how to put the finishing touch on this lovely display, now that you've blazed a trail for me..."

Twenty seconds of muttering, arcane chants later, the Chains of Light spell had been handed over from mate to mate - and while her father began to weave another, bigger and more complicated spell, her mother gleefully took over where he'd left off. A shiver ran through Aurelia's body as she felt another chain, thinner this time, wrap around her upper thigh. The area was quite sore as it was, between the joint within being dislocated and the occasional stray boulders that had hit it. That, however, was just the beginning - the chain grew from there into her nearby tailhole, teasing her worn-out sphincter as it rose up through her rectum, following its larger brother.

So it went, up and up through her body, squeezing itself into her already-packed intestines, pushing through the acidic soup in her stomach, and finally rising up through the back of her throat... where it bypassed her palate to instead continue up into her nasal passage, pushing past her sinuses, and emerging through one of her nostrils. She was still reeling from this experience when the chain immediately reversed course - diving into the neighboring hole, and continuing down from there. The chain was caressing the black-covered space between her nostrils even as it continued to torment her insides, doubling back on itself, and ultimately adding yet more strain to her insides, while also carrying a sickening stench up from the depths of her system and coating the insides of her nose with it.

Finally, the chain emerged back where it started - at her asshole - and wrapped itself around her other thigh. Then, the whole thing tightened - wracking her body with pain, and stretching her tailhole sideways in both directions. The thicker chain wrapped around the base of her tail tightened too, more and more agonizingly - until suddenly, she found herself floating freely in the air, no longer attached to the wall. She was dangling from that single chain, no doubt attached to the ceiling at the top, her entire body-weight resting on the curves of her intestines, the base of her tail, and the thin scales edging her sphincter. Her limbs briefly flopped around uselessly in the air, before the chains around them pulled taut again - now wrenching them painfully back against her flanks, straining sinew and muscle.

Then, the steely bonds that had bound her wings when she was originally pulled up against the wall tightened for a moment - and with a sharp jerk, pulled both of them out of their sockets as well, painfully dislocating them and leaving them flapping freely in the air as those two chains disappeared. Through the growing pain, Aurelia realized that what had happened to her legs hadn't been an accident - her mother, at the very least, knew exactly what the chains had done, and thus had taken steps to make sure that _all_of her limbs were crippled.

Thus, she hung - like some festive party-decoration, suspended from the ceiling, while the steadily-escalating pain fogged her mind. Her tail-hole was creaking under the stresses, pulled near triangular by the chains. The tension on the large chain added strain to the small_chains, ensuring that even the bridge of her nose could feel the pain. Her insides just felt like they were tearing apart. Perhaps they were. Her mother, meanwhile, was humming cheerfully as she walked around her dangling daughter, admiring the view. "Now_that is what a black dragon should look like..." she declared. "Helpless, and hung out to dry!"

The arcane chanting that had been proceeding in the background throughout finally came to an end, and her father's amused voice declared "Capital job, dear. I couldn't have done it better myself!" There was a pause, then, before her mother replied - sounding a touch insincere. "Ah... and I see you've conjured a very nice set of phallic columns out of the Elemental Plane of Earth in the meantime? I do like the angular design..." It was fairly clear that she was somewhat unimpressed, but her mate only chuckled. "Come now, my dear - as with so many other things, it's what's_inside_ that counts." Their daughter, anonymous inside the black suit, couldn't argue with this - and through the pain that filled her mind, she wondered just what she was in for.

Something that felt like a small stone dildo was pushed into her gaping, drooling, heavily-bruised pussy and rummaged around a bit. Well, small by her standards - at a guess, it was probably roughly the size of the tools most young Equus stallions were packing. As her mother had expressed, the stone was far from polished - feeling more like a natural rock-formation, complete with bumps and rough edges. Even so, it couldn't do much damage in her spacious pussy... but then again, even dazed as she was, she could figure out that it wouldn't stay there.

Sure enough, once it had been liberally coated with her lubricating juices, the dildo was withdrawn - and aimed a bit higher. Her well-trained urethra had been left untouched so far - save for the bruising impacts of the earlier rock-barrage - but now it was finally coming into play as the harsh dildo was pushed all the way inside, breaking through into her half-full bladder before it stopped. Moments later, a second, similarly-angular dildo was pushed up her pussy, followed by a third in her aching ass, where it slid noisily between the three chains, making the characteristic sound of metal against rock. With all three of her lower orifices straining under the girth of the rocky phalli, her abdomen felt dangerously full...

Her father was chanting a spell again - a simple one that she recognized from the magic-training she'd started before her first encounter with Blake caused her to lose all interest in spell-practice. Well, her father's version was clearly a bit more complex and a lot more powerful, but it was still just the same basic, kinetic spell that she'd once used to roll a pebble across the floor without touching it. In this case, rather than a pebble, it moved all three of the dildos - which began to pump in and out of her holes in a wave-like pattern. One would be bottoming out while another was all the way out, and the third in between. The rough edges clawed at her urethra, pussy and asshole - but as her mother had so carefully not said out loud, it wasn't really _that_bad.

Then, as another wave began, a sense of burning agony exploded through her ass... and then her pussy... and then her peehole. The dildos no longer felt like rough stone, but like molten magma. Her sensitive, internal tissues were sizzling in the heat as she was baked from the inside out! But only for a moment - the dildos were moving steadily in and out, and as they withdrew, the burning disappeared. Just as the hot pain withdrew from her urethra, however, a different kind entered her ass. A biting, razor-sharp sensation of icy coldness filled her as the three dildos pumped into her again, extruding a coldness that was no less painful than the heat - they were like lumps of glacial ice, no, colder than ice somehow!

In and out the dildos went, flipping between burning heat and agonizing iciness with every thrust. Even through the overwhelming sensation, though, she could still hear her mother's impressed whistle. "My, my... however did you accomplish that, dearie?" She asked lightly, and her father responded with pride. "Ah, just a bit of highly-complex spellwork... I put a spinning portal inside each of them, which alternately connects to the Elemental Plane of Fire and the Lightless Void. I figure that, with the two of them constantly canceling each other out, her sensitive parts won't wind up sufficiently damaged by either effect to lose sensitivity."

Her mother laughed, somewhere in the distance. She was feeling increasingly detached from her dangling, pain-wracked body. "You never cease to impress, dear! Actually, I think you just gave _me_a spark of inspiration..." More arcane chanting could be heard - followed by a rumbling like distant thunder, only with a strange sense that it wasn't very distant at all. Then a shock of tearing pain went up through her entire system, starting with her ass and terminating with her tongue, cramping all her muscles and leaving every inch inbetween aching and throbbing. "How's that?" Her mother taunted. "Since we're drawing on the Elemental Planes anyway, I figured we might as well get Air involved too. Those two miniature thunderclouds will gradually build up charge until it reaches a suitable threshold - then equalize, with a thunderbolt right down the big chain."

Her father laughed in delight. "A fine twist! Hah. That's the femme I fell in love with..." Sounds of kissing and giggling followed, and then a surprised exclamation. "Again? After going three rounds with the harlot?" Her mother demanded, sounding amused but not displeased. "I swear, you males are insatiable..." Her father just snickered and, from the sound of it, nuzzled her. "Come now, dear - I told you from the start that no matter how many other femmes I claimed, I'd always have time for you."

Blinded and helpless, hovering between an agony-wracked consciousness and the blissful oblivion of the pain-place, she heard her parents first giggle and then moan. They were having sex - her father mounting her mother, right in front of her, as they watched her continued torture as spicy entertainment for it. She could distantly hear the sloshing of their intertwined genitals, her mother's drawn-out, orgasmic moan, and her father's strangled groan when he reached his own climax. Then the panting as they rested together - his no-doubt softening cock still inside her, until, with a sigh, they parted. Then more slobbery noises followed, while her mother declared "Don't go getting excited all over again dear... mmmnnn... I'm simply doing my duty... shlurp... as your mate. Mmhhmm... you still taste like her a bit..."

As she listened to the sound of her mother cleaning her father's cock, apparently tasting traces of her own ass on it as well despite her own, thorough, clean-up job earlier, she floated further and further away. The pain was assailing her in constant waves, varying too much to actually let her get used to it. Burning, then ice, then burning, then ice, then burning, then an agonizing shock traversing her entire body, making her jump and tremble like a landed fish. She could barely even work up the energy to care when she heard her parents pick themselves up and walk towards the door.

"Well,I'm certainly feeling nice and refreshed..." Her father declared as the door creaked open. Her mother echoed the sentiment, then carried on with a suggestion. "Let's just leave the spells running, hmm? With all the ambient magic, they might be able to carry on for, what, a handful of hours? When they expire, she can amuse herself by dragging her way out into the hallway in search for help." Her father had no objections to that, and moments later, the dragon-sized door slammed shut behind them - leaving her alone in the small room, with the thick scent of sex and the mind-drowning, soul-tearing agony.

Keltinor would be the first to admit that he didn't 'get out' much. Truth be told, the fact that he could 'get out' without needing to disguise himself or fear discovery was still something of a novelty, both for him and the other residents of the Utopia. The startled reactions he persistently got from the humans he encountered did little to encourage him to 'get out more'. Besides, he had a nice, cozy room, with a laboratory where he could conduct his magical and alchemical experiments - and Heaina to keep him company and run errands for him as needed. Why go out when you had everything you needed at home? Besides, he could argue that his frequent trips up to the Great Library and occasional meetings with other alchemists to talk shop technically counted as 'going out'.

Tiffany, however, hadn't been receptive to that logic when she had last come by for a visit and a quick fuck. "You're finally living somewhere you don't have to hide - don't waste it!" She'd prodded. "Besides, people are never going to get used to seeing you if they don't, you know, see you sometimes." On top of these rather imposing arguments, she even had a suggestion for something he could do while 'getting out' - by telling him about what had become of the complex, alchemical creation he'd crafted for Lord Blake a few months ago.

Indeed, it was only his lack of 'getting out' that had prevented him from hearing the rumors - but Tiffany was, as ever, solidly hooked up to the Utopia's grapevine. And there were lots of talk there about 'the slut' - a green dragoness clad in an inky black 'second skin' that put her entirely at the mercy of anyone who so much as called out to her. Ever accessible, entirely without limits, absorbing torture, rape and humiliation with equal eagerness and gratitude. Intriguing, to be sure. And he couldn't deny a certain eagerness to see the final result of his labors in action!

Thus, clopping along leisurely with Heaina walking demurely by his side, he'd set out from his lab to look up 'the slut' and sample her goods for himself. Or perhaps he might come across her busily servicing some other passers by, and get some inspiration for further 'games' he could play with his ever-obedient equine cocksleeve? That might be fun, too. The blonde mare cut a pretty picture beside him, he thought, with her new adornments so elegantly on display.

Heaina had been a dedicated follower of the latest fashions prior to entering Keltinor's employment, and while she was now happy to wear whatever he told her to wear - however much or little there happened to be of it - he didn't object to her looking suitably decorative by his side. And the latest fashion among the Equus mares_was_ pretty fetching - a type of two-piece sarong modified from a traditional Ganarãjyan garb, growing in popularity due to the increasing interaction between the Equus and the Rakshasa... or, more precisely, the Rakshasi. Most of the tiger-people were fairly traditional in terms of gender-roles, meaning that it was largely the fathers and sons that were out in the field, working as spies and agents for the dragons, while their wives, daughters and sisters remained safe in the Utopia, with plenty of time to get to know the neighbors.

Mind, Heaina's sarong was cut a lot more daringly than most. The strip of colorful cloth meant to cover her bountiful chest only managed to cover the upper half of it, leaving an eye-catching amount of underboob... and making the rings that now pierced her nipples - large, thick, and being solid gold, heavy- easily visible. She'd been delighted with the dress, of course - and, for that matter, with the rings. In fact, she'd so enjoyed having them put in that he was already contemplating what_other_ parts of her pliable body he might want to similarly decorate.

Still, while it wasn't so bad to be walking the hallways of the castle with her by his side, they did have a supposed goal - and that was proving strangely elusive. The Slut had no permanent address, of course - living a vagrant's life, sleeping in corners and public spaces. But conversely, she was highly visible, so it wasn't usually hard to find her - people tended to notice her in passing, even if they weren't inclined to make use of her at the moment. Once Keltinor started to ask around, however, it became clear that no-one had seen her in a while - the most recent account he'd heard was from some brown miners, who recalled encountering and using her three days earlier.

Those he'd asked hadn't seemed too mystified by her absence, though - with most suggesting that, after being perpetually available for months now, she'd just needed a solid rest, and found some hidden nook or cranny to hide in while she recovered. That did seem fairly realistic, Keltinor had to admit... but at the same time, he'd decided to leave his lab for this, and he'd already trotted through half of the castle looking for her, so he'd be damned if he went home empty-hoofed. Besides, he had a bit of an advantage that the others didn't. Her suit, her second skin, was _his_creation...

His magic had gone into it, along with his alchemical skills. Complicated magic, intricate beyond his understanding - but doable since he was just following the instructions in a book. That gave him a link to the semi-living suit, allowing him to home in on it just by recalling the spells he'd used and the focusing on the sensation in his magically-sensitive horns. Thus, he found himself guiding Heaina into a little-used corner of the castle, just beyond the human quarters - and to a huge door marked as a storage-room. Pausing before it, he almost kept walking. A disused warehouse like this would be a good place to lay low for a while, sure enough, and if the dragon inside his suit really was that exhausted after months of freely servicing the Utopia's varied population, interrupting her rest seemed rather gauche.

Then his nostrils flared, and a shiver ran down his spine. The scents wafting from underneath the door were... disturbing. Female juices, sweat, blood, urine, excrement... not the scent of a peaceful sanctuary, but of a prison-cell or a rape-den. Filled with a sudden sense of urgency he bunched his powerful, equine muscles and barged through the flimsy wooden barrier which had, after all, been intended primarily for cosmetic purposes rather than any kind of security.

The bicorn found himself in a dimly-lit storeroom, almost empty of the supplies it had once held - containing, indeed, only one notable thing save for himself. A female dragon, suspended from the ceiling, wrapped in glowing chains that were restraining all of her limbs at unnatural angles. It took him a moment to even recognize what she was hanging from - a thicker chain was fastened to the ceiling, but rather than bind her waist or even neck, it simply disappeared into her open maw. Only when he looked down and saw a similarly-thick chain emerge from her gaping asshole and then encircle the base of her tail did he fully comprehend just how she'd been hung up.

Three rocky dildos were pumping steadily and rapidly into her nether orifices, glowing a fiery red one moment and icy white the next, clearly motivated by some kind of kinetic spell. Beneath them, a puddle of bloody piss and bloodier diarrhea had formed, the source of most of what he'd smelled from the other side of the door. There were also a pair of vaguely visible, gray-white clouds hovering near her tail and right above her mouth - and as he watched, stunned by the sight, visible sparks gathered within both of them before finally leaping to the thick chain in a blue-white flash of pure electricity. The dangling, jet-black body trembled at this impact, and a low, strangled gurgle could be heard from the open jaws.

Almost reverently, he stepped closer. It was terrible, of course... somehow, he had no doubt that she had been hanging like that for the majority of the three days she'd been missing. She'd likely gotten no sleep and definitely gotten no water in all that time. If he hadn't found her, she might have stayed there until she died from her deprivations. He needed to get her down from there, get her some help... but damn, it was a beautiful sight. Tormented, broken, helpless, exhausted, she hung there like a living decoration, effectively suspended by her own innards. Other than the blindfold, which he could see was engaged, whoever had done it had ignored all the restraining and torturing features of her black skin, just to show off their ability to subdue and torment her with their own magic.

The sadistic, blood-thirsty Bicorn Alpha within him - a creature he took care to keep bridled and on a short leash - found the sight fetching, inspiring... arousing. His twin cocks were already hardening and emerging from his sheaths when Heaina nervously followed him into the room and gasped at the sight. He could tell, just from the sound, that her reaction also straddled the fine line between shock and arousal. Nonetheless, it snapped him out of his trance, and he shook his head with some determination. He couldn't help being horny, but he could ignore it and get on with what needed doing.

Focusing his distracted mind on the task at hand, he let his eyes dart up and down the dangling figure, taking in the spells that bound and tormented her as well as the likely state of the dragon inside the black suit. "Don't just stand there and stare..." he barked at Heaina, making her jump. "Go get help! Head up the passage towards the draconic quarter and stop the first dragon you see. Tell them there's a dragon in need of assistance, and that we need... hmm... a hot meal, a barrel of water, and a barrel of high-quality healing-potion. That's probably all we can do for her, really."

She took off like an arrow off an eleven bow, hooves resounding on the corridor's hard floor. Meanwhile, he spent a moment to consider the best order of things, and then went to work. The first step was, unfortunately, obvious. With a wince and a grimace, he began the unpleasant process of switching to his primary human form - that of a muscular, red-haired man. Considering that this would leave him naked, he'd have to switch back as soon as he was done, preferably before Heaina returned with help, but it couldn't be helped - dexterous human fingers and the magic they enabled him to cast were just too damn useful. Perhaps it was silly worrying about nudity in his human form but not his true, equine one... but old habits died hard, and he'd spent enough years hiding himself in human cities for those habits to be quite ingrained.

Once this was done, his altered muscles still quivering with lingering aches, he got started. The first step was to dispel the endlessly reciprocating dildos, and the two tiny thunderclouds - they'd all been pulled into the material plane from various Elemental Planes, so as soon as the connection was severed by a quick burst of disrupting magic from his swiftly-moving fingers, they simply faded into nothingness. Then, almost as an afterthought, he weaved a quick, simple cleaning-spell, causing the reeking puddle beneath the dangling dragon to disappear into a temporary hole with a disgusting, gurgling sound - just like the magical sewer-system of the Utopia as a whole, this spell would see the waste disposed of in the Elemental Plane of Earth, where it would soon be transformed into mulch. Once this was done and the hole closed, there was nothing for it but to dispel the magical chains as well - leaving the dragon to tumble bonelessly to the ground, groaning hoarsely. Small though she was by draconic standards, she was still several times the size of his human form, and indeed probably out massed even his true form two or three times over. He knew there were spells that could have arrested her fall with a pillow of air or whatnot, but he'd never gotten around to learning any - still, at least she wasn't landing in a pool of her own excrement.

Stepping in closer, he inspected her carefully. Considering the suit that covered every inch of her body, there wasn't much to see, as such, but since he'd made that suit, he had a bit of an advantage in that regard. The suit, after all, was designed to not only turn the wearer into an absolutely helpless submissive, but also to keep the wearer safe and alive. Stretching forth a hand, he reached out to the suit through the magical connection, chanting a couple of command-words that hadn't been made general knowledge like the rest. In response, the semi-living suit fed him a full diagnostic in a single, telepathic burst.

Six dislocated limbs. Extensive but ultimately shallow internal bleeding and abrasions. Significant muscle-strain. Frostbite and burns across all three orifices, neither severe due to mostly canceling each other out. Spotty electric burns throughout the entire digestive system. Some external and internal bruising around the groin-region. Moderate hunger, severe exhaustion and sleep-deprivation, and a level of dehydration that was fast approaching the life-threatening. That, fortunately, was the only truly dangerous facet - as long as she got something to drink soon, she'd live. Most other creatures would have been in far more dire straits after such lengthy and ruthless torture, but dragons were incredibly tough - hence, a sufficiently huge dose of healing-potion should see her well on the way to a speedy recovery.

Apparently sensing his proximity despite the blindfold, she stirred - her head waving as it was hesitantly lifted from the ground, turning towards the presence she sensed. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she worked her jaw - not surprising, since it had been held immobile for several days. Finally, her voice emerged - a dry, cracked whisper. "Please... use me..." she called, making Keltinor's currently human cock rise from his loins, hardening into eager readiness. "Probably not a good idea... you're in a bit of a state..." he nonetheless managed to sarcastically reply.

The raised head wavered for a moment more, then dropped back to the ground. "Oh..." she whispered, sounding dejected. "Did I look... a hideous mess?" Blinking at this reaction, Keltinor couldn't help but automatically answer with honesty. "Not at all. In fact, you were a beautiful, awe-inspiring sight, hung up like that! It's just that you're rather badly hurt right now, and in need of healing and rest." The head rose hopefully again, still unsteady. "Doesn't matter..." she whispered. "I exist to be used. My purpose is to be used. Please... give me purpose..."

His cock jumped again at this heartfelt, if exhausted, plea - and his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the sight of her tail slowly, shakily, rising from the ground in order to give him a view of her widely-gaping holes. Her pussy, covered in deep, purple, day-old bruises. Her tailhole, still triangular in shape, the delicate scales along the edge likely cracked and deformed underneath the concealing suit considering the strain they'd been under. Her peehole, gaping, dripping blood-red urine. Licking his lips, he felt his mind shift gears as the eager Alpha rose to the surface. Almost before he'd realized it was happening, he had shifted back to his true, bi-cocked, quadrupedal form - a process that, for him, was as natural as taking a deep breath after holding it for a while. "If you insist..." he heard himself say. "Perhaps it'll give you something else to focus on while your limbs are pulled back into place."

The suit could actually do that all by itself, once he'd triggered the right enchantments. Between its ability to directly manipulate her muscles, and its own, external strength, it could conceivably pull her limbs out of their sockets if ordered to. And, conversely, pull them back. Said process would, of course, be excruciatingly painful - but it needed to be done before she consumed the healing-potion. If a bit of dicking could help her endure that and, at the same time, ensure that he wasn't sporting a pair of very visible hard-ons when help arrived... well, no harm, right?

Thus, as she'd so piteously begged him to, he used her. As she lay helpless on the ground before him, twitching as the black suit took direct control over her strained muscles and began the torturous task of pulling her limbs back into place, he mounted her and thrust his two thick, barb-crowned cocks into her worn-out and burn-damaged pussy and ass. His bicorn blood took the bit between its teeth, fucking her brutally, hard and merciless, even subconsciously growing his cocks large enough to properly fill both of the dragon-sized holes. The bony barbs that lined his cockheads drew blood from the battered insides of two orifices that had already been tortured, non-stop, for three days. And throughout, she thanked him, whispering her gratitude through a dry and cracked throat, pleading with him to continue, to use her more, to make her existence meaningful. The cracking sound of her joints being realigned did not seem to touch her at all.

By the time Heaina returned with two barrel-carrying dragons in tow - delayed somewhat by the need to obtain a suitable amount of healing-potion - Keltinor had managed to satisfy his needs enough that his cocks had obediently deflated back into their sheaths, freshly-cleaned by a jerky but still competent tongue. He also knew that his most complex creation to date had gone to someone who would do it credit - and had found a new resolve to 'get out more', just so that he could look in on her on occasion. Finally, as his eyes fell on his dear little cocksleeve, eagerly returning to his side, he also had gotten a few new ideas about how to test her limits...

And Aurelia? She had a new life, a new name, and a new purpose. Meeting her parents again had only served to reinforce all three. She was the Utopia's no-limits Slut, available for anyone, at any time, ready to do anything. Not even pain, pleasure, or humiliation truly held any meaning to her any more - they were merely pleasant side-effects of her purpose. She only wished to be used. To be useful. Every load in her belly, every cock in her nostril, every bladderfull of piss running across her tongue was confirmation of her existence.

She was used, therefore she was.

The End