Fates of the Unicorns 19 - Cows
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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 19 - Cows
SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters.
Dana watched as poor Telly paced back and forth, the unicorn girl letting out a whimper as she stopped to hop on her hooves and groan in frustration and need. It had been a day now since Telly had displeased her Master and he had punished her by denying her permission to use what passed for the lavatory in their prison. Dana wished for the thousandth time there was something she could do to help, but like the rest of the dragon's slaves, they had to follow his orders, no matter how terrible. Time and time again he showed that his punishments were always worse than obeying.
Standing between Telly and the chamberpots was the cat guard Nella. She had her arms crossed under her naked furry breasts and was tsk-tsking at Telly. "Careful now, don't go wetting yourself... it would be such a pity to stain those night white thighs of yours all yellow. On the other hand, wouldn't it feel so good to just let it all out right now? End your suffering."
Telly let out a sob, "Please... PLEASE let me go... I have to go so BAD. Isn't it time yet?"
"I think it is" said Ralean, a leopardess who had been watching the sun with a squint.
Nella let out a soft snarl and said, "Who put you in charge" before snapping her mouth shut in sudden anger.
Ralean looked pleased at the outburst and said, "Why, our Master did. Do you have a problem with his decision?"
Nella did have a problem with it. She had been in charge of new slaves before this batch of unicorns arrived, and with it Ralean who was given HER rightful place. She of course would NEVER complain to her Master about the unfairness of it. He must have his reasons. Even if it was a mistake, she would never dare to correct him. "You're too lenient with them, Ralean" she finally said.
Ralean shrugged, "If I am, then our Master will certainly correct me. Now.. come here Telly.. and don't make a mess."
Telly was already on her way and she crouched down and let out a loud ahhh of relief as she began to piss into the chamberpot. Normally she was self-conscious about using the bathroom. There was no privacy, and even though most of the unicorns looked away when someone was using them, many of the guards watched and made rude comments. Now it didn't matter. It felt like she had been holding it for years and that she was going to flood the whole cave. She looked down and saw with alarm that the pot was filling up. She had chosen one that was nearly full to begin with. She groaned and struggled to stop, finally managing to hobble over to the other and continue to empty her bladder.
Dana watched out of the corner of her eye and smile with relief. She had been worried the poor girl was going to wet herself, but now it was all over. And none to soon. She and many others had stayed up comforting and distracting Telly to get her through last night and today. She was tired and wanted to get some rest.
"Finally... I was going to start screaming if I had to hear her whining any longer" said a voice from nearby.
Dana turned and stomped a hoof, "Thats a terrible thing to say. It wasn't her fault."
"Sure it was" said the unicorn who had spoken up.
Dana snorted, "It was not her fault!" She took a step up to glare into the mares face. Then Tamira was there with a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back. Dana said, "She didn't do anything wrong.. she was just the last one of us to kneel. If she had been faster it might have been YOU doing the whining."
The mare blinked and then nodded, "Sorry. You're right. Guess I'm just grumpy. I slept on my chest wrong or something.. it hurts."
Dana paused, "So does mine." She remembered other comments since yesterday complaining about aches in their chests. No.. their breasts. She looked down at hers, several other mares beginning to do the same.
Tamira let out a soft cough. She always tried not to stare, but being attracted to mares she was always sneaking a glace here and there and today she could swear that they were... bigger? Certainly the nipples were looking more swollen than usually. She thought it was just the temperature, but now she wasn't so sure. She looked down at her own, and gave each an experimental weighing in her hand. She was quite familiar with fondling herself. She knew how her breasts felt as she cupped them, and there was no denying it. They were bigger now. She leaned closer to Dana and said, "Umm... have you noticed, well, we all seem to be growing."
Dana said, "Growing? What do you mean... oh!" She looked at herself and said, "I think you're right. How the hell did I not notice?"
By now the rest of the unicorns, including Telly had gathered around and were examining themselves, and glancing about at each other. Sabeth was gingerly feeling hers, the nipples pierced by the heavy medallions of her House. Several mares were muttering and talking when one said, "Well if we still wore clothes I bet we would have noticed any changes right away." Another said, "They only started to hurt yesterday.. I don't think this has been going on very long."
Tamira said, "After he made us eat those seeds."
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By the next day any doubt had been put to rest. Dana's breasts were noticeably bigger now, and the discomfort was much greater. Not only was there a dull ache, but a feeling of pressure was building. Her nipples were extra sensitive too. A stray wind current would stiffen them and a touch sent not entirely unpleasant sensations running up and down her spine.
As always, their Masters entrance was unannounced until the doors were swinging open and he was striding in. Strutting, really.. as he always looked especially pleased as he took in the remaining unicorn slaves.
Dana now moved quickly to the back of the cave with the rest of the mares in a quiet rush to form a line and kneel down before their Master. She had no desire to please him or show respect. She obeyed out of fear of what he would do to her if she refused. And obeyed quickly in case he decided to pick the last to kneel for extra punishment as he often did.
Rahmor licked his lips as he moved to one end of the line and began to examine the first of his property. He let out a hiss of pleasure at the moan as he grabbed both breasts in his hands, feeling them and giving them light squeezes. The mare was looking away from him, her face flushed, the redness showing through the thin spots of hair on her equine face. He fingered both nipples and watched her stiffen and draw in a breath. He was delighted at the reaction. The seeds were performing just as he had hoped. He moved down the lines, examining each set of breasts for any problems, enjoying the heft of them. They were all about once size larger now, he thought. Oh, he was going to be a very popular dragon once word got out of this development. It was nowhere near as useful as the anti-insectoid serum that his plant-swallowed slave was now producing as fast as her body could be forced to, but it would be very profitable. The serum was for the war effort. He would charge only what was needed to produce it. The seeds however... THOSE will fetch a very good price.
He walked back up the line of slaves and grabbed the one that had been the last to kneel and hauled her to her feet by her horn. He felt his cock-head rub against the inside of his kilt as the mare let out a squeal of fright. He would never grow tired of that sound. She was like a puppet in his hand as he pulled her out of the line and turned her around to face the line of slaves, locking her wrist cuffs behind her back. Her head only came up to his armpit and he now cradled her head in it, one hand clamped over her nose and mouth to keep her quiet. Wild, terrified eyes looked up at him, and then quickly away as he glanced at her.
"My guards tell me you have noticed your new enhancements and wonder if the seeds are the cause. They are. You are my test subjects, and I am happy to say your development has pleased me greatly." As he spoke he cupped a breast and held it as an example. "Your bodies now believe you are pregnant."
The mares all gasped and shifted on their knees at the words, exchanging worried glances, and even a few hushed words.
"Quiet!" growled Rahmor and was pleased when they all quickly quieted and trembled. "You are not pregnant, but your bodies are acting as if you are. Your breasts are larger because they are producing milk. Also, you will no longer have periods. If you do, you are to tell a guard immediately. You will also tell one if you feel any sickness or side effects. Not that I expect any." He held out a hand, and Nella placed a glass bottle in his taloned hand. He held it by the neck and wrapped his tail around it, bending his subject over halfway and holding the bottle's mouth up to her nipple.
"From now on, you will need to be milked daily. This will both relieve the pressure you undoubtedly are feeling, and encourage your breasts to produce more. I'm sure you all understand how this works..." he said. With his hand he clamped down on a the breast and squeezed hard, fingers pinching the nipple. A squirt of white milk sprayed into the bottle as the mare moaned into his hand and squirmed. He squeezed again, milking the tit until it only dribbled, then moved to the other until it too was milked dry, the bottle a quarter full. He looked over his kneeling slaves with pleasure, seeing the shocked and disgusted looks on many of their faces. He licked a fang in anticipation. They were going to continue to be dismayed when he explained what would be required of them. He handed the bottle back to Nella before pulling up his kilt and shoving the mare back down to her knees, his hand once more on her horn and guiding her muzzle to his jutting erection.
Kindem had been too scared to resist as she had been held, and even milked. Her tits hurt horribly, but she forgot all about them as the dragons cock loomed in her vision and was suddenly pressing to her lips. She struggled now, trying to pull her mouth away in disgust, lips closed tightly as she scrunched her face up in disgust. She wasn't a virgin or a prude, she liked boys, but not in her mouth! She never let her boyfriends do that to her, and now a nasty, ugly dragon was trying!
Rahmor watched the mare struggle against his cock-head, clearly finding him repulsive. He grinned down at her and decided that by the end of the day, she will be drinking cum like a whore. "Nella.. make this bitch perform."
Nella purred loudly and crouched down, grabbing the mares horn with one hand, her other hand cupping the mares chin. She squeezed with her fingers to force the mares mouth open and shoved her head down, the unicorn's lips sliding down the dragons shaft. She watched her struggle and cough and pushed harder, imagining her Masters cock as it plunged into the soft throat of the struggling unicorn. She let out a moan, wanting to touch herself.. but instead concentrated on pleasing her Master, forcing the mare to bob her head up and down. She cried out in sudden delight as a tail tip slid between her legs and her purring grew even louder.
Kindem couldn't even cry out with the dragons cock shoved down her throat. She shut her eyes tightly, squeezing out tears as she was forced to take the dragons enormous cock. It only just fit and the taste was terrible. Alien and so musky, not just a cock in her mouth but a dragons! It was so gross, so humiliating and she couldn't do anything to stop him.
Rahmor took a moment to close his eyes and enjoy the sensations of the struggling mare on his cock before opening them once more. "Guards, hand out the bottles."
Two of the guards held an armful of bottles and began to pass them out to the kneeling mares, but only to every other one. When finished they retreated to take their positions at the door.
"Now... each of you pair up. You will each milk you partner. You are NOT to milk yourself, unless you want punished. I'll be watching, slaves... and I'll be noting who finishes first, and who finishes last. Start.. now." He twitched his tail tip in the his feline guards sex, loving how much she enjoyed pleasing him. She was a bit too cruel and hot-headed to be on her own, but he was quite pleased with how she had turned out. He petter her head as he enjoyed the deep throating and relaxed to watch the show.
Tamira gulped as she held the bottle, shifting on her knees to face her partner. Dana. Maybe keeping close to her during their Master's visits wasn't always such a great idea.
Dana winced as she looked at the bottle, then up at Tamira, "Go ahead... it's not like we have any choice" she said and steeled herself for what was to come, leaning forward.
Tamira nodded unhappily, chewing nervously on her lip as she reached out to take Dana's left breast into her hand. It felt as wonderful as she had imagined, but she wished the circumstances were better. She willed herself to focus on the job at hand... putting on a blank expression and willing herself not to get aroused. She wasn't going to be as obvious as a male if she got turned on, but being naked meant it was hard to hide any wetness. She held the bottle up, shifting her grip on Dana's breast and squeezed, watching a small squirt of milk splash against the bottom. She said, "Sorry" as she saw Dana wince, and then continued.. squeezing as lightly as she could.
Dana squirmed and shifted uncomfortably. Being milked made her feel less like a unicorn and more like some farm animal. She shuddered at the thought of being put on all fours in a stall. He would do that to them if he thought of it. Or maybe he already had. She pushed the image of her kind muzzled and on all fours in some barn out of her mind. She tried not to look at Tamira as her breast was squeezed and worked. This couldn't be comfortable for her either. She let out a groan as her tit was squeezed and emptied into the bottle, one squirt at a time.
Tamira said, "Sorry" again as Dana groaned, and tried to squeeze more lightly.
Dana shook her head, "Harder... get it over with."
Tamira blushed and squeezed firmly. She had been trying to go easy on her, not stretch it out, wasn't she? She bit her lip again and worked the tit until it only leaked when she squeezed it, and moved to the other. It went quicker this time as she worked it firmly, and had a better idea how and where to squeeze. Finally it too was drained and she set the bottle down on the floor between the two of them.
Dana rubbed her breasts. They hurt, but the pressure she had felt before was gone and they oddly felt better. She sighed and picked up the bottle, then awkwardly groped at Tamira's breast. It was smaller than hers and her hand fit around it nicely. "Tell me if I am too rough..." she said and started to squeeze and knead, watching the milk mix with hers in the bottle.
Tamira suppressed a groan of pleasure and closed her eyes, trying to picture the dragon doing this to her, not a sexy unicorn mare. Not her friend, no, she wasn't going to get aroused by this. Picture that dragon here, his scaly hands working her breasts, molesting them. Anger, not arousal. Anger at how he used her so roughly. Anger at how easily he forced her to bed him. How useless it was to struggle against his strength. How powerful and strong he was. So dominant. Making her submit.
Tamira opened her eyes and pulled back, horrified as she realised she almost felt.. attraction? Admiration? Submission? No!
Dana almost dropped the bottle and said, "Oh.. did I hurt you?"
Tamira swallowed and forced herself to focus. "No.. no... just.. upset at.. you know who. Go on... finish."
Dana nodded understandingly. She had her own disturbing thoughts. She worked at Tamira's other breast until it was out of milk as well and set the bottle down, not knowing what to do with it. She glanced up and saw an odd expression on her friends face, then took a look around her. Others had finished first, but half the couples were still working. One of them was Sabeth. Her nipple medallions were making clinking noises against the glass bottles and she was swearing and nearly in tears from the rough treatment of her sore nipples. Dana winced and put her hands over her breasts, shuddering at the idea of being decorated like Sabeth was.
Both unicorns turned as Rahmor spoke once again.
"Collect the bottles" he ordered to a guard who promptly obeyed, carrying a box and sliding each bottle into a slot. Once finished she knelt and presented it to him. Rahmor selected one and lifted it up to examine. Half full. He put the rum to his lips and flicked his tongue in to taste, ahhing in satisfaction. "Yes.. how wonderful. Not as good as a nice unicorn stake of course, but it will make a nice addition to many meals and recipes. You will milk each other every morning, cows."
Shudders ran through the line of mares at the mention of unicorn steaks. They could all imagine what that meant, and a few moans and whimpers at the mere thought of it could be heard over the nervous shifting of the herd. Being called cows was a new insult, and one that struck deep with their tits still aching from being milked.
Rahmor looked down at the mare still suffering on his cock, then grabbed her horn in both hands and pulled her off him. The mare coughed and sputtered, her lips dripping in drool and precum. He gave her a series of quick smacks and shoved her down to sit on her hooves. "Nella.. finish your Master."
Nella moaned in pleasure and shoved the mare aside to kneel before her dragon Master. She took the base of his cock in one hand, and held and massaged his balls in the other as she opened her mouth wide and plunged it down over his cock. She gulped hard, swallowing and taking nearly half the length into her throat before she reached her limit. Her hand began to pump the shaft, moving firmly like she knew he liked it. And she began a deep purring, vibrating his cock in her throat, swallowing around it. It did not take long, as he was close to start with and she felt his hand on the back of her head gripping tightly. It felt so good, her Master holding her as she served them, and she purred even louder as she felt him climax, his cock thickly throbbing and the hot cum spurting down her willing and eager throat.
Rahmor shuddered and swayed, his hand holding the kitty's head, talons digging in roughly at the back of her neck, balls throbbing in her hand. He groaned and swam in the orgasmic pleasure until it receded, leaving him panting in satisfaction. He pulled her off his cock and let her go, allowing her to kiss and lick him, cleaning hum up before sitting back and licking her lips, looking up at him with devotion and adoration. He pet her and smiled, "Good kitty."
Nella purred louder than ever, feeling like a little kitten with such a magnificent and dominant dragon lording over her.
"Take the milk to the kitchen" Rahmor ordered, and turned his attention to the mare still kneeling next to him. "You will come with me..." he said, wrapping his tail around her neck above the collar and yanking her down to all fours to pull along behind him. He yanked the mare behind him, forcing her to scramble to keep up, and dragging her if she didn't.
The heavy doors closed and the mares slumped or stood, muttering and whimpering. "Every day?" said one. "I am NOT a cow..." said Sabeth in a hard voice. She spit and shuddered. Being called a horse was bad enough, but a COW? That was beyond insulting.
Dana shook her head in dismay, unsure hoe much more of this she could take. Every day brought new humiliations, new tortures. She tried to imagine what they would become after months.. years of this treatment. Would any of them have the will to fight or resist after that long? Or would they all be broken, obedient slaves. She thought of Nella who clearly loved that dragon. Would they become so beaten that they would start to worship him as well? She shuddered and started to cry.
Tamira held Dana in a tight hug, "Shhhh... it's ok. He's gone."
Dana sniffed and wanted to say no, he isn't. He will never be gone, they will never be free of him. "What's going to happen to us?" she said in a frightened voice. "I'm afraid.. afraid he is going to crush us. Like some of the slaves we saw on our way here... all dull eyed and mindless obedience. And anyone who resists will get fed to that horrible plant."
Tamira shook her head, "I won't let either of those things happen, Dana."
Dana said, "You can't stop him. Look at us.. all lining up to kneel when he comes, doing such.. humiliating things at his orders. We fought in our chains when they first had us. Tried to escape. Now look at us... we are half way to broken. Just like he wants us... mindless, stupid cattle."
Tamira shook Dana and said, "Stop it. Listen to me. As long as we are alive there is hope. And I was in the army, I know what mindless drilling looks like and this isn't it. He wants us obedient, definitely. But mindless? I don't think so. Be strong for me, Dana... please?"
Dana looked up at the warrior and sniffed again, not agreeing, but not disagreeing either. She leaned into Tamira and closed her eyes, comforted in being held by the strong mare.
Tamira wiped a tear of her own away as she she held her poor friend. She hoped what she said was true, because she knew that Dana was right. If he wanted, that dragon could utterly snuff out their wills and spirit. He had wanted her for more though.. to be one of his guards, to fight for him. So he didn't want mindless things, he wanted them.. what.. useful? Was that the word? A broken slave, completely broken, not simply having their resistance hammered down, that wasn't much fun to this dragon. He said he had plans for them, and she believed him. Some might indeed become mindlessly obedient.. but she was sure he didn't mean that for all of them, or even most. She wished she could talk with him as an equal, to know what he really had in store for them. To know if she could trust him. Dragons were known to be truthful, or at least to not directly lie. They could lie of course, but they found it distasteful and unpleasant. Dishonorable. She sighed and thought again about his offer. Could she maybe influence him? No... it would be a mistake to try that. If she learned one thing here is was that dragons took their control and dominance very seriously. Any attempt to manipulate one would certainly raise their hackles, or scales. If she were to have a chance to make things better for any of them, it would have to be done openly. She winced and shook her head again. She didn't know what he would do if she started making suggestions on how he treat his property, but she was pretty sure he wouldn't just consider it thoughtfully and pat her on the head for suggesting it.
Tamira wondered how Maegan was doing, and if she would ever see her again. She went off willingly with him. Was she desperate to avoid whatever fate awaited the rest of them, or did she truly think she would be happy being a slave? Tamira was no stranger to dominance games in bed. Anyone who joined the army had to enjoy getting physical now and then, but what Maegan did before was just playing, and Rahmor was anything but playful. She hoped Maegan knew what she was doing, and then reluctantly thought back to when she was milking Dana and her unwanted feelings. She was attracted to Dana for her body, sure. She was one of the hottest mares here, and that was saying a lot as they were all beautiful. But she liked her as a friend, and wanted to protect her. Keep her safe. Did she love her? Maybe a little... but Dana didn't hint at any feelings in return, and didn't seem to be bisexual, let alone wanting a lesbian lover. Which brought her back to Rahmor. She had never been taken by a male before, and the experience was as bad, no, worse than she had guessed it would be. She never felt in the least bit attracted to stallions. They were stronger on average than mares, sure. But they took their bodies for granted and just expected females to bend over for them. Perhaps that was what made her confused about Rahmor. He just expected her to bend over for him... but he was capable, and willing to MAKE her do so. She knew she intimidated many males because of her size. Was that why she avoided them? She expected them to take charge, but they rarely did. Mares on the other hand were small and weak and it just felt natural to care for them. She had never met a male she couldn't handle with ease. Until this dragon bought and collared her. She swallowed. No. She was willing to admit maybe that was part of why she liked mares instead of stallions, but the biggest part was, well, they were hot! She let out a giggle as her thoughts turned to more pleasant things than dragons and stallions and whatever the future would hold.
Dana murred and looked up, "Something funny? Tell me.. I could use a good joke."
Tamira blushed brightly and shook her head, "Uhh.. nothing really.. but... let me think, I bet I heard a few in the army that might be new to you."
Dana grinned and listened...