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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 43 - Fallen Heroes

_ 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_.

Devalyn slowly work in the morning light. She sighed happily, her silver body snuggled between two soft unicorn stallions at her sides. They were just as she left them, tied up and helpless, two living pillows to keep her warm. Their muzzles were tied together under the pillow, so even their breath warmed it for her comfort. Eyes still closed she stretched her fingers, then ran her talons up and down the two erect shafts. The metal cock rings at their base had kept them erect and at attention all night.

Heldt shuddered as he felt the dragonesses' claws on his dick again. He had hardly slept at all. Every time the dragoness let out a snore or shifted in her sleep he snapped back awake, fearful she was going to hurt him again. Every time she woke in the night she had taken the time to further torture him, and from the sounds his brother made, he was not alone. His balls and cock were so sore and pained, and his body was cramped from lying so still and straight all night. Even his nose hurt after a night of being tied muzzle to muzzle with his brother. Their every breath blew into each others mouth, and every scream and groan could be felt by the other. It was so hot under the pillow. He had thought at first he would suffocate under it, but in the end it was just confining enough to be extremely unpleasant, and not enough to kill him.

Hethor did not sleep at all, for the very same reasons. He got off slightly easier since the dragoness was right handed, and he was on her left. He often heard and felt his brother grunting and yelling while he only got a small squeeze or lighter slap. Nothing however could reduce the agony when she DID get a proper grip on a testicle, or pinched the top of his cock so hard with her claws that it bled.

Devalyn grabbed the cocks of both unicorns and pulled herself up into a sitting position by them. She sighed in pleasure at the muffled yells and groans before crawling out of her small tent and looking to the other tent where Sethea and her stallion had retired for the night.

Sethea woke from pleasurable dreams to an even more pleasurable one. She was cuddled up with the big stallion called Boll. She had ridden him to exhaustion last night, and herself as well. He had far more stamina than any furry slave she had known, and even surpassed many male dragons she had had as partners. She would be sad to see him go, but she knew she could not keep him. He and his friends would all become slaves once they were brought back to their camp. She would make sure he went to a good home however. She could do that much. Perhaps she could even see him again, she had some ideas on how to arrange it. But for now she had morning business to attend to.

Boll stirred as he felt the dragoness getting up. "Mmmrmm...?" he said.

Sethea shushed him, "Sleep until I return, big boy." She crawled out of her tent to see Devalyn watching her and the two dragoness stood and stretched. "Have a good night?"

"Oh, very. I hope I didn't make them scream too loudly" said Devalyn.

Sethea giggled, "Oh not at all... it made that poor thing in there cuddle all the closer to me. For being the biggest of all of them, he is the most delicate."

Devalyn shot an approving eye at the tent, "Delicate, eh? Delicious." She said, "Lets check on the two leaders... I need to relieve a little tension, and other things."

Sethea oohed and nodded, "What a wonderful idea."

Lewel and Korath were each tied to a tree, hands above their heads, ankles secured with a chain running behind the tree, collars locked as well. From interrogating them last night the two dragons had learned that Lewel was the leader, but Korath had come up with much of their so-called plan. There was little need for a formal interrogation as the unicorn's plan had already failed and the failed heroes were quick to avoid any additional pain. But the dragons played the interrogation game anyway. It was great fun to pretend they were extracting truly useful information and the methods of torture were equally amusing. And arousing.

Despite the painful position he had been bound in, Lewel was still asleep when Devalyn smacked him awake. He cried out, his face stinging and then he groaned deeply in pain, his arms horribly cramped, legs equally pained from standing on them all night. They were quickly eclipsed by the horrible aching in his battered balls, and the less painful but still badly bruised cock from the punching and abuse. He groaned... "Please... please let us go..."

Devalyn tsked, "Manners, boy. No speaking without being spoken too." She punished the stallion be lifting her knee and pressing it between his legs, trapping his balls against the tree and leaning forward.

Lewel screamed in pain as his testicles were ground against the tree. Overnight his horn had healed much of the abuse, but the constant pull on his arms had put a strain on his healing abilities, and a nights rest was not enough to completely heal all the damage done to his body. What made it all worse was that a unicorns accelerated healing left the damaged body parts sensitive and delicate. If it took a day to heal an injury, it took at least another day for it to toughen up back to normal. Unicorns did not like to be hurt. Even though they could heal, there was a period of time during the process where the injury hurt even MORE as they felt not just the pain of the injury but the ache of accelerated healing. Lewel's poor balls were right in that unpleasant zone, and he howled out his agony as fresh pain was heaped on top.

Sethea watched Devalyn correct the stallions bad manners and turned to the already awake unicorn before her. "You going to behave yourself, horse?"

Korath felt his face flush in anger and humiliation at being called a horse, and from the memory of last night where she had let her war horse rape his muzzle. He could still feel the dried cum all over his face. It was all he could do not to curse her, but he couldn't help but glare.

Sethea shook her head, "Such a bad horse... you two sure need your lessons bad, don't you?" She made a fist and gave him a good hit to his cock, her hand turned sideways to pound a row of knuckled into the erect length.

Korath aaaaaarrrrrghed at the punch, and then eeeeehheed as she rocked her hand up and down, grinding the knuckles into the fresh bruises of his member. It hurt SO bad that all he could do was whimper and strain at his bonds. When it finally ended he slumped, gasping for breath.

The two dragons looked at each other and nodded, smirking. They unchained the wrists and collars from the tree and brought the two unicorns down to their knees. They didn't need to force them down, as the two stallions simply collapsed to their knees once their arms were freed.

Sethea took Korath's muzzle in her hand, cupping his nose to block his nostrils. Once his mouth parted to take a breath, she slid her claws into the sides of his mouth, forcing it to open wide. She spread her legs, straddling his nose, and began to piss into his open mouth.

Korath coughed and sputtered as the stream took him by surprise. He couldn't even lift his arms, they were numb and useless, and the claws in his mouth kept him from closing it. He could feel the piss collecting in the back of his throat, his long muzzle providing enough space to catch it all. But he couldn't inhale or risk getting a lungful of piss! So he held his breath as the foul taste splashed over his tongue, his mouth slowly filling up.

Sethea ahhhed as her full bladder was slowly relieved, looking over to see Devalyn doing the same with her little stallion. She finally finished and sighed in pleasure. She closed the stallions mouth and held her hand over it, keeping it tilted up and back, and pinching his nostrils shut so he couldn't breath. "Swallow, boy... or drown."

Korath silently squirmed, needing to breathe badly. He hadn't even had time to take a deep breath and his lungs were burning from all the time it took the dragoness to empty her full bladder. He struggled not to, but eventually reflexes took over, forcing him to gulp down and swallow. He felt the hot liquid rushing down his throat, the awful sensation repeating as he emptied his muzzle of the terrible liquid, and only then could he gasp for breath. First horse cum, now dragon piss! Never in his life had he felt so humiliated... so used.

Lewel cried at the horrible taste. This whole trip was a nightmare. It had to stop, it just HAD to! He couldn't take much more of this. The torture was bad enough, but the way that silver dragoness made him FEEL... so worthless and insignificant. So helpless. She could do whatever she wanted to him and he couldn't do ANYTHING to stop her! He cried out as his nose was smacked, and sighed in relief as she left him to tremble at the foot of the tree.

Sethea smiled at the proud unicorn forced to kneel and pant with dragon-piss scented breath. "All those mares you were going to rescue... what would they say if they saw you now?" she said. She stoked his muzzle, ran her hand through his golden mane. You are such a beautiful creature... and so foolish. You could be running free right now, doing all your weird furry things. But you thought you could best a land full of dragons? You should have just walked to the border and offered yourselves as slaves. At least then you would be treated well and be given to appreciative owners."

Korath didn't say anything. He wanted to be back home so bad. But he still wanted to free those mares. Not just to have them grateful and want to reward him, but now because he was beginning to understand what they must be going through. He hated dragons like he had never done before. How could they do this to him! It wasn't fair. He was just trying to rescue sweet, innocent mares!

Devalyn listened to Sethea tease the poor stallion as she walked back to the tents. She wanted some time with that big stallion Sethea had spent all night playing with. He must be pretty skilled to have kept her attention. Was he fun to torture too? She hadn't heard any screaming. Maybe he was very strong willed. That would be very hot. Devalyn bet SHE could get him to scream!

Boll had his hands over his ears, not wanting to hear what might be going on outside. He didn't hear the dragoness enter, but felt the tent shift under him at the weight. He turned around, happy that the gold dragoness was back, but froze when he saw it was the silver. He shuddered, remembering the horrible noises that came from outside the previous night. All night. "Ahhh... nnnn..." he stammered.

Devalyn spread her fingers and showed off her claws to the dumb stallion. "I want to hear you scream..."

Boll's eyes went wide in fear, and he did the only thing he could think of. He obeyed her command, and screamed.

Sethea turned at the sound, letting go of Korath as she heard the deep voice of her toy. She could see the large shadow of Devalyn inside her tent and she growled deeply, stomping back and yelling, "Hands off my boy, Dev!"

Devalyn cocked her head at the yell and muttered, "Yours?" She snapped her talons at the stallion, "Shut up!"

Boll clamped his mouth shut, and put his hands over his nose for good measure. He trembled a bit, but heard the gold dragoness scolding the other and slowly relaxed as the silver stepped back out of the tent.

Devalyn eyed Sethea, "What's this about YOUR boy? I thought they were all ours to play with until we get them back to the camp tonight?"

Sethea put her hands on her hips, "Well, you have TWO of them in your tent, why can't I have one?"

Devalyn shrugged, "Go do whatever you want to them, I don't care. I wanted to see what was so good about this one that you hogged him all night."

Sethea ohed and shifted her stance, looking sheepish. "I guess I just kinda... like this one."

Devalyn let out a gigglish snort. "Are you in love with a furry?"

Sethea said, "What? No, of course not! I just like him, that's all. He isn't like the others. He was tricked into coming here, and he knows his place, unlike those others. Look..." Sethea opened up the tent flap and said, "Come here, boy. Kneel."

Boll didn't like being ordered like a dog, but he came out and knelt as commanded, sitting at the side of the golden dragoness, maybe even a bit behind her to hide from the silver. He didn't know what they were arguing about, but that wasn't unusual. He usually ignored others when they talked, it so often went over his head.

Sethea said, "See? Just like a real person. He knows we are his superiors and obeys like he should. I'm going to recommend he be placed where he can be most useful as a willing slave. So I don't want you to torture him, ok?"

Devalyn hmmed at the big stallion. He certainly was acting in a civilized manner, not like the rest of this group all defiant and trying to escape or begging to be let go. "You think you know your place boy? Lick!"

Boll watched the silver dragoness point down and he followed her finger, seeing a large silver foot. She wanted him to lick her foot? Was it another weird sex thing for dragons? It dawned on him that it was a test. The gold said he was obedient and didn't need tortured. Oh! Will he be tortured if he doesn't? He wasn't sure, but a quick glance at Korath and Lewel was more than enough to make him decide that a little licking was way better than looking like them! He bent over on all fours to reach, taking a few crawling steps forward and began to lick the top of the silvers foot.

Devalyn watched the unicorn lap at her foot and shrugged. "Huh. You didn't even have to torture him even a little?"

Sethea said, "Nope... he just does what I tell him."

Boll continued to lick. It didn't taste good, but he decided he could do it if it made the gold dragon happy. He was used to following orders. Help carry this pile of wood. Being the bruiser in games while others carried the ball and did the fancy stuff. "Come here!" or "Tackle that guy." or "Don't play with that, it's dangerous" or "Stay here... go there." He had no problem at ALL with orders like, "Fuck me harder, stud!" and "Ram it ALL the way in, big boy!" He decided that "lick me" wasn't a terrible price to pay.

Devalyn licked a fang, feeling herself getting aroused at the feel of the stallions tongue. "Well... maybe I'll try him out later today. I promise not to hurt him, ok?"

Sethea grabbed Boll by the tail and pulled him back, ordering him into the tent. "Ok! I can spend some time with the others while you have fun with him. Those bad boys need plenty of punishment and training, don't they?"

Devalyn nodded, "Oh yes they do. In fact... I think the leader needs some serious training. Go look in my tent and see what I did with the brothers and have fun."

Sethea ooohed before padding over to the tent and slipping inside.

Devalyn grinned as she heard Sethea inside ahhing at their situation, and then sounds of slaps and moans. Leaving the gold to her new toys, Devalyn made her way back to Lewel, kicking Korath in the stomach as she passed by. She regarded the leader of the failed rescue mission with a feral grin, watching him cower and shrink back against the tree. She unhooked his hooves, freeing him from the tree and grabbed him by his hooves. "Let's see... oh... there is a good one."

Lewel whined as he was dragged, his butt sliding over the dirt and grass to yet another tree. He gasped as the silver dragoness simply hauled on his hooves and pulled him clean off the ground to hang upsidedown. His arms dangled and he tried to push against the ground with his hands, groaning at the tight grip around his ankles. He had no idea dragons were this strong. He swung as his legs were slammed against a branch, then his knees forced to bend. He found himself hanging by his knees from a branch as ropes secured his ankles and legs, keeping them bent, and spread. His still week hands were pulled behind him and tied, leaving him to dangle helplessly, his nose a few feet off the ground.

Devalyn traced a talon lightly along the stallions downward pointing cock, hissing in pleasure as it gave a twitch and sent shudders running along the hanging unicorn's body. "Do you regret coming here, slave?"

Lewel whined at the touch, feeling the sharp claw threatening his member. He panted and winced at the question. It was like she was reading his mind, for he was indeed regretting his decision to come here. All he wanted to do was escape and go home.

Devalyn took the head of Lewel's cock and said, "I asked you a question slave! Answer!" She gave it a cruel pinch, feeling the flesh give under her firm grip.

Lewel yelled in pain at the pinch and sputtered, "Yes! Yes I regret it!"

Devalyn didn't ease up, but began to twist the equine cockhead. "You will call me Mistress when speaking, boy!"

Lewel ahhhhhed and jerked hard on the branch as he felt his cockhead twist in the firm pinch, his bruised cock flaring up in pain as it was twisted as well. "Mistress! Mistress! I'm sorry! Owwwww!"

Devalyn let go with a satisfied grin, enjoying the new bruise she had just decorated the equine cock with. She leaned forward and gave it a lick, getting a pitiful moan out of the muzzle that hung down at her crotch.

Lewel's head swam, hating the feel of that tongue. It felt SO good to get licked, but he was in such pain that even gentle touches were torture. The mixture of pleasure and pain was worse than just being tortured. He had grown to despise and hate the cock ring that forced him erect when he so desperately wanted to hide his cock back in his sheath. It was painful but also so humiliating that the dragoness could play with him against his will. He ahhhed in fear as claws ran along his belly and chest. He squirmed upside down helplessly, unable to do anything but stare at the feet of his dragon tormentor, his tongue lolling.

Devalyn said, "Where did you come from, slave? If your whole village is this stupid they would be easy prey for a dragon raid."

Lewel gasped at the threat. It was bad enough he was captured, and the rest of his friends too. But to have his town attacked because of him, that would be more than he could bear. "No... please..."

Devalyn had no intent on enslaving his town. She was just a border guard and had no authority to order such a raid. But the stupid unicorn didn't know that. Furries were so STUPID. A dragon would have noticed she only said his town was vulnerable, and didn't claim she was going to actually attack it. But furries constantly made assumptions and were SO easy to fool. She intended to break him hard. She wanted to make him just like that big stud that Sethea had played with. Obedient and properly submissive. She stepped back to give herself room and delivered a sideways kick into the stallions stomach, sending him winging back on the branch and cough a misty spray of spit into the dirt. "I said you are to call me MISTRESS when you speak, BOY!"

Lewel coughed and choked on the pain to his belly from the harsh kick. He was disorientated from being hung by his knees and he fought to keep from blacking out. He tried to speak but was unable to get the words out, and took another blow, this time to his side. He writhed in silent pain, trying desperately to speak. If she would just stop and let him catch his breath! Another blow to his other side jolted his body and thoughts. Please! Stop!

Devalyn kicked at the unicorn every time he seemed recovered enough to speak, keeping him unable to say a word. "I gave you an ORDER, slave! You WILL call me Mistress when speaking to me. Say it!"

Lewel thrashed and squirmed, trying hard... but was always too slow. He gasped hard as he hung and tried again, "Mis-oooOOOHF!" He gurgled from yet another blow to his stomach, trying to curl up but not having the strength and ending up hanging limply. He took in shallow, rasping breaths, wanting to say the words so badly. He croaked out, "MIstress... sorry... mistress... Mistress!"

Devalyn smiled and put stopped her abuse. "That's a GOOD boy."

Lewel shuddered in relief, mouthing the word over and over silently, so happy he could finally say it and stop the abuse.

Devalyn said, "Have you learned you lesson, slave?"

As soon as the dragoness started speaking he began to feel tense and afraid of the blows that were surely about to rain down on him. He squirmed and waited for her to finish and immediately said, "Yes Mistress!" He sighed in relief as he wasn't hit. He had only been captured for less than a day, but the mental and physical abuse had taken its toll. He didn't even realize how quickly he had been trained to call her Mistress to the point that saying it was a relief, and felt GOOD.

Devalyn said, "Now... the name of your town, slave."

Lewel whined in fear, "Mistress! Please Mistress! Don't make me!"

The dragoness smiled coldly. Good, he understood that it was not up to him if he told or not, but her. She said, "You WILL tell me, bitch. Let me show you what I like to do to little bitches that disobey me."

Lewel cringed as his horn was grabbed and pulled up. He groaned as he was lifted, forced to sit up by the dragon's strong grip, his muzzle shoved upward and forward. His eyes widened at the sight of his bruised cockhead, then groaned as his back began to ache from being bent forward so much.

Devalyn held the unicorn steady as she forced him into a near fetal position. Having both a long muzzle, and a long cock made it not too difficult to make the two meet, and with a talon prying open his mouth she made him take his own shaft into his straining muzzle.

Lewel mmmmphed in disgust and humiliation, and quite a bit of discomfort at his pained back. It felt WEIRD to have his cock shoved into his own mouth, like it was partially someone else's. He tried to ignore the taste, but in the back of his mind was glad to have something else to taste than the leftover dragoness piss. He snorted as his pride was steadily chipped away by the embarrassing state he was forced into. It helped that his cock hurt so much. That way it was easier to ignore the fact that it felt kinda good.

Devalyn said, "Tell me where you came from, slut."

Lewel whined and mumbled out, "Ahhh chaaant, Maaastaaaashs."

Devalyn yanked his head forward another inch, further straining his back. Her other hand lifted to gather up his balls.

Lewel whined piteously as he watched her lift his poor balls into her silver hand. He ahhhhhhhhed in pain as her fingers clenched and drove waves of agony into his belly. He let out a scream as he clenched his teeth and bit his own dick! His hands balled into fists behind his back as he struggled not to bite again. He cried out in muffled bawling as the dragoness tortured him, struggling not to clench his teeth in pain. But it was so hard. She didn't just squeeze, but shifted her grip... relaxed only to clamp down again without warning. Twisted and yanked. No matter how hard he tried he eventually forgot and bit down again, painfully driving his blunt teeth into his cock, crushing the tender organ.

Devalyn helped by licking at the stallions shaft and using her own teeth to nibble and bite. "Will it grow back if you bite part of it off, unicorn? Or if I rip your balls OFF?"

Lewel mmmmrphed in pain and misery, those dragon teeth were so scary! He was forced to look up close at everything she did to him, and feel his own teeth torturing himself. He rrrrrged as his horn was yanked forward and back, forcing himself to bob on his cock, making his teeth scrape painfully against his tender flesh. "Sssshhhooop!" he said, terrified of biting down too hard. A unicorn could heal from most injuries, but sever a limb or... a cock and no it would NOT grow back. He cried as he was abused, every inch of his body screaming for help. He screamed and bit down as the dragoness nipped evilly at the underside of his cock with a sharp pair of fangs and tastes blood. He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't stand to be permanently maimed! It was a unicorns worst fear. He... he would escape somehow... warn his town before they could be attacked. But he HAD to tell. "Ahhhh-kaaa! Sthhaaap! Sthhhaaaaaap! Maaaahstrahhhhs!"

Devalyn hisssed and licked at the drops of blood oozing from her bite, "Ready to speak, slut?"

Lewel whined, "Yehhhhhsss!!!!"

Devalyn reluctantly let go of the warm and tender testicles in her hand, and released his horn.

Lewel aggged as he swung back to dangle limply... gasping and spitting out the taste of his cock, and his own blood. He could feel his cock throbbing in pain, and his balls were a mass of agony. He took a moment to catch his breath and weakly said, "Jehenar, Mistress... I come from Jehenar." He closed his eyes in shame. He would make it right, he would! But he had no choice... nobody could blame him. If they saw what he had been put through they would understand. Any of them would have done the same!

Devalyn ahhed in pleasure at his admission. "Good boy. But that's 'Yes MISTRESS' slut!" She gave his cock a hard slap with a silver hand.

Lewel screamed at the blow and nearly gibbered, "Yes Mistress! Yes MISTRESS!!!!!!"

Devalyn hissed, "Now tell me... which of your friends are weak and would be easily enslaved?"

Lewel cringed and didn't want to say... but she was going to... "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Devalyn had kneed the unicorn in the back, hitting him squarely in the spine. "ANSWER, FILLY!"

Lewel ghaaaaed in pain, his spine stretched from hanging, and now burning in sharp torturous agony. He struggled to think and was hit again at the delay. He cried out and began naming his friends, anyone he could think of.

Devalyn let him babble and interrupted him by clamping a hand over his nose, "Now who are the biggest studs? Who would make the best slaves for me?" She hit him before he could even begin to speak, just to keep him desperate and panicked.

Lewel rattled off the names of the sons of the unicorns who had fathers in the military. They all tended to be big and strong. He didn't even realize that he included Boll and Korath in the list, simply wanting to give the dragoness what she wanted.

Devalyn said, "And who is the hottest little mare in your town? Who would make the BEST gift to a big, mean dragon male?"

Lewel whined at the thought of sending an innocent mare into the clutches of some mean dragon, but was unable to stop himself, naming the girl he had a crush on. One he had hoped would be so impressed with his rescue that she would be his. He shuddered and sniffled at his weakness, so ashamed.

Devalyn pressed him, "That's who you would pick to be brutally raped and sexually enslaved?"

Lewel sobbed, "Yes Mistress!"

Devalyn mrrrred at the state of the unicorn before him. How quickly he went from a strong willed stallion ready to brave dragons and death, to a whimpering slut who would betray his own kind. Knowing he was far too weak she said, "Now... show me how you think she would suck her Masters cock. Suck yourself!"

Lewel tried to do a sit up, but was simply too weak to pull himself upward. He managed to lift his head and start, but soon fell back in pain and exhaustion, his back still throbbing from the punishing blow. He whined, "I'm trying, Mistress!" He really was. He didn't care how humiliating it was. He didn't want to be punished any more. He shuddered in fear, knowing he was failing his Mistress, knowing she was going to hurt him because of it.

Devalyn showed him how very right he was...

...

Devalyn and Sethea sat back and watched the two brothers struggling to pack up the small tents. "No no no, not like THAT you silly cunt!" said Devalyn.

Heldt shuddered and tried again to pack up the confusing tent like the dragoness had ordered him to. He didn't want her to come over here and hurt him again.

Sethea held Boll's head in her lap, petting him and enjoying the show. He was doing his best to ignore all the yelling and occasional smacks that the poor brothers got as they tried to work. Devalyn had copied Sethea by pulling Lewel into her own lap and making him lick her crotch. There was a world of difference between the two stallions. One, although fearful of the yelling, was quite happy to be cuddled with his Mistress. The other was a shivering mass of pain and bruises with no thoughts other than fear of failure and the need to yell "YES MISTRESS" at the slightest word from the silver dragoness.

Finally the two brothers had everything packed and it was time to leave. The dragons didn't allow the slaves to touch their war mounts. Trying to get them to load the horses would have resulted in several very badly broken and injured unicorns, as amusing as that would be.

The unicorns were chained in a line behind Devalyn's horse, all of them in various states of abuse. They would be made to walk and run behind her for the entire trip back to their main camp. All except for Boll. He had moved to get in line as well but Sethea said, "Come... I have a MUCH better place for you."

Boll looked with apprehension at the huge warhorse. It was much bigger than the plow horses or ones ridden by furries. It looked quite capable, and eager to rip his throat out. But he took the hand that was offered to him and let himself be pulled up onto the back of the horse, behind the golden dragoness.

"Hang on tight... and I mean TIGHT, pet" said Sethea as she pulled his hands around her, planting them firmly on her breasts.

Boll grinned behind her, knowing she loved having her tits squeezed and he did exactly what he was told, grabbing her as tight as she could manage.

Sethea leaned forward, her tail arched up behind her back as she murrred, "I'll expect a GOOD fucking on the ride back, boy..."

Boll nod-nodded obediently. These were the kinds of orders he could get VERY used to. He very quickly got an erection. Lucky for him he was not just a regular furry, but a unicorn with the magically enhanced stamina to match. Otherwise he would have been as limp as a wet reed after the past night and day.

Sethea sat up and leaned forward a bit more, reaching under her to grab the thick member to position it, and then sat!

Boll groaned as his shaft was taken by the hot confines of the dragoness. He gasped as Sethea gave a kick with her feet and the horse began to move. The dragoness was slammed up and down on his cock from the motion of the horse and he rrrrrrrghed... did she MEAN it when she said he was going to fuck her the whole way? He gasped and grunted at the hard, forceful slamming of his cock into dragoness pussy. He was going to be lucky to last a minute!

Behind Sethea's horse, Devalyn led the remaining four unicorns. She didn't want one sharing her saddle, but planned to torture them ALL nicely every time they took a break. Their war horses were built for short bursts of speed, not extended runs. So it would take some time to reach their camp, with plenty of rest breaks for their mounts.

Korath trotted behind the horse as it lead a fast pace for those with much shorter legs. The running just made his crotch hurt, but he counted himself lucky. He had watched the silver dragoness torturing Lewel. He was half appalled, and half disgusted by how easily he had broken. If that was me, he thought, I'd have NEVER betrayed our town to that dragoness. It's not over yet... these dragons WILL make a mistake... and we will have our revenge, and freedom. He grunted as he almost tripped and struggled to keep up. He would show them all that he was a true Knight.

...

It was late evening as the dragonesses rode back to camp with their prizes. The four stallions made to run behind Devalyn's war horse were exhausted and put up no fight as they were led past jeering dragons into a small holding pen and their lead chain locked to a post by a pleased Devalyn. The silver dragoness took her time, giving each of the stallions a final fondling and squeeze to remember her by. She gave Lewel an extra long and hard squeeze as she looked into his eyes, loving the look of his broken spirit. "Don't forget... you ALWAYS obey a dragon. Right boy?"

Lewel whined but nodded emphatically, the oh-so familiar pain radiating out from the dragon's cruel grip around his abused balls. It was unfair that the pain didn't even help him forget his other aches and pains, but made them hurt even more. His head throbbed, the muscles in his thighs and legs burned, his fingers ached and his stomach knotted up in a tight ball. He slumped to the dirt as she released him, curling up and whimpering quietly. If he did as he was told it would hurt less, and she would go away.

The brothers did their best to play dead, not wanting the attention of the silver dragoness, or any of the other dragons they could see watching them. All they wanted was a hole to crawl into and hide in.

Sethea helped Boll off her horse, having to nearly catch him as he slid off. He had never ridden much before and his thighs were sore. He was as exhausted as his fellow stallions, but not from having to run, but from having the golden dragoness riding HIM all day. He was almost grateful that it was over, his cock had been getting a bit sore form the constant fucking. But he was scared of all the dragons looking at him. The gold dragon said he would be taken care of, but he didn't want to leave her.

Sethea led Boll into the pen, sighing in pleasure at her tingling crotch, still hot from her numerous orgasms. She attached a chain to Boll's collar and patted him on the head before pushing him to his knees. "I'll be back, big boy" she promised.

Korath pushed himself into a sitting position as the golden dragoness left, then took a moment to try and compose himself. He hurt all over, and the final 'gift' from the silver cunt made him want to scream in pain and anger and humiliation. He forced himself to calm, then opened his eyes to glance quickly around the pen. He was careful not to look directly at any of the dragons who were leaning against the fence and staring. He wasn't broken like Lewel was, but he was not going to provoke any of the dragons on purpose just to make a point. A knight bides his time. Turning his attention to Boll he gritted his teeth in anger at how easily he had surrendered. "You should be ashamed of yourself."

Boll flinched from the tone, wanting to huddle close with the small herd but shrinking back from the anger. "What did I do?" he said miserably.

Korath said, "You were ENJOYING yourself why we were all getting beaten and tortured! You were not chained up like we were, you could have escaped and gotten help, or killed those two dragon bitches before they could bring us back here! But you didn't care what was happening to us as long as you were having fun with your Mistress!"

Boll shook his head, his feelings hurt. "No... it was terrible hearing you! Mistress... I mean... the dragon... she was just..."

"She was just seducing you, and you fell for it! You were the biggest threat and she turned you into a her little puppy dog!" said Korath. He had to pause to take a few slow breaths, the pain from nearly every part of his body making him shudder before he could force himself to continue. "Look at you... sitting there and not a bruise on you while we are all nearly dead!"

Boll rubbed his jaw where he had been kicked unconscious in the fight and said, "They hurt me too."

Korath snorted, "If you would have fought better, none of this would have happened!"

Boll made a fist and said, "No! I said I didn't know how to fight and Lewel said I was big enough it didn't matter. It's not my fault. It's not!" He thought about what the golden dragoness said, that his friends just wanted him along because he was big and strong. That he never wanted to come along in the first place. It was all true. He knew he was stronger than he was smart, and trusted Lewel and Korath that the rescue would be easy. It was their fault, not his! "I'm not talking to you anymore" he said and turned away to pout.

Korath punched a fist into his own thigh and then owwwwed loudly as it hit sore, abused muscle. Damnit! Stupid, useless stallion! He was too dumb to realize it was all his fault. Fine. When he made his escape, Boll could stay here with his new dragon friend. He would just have to come up with a plan. Heldt and Hethor could help. They were hurt like him but were not seduced like Boll, or broken and useless like Lewel. He just had to watch for an opening. Maybe he could take a few mares back with him. The idea of grateful mares wasn't quite as pleasurable anymore, not with his crushed balls still badly hurting and his cock a mass of bruises and cuts. But when he got better... then he would reap the rewards!

"What are you grinning at, horsie?" said Risrr.

Korath looked up to see an imposing figure. A black dragoness all decked out in fancy armor and weapons. His smile faded with the thoughts of escape.

Risrr looked over the five stallions and shook her head. "How pathetic. I doubt any of you will fetch a decent price at auction due to how you must OBVIOUSLY be brain damaged to think the likes of you could have rescued anyone from a dragon camp!" Her tail swing out and smacked Korath in the muzzle, knocking him onto his side. "That's for insulting me by thinking you even had a TINY chance in sneaking past me, let along rescuing anyone under my nose."

Boll stood completely still, not looking at anything but the dirt in front of him. This dragon was even meaner than the silver one and he wished that nice gold dragoness was still here. She said he would be ok. She promised.

Risrr swished her tail. Her two dragon warriors had done well. She had been convinced that those two incompetent dragonesses would have killed half the unicorns trying to capture them, but here they were, all five and without any stab wounds or broken limbs. The two of them would get a share of the reward money. A small share of course, but a tiny fortune for their station. Risrr licked her lips. Her reward would be much greater. She would be taking one of these five for her own. She dismissed the two huddled together. Meek and while not scrawny, certainly not as well built as the other three. She passed over the one curled up and whimpering. He looked like he had been worked over pretty well and she wanted to break in her slave herself. The one she hit, he had promise. Had a defiant, proud look to him. He would be fun to crush under her heel. But the big stud... that one caught her eye. She grabbed him by his horn and pulled the stallion to his feet.

Boll whined as he felt his horn grabbed. Having a metal cap glued to the end was bad, but having it touched and pulled was almost unbearable. It was his HORN! It was about as private as being grabbed...! He squirmed as his balls were held in a firm grip, his knees trembling. He let out a tiny whinny as talons explored his sheath and withdrew his cock. Even after the day of fucking, even with the uncomfortable grip on his balls, the feel of his cock being toyed with quickly got him to attention.

Risrr mrrred. It was no dragon cock, that was for sure. All soft and round, the tip blocky instead of the sleek shape of a dragon's cock. But it was pretty damn big for a furry, and being soft simply meant it was much more vulnerable and delicate. She loved to abuse her slaves. The only reason she held back at all with her current slaves was that they did break so easily. But unicorns can heal from injuries that would leave other furs, and even dragons crippled. She would be able to do such... terrible things to this one. He let go of his horn and grabbed his ass for a good groping. Mmmm. Nice. She leaned in and licked his nose, "I like you... now get back down there!"

Boll let out a gasp as he was yanked down by his balls, collapsing to his knees in a hurrfing groan, hands going between his legs. He had a sudden appreciation for what the others had gone through, but had little room in his head for any thoughts other than OUCH! He was only vaguely aware of the black dragoness leaving as he closed his eyes and hoped for the return of his golden protector. Ungh!

Risrr hissed in satisfaction. "Get these studs gagged and properly restrained" she said, snapping off the order to a nearby guard.

Boll grunted as he was forced onto his stomach, arms and legs pulled back to hogtie him. He whimpered, no longer able to curl up and clutch himself. He watched dragons tying up the others in a similar fashion, leaving them to lay on the ground. He jerked as his face was slapped and a dragon ordered to open up. He did as he was told, and winced as a rubber ball-gag was shoved rudely into his mouth and secured with a bridle. Unable to move or speak, he simply watched the others being tied, helpless to aid them, or even himself.

Korath mmmmphed as he was gagged, and glared at Boll. Now how was he going to escape? He had to get out of these ropes first. He tried to struggle, but all that did was make his aches and pains worse.

"This one seems a bit loose, look how much he can squirm" said a dragon who bent down to tighten Korath's bonds.

Korath groaned as his arms and legs were pulled together even tighter, forcing his back to arch more and making his already aching body begin to scream for release. He let out a moan, forgetting his escape plans as he simply tried to endure the painful position, squirming onto his side to avoid laying on his bruised, and due to the cock ring, still painfully erect shaft.

...

"What? No... not that one!" said Sethea.

Risrr cocked her head, "You have a problem with my choice, lieutenant?"

Sethea was surprised at the extent of her emotions as she stood in the office of her superior. She didn't care what happened to the others, but she wanted that big one to have a nice home, and more importantly, a home where she would be able to visit him. If Commander Risrr took him, he would be abused and tortured and she would never see him again. Why couldn't she have picked one of those other dumb stallions. They all chose their fate. That poor brute was only along because he didn't know any better and was just following the lead of HIS superiors. Just like any dragon would. "He's different, Ma'am. I wanted to place him so his talents could be best used."

Risrr laughed, "Oh, I'll use him all right. Use him GOOD."

Sethea made a fist and shook her head, "Please reconsider?"

Risrr gave a growl, "It's my choice and I picked him. You shouldn't even be officially asking about him at your rank!"

Sethea bit back an angry retort. It was true. She had flunked out of front line military training and by all means should have taken up a job better suited to her skills. But she wanted to fight. So she choose to finish her training on the furry border where she could do little harm. The high ranking members than ran things were all well skilled, but most of the troops were failures in one way or another. Sethea could fight well enough to beat furries, but not other dragons, or worse, an insect horde. She was not going to fail THIS time. She made up her mind and said, "May I speak off the record?"

Risrr shrugged, "Very well."

Sethea stood at her full height and said, "I challenge you for the right to decide that unicorn's fate."

Taken aback Risrr simply blinked before saying, "Are you serious? Challenge me? You think you even have anything worth offering in return for ownership of a unicorn?"

Sethea said, "I know I can't own him. I am challenging you to the right to decide what is done with him. If I win, I'll choose what guild house gets to buy him. You can then pick one of the others."

Risrr considered this. While she liked that big one the best, any of the others would be nearly as pleasurable to own. She would not be disappointed with any of them. Not that she was likely to lose. Sethea may be more than a match for a group of furry horses, but against a real dragon warrior she had no chance. "Fine. You win, you get to choose his fate. You lose, and you will serve as my slave for a full moon."

Sethea reconsidered her options. It was Riser's well known cruelty to her slaves that made her want to save Boll from her in the first place. A moon of being her slave would be... unpleasant at best. But she would win this. She wanted it badly. She had given her word, and even though it was only to a mere furry... he had submitted to her. Trusted her. She felt responsible for him now. "Agreed."

Risrr swished her tail in pleasure. "Fine. Let's get this over with. Meet me in the sparring ring. Hand to hand, no weapons, no armor. DISMISSED!"

Sethea bowed in respect and backed out, quivering with mixed excitement and suppressed fear. She could do this, she knew she could. She had to laugh at the sight of whispers spreading among the dragons who had heard the challenge. It didn't matter who was watching, all that mattered was that she keep her promise, and keep her plans for her future meetings with Boll intact.

...

Risrr stood nearly naked in the ring. A leather top to keep her breasts secured, and a leather bottom to protect her privates from accidental clawing and nothing else. She ignored the stares from the males and females surrounding the small arena that were giving her appreciative looks. She was proud of her well muscled body and enjoyed the chance to show it off out of uniform, but wasn't here for that and put them out of her mind. She looked at the golden dragoness with derision. She was sleeker, but weaker. A body more suited to being a sex slave than a warrior. She would test her skills in battle... and then... test her sexual skills once she lost.

Sethea tried not to feel intimidated by the black dragoness. She was only a few fingers taller, but where Sethea's body was padded and filled out to make a pleasing figure, Risrr's body was all business. She would have to be fast. Hit her unexpectedly.

The two warriors faced each other, bowed once and waited for the judge to drop the flag.

Risrr stood calmly, eyes on Sethea, tail swishing behind her as a visual distraction. She saw the flag drop out of the corner of her eye, and sprung.

Sethea had her eye on the flag, waiting for it to drop, wanting to be moving the instant it did. Speed would be essential. She had to get in the first shot and make it count. There! It dropped! She turned her head back to Risrr and pushed off on her foot, and faltered as she saw the black was already moving! She quickly turned her charge into an evading sideways dive as the black rushed her, lashing out with her tail.

Risrr made no attempt to follow the dodging golden dragoness, not when the silly thing offered up her tail so conveniently. She caught it and spun as she passed her opponent, using her momentum to swing the hapless dragoness around by her tail and into the fence enclosing the fighting ring.

Sethea errrrrrked as her tail was yanked hard, and only saved herself from a nasty sprain by tensing her tail muscles as she found herself yanked off her feet and spun around into the wooden fence. "Oooofh!" she yelled as she hit it hard and rebounded back. She slashed at the black with one taloned hand, knowing she needed to break her grip fast!

Risrr leaned back to avoid the slashing claws, easily keeping from being cut and prepared to defend herself from the followup swing from the other hand. But that attack at her face never came, the hand instead had moved to attack her OWN hands while she was dodging the first. She hissed and let go of the tail to pull her arms back, letting the golden tail escape. Not bad! Perhaps this one has some hidden skills after all. She waited for Sethea to make a move, and was disappointed when she simply charged her.

Sethea had freed her tail, and had to take the initiative or would lose badly. She dove at the black, intending to tackle her to the ground. But the black dragoness threw herself down and backward so Sethea dove through empty space, flying over the dragoness. Before she could even begin to recover from the misstep, a blinding pain exploded in her crotch.

Risrr had driven her knee upward even as she dove back, slamming it into the golden crotch as it flew over her. Because Sethea was moving in the same direction as the knee, it wasn't as hard of a blow as it could have been, but had the added effect of throwing Sethea even more off balance and driving her forward past the downed black dragoness, giving her time to get back to her feet.

Sethea urrrrrghed and stumbled several steps past the black, a hand going to her crotch as she just barely managed to keep on her feet. She had already been a bit tender from all the fucking, and the sex had made her extremely sensitive, the blow hurting much more than it should have. She managed to turn around in time to take a fist to the side of her head. Pain she could deal with and ignore, but the blow to her head dazed her and she didn't even see the foot that swept her feet out from under her. She landed heavily on all fours and ooooofhed as she was kicked in the belly, rolling onto her side and clutching herself as she fought for breath.

Risrr snorted. This was less entertaining than she had hoped. It was time to end it. A pair of slaves fighting a duel or challenge had to fight until the judges declared a winner, but dragons could end it by surrendering at any time. She said, "Enough. Surrender and let's get back to work."

"Nggghh... no" said Sethea. She wasn't going to lose Boll to the clutched of this black dragoness. She pushed herself up to her feet and took in several shuddering breaths. She could wear Risrr down. Get her overconfident and then when she makes a mistake, then she could strike.

Risrr eyed the golden dragoness and shook her head, "If you insist." She lashed out with a fist, hitting Sethea squarely in the center of her chest.

Sethea jerked back from the unexpected blow, landing on her tail and ass painfully. She gaped silently, unable to breathe at all from the perfectly aimed blow to her solar plexus. Instead she scrambled back away from the black, but winced as her tail was stepped on, ending her retreat. By now her lungs were starting to recover, but she was NOT getting enough air and felt dizzy. She attacked anyway, kicking out with her feet at the her opponent.

Risrr caught the weak kick with her hands, each catching a foot with a loud slap, surprised that Sethea was able to put up a fight at all at this point. She was not very effective, but certainly was trying. With a firm grip she twisted, flipping Sethea from her back onto her stomach and quickly pinned her down, a knee on the back of her neck.

Sethea was unprepared for the flip and found herself slammed to the dirt, her large breasts painfully squished under her weight. Then the knee pressed down over her neck, shoving the side of her face into the dirt. "RRRRRrrrrhhh!!" She scrabbled back with her arms but couldn't reach, and before she could think to try and kick she felt her big toes squeezed together and yanked backward in agonizing pain. "AhhhhHHH!!!"

Risrr pinned the golden dragoness with one knee, and held the two toes in a fist, pulling them backward to control her feet. She watched in satisfaction as her other toes clawed at the air, but were unable to bend back far enough to get at her fist. "Surrender, it's OVER."

Sethea struggled in pain but refused to give in. "NO!" she said, and swing her tail up at the black.

Risrr leaned back to avoid it, catching it in a hand and quickly giving it a downward yank, forming a loop and planting her other knee on it and applying pressure to the bent tail.

Sethea screamed as her tail was bent backward, the pain shooting up her spine like a lightning bolt, and her tail dropping and going numb past the point where it had been cruelly bent.

Risrr snarled, "Surrender NOW!" She applied a bit more pressure to the tail.

Sethea screamed again, the pain excruciating as her tail was bent to it's very limit. She couldn't get up, couldn't kick, couldn't even FEEL her tail let alone move it. But she was NOT going to let Risrr have her unicorn! "Never!"

Risrr listened in disbelief as the golden dragoness refused to accept defeat, even as tears streamed down her face. She slid her tail up between Sethea's golden thighs, and rammed the tip hard against her already bruised pussy. "One last chance... YIELD!"

Sethea ahhhhhed as the painful tip of the blacks tail jammed up against her sex, the leather covering it tearing and letting the tip penetrate it, and her. She shuddered, her tail in absolute agony and she fought to stay conscious. "Nn... nuh... no..."

Risrr growled at the defiance, but was also impressed. This golden dragonesses didn't have any hidden fighting skills, but had a surprising amount of will and spirit. She was going to have to break her tail to finish this. She put a bit more pressure on it... and then eased off. No, she wasn't going to risk maiming her. She let out a loud snort and said, "Fine. You can choose his fate, but I want TWO months of you. No... THREE."

Sethea squirmed as she heard the ultimatum, and hope cleared her thoughts enough to say, "I accept... I surrender." When the pressure lifted from her tail she gasped in relief, and then new pain shot down her tail as blood reached deadened nerves and the true pain of the kink in her tail reached her overloaded brain. She gasped and slumped unconscious, drooling in the dirt.

Risrr stood and snorted, "Stubborn bitch. Get her to the infirmary to recover." She swished her tail regally and walked off. All in all, not bad she supposed. She managed to draw out some hidden reserved from an otherwise unremarkable, dragoness, got a little sparring practice in, and had three moons to have her way with a rather sexy dragoness. Perhaps instead of simple sex and humiliation, she will try and teach that gold some better fighting skills. She let out a chuckle. Yes. She will spend her time in training. If the golden dragoness learns, it will be a pleasure to have created a newly skilled warrior. If she does not... well... it will be fun to have such a sexy punching bag to use for training.

...

Boll woke with a loud groan. He was sore all over. He panicked for a moment as he realized he couldn't move, and then remembered where he was. Tied up in a dragon town of some sort. Captured. He squirmed as much as he could, his jaw aching from the ball gag forced into it. He worked it with his tongue and teeth to try and get more comfortable and sighed as he failed. Couldn't they have given him one that fit better? It was way too big for comfort. He twisted his head back and forth, hearing popping sounds as he stretched and worked out kinks in his neck before laying it back down in the dirt. He had tried keeping his horn from touching the ground last night, but eventually it just got too hard to hold it up.

Boll had been surprised how BORING it was to be a slave. He thought that being tied up and all cramped would be bad, but it was actually worse to lie in the dirt all the time with nothing to do. When dragons came to look and examine him, he felt both fear and relief that at least something was happening. He sighed and settled down to wait. He was used to that too. He tended to blend into the background back home if he wasn't needed for his size and strength.

One by one the other stallions woke to groans and moans, squirming in their bonds, sore and miserable. The only care they got was a bit of water dribbled in past their gags. It was hard, but not impossible to swallow with their heads tilted back. Most managed with only a little coughing and choking. They were otherwise left mostly alone.

It was not until the afternoon that things changed. Boll heard yet another dragon entering, but they did little other than look them over and sometimes give them a fondle. He didn't mind it much if it was a female, but didn't enjoy the occasional male that grabbed his balls or ominously commented on his 'pretty muzzle'. He perked up as he saw a familiar pair of golden feet and looked up happily, and then inhaled sharply. It was the golden dragoness who promised to send him someplace nice, but she looked terrible! She was standing favoring one foot, her tail was bent and curled protectively and she had bruises all over. "Mrrrrmph...?"

Sethea bent down to release the big stallions wrist and ankle cuffs from each other, and unlocked the chain and took one end to use as a leash. "Come... I have someone to show you off to."

Boll took a quick glance at the other four, wishing she could help them too, but followed silently, the ball gage keeping him from saying anything even if he thought it would be a good idea. Dragons didn't like furries talking to them, he learned THAT quick by watching from the pen. He followed behind the dragoness, wondering who beat her up, and why. Did dragons fight a lot? She didn't seem too upset with her condition. He shrugged and just accepted it as one of countless things he didn't know or understand.

Sethea led the stallion to a moderately sized building. "Lyust... this is the unicorn I mentioned. Slave, on your feet for inspection."

Boll got to his hooves, but wasn't sure what else he was to do for 'inspection' so he just stood there.

A green male dragon stood from a desk and walked around to look over Boll. "Ahhh, this one. Yes... I suspected he was the one when I looked over the group earlier. Quite a stud, yes." He cupped the unicorns balls and weighed them. "Very well equipped."

Boll trembled but stood his ground. He felt like he was being examined by a doctor, and pounced on that idea, trying to imagine it was just a medical exam. It became harder when the dragon started squeezing his ass and running his hands all over his body, and impossible when the dragon bent down and started to probe his sheath, with his tongue!

Sethea stroked Boll on the side of his face, "Easy boy... there are a whole bunch of horny females willing to pay good money for a stud like you. Show the nice dragon what you have to offer them."

Boll shivered at the touch of the golden dragoness, looking down at her ample cleavage so well displayed in her current outfit. Lots of horny females? That doesn't sound so bad. He closed his eyes to imagine himself surrounded by them, and wondered if any mares might be involved too? He groaned as the tongue and mouth worked him and opened his eyes. Luckily the dragons large wings hid the fact that it was a male. He wondered why some dragons had wings and others didn't. Could they fly with them? He hurrrred as the tongue worked all around his cockhead and quickly forgot about wings.

Lyust mrrrrmed with a mouthful of stallion cock, pulling off of it once it was fully erect. It was a VERY nice cock indeed. Being a male, he actually preferred a smoother, less dragon-like cock. It hurt a hell of a lot more to get fucked up the ass by a dragon cock. Females had it lucky, they were designed to take them, and the abuse they could give. He sighed sadly. He would love to take this one for a test drive, but he had been told that this slave would be best used as female only. Oh well. "Yes... he is quite a specimen. Naturally obedient too?" He took the unicorn's chin in his hand and stared into his eyes, "You will do whatever you are told, won't you?"

Boll remembered the talk on the ride here, well, when he wasn't mindlessly fucking his golden lover. He nodded and said, "Yes Master!" She told him if he was a good boy and did everything he was told, she would make sure he had a good life here. She might even be able to see him again! He repeated what she had drilled into him, "This slave knows his place is to serve dragons."

Lyust nodded in satisfaction. Very good. Said without any real fear, and with meaning. All furries eventually found themselves dominated and enslaved once a dragon got a hold of them. But most needed a good dose of fear and pain and beatings to break them of their silly ideas of being equal or even BETTER than dragons. An absurd idea when chained up in an entire land full of dragons. Perhaps it might be the case for a lone dragon trapped in a land of furries, but really. This one seemed to understand his situation perfectly. Not all dragons cared. Many just wanted their slaves to obey, and could care less if they did it our of fear or training or simply understanding. But like any product, a rare attribute increased it's worth. This unicorn would rent out for a premium.

Lyust said, "Right. I am a fully licensed member of the slave guild, fully qualified to take charge of new slaves. In return for your bringing him to me, you can rent him out for one night a moon at an extreme discount."

Sethea nodded happily. She had already looked into transferring back to the capital for guard duty. She could serve as a guard for slave transfers so she could still put in time on the furry borders, moving back and forth when a position opened up. She doubted she could visit him EVERY moon... but even the occasional time would be well worth it. Maybe eventually she would move to the capital full time. Her place really WAS as a guard, not a roaming warrior. She liked fighting, but frankly there was very little of that to do out here. Finding a wandering furry was pretty rare. It was not as fulfilling as she had hoped. Well, plenty of time to figure that out, now that her pet was safe. "No serious abuse, and he should be trained as a female pleasure specialist."

Lyust said, "Agreed. I'll have him processed and sent out as soon as possible. Just leave him to me."

Sethea leaned over to kiss Boll on the side of his white muzzle, and groped his ass. "I'll see you again, big boy. Be VERY good and do as you are told, ok stud?"

Boll nodded, "Uhu. Yes Mistress... I'll be good." He watched her leave, feeling a bit anxious, but also curious about just what a 'female pleasure specialist' would entail. He hoped it wasn't TOO complicated. He was best at simple tasks. Hr turned back to the green dragon, ready to begin.

...

Korath was glad to see Boll gone. He would never be useful in any escape attempt. He would just have to make due with his two friends. He glanced at the brothers and sighed. Or not. They looked awful. He wasn't sure they could stand up, let alone fight if needed. He ignored the fact he was in little better shape. When the gate opened he turned to look, seeing the black dragoness again. He remembered her from before. From how the other dragons treated her, she was highly ranked.

Risrr looked down at the failed knight. The more she thought about it, the more she decided he was the right choice after all. That big brute would have been fun to terrorize, but this one had promise as well. From what her subordinates had learned, he had wanted to be a Unicorn Knight, but had flunked out. Well. She would make him HER knight. She would train him to fight other slaves for her pleasure. She already had a very skilled Champion, so had no need of another. But he would do well as a foil for him. A body that could take plenty of abuse and be ready for more the next day. She would twist his little mind around so he fought for HER honor, even if he was meant to lose. Perhaps she would let him fight other slaves. She bet she could have him eager to fight weaker opponents, beating and thrashing them for her pleasure. She had learned that often when one fought for Honor and Glory, it was very easy to re-train exactly what Honor and Glory meant. He most likely wanted to be a Knight to please someone, or gain their approval. It would be rather easy to redirect that urge to herself. It would be amusing to turn him to fight against everything he believed in. Pride was such a DANGEROUS thing if one's will was not up to the task.

Risrr said, "You, slave... you will come with me. I am your new owner. Your Mistress. You should be honored to serve me, I am the Commander of this camp."

Korath mmmphed in surprise. So soon? He was to be separated before he could plan an escape? As he felt his chains being undone he narrowed his eyes in thought. Wait... this might be for the best. The others would be dead weight. He was better off on his own. She said she was the commander here. He had seen much of the military back home. Full of corruption and incompetence. It was why he wanted to be a Knight. They had Honor. If this dragoness was the leader, she would be just like all the other higher ups he had seen. Given their position because of their status or family or connections. She would be weak, easily fooled, maybe even manipulated. Yes... this was good. He would feign obedience and gain her trust, and then strike. He almost snorted at how easy this would be. Those two dragoness that caught him were obviously the best warriors, sent out to the field while this one sat at a desk. Come on... how strong could she be?