The Dragon Lord - Chapter 1: The Kidnap
A tapping at the window could be heard, starting off quiet at first, slowly getting louder until Krathlor, a wolf, awoke and peered out the window, looking for whoever, or whatever, was tapping on the window. "That's strange," he thought to himself, "There's nobody there". Thinking his mind was playing tricks on him; he returned to bed and looked at the clock, the display reading 02:49. Another tapping on the window made sure Krathlor came to the window once again. He ran for the window, once again peering out into the darkness when he saw a sight to behold.
A dragon was sat outside his bedroom window. Even in the darkness, Krathlor could see muscles rippling as the dragon drew in air, then exhaled it a few seconds later. Krathlor's jaw dropped at the beautiful being. Eyes glinting red, the dragon rose slowly, approaching the window, a grin sliding up his maw. Krathlor started to back up away from the window, when he felt a sudden urge to open the window.
Krathlor fought with this sudden urge, but the dragon's blood red eyes glinting in the moonlight told him not to worry. The wolf stopped retreating, stopping in the middle of the room, fascinated by the eyes. While Krathlor looked on, he could see they were pulsing slightly as the dragon moved, calming him. The dragon blinked, the glinting eyes disappearing then reappearing. Krathlor advanced toward the window and opened it wide, climbing out. He turned to face the dragon, which towered over him. A pause, then a sudden rush as the dragon dashed towards the calm wolf, grabbing him around the waist and holding him tightly in his muscular chest; a dizzying feeling came over the wolf as the dragon darted upwards into the midnight blue sky, scattered with stars.
Flying through the sky, all kinds of thoughts raced through the wolf's mind, as he slowly came to terms with what was happening. He realized he had been hypnotized into opening the window. Panic started to flow through him. Where was the dragon taking him? What did he plan to do? Why was he chosen to be kidnapped? All this and many more thoughts came over him as he squirmed against the soft muscles on the dragons' chest and the muscular arms that held him close.
An adrenaline rush as the dragon picked up speed, the dizzying feeling swept through Krathlor once more as he realized they were nearing the end of the journey; a hole big enough for a dragon-lord to enter through in the side of a giant mountain. The dragon slowed rapidly as they neared the cave, aiming directly toward the hole. A swift entrance followed by a gentle landing.
Krathlor looked around the cave. He could see brackets holding torches hanging from the wall, a few sleeping dragons in the corner, one smaller than the one that had kidnapped him and one much larger. Krathlor counted a total of two dragons sleeping. Beneath was a large and tall set of skins that had been sewn together by a skilled needle worker.
"That must be their bed" thought Krathlor. He scanned the cave again. He hadn't realized this before, but there were chains hanging from the wall, a neck brace attached to one length of chain, lower down were another two lengths, the ends connected to wrist locks, then, level with the floor; another pair of wrist locks could be seen, All the shackles were strewn over the floor.
His mind clicked. These were obviously designed to prevent smaller creatures from escaping at night. He studied the wall further, there were about 5 sets of these, evenly spaced along the wall. Right at the end of the wall was a set of draws. "What could be in the draws?" Krathlor asked himself the dragon holding him spoke suddenly, disturbing his train of thought.
"Master, I have returned" announced the dragon as he let Krathlor down, grasping his shoulders, preventing Krathlor from moving. . A deep chuckle could be heard, vibrating the fur on Krathlors skin slightly. The chuckle echoed around the cave a few seconds longer, then dissipated. Another, much bigger dragon emerged from the darkness of the corner. A grin across his face, eyes a deep, emerald green.
Krathlor studied the dragon in awe. "He must be at least 15 feet from head to tail" he thought. The dragon drew closer and closer, the muscles could be seen rippling beneath the blood red skin as the dragon walked.
"What treasure have you bought me this time, Granthor?" asked the Master. Out of the corner of his eye, Krathlor could see the other dragons stirring, hoping to get a look at the prisoner.
"Master, I bring you a wolf and pray you make good use of it"
"Good... I have another wolf to add to my collection..." The master dragon said as he pointed at the wall with the chains. At first, Krathlor couldn't see what the dragon was pointing to, but as his eyes adapted to the dim lights, another wolf came into view. This wolf had grey fur, glasses and was on the chubby side. A pipe lay on the floor beside him.
The master dragon leaned towards Krathlor, whispering into his ear, "You know what I'm going to do to you? I'm going to make you do things you never knew could happen, and you will obey, unless you wish to be the next meal. You will call me 'master' and will address every question and answer with 'master' at the beginning. Do I make myself clear?" A pause, "Do I make myself clear?" roared the dragon in the wolf's' face, making his cheeks ripple.
"Y... yes... M... M... Master"
"Better" replied the dragon. He looked at Granthor, who hadn't moved since he was last spoken to. "Show him to the others," commanded the dragon as he tilted his head in their direction, "I can see they're interested".
"Yes master." Still holing Krathlor's shoulders, Grathor marched him over to the bed. "Everyone, this is our new... Toy," Grathor said slyly, "He's called..." and trailed off, realising nobody knew his name. Expecting this, Krathlor spoke up, still stammering from the experience with his new master. "M... My Name is... K... K... Krathlor"
"Ah," exclaimed Granthor, "His name is Krathlor."
"Welcome Krathlor. I'm sure you'll find living with us very... Interesting" said a large dragon with grey skin and grey eyes to match. He was on the chubby side, but was obviously respected as he spoke quietly, but each word could be understood clearly. "My names Canto and I know you'll end up loving it here" He introduced himself before lying back down.
"I know I'll have fun with you" the other one said lustfully, his deep blue eyes staring into Krathlors' eyes. The dragon was smaller than any of the other dragons, his golden yellow skin taught against his slender figure, only a few muscles here and there. He introduced himself as Nago.
"Right," Granthor barked loudly, making Krathlor jump, "Time to make sure you don't run away". Granthor gazed deeply into the wolf's' eyes and Krathlor met. All his thoughts seemed to melt once again as he nodded and walked over to the wall on the opposite side of the cave. He stood there arms outstretched as if he were being crucified and waited there. Granthor padded over slowly, and petted the wolf on the head, stroking his fur in the opposite direction, sending shivers up Krathlors spine.
Granthor could see he was enjoying the attention so he kneeled and moved closer to the defenceless wolf. He licked the wolf's' ears and slowly worked his way down Krathlors neck. Krathlor let out a small gasp as he stood there, feeling Granthors spit drip from the tip of his ear onto his cheek.
"There, there," whispered Granthor tentatively in Krathlor's' ear, "We won't hurt you... much." A smile grew as the dragon moved lower still, rolling his rough tongue over Krathlor's' nipples, making them grow hard slowly. Granthor stopped and clicked the neck brace on the calm wolf, letting him out of his trance after doing so. Once again Granthor advanced, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. He let out a small chuckle as Krathlor closed his eyes, succumbing to the dragon...