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Chapter 2

Catelyn tried to cry, but she couldn't work up any tears, for her eyes were as dry as they were swollen. She was curled up in a fetal position in the softness of the crimson pillows, slowly peeling off the thick layer of dried semen that coated her naked body. Between the crimson bed and the cave entrance was the dragon, sleeping soundly after his huge orgasm and feeding on livestock afterwards. While her stomach was growling with the intensity and volume as the beast that made a hobby of molesting her, she decided it was a good idea to not push her luck and just try to recover from her torture. Cursing her helplessness, Catelyn curled up into a tighter ball and slowly drifted to sleep.

After nearly a half hour, Catelyn in cold sweat, shot up from her place of rest, breathing frantically. Looking around at a wild pace, she collected herself, hoping that what had transpired was only a nightmare. But she soon realized that what she had endured was not a simple horrific dream, as the great, red scaled beast sleeping soundly across the hall proved. Once she had gathered herself, the first thing that came into her mined was logical and simple... she had to escape.

Raising herself from the crimson fabrics, she quickly noticed the pain originating from her ankle. Every time she tried to move, a sharp jolt of pain would shoot up her leg and cause her to clench her teeth, with this she quickly came to the conclusion that she wouldn't be able to stand on it if she tried. She would need something to brace it. Looking around, she was unable to find anything that could be used as a splint, the only thing there was available was the red fabric she lay in. Finding a slight tear, she applied her strength to the point of weakness, tearing a long, red strip of the silky cloth free.

Wrapping the fabric around her swollen ankle, she managed to make a makeshift cast. If she were to have any hopes of escaping, she would need her ankle to be as healed as possible.

Next, she decided to see how well she could move around, and practice moving with only one usable ankle. If she had to make a quick escape, she would need to be able to climb out of that bed without a single stumble. Climbing down from the stone pedestal, she limped herself towards the dragon skeleton that laid close by. Sorting through the massive, dry bones, she found a long piece of the lower arm bone, using it as a staff to help support her weight.

With these things in check, her attention turned to the massive door at the other end of stone crossway. Slowly, she made her way towards the entrance, holding her breath as she passed by the sleeping Nôrzzug. As she passed the sleeping beast, she could feel his hot breath push against her aching frame; nostrils flaring. As she passed, she kept a sharp gaze on the great reptile, keeping vigilant for any sign of drastic movement. Moving as slowly and quietly as she could, Catelyn observed the massive Nôrzzug. Sleeping, he was of the likeness of a great cat, stretched out across the floor. Coincidentally, as she kept close view of him, she couldn't help but notice that the dragons cock was still exposed and laid out across the floor; drops of semen leaking from the orifice. After successfully managing to pass the sleeping beast, she continued across the stone bridge. Coming before the great circular door she could not help but feel dwarfed as the impressive entrance loomed over her. The door was composed of concentric circles, one within the other, but all around central point. In the center, there was round plate of cast steel, polished and refined, with the image of a three headed dragon set into it. But oddly enough, the draconic sigil was colored a rich crimson red and glistened like polished ruby, though it was obviously forged of some form of metal.

At the base of the colossal door, there was a large stone relief, depicting spectacles of epic proportion; great battles, heroes, fantastic beasts and men kneeling before dragons, worshiping them as gods. As she observe the doors intricate carvings, she kept looking for some means of which to open the door. It was quite clear that men had constructed this great hall, and surely they must have had some way of entering and exiting. The massive stone rings were clearly built for the dragons use, but logically there must have been some away for the long dead worshipers to have come and gone.

Perhaps a secret lever? She observed the mural a bit more closely. At the center of the mural, there was the depiction of a dragon in mid-light, wings spread across a burning field of warriors, mouth agape.

She observed the figurehead intensely and wondered... just maybe? Stretching out her hand, she reached into the stone maw. After a second or two, she felt something... "Yes!" She quietly exclaimed, as she pulled down on a small latch at the back of the carvings mouth. She stepped back as the sound of moving gears and locks radiated out from the massive door. Looking up she could see the stone rings begin to turn, making a large, metallic, grinding sound as it moved. But her excitement was cut short, as she heard a deep growling coming fro behind her.

The sound of moving stone had alerted the sleeping beast, who rose his head with a tremendous, bellowing roar when he saw that his new toy was trying to escape. Catelyn gave a curse of anger and a scream of fear as he raised himself from the floor. In a panic, she clamored towards the door as it slowly began to open; descending into the floor.

Then, as she desperately clambered about the door, the great dragon Nôrzzug began to speak in his native tongue. And as he did so, what followed was something that would crush the last amount of hope Catelyn possessed, because as soon as his words reached her ears, a horrid sensation of pain and discomfort overtook the young Catelyn.

"aari mahfæraak, aus faaz... liz krah nin."

As if shards of ice had raced down from around her neck and traced the length of her spine, she collapsed on the ground, unable to move. It felt as if an invisible collar of ice had been tightened around her throat and hot quills had been placed down her spine. As Nôrzzug continued his chanting, the more the pain increased; the black glyphs glowing a sharp icy blue as he did.

"aari mahfæraak, aus faaz... liz krah nin, DAAL NU!!!"

With that, a seemingly unseen power forced Catelyn to stand, propelling her to begin walking towards the great dragon. She tried to fight it, but it was no use and before she knew it, she was kneeling before the colossal beast; his eyes glaring down at her with a fierce intensity. In sullen tears, she looked up at her captor, a fearful, wide-eye expression over her face.

"Mortal!" He said in his booming voice, "Did you honestly think that could depart from my hall without my consent! You have insulted my hospitality... You have had the privilege of experiencing the might and pleasure of the dragon overlord, something highly sought by those of my race, and you have the boldness to leave without my blessing!

Catelyn was trembling, she didn't know what to do, she couldn't flee, or hide, she couldn't even cry, she simply kneeled there, before the mercy of the dragon.

"SPEAK!!! Who are you to think so bold?"

She remained quiet for a moment, then, with a shaking gaze, she answered: "I am Catelyn Lannister, The Flower of Highgarden, daughter of Jon Lannister." She paused. "I am she who enchants the hearts of many. The Grape Picker and the Vine Tender."

"Lovely titles." The dragon said. "What else do you claim to be?"

"Wine Maiden." She answered in a shaky voice.

"Wine Maiden! Now that is suiting!... Go on."

"I... I am the Unfortunate, the Stolen, the Tear Drenched Fire and the Dragon's Captive." She paused for a moment, thinking, then with a stern face, she looked up at the towering beast and said: "I am Catelyn Lannister, and I curse you Nôrzzug Pejorative! You and your dreadful spawn! You loathsome worm, you've have taken everything from me! My home, my family, my pride, my dignity and my virginity! You are the foulest of this earth, and you will pay for what you have done!"

Silence held the hall, Catelyn dare not move; the dragon staring directly at her. But then the silence was shattered by a deep, resonating laugh, coming from Nôrzzug. His elevated in volume, becoming a wild thrum, ringing threw out the hall, until finally he ceased and once again glared down on the frail Catelyn.

"You have great courage, Wine Maiden! But you seem to misunderstand." He bellowed. "You belong to me now! By my right of first pick, I claimed you and marked you. The glyphs on your skin, they are bound to my will and so are you! No matter where you are, no matter where you run, you will always be bound to me, at my beck and call!"

These words fell like hammers on Catelyn's ears, destroying the last shred of hope she possessed. She had been put in chains that no sword or axe could break. Invisible binds of magic that she could never escape, and no matter what she did, she would always be bound to this beast.

''I __believe that a punishment is in order." He said, "You will learn obedience, Wine Maiden!"

The dragon then stepped back and proceeded to lie upon his back, exposing his swelling testicles and hardening phallus.

"Meyz aar nu." He exclaimed.

Once again, she was forced to stand, as if her body possessed a mined of it's own and walked towards the dragon. Climbing onto his tail, she came face to face with the massive sexual organs, musk flooding her nostrils. Looking down, she got direct view of Nôrzzug's balls, in all there masculine glory.

"I am your master, Wine Maiden, and you will address me as such! You will learn obedience, or be punished." He was stated with a unbridled authority. He then turned his gaze towards his awaiting manhood; seeing her trembling before it. "Go on, Wine Maiden, touch them. Daal Nu.''

As if possessed, she raised her hand and reached out and laid her hands upon the swelling genitals. She could already tell what the outcome of this would be. Slowly, she began to rub her hands against the leathery organs, massaging them with tender strokes. She could feel them expanding with every stroke, and to her surprise, with every movement of her hand, she could feel a strange yet pleasurable sensation radiating down the length of her spine. She then noticed that black glyphs on her body flickered with a slight luminescence, coinciding with every wave of pleasure. She concluded that is was connected to her magical binds.

The sensation of her soft hands was driving Nôrzzug wild, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. But as is usually the case with him, he desired more.

"Good," he said. "Very good Wine Maiden. Are skilled, but I desire more!"

She looked up with fear in her eyes. What would she have her do next?

"I desire more contact. Use your body, embrace my shaft!"

She could do nothing, but only obey. She ceased her massaging and wrapped her arms around the dragon's throbbing phallus. Without any control of her own actions, she began to rub the entirety of her body against Nôrzzug's cock; applying tender kisses and licks as she did. Catelyn's body began to tremble uncontrollably and she felt the warmth in her lower body turn into very familiar heat. The musk it radiated was nearly enough to make her choke, but despite her revulsions, the odder that now permeated in her lungs was causing her to moisten at an alarming rate. As she continued to rub against the massive organ, the condensation of her groin began to run down his fleshy length. The feeling of the silky warm liquid flowing over his shaft made Nôrzzug groan in pleasure, he could feel the tension building in his loins and knew he was getting close, but he still wanted to punish his slave for her disobedience.

After ten minutes, Nôrzzug released a loud snarl as he unloaded himself, launching thick rivers of semen onto his slave. Catelyn squealed from how hot the sperm was on her body as it cascated over her like a fountain, but instantly burst into tears at the revulsion she felt the beast's seed flood into her orifices and run down her thighs. This creature had just ejaculated on her body as if she were a common prostitute.

But her tears were cut short as she was suddenly grasped by one of Nôrzzug's scaly hands and lifted into the air.

"No, please don't!" She sobbed desperately as Nôrzzug positioned her over the head of his manhood. She attempted to give another plead but was cut off as Nôrzzug forced his cock into her in a single brutal force, making her scream in excruciating pain and humiliation.

Using her like a mere lifeless toy, Nôrzzug continued to force her onto his massive cock. Repeatedly stretching her already battered pussy with painful accuracy.

For the next several hours, he continued to brutally rape Catelyn without any remorse, inserting both his cock and tongue into every orifice possible and repeatedly unloading gallons upon gallons, in and onto the aching frame of Catelyn. But as time went by, she began to notice something more and more.

This time was different than the first rape, as disgusted as Catelyn was, the sensations she was feeling could not be denied as being... pleasurable. As much as she hated the beast, the violation, the pain, the humiliation, and herself, she couldn't help but take some slight enjoyment in the dragon's thrusts. The bruised lips and interior walls of her slit were quivering which each penetration of the dragon's cock and her body gaining a very pleasant warmth. No matter how disgusting she reminded herself that this was or how much she hated getting raped... she was enjoying this.

There was so much cum being pumped into her pussy and asshole that the pressure and expansion hurt as much as the physical violation. The intensity and amount of the spray in her mouth and throat was agitating her throat, making her gag and throw up to the point where semen was dripping from her nose. The streams from the dragon she was fucking was on par with flooding gutters, coating her face and breasts in a thick, sticky layer of animal cum. Nôrzzug pulled away from Catelyn, leaving her collapsed in a lake of this collected semen. Her thighs were coated in blood from her torn vagina and anus, her muscles felt like hot lead weights, and her dignity had been completely crushed... and raped. "Is this my fate? Is this what my existence will be?" Catelyn tearfully whispered before once again passing out.

The first thing Catelyn felt upon waking up was an excruciating emptiness in her stomach and fiery dryness in her throat. She barely had any sense of time, but she was certain she had been in that cave for at least three days. The only reason she had not died of thirst was because of the water her stomach had derived from all of sperm she had been forced to swallow. She looked around desperately, trying to find something edible.

Wait... that thought had just given her an idea. Using her hand, she scraped all of the wet and dried semen off of her naked body, forming a pile of white crust and thick slime on her palm. She stared at the disgusting mass, trying to strengthen her resolve. The dragon sperm had no nutrients, but there was water in it and she could use it to fill her stomach. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to feel shame or disgust, Catelyn closed her eyes and scooped the semen of the red dragon into her mouth. While the beast had ejaculated into her throat almost two-dozen times, she gagged and almost vomited from the taste and consistency of the slimy pile. Knowing that she would not survive without it, she suppressed her gag reflex and swallowed it all. Like her sexual pleasure, the great feeling of all the wet and dry sperm landing in her stomach was incredible. The mass now residing her stomach strengthened her appetite and she was hungry for more. With new strength, she began peeling the dried semen off of her naked body and stuffing it into her mouth, chewing on it as fast as she could and using all of her willpower to ignore the rancid salty taste. Still not full, she began scooping up the puddle of semen she had been forced to wallow in for the fast several days. With each crusty handful she scooped into her mouth, her hunger was more and more extinguished and she became more and more excited. Once she had eaten every chip and puddle she could find, she laid back with her hand on her mostly-full stomach. She hadn't felt this good in this cave since her first orgasm. But while her hunger was mostly gone, she still wasn't full and she was still very thirsty. As much as she hated herself for it, she was desperate for more semen to gorge on, and there was only one source available.

Nôrzzug had just returned from defecating outside and was now stretching. Reminding herself that she couldn't afford to be prideful or dignified, Catelyn tried to figure out how to entice the dragon. "Psst!" She hissed, catching the colossal beast's attention. The creature that stole her virginity as well as her body looked up, now curious. Once again swallowing her pride, Catelyn stuck out her tongue and began licking the air, resembling an overheating dog trying to cool itself. Nôrzzug stared at her tongue, remembering how soft her mouth was and how nice it felt. As he remembered violating her, the dragon's cock revealed itself and became fully erect, becoming as large and hard as a tree log. Catelyn continued to jiggle her tongue, signaling to the elder dragon that she wanted it.

"Well," he said with a devious smile. "Would it appear that we have learned our lesion?"

Catelyn managed to put on a pleading expression. "Yes master, I have learned my lesion," she whined. "If thine would be so generous as to quench my thirst, I would be ever so grateful."

Nôrzzug heard words and an expression of self pride came across his face, he had finally broken her, he had won.

"Very well Wine Maiden, for I am not a heartless beast, you find that I always reward loyalty."

The giant dragon crawled over to her, hefting his erect dick and resting it on the edge of the crimson bed, right in front of Catelyn. This was the only way she could get something to quench her thirst, and she would have to whore herself to do it. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her arms around the dragon's head and began running her tongue in the slit on the very tip, which was as large as a sword slash. The flesh was so hot that she felt like her lips were becoming chapped and her tongue burned, and she could barely breath the odor that seemed to waft from the beast's phallus. Regardless of the unpleasantness, she worked tirelessly to satisfy the creature. Hugging the head of the dragon's cock and holding her breath, Catelyn completely buried her face in the slit, kissing it as if it were the face of her lover and slobbering the interior with her tongue, pleasuring her dragon owner to her best ability. When Nôrzzug began to shake and grunt, she knew she had done a good job. She doubled her efforts, working hard to milk him for every drop of cum. Knowing that he was about to ejaculate, Catelyn closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible, lusting for a quenching drink.

Nôrzzug's orgasm was much larger and more powerful than expected, nearly pushing her back from the force and amount. She was wrapped in a white cloak of semen and managed to swallow more than a gallon. While her thirst was satisfied, she was feeling rather glutinous, even... lustful.

She continued to lick the slit while she rubbed the head with her arms, eventually coaxing two more orgasms. She felt a twisted form of pleasure and satisfaction in the feeling of being sprayed with more semen. Nôrzzug pulled away with his dick quickly deflating and crawled out of the hall to go hunting. Lying in the cum drenched bed, Catelyn scraped the dragon's semen off of her naked body and slurped it off her fingers with relish. Her stomach was full and she was no longer thirsty, but she could not stop herself. At first she thought some part of her mind was just telling her to clean herself off, but this thought was instantly crushed when she realized she was touching herself with her other hand and rubbing the dragon's semen into her pussy.

She couldn't believe it, how had it changed this much? Before, she would cry and scream as the dragon raped her or ejaculated into or on her body, then she resigned herself to her fate with a hopeless silence as she let him use her body however he wanted, then she gained enough confidence to hope that she could achieve her freedom if she waited him out and used his bodily fluids to stay alive. Now here she was, savoring the dragon's cum like it was a treat and stroking the bruised lips of her cunt in sexual euphoria. She had gone from being a suicidal victim to being their nymphomaniac pet.

There were so many things that she hated about this situation; she wished she could be given time to heal, she wished she could have some real food and water, she wished she could tell her family she wasn't dead (even if she didn't think she would ever be able to face them if she lived), and wished she could at least sleep in something more comfortable than a bed of semen-coated sheets.

But while there were all of those problems, she had to accept the fact that she was... starting to enjoying this. She was enjoying the warmth and taste of the dragons' cum, she was enjoying getting stretched beyond belief as he fucked her relentlessly, and she was absolutely loving every orgasm that the endless sessions of rape brought on. At first she had hated it so much that she prayed for death, now she couldn't get enough of the violation.

Like the return of her will to live, this acceptance gave her incredible peace of mind. At the cost of her dignity and many comforts, this was actually making her happy. And if being violated was enjoyable, then she was going to enjoy this to the full potential...

As she gained her first smile since being captured, Nôrzzug returned from his hunt, carrying a large cow in his jaw. As the dragon tore the flesh apart, Catelyn laid back and continued to touch herself, working her fingers between the legs as she waited for Nôrzzug to finish eating so that she could pleasure him, and he in turn could pleasure her.

Once he finished stripping the meat from the cow skeleton, Catelyn got on her knees with her face against the floor of the bed. Looking forward to being violated again, Catelyn cracked a smile and used her hands to spread her ass cheeks and reveal her anus, which was still sore and healing from being ravaged for so long and so many times. "Master, I'm ready. Please master, fuck me, fuck me now." She purred.

The session proved to be the most pleasurable, with Catelyn having finally accepted that she was enjoying being molested. Even though her vagina and anus had been almost completely shredded from brutal penetrations and she knew Nôrzzug wasn't listening, she found herself whispering for him to work harder and faster, and begging him to "spray her".

As if sensing her change in mood and view, Nôrzzug seemed to change his tactics. He wasn't as brutal and forceful in fucking her or making her pleasure him, he instead waited for her invitation. She was not his master, nor was she his equal, but he did seem to be aware that she was a living thing and not an inanimate sex toy.

The session ended with Catelyn using her hands to stroke the dragon to climax with her mouth open, hungrily catching the jets of sperm. She did this to him several times, hungrily draining them of every drop of cum and licking up every drop that missed her lips and waiting tongue.

With his sexual desires appeased, Nôrzzug relinquished himself to sleep, wrapping himself around the base of the stone pedestal. Catelyn in turn remained in the bed of semen soaked sheets, trying to ring the cum out from her long hair, only to either swallow or rub it into her pussy. Once that was taken care of, she laid there for a while, staring at the domed ceiling in deep contemplation. "This is my fate." She thought to herself. By excepting her situation, a new sensation of security had been awakened in her and in turn a new sense of peace. She would survive this, even if it meant prostituting herself to a beast such as Nôrzzug. In any case, with her new found peace of mined, she soon drifted into deep slumber; a slight smile of happiness upon her face.

To be continued.