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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 81 - Step One

This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!

_ 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 ongoing story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters_.

Fates of the Unicorns is the cover and a good place to start for new readers.

Korath wasn't sure what to expect when he had been dragged back to the Commander's residence as her slave.

Korath stumbled a bit, but managed to keep up with the dragoness that had him leashed and walking behind her. He took the time to plan out his strategy, and wondered what she had in store for him. With his fine, well sculpted body he thought she might dress him in some kind of warriors garb. Fine leathers or maybe even a full Knights outfit? He was confident he could endure whatever she did, learn her weaknesses and exploit them. It might take him a few days, but soon he would be free.

He snorted at the thought of Boll again, looking all happy to be taken to some sort of brothel. The dim-witted lug would probably not even want to leave, that ungrateful bastard. The brothers and Lewel would be his goals then. Get them and make their way back to the border and to freedom. Escaped from the clutches of the dragon empire... what a story that would make. His father would certainly be proud of such an accomplishment! Knighthood would be his. Maybe they could salvage the original plan too, there had to be a few mares they could free as well. Perhaps even a princess? He nodded. Getting captured was perhaps not a bad thing after all. They lost some dead weight and now could spy on the camp from the inside. He noted there were several collared slaves moving freely about. Perfect. He just had to gain her trust and be allowed to wander freely and the rest would fall into place. He licked his lips, one step at a time and the first step was...

Step one, escape.

He nodded to himself. That was the goal of course. He would elaborate on the plan as he discovered more about this dragoness and wherever she planned to take him. Scout out the layout, find her weaknesses, then strike. Just like the unicorn warriors of legend, the ones that helped put those damn dragons in their place so long ago. Where they should had stayed, until the fucking bugs ruined it all. It all hinged on him getting away from her, only then could he get back to his home with some rescued mares. He was still unsure about some of his so called friends. They failed him, did they even deserve to be rescued? He still felt he should just leave some of them. After all, the goal was to rescue mares and if a few got left behind, well, that was a risk they had all been willing to take. He shied away from remembering all the boasting and drunken bragging they had done while planning their rescue raid, deliberately not remembering how confident they had been that they would all return as heroes.

Korath's thoughts were rudely interrupted as he was yanked hard to the side by the leash, having missed the turn. He managed not to fall but stumbled up the steps into the stone and wood dwelling. He didn't have time to look for any weaknesses in the structure before he was hauled inside. The stallion hadn't been sure what to expect as an introduction to his temporary quarters, but was unprepared to simply be shoved into a small room and chained to the back wall. It was little more than a closet!

"I'm a busy dragoness, slave," said Risrr, her black form filling the doorway. "I have little time, nor patience for disobedience. You had best think on your new situation and be ready to serve when I am ready for you," she said dismissively, and then turned to another dragon. "All right, lets get those watch patrols reorganized," she said, turning and slamming the door shut with her tail.

Korath nearly protested at the treatment as darkness took him. How was he to observe and plan locked in a closet? He squirmed and moved forward but the short chain kept him from reaching the door. He felt around the back and two side walls but there was nothing but bare stone. The only wood was the door which he couldn't reach with his hands, but could kick with his hooves! He turned his attention to the chain. It was solidly embedded in the wall and quite thick. Given a running start, he was sure he could smash it with his horn, but it was awkwardly positioned and there was little room to maneuver. He winced as he remembered his short lived knights training. Unicorn horns were unbreakable, and could smash easily through mere metal and stone, but the skill to summon that sort of crushing force wasn't something a unicorn was born with. It took a lot of training to bring it to fruition, and he never had the time to learn it. He winced again at the headaches from slamming his horn against the wooden targets, and winced harder at the laughs as he only dented them.

He crouched down and hrmped, and froze as he felt a crack in the floor. His hands eagerly traced it, it was a few inches across and round. A hole! Too small to fit through but maybe he could enlarge it. He got his fingers into the crack and pulled, the round stone lifting easily. He recoiled as an awful smell wafted up and he slammed the lid back down on what was clearly a latrine. He waved his hand in front of his nose and groaned, how long did she expect to keep him here? How was he to scout out the best way to escape if he couldn't even see the room he was in? Fucking bitch!

...

Light slammed into Korath's eyes as the door was opened without warning. He blinked and groaned, hungry and thirsty. He couldn't make out the shape in the door, but recognized the voice as the dragoness to had bought him.

"Good morning, slave. Time for your first lessons," said Risrr as she pulled the unicorn to his feet, unlocking the chain on his collar and pulling him out. "I'll send you off to processing once I have you trained. I haven't decided if I'll keep that horn tip intact or have it removed like most."

Korath gasped, and then let out a snort. Stupid dragon bitch, unicorn horns were unbreakable! He followed as he was pulled along, remembering his long night and his plans. He hadn't seen much, but dragons clearly respected strength and dominance. He just had to show her he was a strong, proud unicorn and would have her eating out of his hand. Most furry slaves probably were whimpering and begging by now, but he would show her he was made of sterner stuff! Maybe he could even get a place under her command. Having her give him armor and weapons would be a big help in his escape plan. He would need them once he got out of here and found where the mares were.

Risrr ignored the unicorn as she dragged him along behind her,

into her private chambers, a small room by some standards, but large enough for a bed, desk and a few racks to keep slaves on display or held for use. She closed the door behind her and laced her fingers, cracking her knuckles. "Now... I have a little time before I have to attend to my duties. But plenty of time for a little obedience training. Hands behind your back, head down, hooves spread, bitch!" she said. Her voice was stern and sharp, snapping orders with years of practice.

Korath jerked at the yell, familiar with the tone from his limited knights training. He almost snapped to attention but instead did as he was told, hands behind him, hooves spread. He looked straight up at her as he flexed, showing off to her and knowing she would be impressed with his body. He hardly felt naked anymore, now that he was alone with what was admittedly, a rather sexy female, even if she was a slimy, nasty dragon! He gave her a smirking smile, and howled as a hand slapped the side of his muzzle, spinning is head until his neck wrenched painfully to a stop. "Errrfh owww!" he said, hands flying up to hold his wounded muzzle.

"I said head DOWN not up, boy! Hands back, head down now!"

Rough hands grabbed his wrists and forced them down, but Korath was angry now. She didn't even take the time to admire his muscles, and his sheath and balls were surely something to comment on too! He suddenly clenched his legs together as he recalled the days of abuse both had taken at the silver dragoness. Surely a commander, a desk jockey would be more... gentle, wouldn't she? Suddenly he wasn't so sure that showing them off was a good idea. But dragons respected strength. That gold bitch fought this one for a favor, so maybe he just had to do the same.

Korath huffed as his face burned from the slap, but he firmed up his resolve. He was in dragon territory, so he would treat her like a dragon would. Surely she would admire and respect a slave that didn't just meekly obey. That other dragoness submitted and groveled once she had been beaten, this black bitch would do the same. He smirked again as he spoke in a sultry tone, "Maybe you should show me what you have to offer instead," and jerked at his hand to give her a return slap. But her grip on his wrist kept his hand from moving and could only twitch helplessly. Angered he went to give her a swat on the head with his horn to make her let go.

The knee that slammed into his stomach lifted Korath clean off his hooves while his horn was still in mid swing, and a hand grabbed it, twisting his head and neck around the other way. He gasped silently, the air having left his lungs from the blow as he felt his body swung around and his head slammed into the floor with a bright star-specked thud. The lack of air and blow to his head left him dizzy and nearly senseless, reeling from the sudden attack.

Risrr hefted the stallion back into the air, carrying his senseless form to an x-shaped upright rack. She slammed his wrists against the upper boards, locking the shackles around them and doing the same to his legs as he groaned and twitched. Leather straps secured his upper and lower arms and legs, and she made sure to get one around his waist and upper thighs as well. The x-shaped rack was formed of wood with steel reinforced sides, padded form minimal comfort and built to hold a dragon. She smirked at the sight of the tiny unicorn held to it, quite overkill, but growled at the memory of him swinging that horn. She had not lied when she said she had little time. Other dragons took their time in breaking slaves, but she had, faster methods in mind. Time to take his pride down a notch, permanently.

Korath blinked away tears as he slowly regained his senses, his horn thrumming as it healed the mild concussion and bruised stomach. He tried to curl up, his belly still a knot of pain but was stretched out and unable to move at all. He tried to wriggle and squirm, but it was no use. A sudden sensation made his body try and arch the other way, a tongue sliding into his sheath and licking at his member. He looked down in surprise, seeing the dragoness crouched down and sucking at the opening of his sheath. He let out a gasp of pleasure and immediately began to swell. He had been right... a little defiance, a little show of strength turned this dragoness on. He shook his head a bit, horn glowing as it slowly erased the pounding in his head, his confidence returning. "Ohhh you like a big unicorn cock don't you? Let me down and I'll show you what I can do" he said with only a few pauses to gasp as his belly still ached and cramped, the magic not yet having healed the bruising.

The dragoness sucked on the emerging cock, licking and caressing it with her fingers until it emerged to it's full size. Her tongue swirled and caressed, stroking up and down as her head bobbed over the shiny, slick length.

"Unnngh... oh yeah... we nnn-normally don't mate with non-unicorns you know. Even though so many try. But I'll... ngggh... make an exception cause your so, um, pretty. Just get me off here and I'll show you what few ever experience." Korath tried to hump his hips but the leather strap kept him securely in place. This bitch wasn't making it easy to seduce her or show her how strong he was. How could he prove his strength as a unicorn and a male if he was all tied up and helpless? Dumb cunt!

The dragoness pulled off Korath's shaft with a slurping noise, standing smoothly with snakelike grace until she looked down at him, a finger stroking his member as it traced around a mottled pattern on the side, another finger on his nose. "Be a good boy and behave."

He shuddered as he watched that finger move on his cock, tracing the point where the solid pink shaft started to break up into patches of black. He was unusual to have such a distinctive pattern and let out a moan as the dragoness clearly saw it too. Aroused, he playfully tried to nip at her finger at his nose, but met only air as she moved it just in time. He strained to lean forward, cock pulsing and throbbing in need as he strained, "I can be much better if you let me go... let me show you what I can do and you won't WANT me to behave... I'm way better if I can be, bad..." he said and gave her a wink. Getting one's cock sucked was quite a confidence booster. Dragons worshiped power and strength and dominance, and he was just the stallion to give it to her!

The dragoness sucked on a finger seductively, looking him over before she slid her hand over his cock again, fingers stroking all the way from the tip to the base.

Korath moaned at the sensation, then jerked at a sudden tightness around the base of his shaft. His eyes went from a half-lidded seductive gaze to a wide eyed fearful look as he looked down, seeing some sort of rubber band had just snapped tightly down around the base of his cock. It brought back memories of the ring he wore when the others did, things to his poor member and worse to his balls. He blinked a bit in worry, "Wait... I don't need that to fuck you." His worry increased as the dragoness rolled a skinny but tall table with a wooden top up in front of him, adjusting the height until she could position his cock down on the wood, laying it's length over the cold surface.

"What are you doing?" the stallion asked in growing discomfort as she strapped his shaft down to the cold wood with small leather laces.

"Get me a medic!" called out Risrr in a loud yell, and then moved to a cabinet which she unlocked with a key from a chain around her neck. The wooden doors opened, showing a steel lining inside, and a collection of knives and blades. She took two slim, sharp daggers and returned to face the stallion.

Korath gasped as she selected the knives and began to panic, "Wait... no... what are you doing with those? Stop! No!"

Risrr placed the two daggers side by side, the blades parallel with perhaps an inch between them as she held both hilts in one hand. "Let me explain how things work in MY house, boy. If you defy me, you will be punished. It's that simple. Every slave gets their own punishment, and this will be yours. It will happen every time do not obey my will. Slaves obey, especially MY slaves. Obedience is your only purpose. You WILL obey. Disobedience is bad, especially when you swing at me with your horn. That was bad, very very bad. In fact..." She held up the knives, holding two fingers out to mimic the distance between the blades. "It was this bad" she said, moving her fingers close to the scared and confused stallions eyes.

Korath stared at the two fingers held only an inch apart with confusion. That didn't look like very much. That was a gesture one used to show something was small, not big. He would have expected her to hold her hands wide apart, arms stretched if she really did think it was that bad. Maybe she SAID he was bad, but deep down she really liked his tough attitude. But what was that two-bladed knife for, and why did she need a medic?

The door knocked before a blue and gold dragon entered, wearing red stripes on his uniform and carrying an equally marked satchel and bag, "You called for a medic, Ma'am?"

Risrr nodded, "Tend to my slaves wounds."

Korath blinked, he wasn't wounded, what was she talking about. He only had time to inhale sharply as he watched her lift those dual blades upward, centering over the table and his cock strapped to it. His eyes widened and he gasped out a soft no, simply not believing she was about to do what she threatened. Then the dual blades came down with a solid thunk into the table. For a split second he thought they must be some magic trick, there was no pain. But then he saw the blood begin to spurt out from around the knife, and a searing pain ran in a line across his shaft, now clearly neatly severed into three sections by the two sharp blades. The pain of having his cockhead strapped down vanished by a horrifying numbness where it used to be. He did the only thing he could, he screamed.

...

Korath huddled in his closet, grateful for the darkness that didn't allow him to see his mutilated body. He shuddered, still twitching from having to endure that knife severing his poor, poor member and the agonizing torture of having it sewn back on by that dragon 'medic'.

But not all of it. Oh no, the inch of his stallionhood that had between those twin blades had been eaten by the dragoness, popped into her mouth while he had watched in shock in disbelief, then the remaining length stitched back on. The pain and suffering had been unbearable, worse than what those two bitches had done to him in the woods. And every time he thought it couldn't get any worse, it did. His horn had nearly glowed as it flowed it's power into him, healing him, joining flesh to flesh... and returning sensation to the formerly separated part of him. It was like having pins and needles in a leg that had fallen asleep, but in his tender, sensitive unicorn cock instead. It felt like it took hours, and maybe it did... and then the itching of the accelerated healing. The aching. The sick, empty feeling as his horn's power was used.

The healing powers of a unicorns horn was a double edged sword. It felt good of course, making minor aches and pains go away, healing small cuts and bruises, turning them from painful injuries into healed, healthy tissue. But for deeper injuries, for serious ones, it didn't simply compress days or weeks of healing into hours... it compressed the pain of it as well. Healing so fast HURT, and hurt a lot the worse it was. Even more disturbing was the aching emptiness in his horn. All unicorns lived with a soft glow in their horns, a warmth that was always there, a comforting presence. When they were healing that power was diminished, and for bad injuries it could be completely drained. The emptiness caused a headache and horrible nausea that made his whole body spin dizzily and make him curl up and whimper.

Stupid furries always thought unicorns were wimps for not letting themselves be injured and just heal up afterwards. They didn't understand how... unpleasant healing could be.

Neither had Korath, not until now. 'Hurts like an empty horn' was a common phrase he now understood, deeply.

It felt like it had been a day, not more, but it was hard to tell in the dark, light only showing briefly when food was shoved in. He had been ravenous, even as eating made him feel ill. His body needed the food, a unicorns horn used his own bodies energy and fuel to work and an unfed unicorn with a bad injury could literally starve to death in hours. His injuries were not as severe as a tiger mangled leg or being shot full of arrows, but it was a body part being reattached, and his horn and body reacted to the severing even if it had been sewn back on shortly after.

It had taken a while, but now the discomfort had receded enough for him to start thinking of anything other than his own suffering. That fucking bitch! That horrible, cruel, fucking cunt! He whined as what she had done to him, and cringed at the thought of her doing it again. He shuddered as he curled into a tighter fetal ball in the darkness. Maybe, maybe he needed to be more careful. He had to adjust his plan if he was going to survive to carry it out. He forced himself to think, trying to ignore all the suffering he had endured, and a night that promised more. He had to avoid any more setbacks, had to lull her into a false sense of security and make damn sure she didn't maim him further! He had to go along with her demands, for now. Just for a little while until he could escape. He nodded to himself as another whimper escaped him.

Step one, obey the dragoness bitch.

Step two, escape.

He repeated to himself over and over as he slipped into a shallow and fitful sleep, pretend to obey, then escape. Pretend to obey that evil dragon bitch, then escape. Obey the dragon, then escape. Obey, obey...

...

"Ngg gaaa ahhhh!" cried our Korath as he was woken up by several slaps to his face. He was tired, hungry and sore, and his damn horn felt half empty, like it wanted to sag limply. He sputtered and looked into the eyes of the black dragoness who had so horribly mutilated him the night before.

"Good morning, slave" said Risrr, the same greeting she had given him the day before. "Lets see how good a job my medic did with you," she said and reached down to pinch at the tip of his cock, pushing her fingers into his sheath.

"Nggggh, owwww!" was all Korath could say as she dragged him from his closet and then with two taloned fingers pulled out his limp dick from his sheath. He looked down in horror at it... even limp it was clear that it was shorter. Smaller. Lesser. He groaned as he saw the black threads neatly sewn into his flesh and he gulped at the fresh evidence of his injury.

"Ahh, you can feel that, good. Such a useful skill you unicorns have, too bad it's limited. I know several unhappy dragons who killed their unicorns by torturing them too long without letting them recover their magic. Lucky there wasn't too much damage here, just a simple stab wound really when you come down to it. Easily healed, not like fixing a broken bone or mutilated and torn muscle."

Korath would have disagreed, that was more than just a cut! He hissed out and ngggged again as the dragoness hooked a suture with a talon and began to remove the stitches. He groaned and gasped and panted in relief when she was done, looking down once more. There was only a little blood, but now that the threads were gone he could see the healed cut clearly, a white line encircling his shaft. His eyes widened in horror. That... that was a... scar! His perfect, beautiful cock had a scar! Just a thin line, but it clearly was a mark. Worse, she had cut him right in the middle where the pink blended in with the black. leaving the colors mismatched along the line, the effect jarring, and ugly! Was it going to STAY that way? He recoiled from the disfigurement, almost as bad to him as the missing inch she stole. Unicorns simply didn't scar, didn't have mismatched colorations, not unless something terrible happened. But something terrible HAD happened, a healed amputation. He moaned, wanting to hide in shame now. Other species had scars and long lasting wounds and birth marks and other flaws. Not unicorns! They were supposed to be perfect!

Risrr released him to stand up, snapping her fingers, "Get on your knees slave, as is your place."

He paused only a fraction of a second before remembering his plan. Obey the dragoness, then escape. He had to escape, had to stick to the plan. Half obeying, half simply too shaken and exhausted to do otherwise, Korath trembled as he rose to his knees, hands clutching his crotch and whimpering. His fingers felt over himself, feeling the wrongness of his missing length, just knowing there should be more to it. It didn't hurt much anymore, but was still tender and sore and he dreaded getting an erection at this point.

"That's a good boy... now back to your cell" said the dragoness, grabbing his golden mane and yanking him backwards to throw into his cell.

Korath followed, too cowed to do otherwise as he was taken back to the now familiar closet. He opened his mouth to protest, but luckily his breath whooshed out of him as he landed and was locked in darkness once more before he could. He slumped to the floor and whimpered, curling up in a ball and trying to forget the horror of of the previous day.

It was another long, dark day, only interrupted when food was brought to him and later when he had to use the small hole for the outhouse. The small didn't bother him nearly as much as having to use his newly healed member to relive himself. It didn't hurt as bad as he had imagined, and by the end of the day the pain had all gone away except for a dull ache and the feel of his horn slowly returning to normal.

When once again he was woken by the now standard greeting of, "Good morning, slave" he was feeling almost back to normal, except for the odd sensation of his sheath being just a touch too big now... but he knew it was still the same size, but something else, more vital had been lost instead. When he had peed into that nasty hole his cock didn't quite reach out of his sheath anymore, he had to push it down to expose the tip, his face flushing in shame at the memory, and the pain of using it for the first time. He had held it as long as he could, but finally had to go. He was pretty sure he only screamed a little.

He reeled at a slap, erfing at the blow and wracking his brain to figure out why he was being beaten. It came to him finally as he shook himself fully awake, "Good morning, Mistress."

Risrr slid a foot forward and pointed, "Greet me like a good slave, boy. Lick my toes."

Korath scrunched his face up in disgust, but remembered his escape plan.

Step one, obey the dragoness bitch.

Step two, escape.

He forced down his pride as he leaned over, unsteadily extending his tongue and lucking. Ugh. It was so awful and humiliating, but he continued to lick until her foot shoved his muzzle away. He sighed in relief as the dragoness made a contented sound. She hadn't hit him, or tortured him. His plan was working. He just had to endure. He twitched as she attached a leash to his collar and yanked, pulling him along. He stumbled forward on all fours and followed the dragoness, forcing himself not to tug back, forcing himself to pretend to obey. He was no good boy. He would put a knife into her eye, or heart. Maybe that double edged one she used to... he shuddered, wiping away that image and simply thinking of a sword. Swinging hard, cutting off her head. Like she cut off his... no! He growled and shook his head, his revenge fantasies being ruined by images of his maiming. Maybe he should just rape her, then strangle her. He liked that idea. Hands wrapped around her neck. He smiled with a cruel gleam in his eye, watching the floor pass beneath his muzzle. Only a matter of time now.

He hadn't paid attention to where she had left him, so looked up in surprised as he found himself in a rather well decorated bedroom. It was small, and only had a rug, dresser, cabinet and bed, but all looked very well made. Being a commander paid well he supposed, his mind still twitching away from thinking about his situation, and injury. He followed her to the bed, then climbed onto it, like a pet dog and flushed in humiliation and anger. He didn't dare protest, he knew what would happen if he did, so he just stood on all fours on her bed, naked, collared, shivering at the vulnerable feeling. He yelped as his ass was smacked, cringing.

"Roll over, boy," ordered Risrr, beginning to strip out of her clothes. Peeling off her layers one by one, leather and bits of armor, slowly revealing herself, becoming as naked as the stallion.

He couldn't help but look over the dragoness, surprised to find himself even slightly aroused. She was no delicate mare, no small, petite filly. She had muscles for one, and was taller than he was. Bulky. A tight, hairless pussy and body, big, large breasts. Big, but firm and round. A mare with tits like that would be sagging and gross, but hers were shapely, looking to be firm and soft at the same time, large pert nipples. He gulped as he felt his cock tip emerging from his sheath, his member swelling. Despite his predicament he felt relived that his equipment still worked after his ordeal. He nodded, then rolled onto the side, then onto his back, laying flat with his arms at his side. She wanted to ride him, that wasn't unexpected with her obviously needing to be in control. He could do that... he was a stallion stud after all, his cock was built for pleasuring females. Quickly it rose to full mast, and he let out a half cry at the sight of the scar, and it's missing length.

Before he could recover his mood, the dragoness was upon him, but she wasn't crouching over his hips, but his stomach and chest. He whoofed as she sat, nearly suffocating him as her hands grabbed his head and pulled his nose into her crotch! He mmmphed, his lips pressed to hers, both about the same size. He squirmed, inhaling her scent and groaned. It was a mix of not entirely unpleasant female smells, and the scent of unwashed flesh and sweat. Even the female scent made him wrinkle his nose, slightly alien and worse, way too overpowering. He groaned and struggled under her, and then his entire body jerked as her tailtip slapped down between his legs. He groaned in pain as his balls were smacked hard, gasping out and going limp. "Nnnngh."

"Eat, me, out" she said, enunciating each word clearly as she ground her crotch into the unicorns face again, a hand wrapping around his horn.

Korath's anger flared as his horn was grabbed, but it was quickly smothered by the ache in his belly, and the memory of the first step in his escape plan. Obey the dragoness. He stopped resisting, and nuzzled into her sex with a frown of disapproval. This was what wimps did to please mares. Serving them like pathetic males. A real stallion took his mares from behind with his cock, claiming their pussies with their manhood, not licking like some flower-wearing weakling who didn't have the body or attitude to get females by impressing them. This was beneath him, but he slipped his tongue out and gave her a lick, groaning at the taste, stronger than her smell.

As the pain in his crotch slowly receded, the stallion licked harder, not sure what to do, and not really caring. She said eat her out, and he was. He was obeying, just like she wanted. He thought about biting her. Snapping off her clit... where was it? He nosed and licked, looking and finding the exposed bub. His tongue licked over it and felt her shudder and he smiled, imagining her screams as he tore her sex off with his teeth. His teeth were not pointed and sharp like a dragon or other predator, meant to grab grass and plants and yank them out, not chop them off like some sheep or goat. But they would do the job he knew, crushing her lips, tearing them off as he yanked and twisted his head. He snarled as he pressed his nose into her, tongue licking again. He wanted to hurt her. Maim her like she had him, and she wouldn't heal! She would suffer far worse!

He grunted and groaned as she rode his muzzle, his nose feeling bruised and roughed up by the firm grinding, gasping for breath, his face damp from her arousal. He poked and licked with his tongue, doing as she ordered, waiting for it to all be over, humiliated at being used in such a way. His head pulled back each time her crotch came down, sometimes forgetting to lick entirely as he tried to avoid the worst of it. He let out a groan of relief as she lifted off his nose, and flinched as he saw her looking annoyed down at him.

"That was terrible. Bad boy" she said and slid her body down his to straddle his hips, her clawed hand grabbing his cock, "I'll just have to finish with this."

Korath ngghed as she grabbed his sensitive shaft, whining in fear at what she would do to it this time. She didn't have a knife, but those claws could do just as much damage or worse. He gasped as his cock was tilted up, and she sat down on him, plunging his entire length into her! He arched up against her thighs, feeling her soft, slick and HOT sex coming down over his extra sensitive cock. It was an unexpectedly good sensation, and he let out a whinny of pleasure, bucking up against her. He jerked his hips upward, and dared to reach for her hips, happy not to be slapped away when he did so. His motions were not in time with hers, sometimes driving in as she sat down, but often pulling away as she sat down, thrusting as she lifted up. Finally a hand planted on his chest and shoved him down to the bed and she began to bound on top of him with hard, rough thrusts. It was all too much for him and he let out an equine cry as he came. His balls tightened as he shuddered under her, pumping his cum into her sex, losing himself in pleasure. It felt like it had been years since he had any release, trapped in a nightmare of pain and torture.

Spent, he slumped back onto the bed, panting in a haze of pleasure, cock still throbbing even as he began to soften, his whole body limp from the past days of torment and healing. He looked up hazily at the dragoness over him and his mind snapped back into brutal focus as he saw her expression. Mean, cruel, and very very disappointed. He half-heartedly tried to thrust up against her, but his cock was too limp to do more than push against her tight sex ineffectually like a worm trying to push itself into a clam-shell. His failure and rising panic only made his cock shrivel even more, trying to crawl back into the safety of his sheath.

Risrr lifted off his now nonexistent erection and gave a deep, low growl. "You should be lucky you didn't manage to rescue any females, boy... they would have been very disappointed after giving themselves to you if that is the best you can do!"

Korath flushed in anger, how dare she insult his lovemaking. All the mares he took loved it! But how was he to perform all pinned down like this? If she just got on all fours and let him take her from behind like a proper mare he would... mrrrrmmphaargh! He jerked his head back against the bed as the dragoness had moved without warning to one more straddle his chest, arms pinned to his side and her pussy shoved against his nose. But this time it wasn't just damp with her feminine scent, it was smeared with and leaking out his own cum. Gross! He struggled as she rode his muzzle, this time hardly letting him breath as he was smothered in his own jizz. It was only her force, and the sound of her growls over him that got his tongue licking again, even despite the taste. He forced himself to remember his plan, he had to obey until he could escape. So he made a face, sticking his tongue out as she had instructed. She told him to lick and he would, but that was all that big brutal bitch was going to get!

Risrr was less upset than she looked, as having a unicorn stallion helpless under her was very much an enjoyable thrill. They were not as rare as they had been, but even if they were common they were such pure prey it made her whole body tingle just to know she possessed one, and would soon break him into a properly obedient member of dragon society. Put him in his place, force him to accept it. Like a key sliding into a lock, or a cock into her pussy, the thought of helping him find his Place thrilled her dragon emotions and desires like nothing else. However, a good muzzle rape was a close second! She humped his nose, hands on his horn to keep him in place between her thighs as she pushed against his velvety nose and lips, even his teeth made her groan, the unexpected press of their hard, but smooth shapes pushing against her dripping hot sex making her cry out in pleasure. Soon she bucked and came down hard on his nose, and came hard!

Korath gasped and nearly drowned in a flood of dragon juices, coughing and groaning as the dragoness rolled off him to stretch out beside his trembling body. He panted, and reached up to wipe his mouth, bleahing at the taste. He shuddered, feeling almost like he was raped! But he just fucked a dragoness, kinda... why did it make him feel so weak and small? He let out a yelp as his head was smacked, and slowly turned to face the dragoness who was staring at him. He flinched, shrinking back, then saw her hand moving up to his face. No...

"You disappointed me, boy. I wanted you to make me cum, but I had to do all the work. You didn't do anything at all to pleasure me. I am very, very disappointed."

Korath cringed back further, shaking his head silently as her hand came closer, and closer, watching her fingers with wide eyes as they began to slowly spread.

"You disappointed me, THIS much..."

The stallion whined as he saw her fingers measuring another inch. "Nooo...."

...

It had been worse the second time, knowing what to expect. Crying and screaming, and only quieting when the dragoness started to bring her fingers up. But even the band couldn't keep him fully hard as she strapped his cock into place once more. She had just clucked her tongue in disappointment. When the double bladed knife had hit, he gratefully passed out.

He again wasn't sure how long he was in the darkness. Long enough to have recovered his wits. He was terrified to look, glad of the darkness, not wanting to see the additional scar or the new broken pattern. He imagined his once magnificent shaft looked like a badly put together jigsaw puzzle now and he swallowed in shame and disgust. Reaching down he felt for the scars but they were not rough enough to be easily identified by his fingers, only seen, but that hadn't been enough to overcome his horror at the next realization. Since he hadn't been fully hard, he had lost a larger part of himself this time! He wasn't sure how many more times he could endure this, but when he felt how much was left, he could make a pretty good guess.

He groaned, holding his head in his hands. He had to make sure that never happened to him again! He had to MAKE her never do it again. Force her. Take control, like a stallion. He nodded to himself again, add to his plan now that he knew how she needed to be manipulated. It was a good plan, yes, and he knew just how to keep her from hurting him more. First...

Step one, obey the dragoness.

Step two, please the dragoness.

Step three, escape.

He huddled in the small closet and bit his lip, thinking. Obeying was easy, pleasing her was harder. He had to do things that made her happy, made her feel good. Not just do as he was told, not just pretend, but actually try to pleasure her body and serve her other needs. He made a face but decided next time he would give her a much better licking. Dragoness pussy wasn't that bad... it was still sex, right? He was still using his strong, male, stallion body to get his way. It was just taking longer because she was such a fucking bitch! He had to show her, had to make her suffer. After he escaped of course. He had his plan after all... just obey and please the dragoness bitch until he escaped.

He sunk back down onto the floor, mind alternating between strangling her, and making love to her until she came over and over in pleasure. Maybe... maybe even getting called a good boy for once.

He licked his lips, imagining a dragoness pussy in front of him. He would do better next time, so much better. It was all part of the plan.