Drone
Saffron stood alone in a beam of cold blue light, the only figure in an otherwise dark room. No breeze tickled her feathers, but a chill radiating up form the metal floor made her shiver. Her green tank top and khaki cut offs had been taken while she was still unconscious, replaced by thick leather straps that bit into her skin and made her large breasts jut out shapely. Her tail and wrists were bound above her head by manacles of a similar fashion; though her ankles were free, Saffron's claws were covered by heavy leather boots. A chain rattled over head whenever she tried to move.
A shape appeared in the shadows-dragonic, but not like any the young woman had seen before. Without a word, the drake fastened more straps around Saffron's face: a coller 'round her neck attached to a strip of leather behind and over her head. It forked between her eyes and connected to a thick metal bit that was forced into Saffron's beak and over her lounge. She was unable to move a hair as more straps went across her cheeks and under her beak, forming an obscene falconer's hood. As quiet as he came, the drake left.
When he returned later, Saffron didn't know how much time had elapsed-if any-but the purple and gold dragon now stood naked before her. He pinched her nipples with gleaming claws, and Saffron found that she could only toss her head in response. With wide eyes she struggled in vain as he pulled and rolled the nubs until they were swollen and sensitive. His black forked lounge made a wet trail down her belly. Saffron only groaned when the fever-hot lounge flicked over her clit like a snake's. She trembled, half in fear and half lust as muscular, hard scaled hands slid over her body. As hot as the drake's steamy breath, Saffron panted and grunted like an animal while the fur of her thighs grew slick.
Her eyes closed, Saffron did not notice a second, smaller drake enter the light area with a silvery cart. Dark liquid sloshed in a transparent tub enmeshed by gilding. When the diamond sharp and icy cool claws stopped slicing through the fur on her ass, the gryphon slit her eyes. She watched, rolling her hips and thrusting at empty air while the drakes-both purple and navy-watched with slick black cocks brushing their belly scales. Only when the drake with dark blue and white scales jerked his snout upward did they move. In concert, they plunged their hands into the vat, and in an almost reverent manor, hoisted a creature for it's tank. Now Saffron tried to scream, but the hood and jesses served their purpose well-not a sound escaped, no limb could she move.
It looked like a mating of jellyfish and insect; uncountable finger thin streamers hung from a boneless lavender tinged body while two opalescent multi-faceted eyes watched Saffron unblinking. As the dorsal frills of darker, not-quite-purple flesh quivered, fat heavy droops of liquid dropped to the floor with a loud splat. If not for the biting of the harness and chill metals, Saffron would have thought it all a nightmare. The tentacles yearned for her, fluttering over her stomach like butterflies. They roamed over her skin, parting thick fur and leaving slimy trails. All too soon she felt the familiar aching throb as her body betrayed her. Soft but powerful, the tentacles began twining around her stomach, pulling them closer; still the drakes didn't release the creature, Saffron's show wasn't over. From within the nest of tentacles, a segmented and worm like column grew. Mushroom shaped and glossy tar black with warty bumps covering the head, she knew perfectly well what the wrist thick appendage had to be. She whined deep in her throat, but didn't move to close her knees. It jerked and moved, as if of it's own accord, and with surprising care the drakes released the creature. Tentacles looped around her stomach and threaded between her legs pulled tight, and, agonizingly slow, the creature's cock slid into Saffron's pussy. Extacy as she was forced wide and filled. Saffron felt every pearl and ridge as it glided past. The core of the creature hung heavily between her thighs, it's hidden mouthparts nibbling and tugging at her swollen clit.
The drakes took her knees gently, pulling them towards Saffron's chest and holding them there. Searching tentacles found, penetrated her tight asshole. Saffron came, muscles tightening.
The creature began to fuck her, slow first. It's speed increased rapidly, wet smacking as it's flesh slapped hers. Tentacles in her virgin ass roiled and twisted like eels. She thrust her body down, crying, begging for more. Harder. Saffron came again, wings mantled and head thrown back. It blew a load of molasses thick cum. Saffron felt the hotter than blood black jizum explode.
The thick cock slid out of her pussy and flopped listlessly, but the creature didn't move. Instead, a thin white tentacle replaced the cock. Cold and hard, Saffron grunted as it forced it's mindless way into her pussy. The organ spilled a river of icy cool tapioca beads into her cunt, as though fresh from a refrigerator.
Wordlessly her knees were lashed to the spreader bar above Saffron's ears, the drake and creature leaving her alone. She met the rising darkness blissfully.
***
When she awoke, Saffron was released from the harnesses and hood. She was naked and alone in the same strange, sterile room. She doubled over when pain gripped her abdomen. On all fours, Saffron grunted and moaned. Ever so slowly, a lavender shape appeared in her pussy. High in the air, she couldn't see it, but the drakes watching from the shadows were pleased. The blunt end was only slightly rounded and nearly the size of a man's fist. She screeched in delight and pain as a spiral shape grew, and the size flared to larger than a grapefruit. It dropped to the ground with a clattering sound.
An emerald colored drake appeared, a smug grin on his face. He wrapped a powerful arm around her chest, pulling Saffron to her feet. As more craps gripped her, the drake simply fingered her pussy, using the running fluids to coat a gleaming glass rod. Using her tail for leverage, he forced the first marble into her ass, pulled it out, and thrust in again. Slowly he used the cool marbles to ream her ass, sometimes deliciously rough, or painfully slow. Each orgasm brought waves of contractions, spilling more eggs from her pussy.