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Saereth's Decision

The peace that came from having been bred for the first time wore off swiftly within Saereth. Her father began making demands of her, telling her that as the one who had taken her virginity, as the only remaining blood relative, she owed it to him to mate with him. He even began demanding that she bear him a child, since of course, dragons have no genetic disorders. This story is the sequel to the story in which Saereth loses her virginity, and explains why she lives on her own at such a young age.

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The day it happened, Saereth was sleeping. She was uneasy when she went to bed, her father had been acting very off most of the day, and she had had to refuse his sexual advances many times that day. When she went to bed, he had been masturbating in the den, all the lights out, just sitting there, squeezing his member rhythmicly, his hand stroking the blanket stained with the blood of her virginity. She had watched him at this activity for some minutes, and entertained the thought for a few moments that she could perhaps at least suck his cock, relieve a few of his needs. But the intensity of his brooding restlessness kept her away. She simply shut her door, aware for the first time that her door didn't have a lock...

She was restlessly sleeping when it happened. She had of course removed all clothing before she slept, and being a hot-blooded dragoness, she had masturbated once before falling asleep on her stomach. As she slumbered, her father crept into her room, silently stalking to her bedside, his body naked, his member erect and angrily pulsing. Her father had gone into the male version of heat that day, and no amount of reasoning or refusal was going to make him stop what he had planned.

He leapt silently onto the footboard of her bed, where he stood for a moment, gripping the posters of her bed, his tail twitching behind him as he contemplated the sprawled naked body of his only child. The only female in the house, thus, the only one he could relieve his needs on. In his state of arousal, it never occured to him that this was wrong, that he could have found any female to fuck, he thought only of sinking his straining erection into a hot pussy and humping her until she screamed.

He leapt from the footboard to the bed, his hands landing just above her shoulders, his feet landing just beside her knees. He quickly smothered her surprised cry with one hand as he slid his erect member into her body, his body pressing hard on hers, keeping her from moving. She began to struggled against him at the first painful thrust into her woke her fully, but he had her firmly held. His feet and legs held her legs, keeping her from kicking or squirming away. His body laid on top of her, hot and heavy, keeping her from moving any of her torso or upper body. He held her hands over her head with one free hand and then began to thrust against her in earnest, his erection too large for her to take in one motion. Her sex was dry, and his cock rasped as it entered her, making her squirm harder with each lunge, with each painful motion into her. It didn't matter to him that she was dry, all he could think about was the heat of her sex, the glorious feeling of burying himself in a female.

Saereth clenched all of her muscles together, trying to keep him from penetrating her fully, trying to keep this from happening. Tears slid down her face as her father continued to thrust into her, his body sliding against her small body. He grunted against her with each thrust, his breath hot and scorching on her cheek. Saereth started to sob in earnest, her body wracked with sobs, but even this did not make her father stop his assault.

He bludgeoned past all of her barriers, his cock tearing into the now blood-soaked tissue of her body, his massive erection finally hilting itself within her. He hissed softly when his cock struck home, her hot soft thights flush with his thighs. He laid like that for a moment, savoring the hot flesh against him, his mind lost in lust as he started to hump her, rapidly pushing against her, his hand releasing her arms so that he could reach down and grasp a breast, which he squeezed hard, making Saereth scream a shrill sound of pain mingled with the hideous pleasure she was beginning to feel.

Saereth felt shamed that she was starting to grow moist, that her body was accepting this invader, that this bludgeoning force buried so deeply within her was making her become aroused. She lacked the strength to fight him as his hand squeezed her breast again, and his frantic pace continued, his hips slapping against hers, making the bed creak. Each time he pulled away from her, his barbs making her feel prickles of pleasure, she laid there, panting, waiting for him to come crashing down again, and each time he did, his weight falling on top of her once more, pounding into her with a grunt.

Eventually, his pleasure at pounding into her seemed to wane, and he slowed a little, just enough for her to have a few moments to pant, her body slick with sweat and blood. He grunted above her, then thrust one last time, his member penetrating further than ever, his knot swelling within her even as he hissed and bit her shoulder, his hips going into a rapid painful humping motion as his seed filled her, flooding into her body, making her shiver with the impact of the knowledge that her father had just raped her and she had enjoyed it just a little. He had raped her, filled her with his seed, and she was pinned to her own bed by his hot body.

He laid there, his body hot and heavy on her, his member tied inside her, showing no signs of becoming smaller with the release of his seed. Saereth laid beneath him, the tears falling down her face. He did nothing, acted like she wasn't even there, and when he got his breath back, he pulled from her with a painful backwards lunge. He left the room without even a backwards glance.

Saereth laid there for some time, the seed spilling onto her bed, cold and stiff on her thighs and legs, the pain throbbing slowly within her. Eventually, she stood up, got dressed, all as if in a trance, then she picked up her wallet, went into the living room, opened her father's wallet, and took out every bit of money he had in it. She could hear him in the shower, and she was dimly aware that he was singing. She didn't care. Pocketing the money, she went to the front door, opened it, stepped outside, and shut the door. She walked away, walking very stiffly, pain throbbing through her with every step as she walked into the dark night.

She never went home again. Her father was dead to her after that, and she would never speak to him again.

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Saereth is Gang-banged

Saereth shivered as she huddled in a doorway on the outskirts of the town where she had grown up. She had little money left, her clothing was torn, she was wet and cold, and she couldn't see how her life could get much worse. She's been running away from home for about a week, and was at a loss as to what to do. Where to go.

As she huddled there, her knees pulled up under her chin, her hair wet and sodden, her body shivering, she thought about her options. She looked down at herself... young...shapeshifter...beautiful when clean, and she came to the conclusion that there was only one thing that a female like her could do.

Become a whore. But she knew...she would need a pimp. To try to sell herself would only result in rape and loss of money.

So she stood up, brushed herself off, and headed to the public showers. She would have to be clean before any pimp would even think of accepting her into his service. When she was finally clean and dry, she simply left her shredded tatters of clothing, and left the bathhouse, naked, clad only in her long flowing mane. She pinched her nipples, making them red, and proceeded to grow her breasts to a moderate D sized-cup. She stroked her lean body, ensuring that she had just a little layer of fat to make herself look sleek and healthy. She spread the lips of her sex just a little and pinched them, making her sex dampen with just a hint of feminine juices. She walked outside, her head held high, her body displayed.

It didn't take long before a seedy looking male dragon approached her. His scales looked ill-kept and there was a glitter of avarice in his eyes as he walked up to her. She smiled at him, quirking her hips, her tongue darting out to sweep across her lips as he walked up close to her.

"Whatcha want, handsome?" She said with a smile.

"A piece of that ass, pretty lady."

Saereth knew that this was how it all started. The pimp would send the dirty slob to see if the girl was broken enough to allow him to have sex with her. Then others would approach, all desiring a different sex act. If she was willing to go through all of that, the pimp would take her on, and she would be safe. So Saereth did what she knew she had to. She held out her hand.

The dragon dropped a ragged wad of cash into her hand, roughly $20, and Saereth tucked it between her ample cleavage. As she stood there, naked, in full view of the world, the male dragon shrugged off his oversized jacket, pulled down his torn and stained pants, and revealed his erection, a slimy black thing oozing a viscous fluid. Saereth shuddered with revulsion, then shut her eyes, turned around, and knelt before him. She knew the code phrase. He wanted anal sex, and this was customary. The most painful of the sexual positions to start with.

She refused to let herself cry at her degredation. Instead, she purred softly, reaching behind her to run a finger down her ample cheeks, her tail lifted high, waving a little in invitation. The dragon didn't even hesitate. He sank himself into her, wedging his goo-covered cock between her ass cheeks, her body arching with the pain even as she consciously tried to relax her muscles. There wasn't any lessening of the pain she felt though, as his thick hot dick pounded into her, spearing her ass, thrusting hard and fast into her.

She could smell the dirt and grime on him, and she shuddered at the feeling of his dirty hands on her bare skin, his thighs wet with sweat as they beat against her, his balls pounding her soft scales. He grunted with each hard thrust, each thrust spurting a gush of thick heavy seed into her guts, the pain and humiliation exciting her at this point. She knew she had to do this right, so with each thrust, she squeezed, her muscles clamping around him, delaying the heights of his pleasure, roughly stimulating him until with a loud shout and a burst of hot seed, he climaxed completely within her.

He fell on top of her, his body hot and sweaty, dirt and grime smearing her scales. When he pulled from her, she simply knelt there as the hot seed trickled from her ass to drip to the concrete beneath her legs. She laid there, sensing his presense still, waiting for him to say something.

She felt something drift down to hit her back. She stood slowly, her face not betraying the pain of her stretched ass. He had dropped another $20 on her. She looked at him. He spoke.

"You're a nice hot fuck, lady. I'll see you again." then he walked off, leaving her standing there, gripping her money.

She waited until he was gone, then straightened completely, wiping the slick juices from her body, cleaning herself as best as she could. She squeezed until she could no longer feel the seed oozing around in her ass, then she sighed and once more stood on the corner, awaiting the next fucker. She knew the first male would be discussing her with a prospective pimp, telling him how she was.

She didn't have long to wait. A tall lean dragon approached her, his lips curled in a cruel sneer, his shorts hiding nothing of what was obviously a bulging erection. She didn't wait for him to reach her, instead, she walked the short distance to him and twined herself around him, pressing her breasts to his chest even as she wrapped a leg around his and pressed her naked sex to his bare leg. She purred up at him, stroking a hand lightly down his chest even as she felt thrills of revulsion through her body.

"What will it be, sir?" she said with the proper amount of submission a cowed dragoness was supposed to show.

He grinned down at her and kissed her, weaseling his way down her throat with his long drooling tongue. She suppressed her gag reflex and stood still, letting him dip his tongue down her throat. She felt a wad of cash press against her hands and again, she tucked it between her breasts.

He released her lips, then licked his, a look of lust across his features.

"I want you to fill that hot slick mouth with my dick, pretty lady."

Saereth nodded and knelt before him, facing his waist. On her knees, she was just level with his crotch. She reached her nimble fingers to his zipper and slowly pulled it down, her fingers slipping lightly against his erection. He groaned, thrusting his hips a little against her, until she had pulled the zipper all the way down.

His erection sprang free, and Saereth blinked at the length and girth of it. Nearly double the size of the first dragon, this cock gleamed red and swollen, the precum dripping from it like drool, the balls large as baseballs. His cock was only partially erect, and as Saereth watched, it seemed to grow to twice its length and girth, to a size Saereth knew would stretch her mouth and hurt her tender throat. She didn't hesitate though.

She gently held his balls as her lips touched the thick swollen head of his penis. He groaned, his hand gripping her mane as his hips jerked against her. She started to purr, knowing the vibrations would heighten his pleasure. As she stroked his balls, her tongue flicked up and down his length, slow licks alternating with slow nips on the hard shaft. He groaned, gripping her harder. Slowly, inch by inch, lick by lick, she swallowed him down, his member pressing against her throat. She kept swallowing against him, a hard squeeze with her saliva lubricating the contact.

Finally, his balls slapped against her chin as she swallowed him completely, the entire length deep in her throat. her mouth was so stretched, she could hardly breathe. The pain made her breathe harder, panting against him, wanting to scream. Slow thick streams of seed were steadily flowing down her throat, swelling her belly with the sheer volume of his seed. As he pushed deep in her throat, he began a steady motion of humping her mouth, pulling her hair as he thrust as deep as he could, and pulling out, inch by slow inch, her teeth and tongue lapping at him, the thick taste of his masculinity hot on her tongue. She slurped on the head with each time he pulled from her, making sucking motions around the thick heat, the seed filling her mouth as she swallowed against him. He shuddered hard against her with every swallow she made, with each time she stroked her soft hands down his hot wet member.

As he thrust hard into her, his motions so violent it tore her lips and blood began to run down his member, Saereth felt the beginnings of a dragon knot forming a few inches from the base of his cock. As she knelt there, her throat raw with the heat of the seed, the knot swelled so large it pressed every surface in her mouth, making her want to gag so much. She knelt there, seeing stars, unable to breathe from the massiveness that was swelling in her throat and mouth. She worked against it, all of her throat muscles struggling to cast the invader from her.

He groaned above her, shivering violently as he climaxed, his seed pouring down her throat, a hot stream of lava on the sore tissue, filling her belly to the point that it bulged out. His knot kept him within her, her teeth sharp little pricks on the soft skin. As he emptied himself within her, his knot gradually began to shrink, but he still held her head against his groin, even as blackness began to surround her vision.

When he finally pulled himself from her, she fell to the ground with a shallow cry as she gasped for air, seed dripping from her mouth. She didn't spit though, instead, she swallowed it down. She knew that vomiting or spitting would show rejection of the male, and she knew that was a bad thing if she wanted to be successful.

She lifted her head and saw that he stood there, as if waiting. She knew what he wanted. With slow, leisurely flicks that didn't show even a little of the agony she felt in her torn mouth, she cleaned his member, licking all the seed and blood and saliva from it, lavishing attention on the head which still drooled a little. She cleaned him until with a pat on her head, he withdrew from her attentions.

She knelt there, head down, hair in her face, as she waited for his response.

"Obviously new, but you'll learn. You'll make a good fuck. You suck well."

He dropped more money at her feet, and she simply set it into her cleavage, and knelt there until she heard him walk away. Then she slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and returned to her corner, to await the next customer.

This time, it was a long time before any male approached. This time, it was a young male that came upon her, a very cute, very clean looking male. She was scared by this, knowing that this went counter to all the rules. She knew that she hadn't been broken yet, that there was still a lot that she would have to go through before a pimp would even consider her, and this turn of events frightened her. She stared at him, wide-eyed, nto sure what to do.

He walked towards he until he stood right before her. She could see the gleam of greed in his eyes, and she sighed inward with relief. This guy wanted one thing, and just because he was well-kept didn't mean he wasn't exactly what she expected. She smiled at him and pressed her assets against him.

"What will you have, handsome? All yours for the taking..."

He smiled at her, his teeth sharp and white in the waning light around them.

"I want pussy, sweet thing. Hot wet pussy around me. But not here...in that alley there. I don't like to fuck in the middle of the sidewalk."

She stared at him, startled and a little alarmed. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. It was customary, take the dragoness in plain view of the world, not in the shadows. The only reason to retreat to shadows was to do violence or commit some strange sex act not acceptable in public. But this male wanted nothing more than vaginal sex...so why would he want to use an alleyway? She knew she was trapped though, so she took his hand and let him lead her down the alley.

She stood in the shadows, looking expectantly at his gleaming eyes, her hands trailing down her breasts to stroke her soft sides. She licked her lips, then spoke.

"How do you want me, big man? Against the wall, on the ground, or on my knees?"

He growled softly, his hand reaching out to grip the soft flesh of a breast as he pulled her close and kissed her swollen mouth hard and forcefully.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out, little slut, right here against this wall. And when I'm done, I'm going to do it again. And again."

His grip tightened and she gasped out in pain, her legs shaking as the words penetrated her mind. He wasn't looking for just sex. He was going to be violent. She had heard about how some males would get aggressive, and she knew that this could happen, but somehow, she hadn't thought it would happen to her. She knew now though...nothing was going to stop this encounter. She'd allowed him to take her to the alley, and in so doing, she'd let slip any opportunity to run. He had her, and she knew that he was going to hurt her.

His hands gripped her tightly, one holding her hands over her head, the other tightly holding her breast. He shoved her against the wall, her soft body hit it with a thud and a groan. She looked at him, her eyes wide and pleading, and she saw only lust and aggression in his eyes. She knew better than to scream, so she shut her eyes and strove to relax her muscles, anything to make this less painful.

His lips closed against hers, a harsh brutal kiss as his tongue snaked between her lips, curling around her soft little tongue, his mouth sucking the air from hers. He held the kiss for a long time, until she was seeing stars from lack of air, then he released her lips and started to flick his tongue down her neck. His sharp teeth touched the base of her neck, twin razors on the soft senstive skin. She felt tiny trickles of blood fall, trailing down her body. His tongue followed, tracing a cruel path down her body, between her breasts, nipping and coiling its way across the sensitive flesh. He growled against her, his teeth closing over a nipple, his mouth pulling against it, making her arch her back and utter a muffled scream.

He moved further down, his mouth licking and stroking the sweat from her, his teeth making tiny bites all across her most sensitive areas. When he reached her crotch, he paused for a moment, then stuck his muzzle in the soft folds, then sniffed, a deep inhaling that ran hot air through her. She felt her pussy moisten just a little at that subtle motion, and then he bit her. Just as she felt that tiny prickle of pleasure, his teeth closed on the soft little clit just inside the folds of her sex, and she couldn't help it, she screamed. As the hot blood flowed, his tongue lapped at it, diving into her sex, making her feel pleasue despite the pain.

He continued to lap at the hot blood, his tongue curling around the tiny tortured bud even as one of his hands began stroking the soft skin of her ass, a finger moving from her anus to the folds of her sex and back again, a line of fire on her body. She felt the pleasure building in her body, despite how she felt. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry, wanted to fall down and sob from the humilation and degredation of this male and his dominance. She felt the hot tears starting to flow down her cheeks, even as the pleasure built steadily, each new flick of his tongue across her sex a tortured throb of pleasure.

The pleasure built until she knew she was going to climax, her body arching in a powerful, massive orgasm. Her sex spasmed around the hot tongue of that random male, and he lapped at the sex juices, greedily sucking them from her, even as she cried in shame and fear and humilation. She felt her defenses shudder then, all of her walls falling down, all of her body owned and possessed by this male who hadn't even put his dick in her. She knew then...with his painful embrace...this male had broken her. This male had dominated her, and proved his right to own her. She would belong to him now...no matter what he did, she would come back to him. She knew this, and she cried inside as her soul seemed to fall into a million pieces.

His tongue retreated from her with one final lash, and he released her, letting her slump to the ground as his feet. She groaned, her head down, the waves of pleasure still traveling through her. He reached down adn gripped her chin, raising her head to look him in the eyes. He stared deep into her eyes, then smiled at what he saw.

He reached down and pulled down his pants, revealing a flaccid member, a long black thing covered in large barbs. He lifted the flaccid thing, holding it gently in his hand while he held her head up. He grinned, then spoke.

"close your eyes bitch, this is going to hurt."

Saereth realized what he was going to do the moment it was too late. A burning stream struck her in the face and trickled down her muzzle to flow down her body, burning like acid on her scales, smelling acrid and strong with male pheromones. He groaned as he released on her, his urine marking her, flowing across her face, marking her as his. He pissed for a long time, until it puddle around her and tiny streams flowed all across her kneeling body, mixing with the tears of her humilation. When he finally stopped, he shook it, then stared down at her.

"Now you are my bitch."

She nodded, accepting this, her will completely subverted to his. When he grabbed her hands once more and pulled her up, she didn't resist, instead she passively allowed herself to be hauled around. Her body hit the wall with a wet thud and only a burst of air escaped her. She no longer had the will to scream.

His member had hardened at that point, and she vaguely saw that it had a sharp head to it when it was erect, and the barbs jutted from it like obscene fishing hooks. She closed her eyes then, not wanting to see it as he took her. She didn't even scream as the male rammed it into her, shoving so hard and so fast that the breath was knocked out of her. He shoved it into her damp sex with one hard vicious thrust, all of it dissapearing into her in a flash of horrible pain and agony. Her muscles all tightened involuntarily, which only furthered her pain as the muscles of her sex were speared with the barbs of his member.

With the wall behind her, and him within her, there was nowhere she could run, nothing she could do. He continued to hump into her, his hips hitting hers forcefully, his balls slapping wetly against her flesh. When he pulled from her, the hooks tore deep rivers of fire in her sex, making blood flow in a hot stream around his member to drip to teh ground around them. He kept lunging against her, driving it into her unresisting body, his body hard and pounding.

Eventually, she vaguely felt his knot swelling,a nd she knew he was nearing his completion, so soon after starting. When he came up short, tied within her, he growled in frustration, and his teeth closed on a breast, biting deeply as his climax hit him. His seed poured into her, filling her bowels, a hot lava-like flow that welled into every corner of her body, it seemed like. he held her there, against that wall, as his seed continued to spill, until finally he was able to pull from her with a wet plop.

He dropped her to the ground and let his still-hard member continue to spurt little bursts of seed across her body, marking her yet again with his pheromones. She simply laid there until he had finished. Eventually the hot flow stopped, and she simply stayed in that posture of submission, her head down, her body shivering with the pain of his dominance. Silent tears flowed down her face.

She could feel him staring at her, staring down at her, his eyes combing her body. When he spoke, she lifted her head just a little, to watch him in turn.

"You'll do" he said softly, before running his hands gently down her body, spreading a healing magick across her scales. "You'll do fine, little dragoness. My name is Alex, and I've chosen you to be my whore."

She knew then...what all this had been. He had not been breaking her to be cruel, he'd been breaking her to his will. He was going to be her pimp...and by this display, he had proven his dominance, thus ensuring her loyalty. She belonged to him, and she knew this, he knew this...and it would be okay. As the ache of her hurts faded to a dim memory, she slowly stood up, still smelling strongly of his pheromones, still his.

She did what she knew she had to do. She pulled out the money that she had tucked between her breasts, and she handed it to him, then knelt once more in submission. He raised her up, placed a collar around her neck, naming her as his, and so began her life as a whore.