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Iron Author: Dragon Dungeon Mistress Drakina, Slave Greg For Faceless_Lord By Draconicon

The pink husky shivered as she was brought into the mountain, one of a few select 'companions' that the party-goers were bringing along with them. Then again, considering her mistress, Greg doubted that she would be considered that lucky by many of the people there.

She blushed as she was led by a leash by Mistress Drakina into the main room of the mountain. Unlike some of the other visitors, the husky was completely naked, her breasts bouncing around with every step she took, and her ass wobbling around from all the size that her mistress had shoved into it. Her cock...oh, her cock was painfully hard, jutting forward like some oversized novelty toy, but it was nothing compared to everything else that she felt from her bare feet.

"Why...why is the ground so cold, Mistress?!"

Greg hopped about on her oversized feet, her soles tingling every time that she put them down on the stone floor. It really was terribly cold for her, but at the same time, it sent a tremble up her cock every time that she felt them touch the cool rock. It was torment, making her drip all the way along. While the slick pre was its own sort of warmth, it made her cock throb that much more, and considering the other functions of the various rings along her shaft, it was its own sort of torment.

Mistress Drakina chuckled at her, shaking her head.

"My brother enjoys the cold. I believe that he likes to think that he's immune to it. He's not, of course, but he has warmed it up for today."

If this is warm, I'd hate to be around normally, Greg thought, shaking her head.

It didn't get any better as some of the other guests in the main chamber looked at her. She could see that some of the guests were disappearing into some of the side rooms, likely going off for some fun with other people hosting it, but most of them were still milling about. She'd guess that they were either waiting their turn or working up the nerve to make a -

"Hey, Drakina! Drakina!"

Some fox came running out of the crowd, dashing up to her mistress. Greg blushed as the fox blatantly looked the dragoness up and down, and then had the audacity to reach for the mistress's cock.

"How do I get a chance to ride this thing?"

"Oh, aren't you an eager slut? Go and fill out the paperwork. But make sure that you're ready; I've been known to put foxes in the hospital when they didn't know their own limits."

"Ooooooh, promises, promises."

"Reality, reality, slut."

The dragoness slapped the fox's retreating ass before turning back to her. Greg looked up, blushing, as her mistress pulled the leash a little tighter.

"Awww, is the little slut-dog jealous that her mistress has more than one toy? Don't you remember the harem back home?"

"I...I remember, Mistress."

"Then you should know that I am more than popular. And I plan on having my fun with as many of these guests as possible. Perhaps, however, you would prefer I lock you up in the middle of the room? Let everyone fuck your face and your ass like the happy little girly slut you are?"

The pink husky blushed, shaking her head. Even with all her conditioning, she wasn't sure she could take that. It would be beyond any of the other humiliations heaped on her back in Suresh, where Drakina came from. It would be -

The leash pulled, and she was off behind the purple dragoness, dragged towards the center of the room. Greg didn't even have the opportunity to fight, only the need to moan and shiver as her feet kept pounding down on the cold stone on the floor.

Her mistress dragged her into the precise middle of the room, and onto a table which was covered in papers. Greg was turned, forced to face the rest of the room as Drakina snapped her fingers. The sound echoed through the chamber, and everyone - slowly or quickly - turned to face her and...and Greg.

"Please..."

"Heh, you were the one that gave me the idea, slave."

The dragoness turned back to the room, gesturing at the husky. Greg wanted to do nothing more than leap off of the table, but her conditioned obedience held her there, the husky unable to so much as twitch a finger as Mistress Drakina spoke.

"Many of you know what I do for a living. I condition slaves, and work enchantments. If any of you are considering a more permanent slave, this is just one example of what I can do to a male."

Greg flushed, her cheeks burning as the crowd gasped. She tried to move her arms to cover herself, but nothing happened. She was completely on display, and she had a guess that her mistress was using magic to keep her hands down, keeping her breasts and her dick on display for the crowd.

"This husky was once fairly normal. Not much more than a club slut, but with some work and training, she learned how to be her true self. Now, we have a chaste, horny little whore of a dog, always lifting her tail and begging to be stuffed in her little asshole. Well, in her used-to-be-little asshole. Now it's a gaping mess, isn't it, slave?"

"Y-yes, mistress."

"Turn around and show them."

She couldn't help but follow the order, her cheeks burning red through her pink fur. Greg turned around, her hands moving back to her fat ass, and she pulled at the cheeks. The cold air sliding between pressing against her hole, left her gasping, and what was there seemed to do the same to the crowd. Drakina chuckled.

"As you can see, kept well plugged. The jewels are somewhat customizable, though I think a purple one works well for a slave owned by me. Push it out, slut."

Bearing down on the plug was something that Greg didn't do very often, let alone in public. However, her body obeyed, driven to keep to its obedience of her mistress over any sort of common sense. The husky whimpered as she pushed at the plug, feeling her asshole distending from the sheer size of it. It stretched, pushing out slowly, the plug end lifting off of her rim...

CLANG!

The metal plug, more than five inches across, flopped down onto the table. It was completely clean - mistress had given her a spell that erased all waste from her - but the plug itself was bigger than her fist, and reached a goodly length into her. It was a constant reminder of the only use of her hole, to serve cock.

Everyone stared at it, and Greg shivered at the sheer lightness that came from not being plugged. The thing was pure metal, and it was like carrying around more than fifty pounds of weight inside of her ass every day. Having it out made her feet utterly light.

Her mistress, however, just picked it up and shoved it back in after everyone got a good look at her gaping hole. Greg took it, letting it slide back in with hardly a groan.

"As you can see, very well trained, and happy to be used. This was once a male, and while he was a bottom, he wasn't nearly ready for this. However, all it took was a good bit of work, some magic, and now..."

"Now, I am Mistress Drakina's devoted slave, foot stool, and toy."

She said it without prompting, and it was true...true enough. Greg was still humiliated for it, and still needy as all hell and wanted more than she got, but she was devoted and loyal, and did everything she could to keep the mistress happy.

That was all that really mattered.

Drakina pulled on the leash, dragging her back off of the table, and Greg blushed as a number of guests came running up. Her breasts were fondled, pushed up and left to fall again with soft smacks against her chest. Her cock was grabbed, squeezed, fondled, even stroked a few times, which made her feel all the more needy. Her ass was groped, spread, her plug flicked and tugged...

And above all, her feet.

There were definitely foot fetishists among the crowd, some of them who actually grabbed her by the ankle and lifted her feet off of the ground. The big, pink soles were exposed again and again, and every time that someone touched them -

"AH!"

She whimpered and moaned, covering her face as her cock spurted pre from the simplest pokes. A lick along her sole would drive out a rope of it, and the time that someone smacked it with their claws -

"NNNNGH!"

She collapsed to the floor, grinding her dick in the puddle that was left behind from that. Everyone pointed and laughed, and she blushed in deepest shame.

Her only relief came when her mistress started dragging her along, the husky unable to even pull herself upright from all the sensations that she was dealing with. Greg just curled up in a fetal position as she was dragged out of the main room, barely conscious of anything but the constantly building need in her crotch.

It was only when she was pulled out, and felt her feet get locked in shackles, that she realized that they were no longer surrounded by a crowd. The husky opened her eyes, looking around the room, and shivered as she realized that they were in a much different dungeon.

This one was stocked exclusively with foot bondage toys, with ropes measured specifically for toe pulling and spreading, feathers along the walls, brushes and spiked wheels on trays, even various powders that seemed to be in foot-shaped holes. It was like someone had designed a dungeon specifically for -

"Torture time, little Toy."

Toy. That was the word that had become her name, in a big way. Greg still remembered the old name, most of the time, but when her mistress was tormenting her or using her harder than usual, it disappeared, and she would only be Toy. The idea left her shivering; it had been almost a week since her mistress had pushed her that hard.

As Mistress Drakina looked around the room for the things she wanted, Greg took in the situation for herself, looking to see what was going on. She was bound up with her arms behind her head and her rump tied to a table, while her feet hung off the end and were tied up by a stock that kept the ankles together, and was supported by a rope that went up towards the ceiling. Her big feet were kept together by another rope on the big toes, keeping them from squirming away from each other, and...

And her cock drooled over her breasts, held right between them from its sheer size and its needy state. She blushed, squirming a bit and trying not to moan when she ended up giving herself a momentary titjob.

Mistress Drakina returned with a series of things to add to the toys already before them, including several metal rods and a burning firepot. Greg stared at the latter with wide eyes, and looked up at the dragoness again.

"What...what's that for, mistress?"

"I'm going to see just how much torture your feet can take before you cum from them again. I think your record back home was about four minutes of torture before climax, hmm?"

"...Four and a half, I think, mistress."

Greg didn't like where this was going. Not one bit. Mistress Drakina chuckled, picking up a bottle and slowly pulling out the cork.

"Let's see if we can break that record. And maybe, just maybe, we'll break your mind a little further in the process."

She upended the bottle, and Greg watched as her feet were slathered with a thick, yellow oil. It spread down along her toes, washing down over the balls of her feet and then down the arch. More of it spilled down the top, leaving little strings of the color amidst the pink fur, but more than that, it left her...tingly.

It was a new sort of tingle, not quite the itching powder that had been used on her feet before, but not like the pepper sauce that mistress had used another time. It wasn't quite a pain, but it wasn't a pleasure, either. It was just...sensation.

While Greg tried to pull her mind together to figure out what it was, her mistress pushed the little firepot under her heels. The feeling of heat was a relief after the cold floors, but as the oil spread further and further down, getting closer to her heels, the tingle started to translate into something else. Almost like a sizzle going on, her foot flesh heating up more and more, like her feet were pressed close to some actual fire, or to a -

"NNNGH!"

Greg jerked back at the sudden heat that burned up her heel when the oil touched it, almost feeling like the fire was getting pressed directly to her ankle and heel. She wriggled, but the ropes held her in place, keeping her from pulling back. It burned, it burned, it burned!

The heat spread up the oil, feeling like a torch was being held directly to her soles, fire pressing against her arches and against the long, narrow bottom of her foot. Droplets of sweat popped out like a swell of needles through the oil, but it only made it worse, making it spread further and sink into her skin in a different way.

As she screamed, the husky tossed her head back and forth, her toes curling in a desperate attempt to get away from the heat. Even that was impossible. She watched the fire leap from the pot to her heels, staring as her feet took on a fire-like shimmer to the fur and the sides of them.

"You're burning my feet!"

"No, I'm just frying them."

Greg knew that there'd be no permanent damage here, and she knew that there'd be no actual incinerating of body parts. She could see that the fire wasn't actually consuming her fur, but the oil on them. But seeing her feet on fire, and feeling the heat coming from it, terrified her and flat out HURT!

But...

But through it all, her cock throbbed, smacking back against her breasts again and again as the waves of fire ran up through her soles, burning from her heel towards her toes again and again. She shivered, shaking her head, screaming, tossing her body back and forth.

FLARE went the heat, shooting in a wave from her heels towards her toes, and she screamed as her cock twitched, spurting a shot of pre almost to the ceiling.

FLARE went the fire, running up in a gust of it as more oil ran down her soles.

FLARE went the inferno, completely covering her feet...and Greg 'came.'

It wasn't a real orgasm, as the rings kept her from shooting or getting any relief, but it was as close to it as she could cum. The husky whimpered, rolling her body against her cock as it rested between her breasts, feeling it ooze a thick puddle of pre into her fur, and the rings themselves flared with light as she came down from that sudden peak.

The fire went out almost immediately, Mistress Drakina chuckling to herself as the firepot and the oil disappeared.

"That was...three and a half minutes, slave. Not bad. Not bad at all."

"Mmmph...so...much...heat..."

"Oh, it's going to get worse, slave...it's going to get much worse."

The dragoness chuckled as the husky went pale, stepping back to grab another thing. She took a pair of powders and mixed them together in one of the foot-shaped holes, and then moved the holes to hover just in front of the husky's oversized feet. They didn't touch, though, as the dragoness moved the ropes around, shifting Greg's bondage until she was laying on her back.

Her mistress mounted her, straddling her cock as it pointed up in the air. Mistress Drakina's pussy dribbled along her shaft, and Greg shivered as she realized that she was about to be used more as a dildo than anything else.

"Slave, this time I'm going to see how long it takes for your cock to get me off. For every five minutes it takes to get me off, I'm going to add another ring to your cock."

Another... Greg's eyes went wide. There were already five rings on her cock, the number fluctuating often but usually upwards over the last few days. Each ring had some sort of magical effect or torture that the dragoness wanted to use on her, and each one made her harder, more sensitive, and more bloated as his cock was turned into more and more of a simple toy. And she had to get her off in five minutes or less if he didn't want another one? That'd be almost impossible if she had her whole body free, let alone while tied up.

"And another thing. That powder is tied to a magical release. And I've picked out a certain number of orgasms for myself as the release for your torture. So, I hope that you're ready to be ridden for a good, long time."

Nooooooooooooooooooooo! Greg thought as the powder was slammed against her feet, even as the dragoness slammed down on her cock. The mix of pain and pleasure at once hit him like a freight train, her toes curling in the powder despite the horrible idea that was. Greg's eyes rolled back in her sockets as itching irritation, heated pain, and freezing cold hit her soles all at once, the sensations so overwhelming that she could hardly think.

The rings flared around her cock immediately, holding back her orgasm from the torment as Mistress Drakina started riding her. The tight, slick hole was partially blocked from her cock from the amount of rings on it, but the trapped blood made the husky's cock so much harder than usual, the tip throbbing and sensitive, making it ooze a constant stream of pre from the heat around it.

Mistress started bouncing, and Greg started gasping. Her pussy was as tight as it always was, always ready for some sort of stimulation or another. The husky panted, flat out on the table as she was ridden hard, her body rocking back and forth as the mistress used her as a toy, her cock taken up to the hilt every single time that purple dragoness lowered herself down.

The soft smacks of the mistress's cock against her belly were the only signs of the mistress's pleasure that the husky was allowed, but even that was nothing...not against the distraction.

Greg howled in pain as her feet itched and burned and froze by turns. The spaces between her toes felt like they'd been set on fire again. Her arches itched liked they were covered in insects. Her heels froze as if they'd been dunked in ice. Then it shifted, the itch moving to her toes, the fire to her heels, and the ice to her arches. Then again, and again, always moving before she could get used to it.

It was utter torture, and despite herself, Greg was 'cumming' as hard as she could every half minute, her cock oozing constantly into the mistress.

"Ho-hum, is this all you have now?" Mistress Drakina asked. "I'll have to add more rings for texture, at least, if you can't get me off."

It wasn't her fault! Her body was tied down, her cock nothing more than a dildo. If the dragoness wasn't getting off, that was her...fault...

Greg stared up at the mistress, who smiled back.

"Just figured it out, hmm?"

The husky howled again, whimpering as she was fucked right into the table, her hips aching as the dragoness used her, and her feet going mad with the enforced torture that was hitting them again, and again...

The husky woke up some time later, flopped over a table with the plug back up her ass...and probably a few more rings around her cock, from what she could tell. It was probably bigger, or at least thicker, knowing her mistress.

Greg slowly looked around for any sight of the dragoness, but there was none to be seen. Instead, at her side, there were two pieces of paper. One was a customer satisfaction survey of some sort, written in crisp script that was most definitely not the mistress's handwriting, while the other was in purple and more flowy. She picked that one up.

_Slave,

You did relatively well. You blacked out sometime around your eighth orgasm -_

That explained why she was so sore. She continued.

- but remained hard until I came. In total, it took me twenty minutes to achieve orgasm, so you have four more rings on your cock. Their effects, I'll leave up to you to figure out.

In addition, you probably feel that your feet aren't so much in pain at the moment. That's because I deadened the effect until a few minutes after you woke up. I believe it should be kicking in right...about...now.

Greg let out a yelp as the ice and fire kicked in again, kicking her feet as she rolled off of the table. Her feet remained in the air, suspended by the same bondage, and she whimpered as she reached up, desperately trying to grab and sooth them. The note was forgotten, and her only hope now was that some of the other slaves would get the mistress off enough times for the powder to stop affecting her.

The End