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This story is a bit darker and kinkier then my usual works. It's about a Dragon getting broken into a slave during war imprisonment. So you have been warned. It's also my first attempt to write an English story, since this is not my first language. In addition there may be some illustrations to this story later on.

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A war's first casualty

The Night was cold and gloomy at the borderland, between the Liang-He and the Skyreaver territory. There where no towns or other major settlements nearby. The only sign of life was the old watchtower overseeing the border. A watchfire was burning at it's top, and around it some young dragons set idle. They were new recruits to the emperors army, sent to do a job most higher ranked soldiers wouldn't. Tho there never had been a proper truce between the two dragon kingdoms, it was very rare for the skyreavers to undertake a raid at their enemies land. So the young watchman kept sitting at the fire, all fours streched out, playing cards or drinking Plum-wine. Like most dragons in the empire, they were of a n eastern phenotype, with long sleek catlike bodies, antler like horns and thick horselike manes running from head to tail. And unlike most other feral dragons they were used to were clothing and armor. But since even mane nor ponchos were able to keep the cold away, the wine had to do, in some way. Their superiors didn't liked to see this. But most time they stayed down at the warm guardroom, rarely climbing up to their post. Excepting one. The Seasoned Captain was an impressing sight, even for a Dragon of his old days. And when he suddenly appeared behind the recruits, it made them jump on all fours again snapping to attention. The scent of wine made the old dragon grumble in disapproval, his eyes piercing the watchmen before him: "So is this the discipline of an imperial defender." He asked with a timbre making the young dragon's manes stand up. They didn't dare to blink or let alone to speak, while their Captain went on:

"You seem to think that this is just a game. A camping trip may be? Have you forgotten that we are still at war? With the enemy sitting idle just a few kilometers away from us. May be a warband of them is just right out there trespassing our land without you even noticing. What do you think would happen if these barbarians would find you here. Back in my old days when the armies of our Kingdoms tend to clash more frequently. Many Liang-He were kept prisoner by the skyreavers. Just few of the returned alive but I still remember what they told from the time of their captivity. Let me Tell you one of these testimony" The old Dragon said with darkening expression:

When a Liang-He Soldier was caught, they were brought to the Skyreaver Capitol. Their rulers were infamous for being exceptionally cruel and deviant. They didn't just enslave or kill them. An enemy Dragon was brought before the rulers throne. Then first they took away all his armor, and then stripping him completely naked, tearing his poncho and paw-gaiters. The Skyreavers weren't wering cloths like most barbarian dragons. But for a Liang-He it was an extremely humiliating act, having their bodies exposed like this for all to see. But this was just the beginning. Next the ruler called for some of his servants. The skyreavers were holding some two-leged races as slaves, and three of them were now approaching the eastern drake. One of them a sturdy sergal, grabbed the dragon' left hindleg pulling it up, so the two other sergals could slip under the prisoners belly. Then their paws fumbled and groped between his hindlegs until they found the dragons slit. Then suddenly one of the servants gave the genital vent a harsh slap with his paw, before just monents later it was rammed inside with no further warning. The captive dragon reacted with a soft yelp. Despite the shame, and fear he didn't want to give his debasers the satisfaction of seeing him break. The sergals however seemed to be quite practiced at their task. It didn't took them long to find the meaty thing they were looking for inside his slit. And as so he got a hold of it with his paw he pulled it out with a sift and rude motion, until the drakes whole member had been emerged from it's resting place hanging out for enyone to see aswell. The eastern one just shut his eyes and even he swore to him self not to show any emotion he was blushing red in deep pudent shame. The three servants kept rubbing and pulling at his maleness until it got stiff somehow. Then one of them took a little ribbon twining it around his cockbase in such a taut way, the blood wasn't able to flow back. This way the drake was forced to stay erect, whatever to come.

The ruler seemed to be pleased with the work of his servants so far. A Sardonic grinn was forming on muzzle as he kept watching the show. And when he nodded to one of the servants they knew what had do be done next. The two sergals stepped back from the drakes member, and also the sturdy one went away fetching a huge whip hanging on one side of the room. The eastern prisoner swallowed when he saw what was coming. And then the fist blow already echoed trough the hall. The pain was sharp, hitting the drake like a stroke of lightning. And before he could adapt to it, a second one followed. He just bit his teeth trying to think of something different. Still he had been punished that way by his superiors with a crop now and then. But that was nothing compared with that. Another series of blows echoed in his ears. And there where already showing some bruised darkening the hide under his thin scales. His claws sought to dig into the ground, just leaving some marks at the stone tiles below. And with all his mental strength he just thought to himself: "Don't growl, don't growl, don't growl...." While the sergal's whip kept dancing on his rear and thighs again and again, for minutes to come that seemed like years to him.

Finally, like what seemed like hours to him, the brute put his whip down and stepping aside. The one proud dragon soldier was in a deplorable state. His hunch was strewn with bruises, that loomed even trough his white scales. The Liang-He always had been proud of their thin and silky scales making them look denty and beautiful. But now this proved to be an obvious disadvantage. And the thought of some other body regions even less protected then his tailpiece made him shudder. But for now they seemed to be done with beating him. But the ruler's facial play now took a more lecherous expression, when he ordered another one of his servants. This time it was a fox approaching the dragon. He didn't looked like the brutes from before. In fact he had a more sly appearance, and the silkhat and tuxedo he wore made him look even more ribald. Slowly he walked over to the dragons tailend, letting his paw softly stroke over his flanks on the way, making the drake shudder again. Even tho it was a tender and gentle touch, something about it seemed absolutely off. He didn't had to wait long to find out why. The three sergals from before came again, this time grabbing him on all fours, and pushing him on his back with a rough thrust. The fox meanwhile started to slowly undress himself, putting his jacket aside, and pants down, exposing his vulpine cock.

Seeing this the drakes eyes widened, when he slowly came to realize where this was leading. His face took an angry expression and the three sergal servants hat a hard time to keep him pinned at his back. If he hadn't already been weakened by the whipping they may be wouldn't be successful with it. Despite his show of anger, at the inside he started to feel a deeper fear. He never had been with another male, nor had he any interest in them. The whole thought filled him with disgust, and so he kept writhing on his back, with his white mane flowing over the stone floor like waves on a stormy sea. The fox however didn't seemed impressed. The sight of the struggling beast just seemed to arouse him further. Slowly he approached the dragon's rear, stepping over his tail and placing one of his legs on each side of it. Then he pushed himself further up, until his cock tip found the dragons star, between the soft scales. And then with a lewd grin he slowly began to push in.

The Process wasn't to painful for the drake. Since the fox was much smaller in comparison to a dragon. But the blow to his dignity was even more painful then the whip from before ever could have been. The fox just kept pushing himself into the dragons anus, visibly enjoying it. He groaned and moaned so verbally that everyone in the throne room could here him. And from the corner of his eye the eastern one could see that the ruler now also had started to paw at his slit, with his own member steadily emerging. For soldier drake, this was maybe the most horrible experience of his life. Being used like some kind of harlot by an inferior creature, while a whole court of enemy dragons was watching him, inwardly made him want to cry. And to make it all worse the fox didn't even cared to take some lube. The show went on and on and the fox didn't seemed to be in a hurry. He just kept plowing the drakes rose until it already started to feel soar. And then with a sudden yelp of pleasure the fox released it's load, pulling himself free during the process . His sticky white seed just sprayed all across the other males tailbase, marking him so everyone could see what had been done to him.

However the fox didn't seemed to be done with him. Slowly he stepped back from the dragon's tale inspecting his work with a mischievous smile. Then he ordered the other servants to let him go. And the white one rolled around rising himself on all fours again. What ever else they planed to do, he at least would stand with the last bit of pride left to him. But when he got himself back up, the fox's spunk just ran further down over his thighs, showing him that gravity even was a greater bitch. The Fox servant however now approached the dragons head, slowly bending down to his ear softly whispering to him: "My, my I really have taken some of your kind. But you're such a valiant boy. Let's see if your adorable little muzzle, holds up to your red rose." He spoke the last words louder so everyone could here. And since everyone could see what he meant with "red" in this context. His words were met with exhilarated laughter from the other bystanders.

Then the Fox just grabbed the eastern ones horns, Holding to then tight and ramming his still hard foxhood deep into the prisoners muzzle. The drake's eyes widened again. This time ins surprise. The taste was awful. He never got to taste an other males ejaculate before. And whereas he was a tidy dragon, the thought of tasting something that was in his ass before already made him gag sightly. For a short moment he just thought about biting the fox, but then the guards probably would just kill him instantly. And despite all what he endured he wasn't ready to die just now. He just thought of his family back home, and how much he hoped to see them again one day. So he pulled himself together, again shutting his eyes while the fox kept using his muzzle like his tailhole before. The Fox obviously didn't care about his playthings feelings. Soon he slapped his hips against the dragon snout with even less sensitivity or remorse then with his arse before. And in between his moans and groans he now shouted to his toy: "Damn, you bloody fleabag, open it further. Or I will fuck you until your teeth break out." Saying this the vulpine servant hammered his hips even harder against the dragon snout, until the eastern one realy could feel something crack, and one of his incisors shearing off. The drake squinnied his eyes tighter, and a little tear rolled down his cheek, he wasn't able to hold back. The taste of cum was supplemented with a slight taste of blood, making it even more disgusting. In the meantime the fox used the new space to push his member right down into the unwilling males maw. While the vulpine's voice now whispered again: "Ok my little mutt if you prefer to keep your muzzle shut then so be it. You will soon your treat. And I want you to keep it in your cute neb. If you lose just one drop my master won't be amused."

The white drake just nodded slightly, still in fear what else they could do to him. He even started to slowly suck on the member shoved down his maw, hoping that it would end this ordeal faster. But the fox just kept pushing in further until his tip nearly entered his throat. This back and fourth made the eastern choke on each of the foxes thrusts, that withal seemed to enjoy it: "Oh your such a good boy. I guess it's time for your goodie now." The drake just whimpered softly. On the one side it nauseated him get to taste more of the foxes seed again, but on the other side he would do anything to just get this thing out of his throat. But when the fox finally moaned relaxed, the eastern's eyes widened once again. He tried to pull back his head in mere panic, mut was kept in place by the tight grip around his horns. And then also the other bystanders could see the cause of his reaction. Dripping down from the dragons flews, wasn't the expected stick white foxcream, but a watery stream of yellow liquid. Even the ruler looked surprised watching this demonstration. But the deviancy of this act seemed to arouse him even more. The big dragon King's member meanwhile was rock hard from watching this enemy soldier be punished. When the fox finally pulled his member free there was no more holding back for the poor white drake. With a loud gagging noise he just vomited out the salty liquid, making a mess on the throne rooms floor. The fox watched him with just slowly shaking his head: "Seems the good boy was misplaced after all. Just look what you have done to the marble. Seems that our little pet has to learn to behave the hard way."

It was hard to tell if the King was amused by his prisoners reaction. But after he shouted some orders to his servants, the three sergals came back. This time they were carrying some big flexible bamboo Canes. And some broad leather belts, taking position on all sides of the frightened drake. Then after some more orders from the king. Another door opened, and a whole group of servants Wolfs, Sergals, Tigers and Cheetahs all dressed like the fox before entered. It were nearly 30 to 40 of them, that now all stared to undess before the king's and his dragon prisoners eyes. This night easily was the longest the white dragon ever experienced. At first the sergals with the belts came forth, slapping him viciously again. This time the beating wasn't just limited to his rear. The belting, also hit his legs, flanks, belly and neck this time, until there was no part of him that wasn't covered in bruises. Then he got pushed on his back again, while some of the undressed servants lined up behind him. At first a well hung cheetah took his turn on him, followed by a big muscular wolf, while a tiger and Sergal rammed their tools in his muzzle again. Every time one of the servants had fired his load, he was replaced by another one, constantly using him just as they liked.

Then after nearly 12 males took his turn on him. The belt wearing sergals approached him again. This time they grabbed his fore-paws, turning their underside up, before also slapping them savagely. This time he wasn't able to stay quiet any longer, so every belt stroke was followed by a sharp yelp or pitiful whimper. And the sergals didn't stopped until his fores went red and soar and swollen. Then they moven further down also grabbing his hind-paws. This made the white drake nearly jump in fear. Because unless most of his other body regions his hind-paws weren't protected by scales. Here there was just the smooth hide of his paw-pads. The eastern prisoner's screams echoed trough the hole castle, when they started lash their belts down on his sensitive hinds. Soon they became as blue and red as the rest of his body. After that the sergals inspected their victim if they had forgotten one part. And so their only seemed to be his snout left.

Both of them went to his head, with one grabbing him by his horns again, and the other sergal lashing his belt down at his face again and again. Soon also this last part of his once gracious dragon body, was scared and bruised with blood seeping down from his lips and nostrils. Then the sergals looked at each other again, and with a fiendish grin they found another part that had slipped through their attention, with their glances slowly wandering down between the dragons hind-legs. The next thing the white one could remember where some deafening screams of agony. Even tho his whole body ached from the severe beating, even this sensation seemed to melt away by the burning anguish he felt between his legs, when the sergal's belts now also hit his black dragon malehood. The feeling seemed to wash anything away like a river of raging flames, only leaving this one single feeling of unearthly pain. Just as if was the only existing thing left in this universe. And then he realized that the screams he heard were his own.

But just when the thought he would just pass out into sweet oblivion, even this mercy as denied to him, when one of the other servants held a vial of sal volatile under his nose snapping his mind back into reality. The sergals with the belts were gone and his member now also was swollen like his paws. He was to weak to stand up again. But from corner of his eye he saw another 20 servants undressing their tuxedos, forming an orderly queue, at his rear and muzzle. He didn't remember any more details about the following events. All seemed to melt into a foggy haze, while for the next few days, he was constantly raped and beaten. At first they came just one by one to use him. But soon more servants pitched to him at the same time, also taking advantage of his slit, mane, paws and even nostrils. And then finally they trough him in a prion cell, letting him rest. By this time he was just a walking congeries of scars, over and over covered in layers of drying body fluids of hundreds of males from all imaginable species. He slept for nearly one week, before he even found the strength to get up on all fours again. And for some more days he was left alone, giving him enough food and water to reignite some of his life spirit. But then after four weeks, they took him out of his cell, and back to the throne room.

By that time the once proud Dragon was in deplorable state. He was dirty and scared from head to tail. The once soft mane was now rumpled and clotty from several layers of dried up cum. And his expression appeared to be awed with every spark of resistance and pride washed away. Trembling and with tilted ears he looked up to the Dragon King, that he now apperceived for the first time. He was an impressive Western dragon with crimson scales. And when he saw his prisoner brought back in a contented smile formed on his muzzle: "Well, well seems our little guest nearly is ready to accept his new remit at my court. So let's test if he has learned to behave like a good boy." The white one lowered his head, expecting more servants to approach him, but instead the King now addressed his prisoner directly: "Why don't you give us a little show and paw your self a bit." The white one whimpered a paused a moment before he turn himself around, presenting his rear to the King again. Then he reached down with one of his fore-paws, until he could feel out his still swollen slit. He then stared to rub and massage it with two of his claws, making him whimper in shame.

It took a while until the tip of his dragonhood stared to show itself again. And even longer until he got himself fully erected again. The black member was still puffy from the harsh punishment a few weeks ago, so it took some effort until a slight feeling of pleasure arose from the pain. The King watched pleased with what he saw. Before he clapped his hands, now calling his servants again. And this time they brought some toys with them. They were made from jade, and in form and size matching a western dragon's member. And at another sign from the king, the servants deposited them behind the slave dragon. Then the king addressed him again: "Now let's see if our eager little wench could take a real dragon for a ride." he pointed to one of the toys: "So be a nice little pet and sit!" The white eastern whimpered again, but didn't dare to question the order. He slowly picked up one of the toys that seemed least intimidating to him. Then he set it's base against a wall, while positioning himself in a way the toys tip pushed against his tailhole. Slowly he pushed himself towards the artificial dragonhood. Since he was been a prisoner he had felt more anguish. But the feeling of is anus, stretched slowly and a foreign object pressing in his most private part, made him bite his teeth again. The King watched with a toothy grin: "hmm such a good boy. And now get it in deeper."

The white dragon became frightened again. The toy was already as deep as it could go without hurting himself. But when he caught the rulers impatient look, he again tried to push himself further down. The process was long and it took him several minutes of pushing, to take more of the jade shaft inch by inch. Soon their were a few drops of red to be seen slowly pearling down over the toy subtly showing the bystanders what the white drake, put on himself. But even then he kept pushing whimpering and yelping softly, and his eyes wetting. A bit more red started to dew down his tailbase and thighs before his rear finally hit the wall, leaving nothing more of the toy to see. But by that time he was just sobbing violently.

It took nearly two hours and five servants to pull the toy out of the white ones rose again. And by that time it really lived up to that analogy. Where once just was an unostentatious little opening to be see between his scales, was now just a gaping hole. Again he was brought to the cell, to rest for a few days. But since his guards found a new game he didn't got much rest at all. Every time they had to take a short they came in his cell, putting their pants down just to do target practise with his holes. They laughed when he tried to pull away from that and even distributed scores. One guard, a big muscular wolf managed to piss in his still gaping hole from a three meter distance, that earned him an extra ration of mead to celebrate his questionable feat.

But then after a few more day something unexpected happened. Again he was picked from his cell. They now brought him to a bath, with some servants to clean him up. It took nearly half a day to get all the dried body fluids washed away from him. Then another servant came in carrying some new cloths fitting a feral dragons measurements: "Put this on." The servant commanded: "The King has a new purpose fro you." The eastern drake still didn't know what to make of this. Would they just let him go after all what he had endured. He fetched the cloths with one part of him being glad to feel at least like a person again. It was a Tuxedo and a silk-hat.

A short while later he was brought to the King again. But when he entered to throne room, his eyes again widened in shock. Standing before the king, was a group of three other liang-he soldiers like himself. And like him before they had been stripped of their armor and ponchos with their rear up, and members pulled out from their slits. He didn't know them, but really felt sorry for them. They were like him just several weeks before. The king then turned to him again: "Ah my newest servant has finally come. Allow me to introduce you to your new job and some old fellows of yours." he laughed in a sardonic way, and then the white drake stared to realize. "This Tuxedo it was the same kind like that fox did..... " His head started to spin again: "no..no... please don't... I will do anything... But don't force me to do that..." he whimpered to himself again close to tears. But he didn't had the strength to openly object. And when the King gave him order, he undressed his Tuxedo slowly approaching the three other prisoners. He preferably liked to say to them that he was sorry. Or just giving them a little lick to their rear, so that it wouldn't be so hard for them at least. But he knew that the King never would allow that. The three still stood as proud and valiant as he did before. And now he was the one to strip their pride away. He just pushed himself to one of the other eastern ones backs, pulling his tail aside, setting his own black tip at the

still virgin rose. He shut his eyes, just trying to think at his consort dragoness at home. And when he felt the other males soft mane touch his belly, it nearly felt like he was mating with her again. He slowly pushed forward, feeling the other dragons tailhole clench around his member, while his mind tried to dismiss the agonized whimpers coming from the male below. His claws dug into the other eastern's flank seeking hold while he thrusted in the warm tightness again and again vigorously. But his mind was carried away to better days when this same sensation was given to him by his loves vent. A few more tears of shame ran down his cheeks. A deep bitter shame about what he had become, and may be would go on doing fro the rest of his life......

The Old Captain finally stopped his tale. During the whole time he had watched his recruits facial expressions. At first they looked curious, then their glaces went from shock to straight out disgust as their mental cinema did their work. The old captain nearly seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in discribing some colourful parts here, and leaving some others vague to be filled with their own expectations. Then finally he turned to them again: "So do you still think that the possibility of a skyreaver assault is to be taken lightly?" It took a while since the three young watchman got their speech again: "No..No.. Sir, Captain sir." The old dragon nodded: "Well, this is good to here. Then you won't need this here anymore I guess." He pointed to the plum-wine bottles with his tail, and the recruits rashly shook their heads.

When the old Captain finally returned to the guardroom, he was greeted by the other guard captain's questioning looks: "Hey old man, what took you so long up their. We're dying of thirst down here. Where is the wine you promised to us." The old dragon just put a whole bunch of bottles at the table, making the others puzzled: " This is a whole months load of wine: "How did you get them to hand out their secret supplies to you." The old Captain just smiled smugly: "Well, sometimes it's just a question of the right motivation. All the more considering that truth is every war's first casualty."