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-- 1--

She closed the door behind her, stepping onto her apartment's stairway. The red scaled dragoness took a deep breath of the evening air, her casually fancy black dress fluttering with the modest breeze. She let herself smile, happy to finally be off her major project at work, able to have a few weeks off and kick back to recharge her batteries.

Of course, the one thing she barely had time for while crunching hours at the office was getting laid, so this second night of freedom was going to be spent with a Flinger date. She could not wait, having been far too long since her last real dicking, the dildos she owns being great but just not enough for long periods of time. On top of just wanting to be mounted, nothing quite beat the intimacy of being with a person.

She stepped into her car and started driving to the restaurant they had decided on and let her thoughts drift to the man she was meeting, Kelt. He was a sergal, something rare for these parts, some kind of traveling businessman. His fur was a sandy gold with a crisp white underbelly and forelimbs, his face handsome with a picture showcasing a confident smirk. Even if he turned out to be a massive creep, he was hot enough that she would get fucked and ghost him afterwards if she had to.

The ruby dragoness reached the parking lot, checking her silver hair in the mirror and making sure her scales were well kept in one final self-sweep. She liked to look nice, though was comfortable enough with herself that she wouldn't stress much if she missed something.

Striding into the place, she approached the hostess who directed her to a table that was already occupied. She smiled, he was early, a few extra points now in his favor. The restaurant itself was cozy, small and quiet, meant not for the average crowds but not exactly high-establishment either. A nice middle ground of casualness with the more ornate aspects for a nice date.

He was in the booth facing away from her, the dragoness approaching him from behind. She saw the blond fur and ears protruding from the seat, confirming that he was indeed her matched man. The dragon swiftly reached the table, sitting down opposite him as he looked up from his phone, ears perked at the newcomer.

He them smiled cooly as he recognized his meetup, putting his phone away to reach a hand out. Once seated, she took it and gave it a good shake, the sergal's grasp firm and unwavering for the few seconds they shook. The night progressed much like how her other hookups did, introductions and names following, with pleasant smalltalk afterwards. They ordered and enjoyed their meal, getting to know one another better, starting the early stages of the bond needed to not feel awkward fucking later tonight.

She liked him well enough, he wasn't exactly personable, reminding her a bit too much of some of her bosses, but there was a suaveness to him that kept her interested. He was polite and respectful, not really even talking about himself much, giving most of the stage to her.

She appreciated it, but she wasn't exactly interesting herself and didn't use the stage well, yet she was happy to not have some boasting man babbling to her all night. Another point to him. By the time the food was finished she was sure that she was going to enjoy the night. The sergal even paid for the food, his score just skyrocketing.

He had that collected smile as he stood, facing the raising dragoness. "Shall we?"

She smirked back, "Yes, I think we shall." They walked out the doors, "Hotel?" She liked him and couldn't wait to see all of him, but this was still a hookup, she wasn't comfortable taking him to her apartment.

The sergal nodded. "Sure. I'm staying at one already, does that work?"

"Yeah, that's the best option really, it's already paid for."

He hummed an affirmative to her, "I concur." He pulled out his phone and showed her the address. After confirming they were going to the right place, they went to their separate cars, and began their journey to the night's climax. The hotel was a nice chain one, nothing ridiculous but it showed he, or who he worked for, had some decent spending money for accommodations.

They met back up in the lobby, the tall sergal leading her to the elevator. She felt a little tingly as the car went up, both standing in anticipatory silence. It dinged at his floor and they began the last short leg of their journey.

The door's lock beeped with a green glow, the sergal pushing it wide open and the two stepping through. It was a nice room, with a big bed in the middle. Perfect. The crimson dragoness walked in a bit further as the sergal closed the door, then turning to face her. "I'm going to freshen up a bit in the bathroom, sorry to keep you waiting a bit longer. I had quite a bit to drink at the restaurant and I'm sure you don't want the smell of food on my breath."

She chuckled to him. "That's fine, I might go next actually, not a bad idea." Even more points to him, a man who cares about before-sex hygiene. She was suddenly sad that he was a traveling man, hoping to be able to spend a few more nights with him. He came back out a few minutes later, smelling nice and fur having a small grooming touch-up.

She smiled and went in after him, making sure she was ready to roll but also using the time to add a bit of flair to their night. She took her dress off and walked back out without it on, immediately catching the sandy sergal's attention as she sashayed over to him in nothing but a lacy bra and panties.

He grinned excitedly at her. "Oh, I like you." He loved forward women, and while hookups like this definitely needed a bit openness in a sex-life, this dragoness knew what she wanted and was happy to get it. He was already happy to find her but this only reinforced his decision. Her body was supple, scales smooth and dully shiny, adding a touch of tantalizing visual texture to her skin.

Her underbelly and inner thighs were a more fleshy color, peachy and tan scales of noticeable thinness compared to her main ones. They looked plush and soft, adding a second feeling to her form. The dragon's breasts were nice, C's from a guess, with a rounded butt to compliment her overall frame.

The sergal's visage split into a sharper smile with every step she took towards him, teeth revealing. She smirked, always finding some amusement in how guys became captivated once she disrobed. He was different though. He was not ogling her or visibly fantasizing the near future, but rather... studying her.

He had the smile of a man who knew what he wanted and it had just been laid out on a silver platter before him. He seemed to be sizing her up to his estimates of her, confirming his expected desire within his mind. In that short moment she could see he had a dominant streak in him, something she wasn't opposed to, but under more controlled circumstances.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, silently watching her approach with her exaggerated movements and swaying. Yes, she matched the profile perfectly, he was going to have a lot fun with her. She walked right up to him, clambering atop his lap with her knees on the bed while her feet hung in the air alongside his legs. She threw her arms around his neck and leaned in close to his face, both now smirking smugly, though for vastly different reasons. He felt her contained bust smush to his button down shirt, teasing his chest fluff through the fabric.

She hummed lustily to him. "Ready to get this show on the road handsome?"

He chuckled warmly. "More than you know." He raised his hands to hover beside her shoulders. "May I?"

The quickly heating up dragon laughed. "Of course! It's only fair for you to touch me if I'm already on you." She kissed his nose lightly. "Such a gentleman though, you've certainly got some brownie points from me."

He rumbled amusedly. "Oh? I think I'll redeem a few of them then."

She looked at him slyly. "Oh no, what weird kink are you into?"

He shook his head. "Nothing like that. Just... tell me how to undo your bra. I swear, these things are a different mechanism every time."

She giggled, what a charmer. She might have to keep his number. She felt a hand fiddling with her clasp, his fur tickling her back scales. "Well first, you're going to need two hands. Bring the other one up from wherever you're hiding it."

He smirked devilishly at her. "Alright." She felt the fur from his other arm trail up her back but it went past her bra strap. She quirked an eyebrow before something cold pressed into her neck.

She only could make a surprised yelp before her body went numb, slumping against him. She tried to less-than-politely ask him what the fuck he just did to her but all that came from her mouth was mumbles and drool. She was stuck staring into that calm and confident angular face of his, seeing a new coldness in his eyes. Then everything went dark.

-- 2 --

When she awoke she was very sore. Not down there, but just her overall body. It felt like she had been curled into a ball for days. The ruby dragoness flicked her eyes open, feeling sluggish and tired. She saw a plain ceiling, though she was made aware of new sensations as her nervous system rebooted. There was some kind of tugging on her leg, at her thigh and moving up, like putting a pant leg on. She groaned and the movement stopped, the dragoness finally lifting her head to see what was going on.

She saw a confusing image that her mind had to process in separate chunks. First and foremost, there was a man beside her, leaning over her legs. His head was turned to look at her with a curious expression. The first thing she noticed is that the man was some kind of furred dragon, muzzle somewhat squared with zigzagging horns out the back of his head and perked pointed ears. His fur was a lush black, his chest and inner colors a stark white. His forelimbs were the same ivory hue with a small patch above the tonal border at the elbows and knees to give a small circle around the limb.

But she could not currently see that, as the drake was wearing shiny black latex gloves and stockings on his appendages. They went up to his bicep on the arms and the leggings were thigh-high, the arm gloves being fingerless so his fuzzy white digits came from a rubber black palm. Also unable to see from that position was how the legs also only covered his paws on his digitigrade legs, his clawed toes not covered by the latex like his fingers.

His appearance was completed with a black leather collar with 'Toy' embroidered in blue on the front. She barely registered that he wore nothing besides these sleeves, torso and groin completely uncovered. His balls were nice and hefty with a plump sheath resting above, a jet-black draconic dick hanging out at half mast. She noted that his tip had metal on it, shaped to the head of his cock like a molded seal.

Next to process was that the drake was currently applying the same stockings he wore to her, the tugging being the pull of rubber against her scales as her leg was given a new shiny sleeve. She realized that this was actually the last limb to do, her arms and other leg already wrapped in rubber apparel. Her stocking was somewhat different thanks to her plantigrade legs, taloned toes uncovered like the drake's but also with a cutout for the heel, the latex essentially a strap around her sole.

Yet another added understanding of her situated dawned. Her arms were tied into a folded position against themselves, hands to her shoulders, while her other leg followed the same fate, heel to the plush thigh just under her ass. To which the connection was made that she wore nothing on her body beside these stockings as well, the material of the bed she was on right against her bare scales on her ass and back.

While she had been sifting through her thoughts, the drake had finished suiting up her leg and now faced her expectantly. "Are you awake?" He asked. His voice was masculine yet light and cheery. Her mind subconsciously analyzed his appearance. The drake was not burly or manly exactly, lithe and agile but not very feminine even with the arm and leg garments. Twinkish maybe. Her overall rating was that he was just... cute. A cute guy. While this happened deep in her thoughts, her main consciousness had been replying to his question.

"What the fuck is going on!" She screamed loudly, making the drake's head shoot back in surprise as his ears flew back and tail curled. She glared angrily, remembering what the sergal did to her, thrashing her body around trying to get away from the drake. Unfortunately only her right leg was not tied to itself, so she more or less just squirmed on the bed while kicking at the drake.

Her first one was a good hit, landing right on his stomach and sending him back with an oof. He slammed into the wall, his horns puncturing the drywall. She began just generally screaming now, noting she was in a simple bedroom, not the hotel she last remembered.

With some small satisfaction she saw the drake keeled over on his shins, holding his stomach. Then there was fear, as heavy footsteps quickly approached. The door flew open, possibly doing more damage to the wall if the door stopper wasn't there. The crimson dragoness's heart sank, for in the doorway stood a very unamused golden sergal. He looked down with a disappointed expression to the drake, who appeared to be struggling to keep the contents of his stomach down.

"I-I'm sorry master... she woke up before I could finish." The drake said wearily, wheezing slightly, eyes fixed on the ground.

The sergal snorted. "You should have been faster Toy." The drake deflated even more, ears pointed down in shame. Meanwhile the sandy sergal looked to the now rubber clad dragon on the bed, desperately trying to get up. "And you, need to stop being problematic." She looked in horror as he strode towards her, seemingly a totally different person. His shoulders squared and eyes cold, he had an intense and commanding presence, giving the aura of a man who got everything he wanted because he was willing to do the dirty work himself.

"F-Fuck you." She stammered out, inching back towards the headboard to try and delay his approach. He reached her and batted away the scared kick she gave, grabbing her neck and shoulder.

"Language." Was all he said as he manhandled her, turning her to her side and tightening down on her neck to keep her subdued. He released her shoulder to grab the roll of black tape on the bed, forcing her leg into the folded position her other one was in. He swiftly taped around it, sealing it in place, fully restricting her movement.

As she struggled to breathe the dragoness made the deduction that she was now in a bitch-suit, limbs folded to where she has to move by walking on her knees and elbows. She began to cry now, praying it was just a bad dream.

He let go of her once the tape was secure, the girl gasping in a huge breath of air and coughing. The sergal glared at her with crossed arms. "I thought I would be nice and start you off in the bedrooms. You were such good fun on the date, I wanted to reward you for being a perfect fit. I see now that you belong in the kennels."

She looked to those silver eyes with dread. Kennels? Nothing good about that word in this situation. He turned to the drake, now recovered and standing dejectedly by the wall, staring at his paws. His dick had fully retreated back into its sheath. "Toy, feed her and take her down, then fill her in on her new life."

The boy perked up when addressed, snapping to attention. Once the directive was given he nodded. "Yes master."

Turning once more to the dragoness, shock settling in as she lay on the bed with flowing tears, the sergal addressed her. "From this day forward, you are my pet, and will only respond to that title." Then he faced the door and left, steps echoing until they vanished from earshot. She had no idea how to handle this other than to begin sobbing.

She struggled against her binds, already knowing it was useless. Her being renamed to 'Pet' brought immense fear of her future, especially after seeing the drake being called 'Toy' and serving him freely. She tried to force the frantic foreboding thoughts out of her head, trying to focus on the present and a way to escape.

"I'll be right back." The drake said before leaving her, the carpet of the bedroom apparently giving way to hardwood or tile in the hall, as she heard the rubber around his pawpads squeaking softly with each step. They too vanished, leaving her alone with her despair.

Everything she had ever known just got flipped inside down because she wanted some dick. Her entire life just ended the moment she swiped right. Why her? What did she do to deserve this? Her mind spiraled into misery at her sudden and terrible situation, only snapping out of it once the squeaky steps of the drake returned.

He stepped back in the room and closed the door behind him, a few things in his hands. She glanced at him before returning to staring at the wall as she cried to herself. Her body rolled with heaving sobs every once in a while, only making her cry more as she recognized herself as helpless as an amputee. He sat on the bedside next to her, setting the things he brought on the nightstand. She was rolled away from him, not wanting to see him and continue confirming that this was actually happening to her.

He sat there for a moment, before gently reaching out to shake her shoulder. "Hey..."

She jerked, his hand lifting off. "Don't t-touch me."

The boy sighed with a sympathetic expression. He turned back to his items, a few jars and a spoon. "Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything for awhile..."

She was a lot of things, and unfortunately conceded that being hungry was one of them. "No."

"Come on. Not eating isn't going to help anyone. I don't want to have to force you like on the trip home."

She sniffed, turning to him with a glare, her anger rising again. "It's funny that y-you think I'm going to do anything for you willingly." Then she paused. "Trip home?"

The drake nodded, seeing a gap. "Yeah, from the hotel. It was a couple days drive, but we kept you sedated for it."

the dragon's eyes burned anew. She had felt some twinge of guilt from kicking him after seeing that he was apparently just the sergal's toy, likely a foreshadow of what she will become if she succumbed. But to now hear that he was complacent in getting her, to repeating his suffering, she was mad. "How could you?"

The drake tilted his head. "How could I what? Feed you? The ride would have been worse without it."

Her head snapped forward a bit as she loosed her anger with her tears. "How could you do this to me! You're his- his... toy right? He did this to you, like he's doing to me? Surely you know how you just fucking killed me!"

The drake leaned back, looking hurt. "You're not dead, I could never do that."

She growled, "But you fucking KIDNAPPED me! Don't you understand that I'll be raped? Kept here for the rest of my life? He'll probably fuck me until I die unless I can get the hell out of here!"

The drake's face turned a bit stern. "Hey, keep your voice down, and no swearing."

The crimson dragoness bared her teeth, "FUCK OFF!"

She yelped a bit as the drake's hand clasped around her muzzle, silencing her. She wiggled her head but just couldn't move enough to dislodge him, the latex on his palm filling her senses with its smell. He spoke quietly but quickly, a touch of emotion in his voice. "Don't be foolish. Do you want him to come back?" She stopped moving, glaring intently at the collared drake. He sighed. "He hates it when we're rude, so no language, and indoor voices only. Okay?"

There was a long pause as she debated whether to listen to her fellow... slave? She wasn't sure how to classify this. Hostage maybe? Regardless, he was a slave that helped get another one, and she really didn't like him for that, but he was the best chance of figuring shit out and getting a way to leave. She nodded.

He took his hand off her snout, hand hovering over her face in case she did an outburst anyways. After a moment he brought it back down to his rubber thigh. "Try to remember that, otherwise he won't bother taking the ring-gag off you when he's done." She deflated from the insinuation of the sentence. Okay, yeah, sex slave kidnapping. Her life just got fucked, literally. She let the grim humor of how she likely won't go long without getting laid ever again ease her mind a touch. The drake continued. "And it's not torture either, unless you want it to be."

The dragon huffed indignantly. "What, you're telling me to enjoy being a sex slave?"

The dark furred drake nodded. "Yes. It's humiliating at first, being treated like an object is degrading and harsh for anyone. But if you can get past that and enjoy what he gives you, this whole thing will be a lot better."

She rolled her eyes. "Is that what you did? Just gave up and became a little submissive sissy bitch?"

"Language."

She groaned.

He sighed. "Look, you have a lot of time ahead of you, and I know you won't accept my advice or point of view until you see things a bit differently. So let's just focus on feeding you, then I'll take you down and explain how everything is going to work."

The freezing cold in her core returned when she remembered that she's going to the kennels. Focus, the present is what matters, focus on not being hungry anymore. The ruby dragon gave another huff. "Fine."

The drake nodded, some cheeriness from the first time she saw him returning. "Great, don't want you going hungry." He even smiled a touch. She should have kicked him in the fucking teeth. He turned back to the bedside table, the taped up dragon looking with him. Three jars and a spoon sit there, the jars moderately sized. She squinted. No way.

The drake leaned towards them. "Let's see... I didn't know what flavor you would like so I got a few. There's apple-cinnamon, cherry, and beef stroganoff if you're feeling adventurous."

"What the fu-" She halted when he looked at her. "...are those?" She jerked her heads to the jars. "Baby food?"

Toy chuckled a bit. "No, but close. It's liquid based food for people without teeth."

God, she really didn't like him. She was happy for that actually, her anger suppressed how much she wanted to curl up and cry. Maybe she was forcing herself to be mad at him, but she didn't care. "In case you haven't noticed, I have teeth."

He peered back to her with a dull look. "Yes. I know."

"Then why...?"

"There will be times where you won't be able to chew." He said, a little too calmly for her liking. The comment about the ring-gag came back to her and she shuddered. He continued, "Also, you can't eat with your arms tied up, so I need to feed you and master found this to be the easiest food to feed others with."

Fucking great. She was literally going to be spoon-fed like a baby because the person who kidnapped her put her into an immobilizing fetish suit and got his mind broken boy-toy to do it for him. Fantastic. "I hate everything about this, you know that right?"

He nodded solemnly. "Yes. I do hope it passes quickly though, as your anger does nothing but make you more angry and less likely to find any kind of happiness for the rest of your life."

She stared at him, disliking the logic, too spiteful to acknowledge it being slightly reasonable. "Whatever, sooner we do this, sooner it's over." The drake nodded again. She sighed. "Give me the apple cinnamon."

"Good choice, that was my favorite."

That raised her brows. "Oh? And who fed you? How... how many people has he taken?" She shivered.

The boy just smiled warmly. "Master fed me. You're actually only the second acquisition."

She wasn't expecting that answer. That cold fucking bastard fed him? She doubted it, but was concerned by the happy smile the drake now wore, like he was re-living happy memories. "Wait, was your favorite? What do you eat now?"

His ears perked, happy to answer her question. "I mostly eat the same food I make for master now. Though he usually cums in my portion before we eat." He kept smiling happily, really sending the clear message of how far gone 'Toy' was to the dragoness. She listened to the jar's lid popping, new questions and fears swirling in her mind.

"How old are you? How long have you been here?" She said, voice low and scared of the answer. She was twenty four, still in her first few years of the job market after college. But now she wanted to know how long it might have taken that golden furred fuck to break the drake so badly, so she could gauge her own resistance to hold out. Yet knowing she was only the second, made her doubt her chances of rescue.

"I'm twenty six. Master picked me up..." He rubbed his chin, the white fingers on the black latex hand and arm providing an interesting contrast. "When I was nineteen? Maybe twenty. The early days are kinda fuzzy for me." He shrugged calmly as the crimson scaled girl stared worriedly.

Years. Actual fucking years, maybe up to seven. It was less than her worst guess, but knowing the real number made her scared of her own time ahead. Next thing she knew there was a spoon of apple-sauce looking goop in front of her lips. She looked down at it, before flitting back to the drake's expectant eyes. She flushed with impending embarrassment, glaring at him, also feeling the scales on her face heat up as she was slapped with a reminder that they're both naked for the most part.

She could see his junk, his dick still sheathed after she kicked him, glad she didn't have to see it as her mind was already thinking about how disgustingly nice his nuts looked. She wouldn't call herself a slut, but she was active and needy when it came to sex, and she didn't think the sergal actually did anything to her after she was drugged, still unfulfilled since three months. The reason she was here had not gone away.

She looked down sheepishly, seeing her tits open and out on her chest, compressed a bit by gravity as the nipples splayed to either side of her torso. Her pink slit was perfectly visible too, the drake no doubt having a better vantage point to peer right at it from his sitting position. She was moderately impressed that he wasn't popping a chub, her entire body was on display like his. If she were him, she knew for a fact she'd be hard as steel. He waited patiently with the spoon in front of her, seeing her look around and blush.

She met his gaze with a little less fury and determination than before. "Just... one question and I'll eat." The stocking wearing boy nodded. "Did he... do anything to me while I was out?"

The drake tilted an ear in question. "Do anything? Like what?"

"Did he rape me?"

A surprised then understanding expression came onto his face. "Ah, no. Master waits until you ask before doing it the first time."

She looked at him. That motherfucker. She didn't know why that suddenly made her situation a thousand times worse, and hated that it did. The dragoness sighed. "Wait actually, could you prop me up on the headboard or a pillow or something? I don't want to eat laying down."

The boy smiled warmly and his ears perked. The 'cute' labeling her mind did came back with a vengeance. "Of course." He set the spoon back into the jar and clambered onto the bed. He crawled over to her, the dragoness making extra sure not to look at the swaying balls between his legs before he reached her and put his hands under her tied arms, pulling her up and resting her against the headboard with a pillow for cushioning.

She looked away, her breasts remaining as exposed as ever, but now her lower region was on full display like one of those torso-dolls. She was now in the middle of the bed, the drake now sitting next to her cross legged, squeaks from his stockings echoing when he sat down.

He held the jar and spoon once more, bringing a full one to her lips. She didn't open them, filled with the humiliation of being spoon-fed. He kept smiling at her, "I was in the same spot you are, no need to be embarrassed." She looked into his blue eyes and saw him being genuine.

She sighed. "I swear, if you so much as think about saying 'here comes the choo-choo train' I will rip your nuts off." She hoped she put enough anger in the words to seem like a real threat.

He just hummed amusedly and smiled more. "I won't."

Then with a final sigh to push her loss of dignity away from her thoughts, she opened her mouth. The drake made sure to slowly push the spoon forward, letting the indignant girl clamp her mouth back down around it once it was far enough in. She squinted. It tasted like bargain brand applesauce, with a few notes of odd flavors underneath it.

"It has various nutrient and vitamin supplements inside it. You can survive on nothing but this, it has everything a body needs. Thankfully master is nice though, and gets different flavors so you don't have to eat the same exact thing for years. If you're good, he'll probably let you sit at the table with us too, maybe even give you solid food." The drake explained as she slurped the goop off the spoon and swallowed. He pulled the spoon out slowly "Just open again when you're ready for another."

The drake scooped up more as she smacked her lips. "Is there a reason I can't have solid food now? Beyond that hint you dropped about being gagged earlier." The dragoness held her mouth open after speaking, the spoon re-entering and her jaws closing again to take another bite.

The drake answered while she ate. "It's to get you used to ingesting fluids. Makes it easier for you to handle master's cum during a deepthroat. Ideally you never want to spill a drop, but it can be hard early on. This eases the first few foundational things for that."

She swallowed again as he got another spoonful. "That doesn't exactly reassure me about my future." She closed back down around the spoon as he shrugged.

"That's for you to determine. I'm just answering your question."

Unfortunately she knew that. She sighed as she gulped down more of the goop. It wasn't great, but now that she was eating she felt like she was starving. She was tempted to ask him to just put the jar to her lips, but she wanted to keep some dignity.

"I'm not going to enforce it the first time and when you're this hungry, but try not to chew. Fluid training and all that."

She nodded with another spoonful landing in her stomach. Fuck that, she wasn't doing any kind of training today. She supposed that he is understanding of her if he's been in her place. Though she quickly stopped that train of thought, because it made her see herself in his place.

She had let her guard drop a touch, no longer seething at him for doing this to her. She needed that back, but she found getting angry harder to do. Her already restrained posture slouched, her own ears drooping with every bite. The full gravity of everything was settling still, and she didn't have rage or tears to vent it.

The drake could see her mind working, thinking, his face turning a touch sympathetic as he raised the spoon to her open maw again. "If it helps, don't think about the future. Take things one day at a time, and then next thing you know the future was a year ago." She dimly looked at him before looking back down in sadness.

"How much are you allowed to talk to me?"

He blinked in confusion. "There isn't a limit as far as I know."

She shook her head. "No, there's gotta be a line you can't cross. Like telling me something about how to escape or something about Kelt that he doesn't-"

The boy was quick to intrude, "Master. Call him master."

"Not calling him that. What I mean is there has to be some things you can't talk about right?"

He appeared thoughtful, "I suppose, but there's not much I can say that would actually have any impact."

She looked at him, all the fire in her orange eyes gone. "Why me?"

His ears dropped a bit as he met her gaze with hesitation. "I'm not entirely sure. My best guess is that master is tired of only having male interactions. He probably wanted a girl to mix things up, and you were nearby one of his trips and easy to get to. Though from what your profile said and how much master liked the date, you are the exact kind of girl he likes." The near-naked drake appeared a bit morose. "Just a stroke of bad luck for you I suppose. He wasn't actually planning on getting you that night, or anyone really. Just an emergency plan lined up in case he found someone special."

She looked down at her bound limbs. "Yeah, I'm really feeling the love."

His features softened. "It's just for the introduction period. And seriously, he likes you. I woke up in the basement, and didn't leave it for at least a few months. To start you in the spare bedroom is a huge deal. I know it hurts now and is really scary and generally shitty, but please try to accept him."

She raised a brow at his use of an explicative. He smiled a bit.

"I'm trained, I know not to swear at him. You need the full-time enforcement." He smiled at her before it faltered with the silence a bit. "Just... be good, okay? If you're willing and obedient, everything will be much better than the alternatives. I won't go on a tirade about how good master is, because you likely don't want to hear it, but keep that in mind. Your experience of him is limited to say the least."

She let out a defeated sigh. She was dreading sleeping tonight. There were too many things to think about. The crimson dragoness once more forced herself to focus on the present. There was still a third of the apple-cinnamon sludge to go, so she opened her mouth again. She noted the drake open his mouth to say something before halting, closing it. She twitched an ear while she closed down around the spoon, signaling him to explain.

He looked at her a bit sheepishly. "I suppose it's too early to call you a good girl?"

Her eyes narrowed and she quickly swallowed. "Very."

He nodded and got another spoonful. "Some advice then. Don't get in a puff when master says it. It's meant to be a rewarding compliment, please take it as such." His ears folded with a touch of unsureness. "And you should probably... you know, apologize about the wall." He turned to look to where his horns had smashed through the house. "That would probably get you some brownie points with him."

She snorted, the irony not lost on her as the drake tilted an ear in confusion, not knowing what he said. "I'll apologize when he fixes it himself. Serves him right for taking me."

The drake turned back to her. "I'll be fixing it actually."

The dragoness regarded him with the smallest hint of guilt as she swallowed her next mouthful. "I thought you were a toy, not a construction worker."

He flicked his tail, a subtle shrug. "Beyond cleaning the chunks out of the frame behind it and making sure no wires are damaged, it's just some spackle really. Hardest part will be checking the attic to see if there's any of the paint left from this room."

She closed around the spoon again, a gulp following. "How much do you do around here then? A lot of housework?"

He nodded back. "Beyond pleasuring master, pretty much. Laundry on Tuesdays and Fridays, dry-cleaning his suits on Saturdays, Sunday is Funday with Monday being housecleaning. Wednesdays and Thursdays are kinda freestyle, I'm under master's desk most of the time and we usually work out on Thursdays. I cook breakfast at nine am and dinner typically at six pm, but those are dependent on master's schedule."

She was silent for a bit. He did a lot more actual boring house stuff than she thought. "Two days for laundry? How many clothes does Kelt have?"

The drake laughed a bit and wiggled his fingers, making the latex on his palms and the rest of his arms squiggle a bit. "The latex stuff needs to be hand washed."

She actually smiled the smallest amount at that, her expected lifestyle of a kidnapped personal sex slave not matching up to the probably boring schedule the drake followed. "Huh. Wasn't really expecting that." The drake just nodded cheerily as he fed her another bite. "So... you do dry cleaning too? That's pretty major." She hated having to pick up her blazers and blouses up every week. She was also desperate to just talk, to distract herself the smallest amount.

He shook his head casually. "Oh no, I just take it into town and bring it back."

She froze. The latex laden boy looked at her sudden reaction with a concerned look, ears drooping again.

"What's wrong?" He asked quickly.

"You go to town." She whispered, making him even more confused.

"...Yeah? We can't really put dry cleaning machines in the house, that's a bit excessive."

"You... go... to town."

His face grew confused. "Are you alright?"

She continued to stare at him. "You leave the house, and then you come back!?"

His face turned a little awkward. "Ah right. Sorry, I forgot you're still new. I'm just a bit excited to have someone to talk to, and your point of view slipped my mind."

"So you know where we are? What town we're in?"

He sighed, knowing this conversation might take awhile. "Yes."

"And he lets you leave?"

"Drive his car even."

Her jaw dropped. "What? How can... You could... what? "

He crossed his arms and looked at her. "I like my life with him. I have no reason to throw away the care he's shown me over the years."

She couldn't fucking believe it. "He kidnapped you! Stole your life away!"

"Then he gave me a new one."

"I don't believe you. There's no way someone would willingly return to their kidnapper. You could at least tell the police about me."

"I could never do that to master."

"That's fine, do your crazy slave shit then, but just let me go! Dump me on the side of the road, I don't care!"

He shook his head. "I won't do that."

She groaned exasperatedly. "Why not?"

"Because I think you'll be happy here."

"You're insane. You're a brainwashed slave, helping him kidnap more people."

"Of course. One person can't do a successful kidnapping very easily." There was some sarcasm in the statement that she missed.

"Then how did he get you!" Her voice was rising.

"I was in an alley as I tried to get to a hospital after things went south with my dealer."

Her head lurched back, snapping her bewildered mouth shut. "Oh." She muttered. Shit, things were starting to make more sense. She just stared at him bewilderedly. He stuck the spoon in front of her lips. She just didn't know how to process all that at once, on top of her already fucked situation. So she just... didn't. The ruby scaled dragoness took all that info and dropped it in the 'process later' folder. She opened her mouth. The flavor of cinnamon once more filled her taste buds. An unwanted reprieve. With that, she swallowed once more, she sighed, staring at the ceiling.

He sealed the empty jar back up, setting it on the table with the others as a buzzing sound was heard with a small electronic tune. She noted that Toy's tail twitted and ears shot up. He looked down to his thigh, a visible bulge in the latex in the shape of a rectangle, some of it protruding from the edge like a waistband storage. He grabbed it and pulled it out with a slight squeak, the music no longer muffled. It was a smartphone, a new model, just came out last year. She couldn't even afford it realistically.

He tapped the answer button and brought it to his ear, sitting on the side of the bed, lifting one of his legs over the other to rest on his thigh and shaking it as an idle motion, his stockings giving out faint rubbery squawks. "Yes master?" He paused. "I just finished feeding her, and was about to take her down. She's been very good."

Another pause. "In the lower master closet, got it." His entire posture had changed the moment the phone rang, the drake giddy and happy just to talk to his master. "Yes, I'll check on him. When would you like me to start dinner?" He stiffened with mild surprise. "Oh! Sounds good!" A pause. "Okay I'll put the call in, have fun master! See you later!"

He pulled the phone down and ended the call, his tail swishing back and forth happily. He tapped a few things on the screen as she scrutinized him. He has a fucking phone, a full on, legit phone. Toy chuckled to himself. "I think your first day with him went well."

She raised a brow. "He choked me out and bound my leg. How?"

He turned to look at her, "Ah, seems he was expecting worse actually. We're actually celebrating your arrival tonight. He's in the mood for some pizza so he figured we could all have some." His warm smile did not match her overall situation. "I would prefer to make it myself, but we'll be pretty busy so takeout works. Once second." He raised the phone back to his ear. "Hi! Yes, I would like to place a carry-out order."

She stared at him, he was actually calling the pizza place right in front of her. "Three larges please, one meat lovers, one four cheese, and..." He paused, cupping the phone bottom to muffle the microphone before turning to her. "What kind of pizza do you like?"

She hesitated, but she knew what she had to do. "Help! I'm being held-" His hand was back around her muzzle in a flash, his previously happy smile now an upset scowl. She mumbled as loud as she could, but she knew the phone couldn't hear her.

"No, sorry, that was just my sister messing with me. Just a pepperoni for the third." He didn't take his eyes off hers as he continued. "This phone number should be able to pull it up. Yes, Kelt Mazarin, the card should be on file." A terrible pause of his gaze burning into her soul followed. "Perfect! I'll be there to pick it up in an hour."

His tone kept the cheeriness that had drained out of his body, actually creeping her out. Boy did she just fuck up. She only hoped that whomever he was talking to was suspicious enough to actually call it in to the police. She knew they weren't, minimum wage made it so that they couldn't care less.

He ended the call and just stared at her in silence for a minute, still holding her jaws shut. "I am very disappointed in you." Was all he said to her, making her stare with guilt before casting her eyes away, unable to bear seeing his. True to his word, he wasn't angry, but the sheer disheartening light in his blue eyes started to affect her. She was stronger than this, come on, she can't actually be upset that she made a lunatic called Toy be disappointed with her. She then looked in fear as he brought the phone back up to his ear.

"Sorry for interrupting master. It's your call in the end, but I don't think she should be joining us tonight." Her eyes widened. "Nothing major, but it seems too much faith was placed in her this early and I made a bad judgment call. I'll fill you in when you get home." She closed her eyes. Fuck, he was throwing himself under the bus as much as her. She had mixed feelings about her outburst taking them both down. But two things were proven, she wasn't ready, and he was devoted. "I understand. Of course, see you then." He dropped the phone down, sliding it back into his stocking. Then he sighed deeply as he looked her over.

"I'm sorry." She tried to mumble out, his grip only tightening and silencing her further. She looked at his frown with fearful eyes.

"Pets aren't supposed to talk." Was all he said before letting her scaled muzzle go, the statement keeping her silent. "I'll be back." He said, quickly standing to his sleeved paws. He looked back to her, some of the emotion now replaced with concern. "I'm used to having cum for dinner, but you aren't. Take this coming lesson to heart." His anger flickered back, but with a lighthearted undertone. "And thanks to you, it's going to be at least a month before I can cum now." Then he strode out, stockings squeaking on the floor.

She sank back against the pillow on the headboard, alone with her thoughts again. This time they were much, much worse though. She was conflicted, something she wasn't actually expecting. She should feel great for taking a chance for freedom, not... guilty. Toy was... interesting, but not someone who's opinion of her she cared about. Maybe it was just that anything she did in front of him, Kelt would be told, Toy being an extension of his eyes and ears.

But... her mind wandered to that place again. Toy seemed pretty interested in helping her adjust to this, he didn't actually have to answer any of her questions or give advice, or even be as friendly as he was. She shook her head. No, he's not friendly, he's manipulative. The cold stare he gave her when she shouted was far too similar to the one Kelt gave her when tying her leg up, there was a real possibility that everything Toy had said was total fucking lie.

Her head clunked back on the headboard again, her own curved horns thudding into it. She just didn't know what to think about all this, maybe that was their plan, just overload her on the first day then drip-feed her niceties and pleasure. The dragoness shivered. She didn't want to think about how she would likely be made to please the smug sergal. When she prayed for some reliable source of dick during her crunch hours, this wasn't the solution she wanted.

She opened her eyes again, hearing the squeaky steps of the drake approaching. He came back holding something she didn't realize she never wanted to see. A collar. The word 'Pet' was woven on the front in red thread. His other hand held some kind of straps. His scowl had lessened, no longer glaring at her, but he wasn't smiling like he was before the call.

He walked up to her, her eyes sad and troubled, and quickly put the collar on her, making sure the buckle was a few notches looser than needed for her comfort. Now she really felt like shit, he didn't have to do that. She's already kicked him in the gut, her own patience for herself would be gone by now.

There were three loops of strap in his other hand, he started to wrap one around her middle like a belt, fingers still careful to not touch her too much, as she twitched with every brush of his uncovered fingers on her scales. She contemplated crying again. "Wh-What are you doing?" She whimpered to him.

"Getting you strapped up so I can carry you down the stairs."

"Carry me?"

His face was sort of neutral now, just a determined expression of a man with a job to do. "Mhm. Originally I was going to let you walk, as needing to carry you seemed a bit childish." He looked right into her eyes. "I see I was wrong." Ouch, that stung her. Wait, no it shouldn't, what the fuck.

He tightened her waistband, rolling her onto her side and placing the long belt through her waist one and then linking it to her collar like a duffel bag strap on her back. She shuddered a bit, her small peace of mind given by his short pleasant company shattered. He tugged the long strap, testing its weight and placement. "Let me know if it pulls the collar too tightly."

She just nodded somberly, water welling in her eyes again. "What's the third strap for?" She heard a sigh come from her back.

"You ask too many questions." Then dark fabric descended over her eyes, a blindfold. She felt wetness spread around her eyes as they began to tear up in earnest. She suddenly felt herself lift up, the strap around her waist and collar pulling her. She coughed in surprise, the leather digging into her neck, but the torso band was close enough to take the brunt of her weight so that it wasn't cutting her air off. A voice came from above her. "How's the collar, too much tension?"

She shook her head, then felt herself begin to move, swaying a bit like a heavy bag of groceries. She heard the squeaking of his stockings on the floor now, coupled with the clack of his exposed claws tapping the surface as well. They walked for a moment, probably just to the end of the hall before she heard him sigh. "Sorry, I'm in a bad mood, I'm being rude. The blindfold is to stop you from seeing the layout of the house, as there is now a real possibility of you doing something stupid like trying to escape. Similar reason as to why I'm carrying you."

She hoped he saw her ears flick in appreciation. She was mentally kicking herself now, drips of water landing where she passed over. Right off the bat she was presented with a possible friend to help ease the suffering of her predicament, and she just fucking spat in his face. What an idiot. She heaved a bit with a heavy sob. Fucking moron. She heard a door open, then felt heavy swaying as they descended. Stairs.

"Almost there." He said, leveling back out to flat ground again. Then she felt herself drop, not onto a hard floor but a soft cushion. The straps she wore went slack, relieving her as she processed what she was on. Then the blindfold was removed. She was indeed in a basement, though a small room inside a larger basement.

The room was no larger than a bathroom, actually having some kind of hole with a water tap above it in the corner. She peered at the gray concrete walls, their construction looking darker and fresh, made within the last few months. She looked down a bit, seeing she was atop a dog bed. She sobbed again. Of course it was a dog bed.

"This is your kennel. It'll be your home for awhile, so don't explore it all at once." She could hear the forced smile in his voice, not deeming herself even worthy to look at him. He sighed, crouching down with a slight squeak to undo the straps on her back and torso, leaving her in just her collar and bound rubber limbs. "There's still a lot of time left in the day, and I need to run, so get comfortable. I'll bring a blanket when it's closer to night, unless you want it now."

She just shook her head. She just wanted to go home, fresh tears spilling onto the bed.

"Well alright. Try to keep moving your hands and toes every few hours, you'll likely be tied up like that for another full day. And let me know if the leg master taped is too tight, I did your limbs so that you should still have good blood-flow, but I know he wasn't really thinking about your comfort when he bound the leg. I'll loosen it if it's bad."

She shook her head again. Every word he said to her shouted how much of an idiot she was in her head, wishing to be alone in her despair for now.

"I'll be back in an hour or so, and master will be with me. He'll be punishing you tonight, but I'm not sure when." She heard his tell-tale clack-squeaks lead away from her. "Just don't forget what I said. Maybe we can start over tomorrow, I understand today was rough for you." He said with a final sigh, a metal door closing off her kennel from the main basement. There was a heavy click as it locked, bringing forth another shaking sobbing fit from her as silence filled the room.

-- 3 --

She was a mess for the next hour. Almost a literal one as she contemplated letting her bladder flow onto the bed, just to spite her captors. She decided against it though, ultimately it would accomplish nothing but forcing her to lay in her own piss for a while. Her thoughts were scrambled at the least, not expecting such dire mental conflict on the first day of being kidnapped. How weak willed was she to be this messed up after not even a full day?

Her thoughts cycled through hatred of the sergal and Toy, to terrible self-loathing and guilt for rejecting Toy's friendship, and drowning in the despair of never going home, never seeing her family again. She could only hope the missing persons report was filed fast, a lot of her bills were linked to her mother's credit card for auto-pay.

There was a clang as she heard the basement door open, two sets of steps approaching her, one a mixture of clacking and squeaking. She opened her eyes and braced her will for the small amount she could. Her cell door opened, and in strode the stoic sergal, Toy stepping in behind him and closing the door. One of his sleeves was half on, the drake tugging it up his fur the rest of the way as Kelt regarded his troublesome pet.

"It's come to my attention that you caused Toy some trouble, Pet." She remained silent, not even taking her gaze off the floor. "So let me start off by making one thing abundantly clear. Toy is a good toy. Toy is happy here, and likes to see other people happy. Do not use that to manipulate him ever again." His words were tense, calculated. She sucked in a breath as he said that. "He offered you an olive branch, and you used that to put his life in danger."

She let her eyes go to his stern pointed face, silver eyes watching her keenly. She stammered, "I-I didn't-"

"I don't care what you have to say. Your actions spoke enough. Until you have shown that you can be a good pet, you don't get to speak." He suddenly produced a few items from nowhere, a metal ring amidst dark rubber standing out to her. He tilted his head towards her. "Hold her in position."

Toy curtly nodded, padding over to her and kneeling by her head, her eyes looking at him sorrowfully. He lifted her up to sit her upright on her folded shins, ass on the floor and tail flat on the ground behind her. He knelt down behind her, hands holding the sides of her head.

Then his fingers pushed into her lips, making her hum in surprise and dread. He gently but firmly yanked her jaws apart, holding her mouth open as Kelt approached. He quickly and unceremoniously shoved a ring-gag deep into her maw, the metal clanging into her teeth while he wrapped the strap around the back of her head.

She didn't fight it, there was no point in this situation. Being basically amputated meant all she could feasibly do was bite down on Toy's fingers, something she knew would only make things exponentially worse.

With the gag secure, her jaws being split a set distance apart now, she cast her gaze to the floor. Then looked back with worry as a black latex hood descended over her head, leaving her eyes and nose uncovered, small holes in the slots for her ears giving them a window to the outside world.

Her muzzle was covered on all sides now, yet it was still split open inside the rubber. Then Toy pulled an average sized dildo from somewhere, only for her to grimly know where once it got close to her nose. He saw her eyes scrunch up and whispered into an earhole. "Don't worry, I clean thoroughly daily."

Then much to her dismay, he pushed the tip of the vaguely draconic dildo into her spread lips, sending it into the wet cavity held open within the rubber hood. She hadn't done ass to mouth before, so the taste was less than pleasant, actually taking a dildo into her mouth was not too big of a deal comparatively, deepthroats weren't new to her. Still, she gagged surprisingly as the silicone tip pressed to the entrance of her throat. Another whisper in her ear. "Open your throat if you can, please. Need to start working on your gag-reflex."

She glucked softly around the toy in her jaws. That wasn't exactly something she could do at will, having a tough time with deepthroating even when she was aroused. But she tried, a small attempt at relaxing and swallowing sending its pointed tip past her tight ring of muscle in her neck. With a bit of a push, the faux-dick lurched forward into her throat, sending a gurgle through her as her esophagus contracted from the invasion, a subtle heave rolling up her spine.

Toy gave her a moment to get used to something past that barrier, just the knot left before the toy was fully sheathed in her muzzle and throat. It would be deep enough to be discomforting but not enough to cut off air to any serious degree. With a bit of struggle, he pushed the knot past her hooded lips, a wet choke flowing through her body as the toy's tip descended another inch or two into her neck.

There it came to rest, a slight bulge in her neck now, the toy secure in her mouth from the knot but Toy taking the strapped base it had and tying it securely around her muzzle anyways. She frantically swallowed, gag reflex screaming about the object lodged in her face, eyes unfocused as she processed the toy shoved in her neck.

Now the sergal smiled at the gagging dragoness, collared, bound and sat upon a dog bed in a concrete kennel in his basement. "You already look better. Toy will come back with your dinner later." He said before swiping a hand towards the door, the drake behind her nodding and letting her head go, standing up and padding over to Kelt and through the door once he opened it. Then it swung shut as fast as it opened, the returned quietness only broken by her sporadic gentle heaving.

-

She didn't know how much time had passed until there was rattling at her door, it unlatching and creaking open. She watched Toy step in with a few items in his arms. First and foremost was a big fuzzy blanket, likely for her to sleep with. Trace amounts of gratitude filled her stressed mind. On said folded blanket was a box, then some white tubing and syringe of large size. As he neared her, she recognized it to be the syringe used in pumping lube through dildos, giving her an uneasy feeling in her gut.

Toy spoke in a calm tone, voice returning some of its previous cheeriness. "It's around eight o clock, so you should probably try to get some sleep after you eat. I'll wake you up at seven in the morning, first thing is some walking training for the position you're in."

She looked at him, reassured by the simple concept of a schedule and knowing what her immediate future entails. She tracked him as he made his way to her, keeling with a rubbery squawk and setting the pile of items down on the floor. "I'll also help you with relieving yourself while you're less than mobile." She looked at him with an increasingly embarrassed flush, wishing to speak her ills.

The dildo stuck in her throat was still stopping her from talking, though she already had to admit that she had stretched a bit to accommodate it already, no longer having any trouble breathing when she remained still. Adding any kind of motion to it disrupted that, but that would change with more practice, something she wasn't looking forward to.

"Hey, it will only be as awkward as you determine it. I drink master's urine pretty regularly, so holding you over a hole to pee into is really nothing big." She just stared at him while he sorted his items out after so casually saying that. "Right, well let's get you fed." He grabbed the clear tubing and big syringe, the dragoness now seeing that it was full of a white, creamy liquid.

Oh shit, he wasn't kidding about having cum for dinner. Toy leaned in to her face, inspecting the dildo stuck in the hood's oral opening, looking for the hole to place the tubing into. He found it, threading the tube into the toy's base and figured he'd talk a bit to break the silence and keep her informed.

"Yeah it's cum. But we added some supplements to it, so it has far more nutritional value than you might think. Not as much as the actual liquid foods, but enough to get you a good meal." Her ears twitted in an unspoken question, the ruby dragoness eyeballing the volume of the syringe as if to say 'Is that the size of one of Kelt's loads?'

Toy did indeed pick up on it, "No, he doesn't cum this much in one sitting." Relief and fear filled her, for she had a gauge of how much she might have to swallow when the sergal used her mouth, though she became afraid at the prospects of multiple separate loads of jizz sitting in a fridge for who knows how long. Again, Toy seemed to pick up on this worry.

"No, it's not a saved old shot of moldy semen, its full because It's also got my cum in it." He said nonchalantly, finishing up securing the tubing and pumping out the air. She stared at him with mild disgust. Great, two people's loads for dinner, and one of them was the person trying to help her. She felt mildly betrayed with that, this friendly Toy was now going to make her guzzle his own jizz. The manipulation theory returned to her head, because a thing didn't add up.

She glared at him with another questioning gaze, shooting her eyes between the syringe and his open junk. The dragoness noted that his dick was back out at half-hardness, that odd metal cover on his cockhead. He looked at her, trying to determine the question she was trying to ask before the metaphorical lightbulb went off. He sighed and slipped out the phone from his stocking.

"Yes, it will be a month before I can cum. Master let me release today as a reward for telling him, and because we needed to fill the syringe." He tapped the phone a few times before holding it in front of the crimson dragon's face.

She quickly took in what was on the screen, top to bottom. First was that it was indeed 8:16 pm, second is that he had full five bars, so they weren't likely in the middle of nowhere and the basement still had a signal. The main portion of the screen was a calendar app, open to the current day. She was amazed he did that, don't kidnappers usually try to not let their captives know how long they've been there? Regardless, it was three days since the hotel, so the trip took two nights. That scared her, as she could be in another country for all she knows.

Once Toy knew she had seen the date on the calendar, he scrolled down through the days, events and other reminders flying by too fast for her to read. Then he stopped, thirty days after the current date, and there in the event list was 'Toy's next release' staring her in the face.

Huh, he was telling the truth about a few things so far. In fact, she hasn't caught him in a lie yet at all. Granted, she now had the evidence to prove only three of his statements, but those were all truthful. She eyed him suspiciously, a good chunk of her simply not wanting to believe him for the sake of it.

The drake put the phone away, then returned to holding the syringe. "I'm going to start injecting it okay? The dildo-gag should be deep enough so that you don't actually taste it, but try to keep swallowing, stops the chances of choking or back flow."

She remained still as her eyes narrowed. She had liked swallowing cum just a few days ago, now she was strongly compelled to throw all of her sexual preferences out the window to spite them. Consent was key in arousal, and boy did they have the wrong fucking key. But, choking sounded like a bad time, so her shoulders slumped with a droop to her ears as she gave a small nod.

Toy then began to steadily press the plunger, the dragoness feeling a lukewarm impact of liquid in her throat, her natural reflex almost making her swallow it regardless. She closed her eyes to focus on methodically drinking, and to try and ignore the situation she was in. Hearty gulps came from the dragon's neck, the bulge of the dildo unmoving as her neck scales undulated with each swallow. Before she knew it, the syringe was fully depressed with all of its creamy contents bubbling in her stomach, her throat feeling icky and slimy.

The drake plucked the tube out of the dildo's base and wrapped it around the syringe, sticking his tongue out to lap up the small drop of remnants about to drop from the pipe end. Once her thoughts were no longer actively avoiding reality, she just sighed and mumbled out a sad noise around the big dildo shoved down her mouth. This had to be some crazy fucking dream, or a long terrible prank. Seriously, did Cathy hear her complaining about not having enough men in her life? This has gone way too fucking far.

"Now is the rough part." He knelt down next to her, the dragoness now looking at him with concern.

'Wait, now is the rough part? After being kidnapped, bound, gagged, and force-fed cum?' Her eyes screamed at him.

She watched his ears fold a touch after seeing the exclamation in her irises. "Yeah." He then lifted the box, figuring he would show her. He opened the lid revealing three items to her that she wasn't really happy to see. A bullet vibrator, a small buttplug, and a bottle of lube. She stared coldly at the items before sighing deeply through her nose. The dragoness had been wondering when the sex part of the sex slavery would be kicking in. She was vastly upset that she was bound now, as there was quite literally nothing she could do to stop the drake from reaching her holes.

A long muffled 'Fuuuuuuck' came from her stuffed mouth, eyes closing shut with despair. The drake tried to give a reassuring smile. "Hey, it could be worse. We're starting you with the smallest plug we could find, and even giving you lube. And come on, the vibrator should be a good thing, those feel good."

She looked to the ceiling. Sure they felt good, but she had no desire to feel good in this moment. The last thing she needed to be while being held captive was horny, and she was already kinda failing that. She of course wanted to yell at him for being so wrong in his thoughts of her, he no doubt saw getting raped and violated as fun this late into his slavery. She let him set her back down on the dog-bed, then roll her onto her protruding elbows and knees of the bitch-suit, the dragoness on all fours and staring indignantly at the concrete wall.

She could hear his gloves and leggings squeak slightly as he shifted awkwardly, seeming to want to give her some decency and not openly look at her exposed nethers, but then remembering that messing with those holes were his current task. "So just uh, try to relax okay?" She grunted, making sure he couldn't tell if the noise was agreeing or disagreeing with him.

"I suppose I should also mention that I'm in charge of most of your training regimen. For the sex stuff anyways. As long as you're good and don't fuss too much, the schedule and methods I've laid out are designed to ease you in slowly and give minimal discomfort." He looked at her with a sheepish look. "But if you do put me behind schedule, then master wants me to... ah, reduce the niceness. So don't. Please."

She rolled her eyes, but was torn in her thoughts. She was already fucked, resisting would only fuck her over more, and likely roughly. The dragoness had quickly accepted her current helplessness, instead focusing on steeling her mind for the trials to come. Sure Toy was cute and did seem pretty genuine, but she would shoot herself before becoming such a shattered thing as the drake.

Getting a vibrator strapped to her pussy and a plug shoved up her ass weren't the big deals, she wasn't an anal virgin. It was the fact that they were forcing it on her, the degrading humiliation of being reduced to a fuckpet making her want to rip the sergal's face off. So far, the physical threats of getting penetrated took second stage to the mental and emotional strain she was being put through.

"I'll do the bullet first, give you some pleasure for the plug." Toy said all too casually. He placed a pink pill-shaped device up to the tip of her exposed peachy slit, rubbing into the small nub of her clitoris. She harrumphed, he just dove right in, fuck. She forced herself to uncurl her toes as sensation fired up her spine. There was a small ripping sound before she felt a strap of tape lay across her lips, trapping the pill to her sensitive nub.

A small awkward chuckle came from the drake, obviously just trying to make some kind of conversation. "You're lucky you have scales. Taking tape off of my fur is not a fun time." He pulled his hands away once he made sure the device was secure to her slit, the small wire leading from its bottom connected to an equally pink little box with a dial on it. He rotated it a bit, a click coming from it as it turned on, a low buzz immediately following with a tense inhale from the dragoness.

He fiddled with it a bit, the buzz growing then shrinking in intensity as he tested the girl's reactions to the various settings. He stopped at about a third power, enough to get her body needy without actually giving serious pleasure and risk her climaxing without permission. She was visibly flushing with unwanted desire now, toes curling up again as the faintest trickle of clear juice dribbled onto the bed.

He looked to her with a hint of sympathy. "Vibration settings are non-negotiable by the way. I'll do what I can to accommodate you in most things, but these won't change if you ask. You need to be aroused for the training to take full effect." He said to her, patting her thigh a bit as he tucked the control box into the band of her own shiny black legging, making sure it was on the inside of her leg so she couldn't mess with it. She just grunted irritatedly at him and exhaled in resignation as she heard the cap to the lube bottle snap open. She focused on watching a drop of water form on the tap in the corner, tracking its descent before a new one came.

She hated how he referred to her emotions and sensations as such little things, objects to mold and utilize, not what a person was feeling. She desperately tried to think of things besides the sensations in her body, trying to once again think of a way out. If she played along enough, they would slip up.

Hell, Toy has a fucking smartphone, if she played the long con she was guaranteed freedom at the cost of her body and dignity. And if she had to suffer through this to have a chance to get away, she might as well take Toy's advice. It wasn't torture unless she made it be, so she stopped trying to block out the tingling surrounding her clit, allowing the slow build up of heat and pleasure to fill her senses.

She felt something cold press to her tailhole then, her rim instantly clenching up to block the intrusion. "Just relax, anal is really something special when you embrace it." Toy whispered to her. She kept her hold tight for a few moments before loosening it just a bit, reluctantly knowing his statement was true.

God she wished she was back in Riley's arms, that nice wolf slowly easing up under her tail and then... Wow, she needed to reel it in, that fucking vibrator was tearing down every mental wall she had. Though maybe thinking of her consensual sexual experiences while all this was happening would make it a touch more bearable. If she imagined she was on Reilly's bed, she could spare her mind the whole getting raped thing and hopefully keep her wit about her for when she found an opportunity.

The finger used her new looseness to spread the lube up into her entrance, the dragon shivering from the cold being smeared inside her. She made sure to only relax a touch, not to the full degree she was capable of. If his whole finger suddenly sunk in, he would know she knew her way around her ass, something she'd rather keep to herself.

The plug Toy had was quite small, the first stepping stone of training for the tightest of anal virgins. She would barely feel it, and that was good. If he discovered her experience he might bump her up a few sizes and take away the small beginning reprieve she was being given.

She didn't know for sure how much Toy was lying, part of her deeming him completely genuine, yet her logical mind knowing there had to be something that wasn't true in all he said, it was just too absurd. If he was going to lie to her face, she would lie to him in the only way she could. She tightened again, simulating someone who barely had control of their sphincter, hoping to sell the idea that she was indeed new to this.

The dragoness believes she did, his finger staying inside her for a bit longer than needed, likely him trying to gently loosen her up every millimeter before the small plug went in. She sighed. He was indeed looking out for her, and she was still unable to figure out exactly what she thought of that.

His digits retracted, sliding out of her now wet hole with a slight slurp and a clear trail of slime before he brushed the finger off on his chest fur. She then felt the cool soft tip of the silicone plug touch her anus, it then gradually pushed forward. She made sure to stop its progress every once and awhile, it finally coming to a halt in her shallowly, the small base snug to her rim.

It really wasn't bad, barely noticeable over the intense feelings from the vibrator. She heard the squeaks of Toy moving, knowing he's moving closer to her. She was preparing for something worse, like for him to suddenly start fucking her pussy, but nothing came.

"What position would you like to sleep in?" He asked her instead.

She hmm'd a query.

"I assume you don't want to sleep on your arms and knees? Would you rather be on your back or side?"

Actually that would be great. She tried to say 'back' but there was only muffled hums, the tip of the dildo in her throat still poking her neck out a bit.

"Oh right. Just... one sound for side, two for back."

"Hmm Hmm"

"Gotcha." More squeaks as he moved around her, gently pushing her over and rolling her to her back. He then draped that big fuzzy blanket over her, removing the slight chill from the basement room, her scales happy to be warm and covered to some degree again. She looked at the drake in thought, he was smiling and did seem actually happy to be sharing his experience with another person, doing his best to make her comfortable.

He reached towards her head, stopping as she glared at him, seeing that he was about to ruffle her hair affectionately. Nope, she might be fine with getting something shoved up her butt, but she wasn't having any of that touchy-feely crap after her emotions ran rampant during the phone call. She already still felt bad enough that she did that to him, she wasn't going to let him make her accept him more.

He then stood and gave her a small timid wave instead. "Well good night." He walked back to the door, pulling it open before looking back to her. "Sleep well, and please at least try to enjoy yourself." He gave a small nod then closed the door behind him, it latching shut loudly. Then the light in the cell clicked off, the dragoness plunged into darkness. Now it was just her, her nice blanket, her thoughts, and a nonstop vibrator on her clit. Yeah, sweet dreams.