Fates of the Unicorns 18 - Rutting Runt
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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 18 - Rutting Runt
SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters.
Rickie felt happy as he walked a now familiar path. He reflected on this and let out a small laugh. He should be scared and terrified. Here he was, wearing a slave collar and in a dragon town far from home. But he had spent the day and evening fucking his way through all the mares who had never looked twice at him. Or if they did, it was only to point and laugh. They were all at his mercy now. Even Brant, the bully he feared most was hanging limply in his chains after the beating he got. Now they were in chains while he was free to wander among them and do whatever he wanted. Thinking of his former tormentor he quickened his steps until he came to where he was hanging.
Brant ignored the footsteps of the little runt. He seemed to enjoy walking around and looking at everyone hanging from their shackles. If he ever got free he was going to kill that little shit! He groaned softly to himself, keeping his eyes shut, trying to ignore the dull pain all over his body from where he had been punched and slapped. The runt couldn't hit very hard, but he found all the vulnerable places you could hut a stallion. He opened his eyes with a gasp as he felt a hand wrap around his heavy and bruised balls. Mmmmmph! He was suddenly no longer hanging limply, but arching his back and pulling, trying to escape the fierce grip on his testicles as Rickie's hand squeezed him.
"Remember when you made fun of me when I wanted to join the team? You remember that? I do!" snarled Rickie as he squeezed harder and harder. "And all the times you hit me. And made fun of me."
Brant couldn't breathe, only able to make wet noises around the ball gag stuffed into his mouth. It hurt so bad and he couldn't get away from the agony of having his balls squeezed. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself close to passing out, but the pain wouldn't let him escape that easily. Every second was an eternity, and whenever he thought it couldn't get any worse, the hand would tighten a teeny bit more, and make the former pain seem like nothing at all compared to what the new grip was inflicting.
Rickie stared at the stallions face, enjoying the screwed up expression of pain.. the muzzle and ball gag making the humiliation even better. How easy it was to take his revenge now... he squeezed harder and felt a testicle slip from between his fingers, his grip now focused on a single one.
Brant howled through the gag, desperate to get away but all his strength was gone, and he couldn't even curl up into a ball like he so wanted to. Finally he felt himself released and he sagged, a horrible aching feeling spreading through his lower body, his balls a mass of gut-wrenching pain.
Rickie wiped his hand on the stallions chest, damp with the stallions pained sweat. "Yuck. Next time I'll just kick you, how about that you fucker." Brant just hung there and Rickie snorted and turned around to look at the other side of the row he was in. Sabeth hung there, watching him, eyes glaring with hatred. That quickly changed as she saw his gaze, her look of anger melting away to fear. "Yeah... you want more cock, bitch?"
Sabeth shook her head and dropped her eyes. She fumed inside, humiliated at having to do so. Rickie had raped her several times already tonight and she was sore and scared he would do it again. She had never felt so helpless before, spread eagled in her chains, naked.. her thighs still feeling damp from Rickie's cum. She wined as he came up to her and started to fondle her breasts. His touch was rough and inexperienced, even when he was trying to be gentle. He wasn't being gentle this time and she moaned at the tight grip as her firm, large orbs were kneaded like dough.
Rickie mrrrmed at the warm breasts in his hands. The prettiest girl in town, and he could do whatever he wanted to her. Within reason.. that dragon warrior made it clear there were limits. He couldn't hurt any of them too badly.. no damaging the merchandise. He tweaked Sabeth's nipples and grinned as she squealed through the gag. They had all been gagged earlier in the day, the dragons having asked all the questions they wanted of them. He wondered if he could get Sabeth down and ungagged. He really wanted to make her give him a blowjob, but he was not about to ask a dragon to help him out. They still scared the crap out of him, and while he knew they were enjoying watching him fuck these bitches, they would not take kindly to being bothered. He patted her muzzle, "I'll figure it out soon enough, bitch... then I'll show you." He left her after fingering her cunt and watching her struggle.
By now it was getting dark. There were torches here and there but the dragons didn't seem to need or want them. He was starting to wonder where he should settle down for the night when a group of dragon guards and various furries came and began to unlock the slaves from his town from their wrist and ankle shackles. One by one they were forced to march off into the darkness with Rickie watching in confusion. Then rough hands grabbed him and he erked, a dragon had him by the back of his neck with one hand and his horn in the other. He tried to look around for that warrior who had talked to him before. "Hey.. were are we going... what... owwww!" The dragon had kneed him in the back when he tried to talk and growled, "Shut up, slave" at him. Rickie trembled as he stumbled along. This wasn't right! He was special. Soon he was brought into a large, enclosed area. The rest of the slaves soon joined him. It was some sort of stockade or pen. The walls were made from thick logs sunk deep into the ground and secures to each other with thick sections of wood. There was perhaps an inch or two of space between each log, enough to look through but far too small to escape. The tops were covered in sharpened stakes. It had the look of something that had been here for a long time. The logs were smooth from the ground to about head height. His wrists and ankles which had been freed were not locked together, his hands behind his back. He swayed as he was released, the chains on his ankles short and would trip him easily if he were not careful.
He turned carefully as he heard the gate closing. On one side of the gate was a raised guardhouse looking in over the pen. A few dragons were up there, watching over the newcomers.. pointing her and there and laughing at some dragon jokes. Where was that warrior! He didn't even know his name, or if asking for him would be good or bad. His thoughts were cut short as he was hit from behind and sprawled onto the dirt. He coughed and rolled over. It was Brant, and he was not happy. "Wait..." he cried and howled as he was kicked in the side. He got his hooves up and was able to block Brant as he tried to stop on him. "Help! Help!" he cried out. His escape was suddenly blocked by a pair of equine legs and he looked up into the now familiar crotch of Sabeth. He cringed at the look of sheer hate on her face as she lifted a hoof over his head.
"Enough of that, slaves!" shouted a loud dragon voice from above. One of the guards was leaning over the railing and pointing at the group. "Don't make us come down there and break it up."
Rickie let out a breath of relief, but that turned into a strangled mewling noise. He had turned away from Brant and had not seen the hoof as it came down square on his balls! Only his tail saved him, taking much of the force of the stomp, his balls sliding to either side. But it still was the worst pain he had ever felt and he curled up, his vision seeming to go hazy as his eyes watered, then the tears flowed freely as he cried out in gasping sobs. He only grunted as Sabeth kicked him in the head as she moved away. He lay there for what seemed like hours before managing to crawl up to the wall of the stockade right below the guard tower. The other unicorns were staying far away from the dragons, but he wanted to be as close as possible. He was more afraid of his own kind.
He huddled there, watching Brant, Sabeth and Faith form the center of a group as they muttered and pointed at him. All the girls he had raped were there, and a few of the boys he had hit in revenge for their making fun of him. It seemed like half the village were in that circle, plotting. The dragons wouldn't let them hurt him, would they? He moaned to himself as he realised that yes, they would. They had let HIM beat on them all day.. why would they care if they took revenge now. They only stopped them before because they were going to kill him. It was only a matter of time before they realised this and came back to him to beat him up.
It was a long night. Rickie kept dozing off then waking up at a sound, sure it was one of them coming to kill him. He finally fell into a deep sleep, waking stiff and sore the next morning as the sun climbed over the top of the stockade. He didn't move from his spot under the gatehouse. The group of angry unicorns were still together and he knew if he moved they would be on him in no time. He looked up in startled suprise as the group all cringed back, a shape soaring over the walls and landing inside the pen. He let out his breath, heart thudding as he saw it was only a bale of hay. Then another two were thrown in. He screwed up his face. Dry hay? They expect us to eat that? Some of the unicorns were already poking and sniffing at the bales, looking as disgusted as he felt. A few nibbled at it, ones that had not had anything to eat before being captured yesterday. He wasn't hungry yet but when he did get hungry, that might be a problem. Those unicorns are not going to just let him walk up and grab some food. He whined softly, where was that damn warrior dragon. Did he leave? Was that just his fun for the day?
He quickly fell into depressed boredom. He didn't make eye contact with any of the other unicorns, not wanting to tempt fate. It was later in the morning when the gates were opened and a dragoness walked in. He was next to the door so he saw her close up. She was as big as most of the males, dressed in a military style but not armored or covered in weapons like the warriors. Her scales were a dark red, set off by green emerald jewelry on her ears and around her neck. Both horns on her head had gold bands around them. He shrunk back a bit as her gaze found him and looked him up and down quickly.
"You.. come here." she ordered.
He got to his feet, pushing himself up against the wood fence and took a few steps in her direction before her tail lashed out and he found himself dumped to the ground with the breath coming out of him. There were a few claps, quickly silenced when she shot the unicorns a glare. "Slaves do not stand unless given permission. Now come!" she ordered him again, and this time he crawled on his hands and knees, humiliated.
The dragoness nudged Rickie's muzzle with her foot and asked, "You are the one who was allowed to rape those females?" She gestured at the group of unicorns watching.
Rickie gulped and nodded, "The.. the dragon said I could." He yelped as the tail hit him in the face.
"You will refer to me as Mistress, slave." she said in a cold tone. "Very well. You will come with me." She pulled a leash off of her belt and snapped the lead onto Rickie's collar. "I'll be taking this one for some... testing" she told a guard.
"As you wish, Mistress Leshyet" called down one of the guards in return.
Rickie crawled behind the dragoness, ducking under her swinging tail and moving as fast as he could, ouching at having to crawl on his knees over the dirt and stones. He didn't dare ask where he was being taken, but soon was led into the main part of the dragon city. The mountains that made up the dragons homes were clearly visible in the distance. This far out the mountains had shrunk to small rocky hills. But small was relative as these rocky outcroppings were still large enough ho house a small city. Caves had been dug out of the largest of the hills, the roads a maze between all the various hills and rocks. Dragons came and went as Rickie followed along as best he could. Before long he was led into one of the caves. It was well lit inside with strange rocks that glowed a bright white. Glancing around he could see it was some sort of office. The usual desk and chains, paperwork and shelves full of documents were in abundance. He had little time to examine anything in detail as he was pulled into another room and the door was closed behind him.
He shivered as he looked around. The room was clearly a torture chamber. Cuffs and shackles, whips and floggers and frames to tie a helpless slave up were mounted along one wall. Lots of devices has obvious, evil uses, and others were not so obvious, but clearly just as evil if not more.
The dragoness Leshyet purred at him, "Yes.. you are right to be afraid. There will be much screaming and pain here today."
Rickie whined, wanting to say something, anything, but too afraid to speak. He quivered on the floor as the dragoness leaned forward and said, "You liked hurting those girls, didn't you?"
"Yes, Mistress" he stammered, too afraid to even think of lying.
"You wanted revenge on them for what they did to you. For humiliating you."
"Yes, Mistress" he said, but curled his lip up a bit in anger at memories of what had been done to him.
Leshyet pointed at a chain hanging from the ceiling. A pair of metal cuffs hung from it. "This is where I like to put my slaves. it works like this." She stood with her back to the chain and slid her wrists into the cuffs. "That crank on the wall lifts the chain, forcing the victim to bend over forward, their arms raised up behind them. A very uncomfortable and vulnerable position, don't you think."
Rickie nodded, quivering more, easily imagining his arms being yanked up behind him, bent over.. head down, helpless. He whined a soft whinny.
Leshyet watched him and let out a soft hiss, licking her lips. "You are such a tiny thing.. so weak, even for a furry. A dragoness of my stature would never stoop so low as to have sex with you. You are only good to be tied up and tortured."
Rickie tried to shrink into himself even as he grew angry again at the humiliating words.
The dragoness purred out, "Tiny little cock too I am told. None of the female unicorns would ever consider mating with such a scrawny runt."
His face burned with humiliation and anger now. Even here he couldn't escape being made fun of. Then there was a pair of loud clicks and he looked up.
Leshyet arched her neck to look at the cuffs. They had somehow become locked around her wrists. She turned her head back to his and said, "Oh no... what have I done?" She tugged on them but they were securely closed.
Rickie's first instinct was to crawl over and unlock the dragoness. Maybe she would take pity on him. But she had hit him for standing without permission and he feared she would lash out if he tried to move in her direction.
The dragoness tugged at them again, and then let out a soft growl in his direction, "Well, unicorn? Are you going to come over here, and rape me?"
Rickie let out an uhh and said, "What?"
Leshyet let out a clearly fake whine of distress and said, "I'm all alone with a mad unicorn, ready to take his revenge on a dragoness. Maybe he will take this chance and run back to his pen where he can get killed by the unicorns he abused instead? He better choose quick before I escape and kill him myself..."
He stared at the dragoness, wondering if she was serious. Did she WANT him to rape her? It certainly sounded like she was telling him. He slowly stood up, cringing a little, waiting for the tail to swat his legs out from under him.
The dragoness struggled in her chains, if you could call pulling at her wrists ineffectually 'struggling'. "Get away or I'll kill you... unless you beat me into submission and make me promise not to."
This almost made Rickie get back down on his knees. If he was reading her wrong, we was not going to live very long.. but by now it was pretty damn clear what she wanted. He said, "Ah. I don't want to die.. so I guess I better.. do that..." lamely.
Leshyet flicked her tailtip and hissed, "Noooo. I can't be raped by such a pathetic unicorn! I hope he doesn't crank this chain up any higher." She glanced at the crank on the wall.
Rickie carefully edged around the dragoness to the indicated wall. She could reach him at any time with that tail of hers, but he still was wary of getting too close. He started turning the crank and watched as her arms were slowly raised, forcing the dragons to bend over at the waist. He stopped when she was about half bent over, starting again when she tugged on the chains and gave him a quick growl. This time he cranked until her head was bent down low and she started to rise onto her toes.
Leshyet moaned and squirmed, "Ohhh.. don't you dare get too close to me or I'll kick you! I'll never stand still long enough for you to put that spreader bar on my ankles."
Rickie was still nervous, but he had this part of the game figured out. He found the spreader bar and took a moment to figure out how it worked, then locked it around the dragonesses ankles. She did squirm, but when he grabbed her foot she held it still, jerking only lightly and easy to hold. He pulled the cuffs apart until her legs were widely spread, then locked it in place. He gulped, looking up at the dragonesses rear and undertail, still fully dressed by showing off her curves nicely. He yelped in fear as the tail hit him, then almost laughed when the blows turned out to be just pushing nudges and soft thumps. He grabbed the tail and held it, wondering what to do with it. He had fantasized about tying up girls, but unicorn tails never needed restraining in his dreams.
The dragoness hissed, "If you strap my tail to my wrists I'll be very upset!"
Rickie did just that, not finding it hard at all to locate a wide belt, then hike the dragonesses tail up to her wrists and strap it to them. He was starting to enjoy himself, and showed it with his cockhead peeking from his sheath. He ran his hands along her bare tail and the dragoness shivered in her chains.
"Stupid unicorn.. you can't rape me with my clothes on. Now they won't come off with all the chains in the way. Your too dumb to think of cutting them off..." said Leshyet.
Rickie had seen the rack of knives and he looked over at them, starting to worry again. Did she really want him holding a weapon to her scales? He carefully selected one that had an edge on one side and flat on the other, and turned to look at her before moving. She only wriggled her but and mouthed softly, "Oh no..." before panting in obvious arousal. Carefully he slide the knife under the waist of her tight leather trousers and began to cut. She twitched and squirmed as he carefully cut her clothes free a strip at a time. He took his time around her crotch and stared at the dragon pussy as he tore the back of her pants wide open. It was strange.. no fur at all, and dark red instead of the pink of a unicorn sex. But it was clearly a female cunt and his cock swelled at the sight of it. He then hurried to cut her top off, but gave the dragoness a nick along her side by accident, almost dropping the knife.
Leshyet moaned and gasped, "You beast..." and then let out a purring hiss of pleasure.
Rickie let out his breath and continued.. freeing her breasts which hung impressively under her chest. He slid a hand under one and gave it a gentle squeeze.
"Oh... how can this be.. helpless and fondled by such a runt like you... so humiliating..." purred Leshyet as she squirmed, naked but for her emerald jewels.
Rickie set the knife down, still nervous about holding it around the dragoness and turned back to face her. His erect cock slapped her in the face as he did so, her head having moved while he was not watching. He almost apologised before he watched her gasp in mock horror and tell him he could never force her to suck his cock. He didn't need a second invitation and after looking over her head decided to try and pry her jaws open with his hands. They opened with hardly any resistance and he pulled her head over the tip of his cock. He nearly screamed when her mouth closed over it, but only her lips pressed to his shaft, and her tongue. He moaned as the dragons long tongue curled around his cock in a tight spiral and squeezed!
Leshyet began to bob her head on the stallions cock. There wasn't much of it, especially compared to a dragons shaft, but it made her all the more excited. Her particular kink was well known to the other dragons here. Most dragons submitted to those in power and dominated those under them. But Leshyet was turned on by being dominated by someone of lower rank, and the lower the better. It did not affect her work, which is why she was in the position she had here, but when it came to relationships it made things difficult for her. She needed this to sate her desires and needs, and this stallion was going to do a damn good job she thought. Once she had him properly trained.
Rickie moaned and held the dragonesses head as she went down on him. That tongue felts SO good.. and her breath was warm, warmer than his own body. He shuddered and quivered, an almost idiotic expression on his face as he grinned in pleasure. Then he was yelling out his orgasm as he came into the mouth of the powerful dragoness bound before him. He moaned as his cock throbbed and pulsed and he felt her gulping. He shuddered and let out soft "huh-huhs" as she lapped at him, then heard her whisper, "Hit me.."
He have her face a pat, more petting than anything else and she let out a growl. He was starting to learn that a growl meant she was not happy. Really not happy, not just pretending so he slapped her muzzle. That got a light purr from her and he hit her again, smacking her muzzle back and forth now as she whined, spit and cum flying from the corners of her mouth as her head was beaten. He thought about that warrior who had abandoned him and gave the side of her face a punch in anger. He winced, hurting his fingers, but the dragoness loved it. Her head rolled from side to side as she whimpered and cried for mercy. He rubbed at his fist and heard her whisper to him again, "Beat me..."
He was eager as he looked about him, picking up a thick wooden cane. The dragoness moaned when she saw it and she struggled in her bonds. His heart thudded in his chest as he walked around her in a slow circle, trying to decide where.. and swing the first blow across her muscled ass cheeks.
The blow was a light one for the dragoness. But it was a start. She shuddered and felt another blow, a bit harder this time. She let out a hiss and urged the stallion on, "Go ahead.. hit me as hard as you can.. you'll never make me submit!" She let out a yelp as this time it connected with a crack that she felt. She squirmed and teased, "Little runt... I bet those mares are laughing at you right now... talking about your little dick and pathetic attempts to rape them... owww!" She shuddered as the cane came down on her pussy. The pain flowed through her body like a drug and she moaned... and when the blows paused she wriggled her rump until they started again.
Rickie had a fright when he first hit her pussy, but she even liked that. He was starting to think that maybe she was too tough for him to really hurt.. so he started putting more effort into beating her. When he had her ass and thighs a deeper shade of red he hit the underside of her tail. This got quite a reaction out of her and he caned up and down the length of her undertail. He was panting now, and rubbed and fondled her ass while his arm rested. The dragoness was moaning and whining about how humiliating it was to be felt up by such a little unicorn. He went after her breasts next, smacking the hanging orbs and getting cries of delight disguised as cries of despair out of the bound dragoness. He smacked her breasts from the sides, and swung underhand to slam into the nipples. Looking about he saw a case of nipple clamps and took the heaviest set he could find, complete with nasty looking alligator clips. He didn't hesitate this time as he let them snap down over the dark red nipples.
Leshyet struggled and yowled at the nipple clamps as they pulled her sore breasts down. She watched the unicorn searching for things to use on her and felt her mind drifting into a familiar, and erotic state of submission. The humiliation of who was doing this to her only made it even stronger and she leaked down the insides of her thighs. When she saw him moving behind her and stroking his cock she let out a wail, "No.. don't rape me.. please..."
Rickie was so turned on he could hardly stand it. He had to find something to stand on first, for he was a bit too short to comfortable fuck her, but now at the right hight he pressed the tip of his cock to her sex and began to hammer into her, getting in deep after a few false starts. "Take that, bitch" he yelled as he began to hump against her red form.
Leshyet howled and struggled in her bonds, the sight of the unicorn using a stool to reach her strong, powerful body sent her nearly into an orgasm right there. His cock was small and smooth, nothing at all like a dragons weapon. It was like being fucked with a tony little finger.. but the humiliation of it made up for the small size and she grunted like she was being impaled by a full grown drake. She came hard as the stallion reached his limit and climaxed for his second time, his stamina not very impressive. She was still writhing when he pulled out of her, half limp. "That.. that all you got, runt?" she said.
Rickie only laughed this time, expecting the insult and ready for it. "Not at all. I found this..." he said and held up his arm to show the dragoness the dual-dildo he was holding. Two extra large dragons cocks were mounted one over the other with a handle at the end gripped by a white unicorn fist.
Leshyet quivered and let her mind blank in submissive joy as the little unicorn gave her all the abuse, humiliation and beatings that she craved.
It was hours later as Rickie slumped against the wall, panting and exhausted that Leshyet was finally sated. The dragoness hung from her chains, tongue drooping from her mouth as she twitched and groaned. Rickie touched his cock gingerly.. damn he was sore! But it was worth it. That dragoness was the best lay he had ever had, and just yesterday he had fucked his way through half of the hottest mares in his whole village. He did a double take as the dragoness flexed her tail and slid it out of the belt he thought he had tightened enough to keep it bound. Moments later she had freed both her wrists and ankles and was stretching, working cramped muscles and giving Rickie a great show.
Leshyet licked a talon as she studied the diminutive stallion. "You have potential, slave. Now kneel."
Rickie blushed and nodded, shifting to his knees and looking up at the dragoness. He hoped she wasn't going to torture him now after all. He flinches as she reached for him.
"Yes, thats good. Sometimes a slave will forget that he is a slave after playing. I may enjoy being degraded and insulted during sex, but any disrespect shown outside playtime will be met with harsh punishment. You seem smart enough to understand that."
Rickie understood what she wanted, but certainly didn't understand why. If she liked being tied up and beaten, there must be a hundred male dragons who would be happy to do that to her. What did she want with a unicorn like himself? "Yes Mistress" he said after realising she was waiting for him to respond.
Leshyet began to clean herself up and don a new set of clothes. "I do wish I could buy you, but even a scrawny runt like yourself is far too expensive for someone in my position to purchase." Rickie flushed at the mention of his being property. "However, I do have another option. I am in charge of resource allocation at this camp. When a call comes in for a number of slaves with specific qualities, my office is where the decision is made as to what slaves will be chosen and sent out. I am allowed to pick one slave as a consultant to help. That could be you."
Rickie nodded silently, eagerly. He very much wanted to be a part of this. Anything to keep him from being thrown back in the pen.
"You will evaluate slaves and report to me on which ones are most suited to any special requests I may get. You will be given quarters in the working slaves barracks. You may also have some LIMITED fun with the slaves from your village. Soon they will be going up for auction and they must be in prime condition for the best prices. Is that understood, slave?"
Rickie nodded a second time, "Oh, yes Mistress. I understand." He would have to make sure to get his revenge as fast as possible before they were gone, or put off limits. Even without being able to fuck any of them he was sure that simply showing off that he was not going to be sold off like them would be a wonderful point to rub their noses in.
Leshyet finished buckling her new outfit closed and rotated her shoulders around, rubbing at sore arms. She took a step forward to stand in front of the unicorn and motioned down with a pointed finger, "Lick my toes, slave."
Rickie looked up questioningly, and was rewarded with a slap to his muzzle that left his ears ringing. This time he obeyed when she repeated her order, bending down and pressing his tongue to a toe. He got another slap to his face for his efforts. "I said LICK!" he heard and he pressed his nose to the top of her foot and tongued her toes with broad laps, tail between his legs and quivering.
"You may have privileges that other slaves lack, but never forget that you are the property of the Dragon Empire. Even the lowest, most pathetic dragon is far, far above your station. Your place is at our feet. Your purpose is to serve, and if you can not, you will be replaced with one who can."
Rickie moaned and continued licking, hating the taste and feel of the dragonesses toes, but cowed into obedience. This wasn't going to be as easy as he thought. He hated to be told what to do. To be looked down on. He spent his whole life being on the wrong end of the popularity scale. He told himself that this was different. This time he was not at the bottom.. more like the middle. Dragons may be able to tell him what to do.. but the other unicorns.. they would be at HIS feet. He pressed his tongue down to get between the dragons toes, fighting back the urge to lift his head and spit out the taste. He wasn't going to back to that pen. No way.
Leshyet let out a familiar purr and said, "Thats better. Even in private you will treat me with utmost respect and deference. But make sure to keep those other unicorns in their place. Loose that dominant streak and I'll have no more use for you."
Rickie gulped and kept licking. It was so humiliating, especially after having had her at his mercy. But this was the price he had to pay if he was to keep this new position he was being offered. He wondered if she was going to make him do this in front of the other unicorns. He wasn't sure he could do that. The thought of them seeing him like this was so painful he shut out that image from his mind as fast as he could.
"Don't forget that dragons can spot lies before you can even finish saying them. I expect you to do your work honestly. No sending unicorns you don't like to their deaths if they are suited to a much higher paying auction. You can still have your fun... there will be plenty of chances to pick and chose better, or much worse placements for those you want to toy with."
Rickie groaned, his cock hard at the thought of having that power. He bent his head to lick harder. No humiliation could keep him from this. He would play nice.. do what she said. But when he got back to that slave pen he would make them all pay for what he had to endure. Both from this dragoness, and from the long years of torment they gave him.
Standing over him, Leshyet said "Now.. come to my office and I will give you a list of categories you will rate all the slaves from your village in."
Rickie closes his mouth and nodded, again forcing himself not to spit or make a face as he followed his new Mistress out of the dungeon and into his new position.
...
Rickie was back in the pen, but this time it was different. His wrists and ankles were no longer chained, and he had a pair of bear guards with him. He even had a strange looking belt on, a large ring in the center where the buckle should have been. He smirked at the mares when they glared at him, and gave Sabeth an evil grin. "I'll get to YOU soon enough, bitch." He pointed at Brant and snorted, "You... your time is now. Get him on his knees and shoulders!"
The two bears nodded and moved in on the suddenly wary Brant who began trying to back up. The bears quickly reached him and forced him to his knees, then shoved him forward face first. Brant landed with a thud and a yelp, his hands cuffed behind him and unable to break his fall. One of the bears put a knee over Brant's neck to pin him down.
Rickie nodded in satisfaction and turned to another stallion. "Lortas.. come here."
Lortas let out a small whimper.. he had seen what Rickie had done to the other unicorns, but he shuffled over anyways. "I never did anything to you..."
"I know that. I remember everyone who made fun of me.. and they will all pay. I need you now because your a fag."
"I'm not!" protested Lortas, shifting uneasily.
"You don't have to hide it anymore. Brant and Sabeth and everyone that picked on us are not in charge anymore. I am. I get to choose which of you goes where... and right now I am deciding who is going to be put into the auction for male dragons that want a boy-toy."
Lortas looked up at that, trying unsuccessfully to hide his interest at the thought of a gay dragon.
Rickie smirked. "Some dragons are mean and cruel and abusive. Others are more.. generous in how they treat their slaves. I can make sure you are given every chance to go to one of the nicer ones.. if you do what I say."
"I... well... I guess I would want to be with someone nice instead of someone mean... but..." he stopped and looked around at the other unicorns.
Rickie put his arm around the reluctant stallion. "Soon everyone will have been auctioned off and go their separate ways. You don't need to care what they think anymore" he said in a conspiratorial tone. He directed Lortas's attention to Brant. "I know he made fun of you too. You never got mad.. you always put up with it. Now it's time to give him a taste of what it's like to be on the receiving end of things..."
Lortas looked at Brant, unable to keep his eyes off his rear. It was true that he never got mad, at least he never showed it. In truth he had a crush on the big stallion, but knew it would never go anywhere. Brant had girls falling all over themselves for him and he made it clear he loved their attention. "What do you want me to do?" he finally said.
Several of the unicorns snorted their disapproval and one shouted, "Don't do it, Lortas!"
Rickie pointed a finger at him and said, "Shut your trap or you get fucked next!" He watched the unicorn shut his mouth and take a few steps back, then Rickie turned back to Lortas with a smile. "What do I want you to do? Simple... I have to know if Brant here will make a good fuck-toy for some big dragon. So I want you to fuck him, then tell me if I should recommend him for male or female ownership."
Brant let out an angry snort, "Don't you even THINK about it you fucking piece of crap!" He never got out the rest of his rant as a bear clamped a furry paw over his muzzle and held his jaws clamped tightly shut.
Rickie gave Lortas a nudge. "Go on." He gave a glare to the rest of the unicorns, daring them to say something. Nobody was willing to cross him now that he clearly had the ear of the dragons. Several looked away while Sabeth wrung her hands and looked back pleadingly.
Lortas took the few steps to reach Brant and knelt down, hands outstretched, and then running them over the stallions firm muscles. Brant bucked and squirmed at the touched and Lortas shhhed him, "Relax.. it will be easier if you don't fight it." He slide a hand around and down to cup Brant's balls, then massaged his sheath.
Rickie crouched down in front of Brant to look into his eyes. The stallion was making muffled sounds through the bear paw. "You are going to look back on this and wish it could have lasted longer. Whichever dragon Master buys your ass is going to destroy you." He patted the side of Brant's face and sat on the dirt in front of the glaring stallion.
Brant huffed and struggled but couldn't budge the bear pressing down on his neck, and his hands were uselessly bound behind him. He wanted to split that runt wide open with his horn.. so close but out of reach. He grunted at the feel of his balls behind held, then his sheath, straining to get away, not wanting to be hurt any more. He swallowed and felt a shiver run down his spine as fingers worked at his sheath, arousing him against his will. He shouted into the paw, trying to escape, willing his erection away. But a firm hand pumped it and he was far too young to have much control. He fought harder as a hand pulled his tail up, and something warm was suddenly pressed to his ass.
Rickie watched Brant's eyes go wide and then screw shut as Lortas began to take him. He leaned in and teased the stallion, "Now whos the bitch, hmmm?" He stared at the pained expression on Brant's face with glee and smacked the side of his muzzle, "I think I am going to need him to report on how well you can suck cock too." He got up then, spotting Sabeth and dragged her over, ignoring her protests. He shoved her down to her knees in front of her boyfriend and presented her with his cock. "Suck it, bitch!" he ordered.
Sabeth spit and shook her head, "Never."
Rickie grinned. "I thought you would say that. Let me show you something I learned recently." He grabbed Sabeth's horn and yanked down on it, forcing her head back. He quickly wrestled her head into a choke hold, an arm holding her muzzle in the crook of his elbow, his hand gabbing her lower jaw. He pulled off his belt and jammed the ring into Sabeth's mouth. She bit at it, but with a twist of the leather belt he turned the ring so it forced her jaws open wide. Once the belt was secured around her face, he patted her nose and let go of her head.
Sabeth shook her head trying to dislodge the ring in her mouth. But the belt held it securely in place and all she did was send drool and spittle flying. "Gah heh hing ah oh eye ouheh!" she yelled at him incoherently. She tried to stand but Rickie pushed her back down. Enraged she lowered her head and stabbed at him with her horn.
Rickie grabbed the horn in one hand and the side of her jaw with the other. He was a small unicorns, but with Sabeth bound and kneeling he had the advantage of position and easily held her in place. "Watch this, Brant... I'm going to make your girlfriend blow me. Keep fucking the bitch, Lortas."
Lortas wasn't paying much attention as he thrust and groaned behind Brant. His hands continued to work their magic on the resisting stallion and he reamed him slowly and steadily, taking his time with the target of his crush.
Sabeth couldn't do anything as she watched Rickie's erection aim at her face, and then slide into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue but soon she was gllucking as he fucked her face. She snorted, breathing through her nose as the runt raped her mouth. Her jaws hurt from trying to bite the ring and she was glad the bastards cock was small and couldn't choke her.
Rickie nearly swooned as he slide his cock into Sabeth's muzzle. Her tongue was so soft as it pushed at his cock, trying to keep it out. He moaned and held her head in place as his hips pimped, fucking her face with eagerness and lust. It felt so good, and he thrilled at the sight of that bitch down on her knees in bondage, his cock in her mouth. How many times had he fantasized about those lips wrapped around his dick. How many times had he jerked off at night with visions of these girls in his mind.
Sabeth found that she was wrong in thinking he couldn't choke her when he came unexpectedly and she coughed on the unexpected cum, shooting wads of it out her nose as she gasped and snorted. She sputtered and wheezed as Rickie trembled on front of her. Brant never came that fast. She glanced down to see him wincing and groaning and felt such hate for Rickie she thought she almost managed to bite through the steel ring. But she only hurt herself and finally whimpered when he pulled his cock out of her muzzle, cum leaking from her nose and lips.
Rickie pet Sabeth idly as he turned his attention to Brant, the stallion suffering as he was raped. Rickie smirked as Brant moaned and bucked and came, cumming onto the ground, his cock gripped firmly by his rapist. "Oh, you LIKE being fucked in the ass, do you?" he said cruelly and put his hoof down in front of Brant's nose. "Lick it like the bitch you are, Brant!" he ordered. He waited but Brant didn't obey, simply glaring up at him and snorting angrily. "Lortas... stop playing with his dick and squeeze his balls until he does what I told him."
Lortas uhhhed as he fucked and rutted, taking a moment to answer, "Uhh.. I don't want to hurt him..." he said. He liked Brant, even though the stallion was so often cruel to him. He wanted this to feel good for him. He even got him to cum!
Rickie frowned at Lortas, "Do it, or I make you an eunuch."
Lortas felt a cold wave of fear run through him. He had almost forgotten where he was while he fucked the target of his crush. Could Rickie really do that? He wasn't about to find out, and reluctantly moved his hand to the stallions balls.
Rickie smiled at the power he now had. He doubted he really could do that.. but they didn't know his limitations. He watched as Brant's face screwed up in pain, and it wasn't long before he started to lick. Oh, he was going to enjoy this. He was going to make sure that he spent every second making the lives of his former tormentors a living hell. Then.. then he would send them off to someplace even worse! He lifted his hoof and watched Brant pause and tremble in fury.. then submit and start to lick the underside of his hoof. He had never even imagined being able to do this. At best he had fantasized about sneaking up on Brant in some dark place with a knife and killing him. But this was so much better. He grew suddenly annoyed as Brant stopped licking, and then realised that Lortas was climaxing. "Does that feel good, little girl?" he said in a mocking voice as Brant whined and squirmed with Lortas letting out a loud neighing as he came. "Get used to it, bitch... this is just the beginning."