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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 27 - Sold

_ 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 woke slowly in the morning light, and smiled. He sat up and stretched, looking around his quarters. They were basic, a bed, a place to watch up and eat, a few meager possessions. Rising he walked to the mirror and looked at himself. He wasn't strong or large or have stunningly good looks. But he wore a shiny silver collar with green gems. The mark of a favored slave. One that worked for the dragons. One that had power. He turned at a noise, looking at the foot of his bed. A female fox was curled there, woken by his movements. He smiled, looking at the gift his Mistress had given him last night. A slave to share his bed.. until he had finished with her and made her sleep on the floor. He heard a dragon talk about how he treated his slave like that and thought it was proper. Make them remember their place. He had plenty of time before he had to take her back to the market... he might as well make good use of it. "Hey, bitch.... remember what I taught you last night? Now it's time to do it again..."

...

Hours later, Rickie was busy at work in the administrative buildings for the slave camp. His primary job was to match up unicorn slaves with potential owners. Most unicorns would be going to the auction block, but special requests from those dragons wealthy enough to afford it would be filled first. It was just job to decide if any of the unicorns housed here would be suitable for them. These dragons knew exactly what they wanted, and were picky. Finding a good match meant extra wealth for the dragon that ran the camp, or dragoness in this case. She wasn't really Rickie's Mistress. She didn't own him, he was simply on loan to her as an assistant die to his earlier cooperation and willingness to betray his own kind. He snorted. His own kind never treated him well. Made fun of him. Picked on him. Made his life a lonely hell. But now he could do the same for them. He smiled at the small stack of papers in front of him. He had found the most terrible, awful owners for some of his former tormentors. Today he would tell them of their fate.

Before that he had to finish his work. His Mistress had made sure he was given most of the boring paperwork so she could have more time for her work, or play. He smiled. He couldn't believe the things he did to her. She had a strange kink for a dragon.. she liked to be humiliated and raped. That wasn't so strange, lots of them liked that. But in most cases they wanted to be taken by a stronger, more powerful dragon. She was the opposite.. she liked to be taken advantage of by a mere slave. They had have several sessions in the time he had been here... where she pretended to get herself trapped or restrained, alone in his presence, and he would take advantage of her, beating and raping her. He smiled at his luck. He thought his world was over when those dragons grabbed him, but it was just beginning.

"Come here, unicorn boy" called Leshyet from her office. He set his papers aside and left his desk. It was beaten up old thing, nothing like anything even the lowest dragon had, but it was HIS. He walked into her office to find her standing next to the door holding out a single bit of paper.

"I have a special order, slave. Make sure you handle this before the others" she said, turning away.

Rickie said, "Of course" and reached out to run his fingers along the side of her hips as she turned. Those hips.. she could do amazing things with... "Yipe!" He suddenly found himself on the ground, a foot pressing down onto his chest. "Oofh!"

Leshyet bent down and pointed a sharply taloned finger at the unicorns nose, her other hand grabbing the door and closing it with a thud. She pressed down until the little stallions breath whooshed out of him and left him gasping silently. "You will refer to me as Mistress when you speak so me, slave. And you will never, ever touch me like that again."

Rickie coughed silently, squirming and doing his best not to pee himself in fear. He nodded hard, trying to speak but not getting anything out.

Leshyet gave the unicorn a smack across his muzzle, then grabbed it and looked into his eyes until he stilled, her foot lifting enough for him to get a shuddering breath in. "What we may do at times, is play.. and between the two of us and no-one else. Private. Secret. You are a slave, nothing more... do not ever forget that, do you understand?"

Rickie coughed and desperately said, "Yes Mistress.. I'm sorryy..." His eyes went wide as the tip of the dragonesses tail slid between his legs and poked him right in the anus, wincing.

Leshyet hissed dangerously, "Do that again.. and you go back into the slave pen with the others."

Rickie whinnied, hearing his biggest fear of just being another nobody again, especially after how he had treated them. He would rather die that be one of them again. He nodded hard and swallowed, feeling her tail pressing firmly to his ass, blushing in humiliation at how weak he truly was. "Never again... Mistress... I promise!"

Leshyet nodded, and pulled her tail away, snorting. "Good. I like you, boy. I would hate to have to find a replacement. Go."

Rickie scrambled to his feet and opened the door, closing it behind him and panting hard. He walked slowly back to his desk and slumped into the chair. Damn. He almost ruined everything there. What was he thinking? He made himself promise to be extra, extra respectful to Leshyet, no, to his Mistress. The perfect slave. Nothing wrong with that.. they were all slaves here. Better to be a slave with benefits than one that was going to be.. well... be like Brant. He looked at the papers again, then decided he better finish up the days work before leaving. he was being extra careful today after all.

...

Brant sighed as the dragons left the slave pen. He looked up at his wrists bound to the post above him and squirmed. It had been the same routine now for days. Wake up, eat terrible food, use the latrine, then around noon the dragons came to tie them all up for inspections and so dragons could come in and look them over. He tried to get comfortable, knowing he would be here for much of the afternoon. Sometimes hardly any dragons would come to examine them, other days a large group would come in and he would be poked, prodded and humiliated for hours. He hated all their scaly hides for making him wonder every day, would this be the day they get sent to the auction block? He knew that was their fate... to be sold into slavery. He shivered, not knowing what would happen then. It was bad enough here, but to have an actual owner would be even worse.

"Oh shit..." said Sabeth. She was tied to the post beside Brant's. They had learned that if they were together when the dragons came, they would likely be bound up near each other. Close enough to talk. She was comforted by the presence of the big stallion, even if he was tied up and couldn't help her. Today was a bad day. Her arms were bound behind the post and above her head, and her hooves were in the same position, knees bent. A post under her ankles supported most of her weight, but another was between her legs and it would get uncomfortable fast if she didn't lean back to put as much weight on the rear post as she could. She had only been here for a few minutes and was already getting sore.

Brant looked over at Sabeth's swear, then followed her eyes. He felt anger, and fear rush through him. It was Rickie, coming up to the gate and talking to the guard. That bastard. He was the reason some of them were here. He and Sabeth and their friends would have been safe, hiding in the woods.. but that bastard told the dragons were they were. Got them captured just as the dragons were getting ready to leave. Now he worked for the fuckers. A traitor to his kind. He never liked him, and wasn't sorry at all for making fun of him, beating him up back when he had the chance. He knew there was something wrong with him even then, thats why he did all those mean things to him. Of course it was. But now Rickie was the one doing terrible things. Brant tried to gather his courage. Rickie wasn't allowed to REALLY hurt them... he couldn't.. damage the goods. But what he did do still hurt a lot.. and it was humiliating and infuriating that he could get away with it.

Rickie didn't head straight for his favorites. He saw them watching him and just smiled, examining others, walking around the large slave pen and admiring the naked females. He knew most of them. Well, he knew of them... none of them were his friends back home. He didn't have any. None of these bitches would have given him a second look back then. Now.. now they were afraid to look at all. He thrilled at the sight of them cowering, afraid of him. He smirked, feeling his cock stiffen. He had no shame any more, no embarrassment about being naked and hard. Not when they knew he could fuck any of them he wanted. That wasn't exactly true... his Mistress and other dragons would get upset if he raped too many of them too often. They were to be sold to dragons as slaves, not his personal harem. But he was allowed a little fun... the dragons enjoyed seeing how the captives reacted to him. He could however, touch all he wanted. SO he did, walking up to a mare and putting a hand boldly on a breast, squeezing. "Looking good today, bitch. I bet you will fetch a good price." He left her whimpering and smiled at another. He remembered her... not really that pretty, which was why he had asked her out once.. days of agonizing over it and then she just laughed at him. Even girls without many friends themselves had shunned him. He frowned at her, watching her wince and try and shy away. He spit into her face, smiling as she whimpered. "You on the other hand, will probably go cheap. If you sell at all, ugly." He left her and continued his rounds.

"Rickie..." said a stallion as he watched from a post.

Rickie paused and looked. It was another nameless stallion he had seen but never talked to. Average looking, not muscled like Brant but not slim like Rickie himself was. "What do you want, boy?"

The stallion gulped. "Do... do you think I could... help?"

Rickie snorted out his long nose, "I don't need any help.. you think I need help?"

The boy shook his head, "No! No! I just.. I just wanted to... you know... maybe be like you? Help the dragons... and get out of here?"

"Oh... I see. You want to work for them like I do." said Rickie.

"Yes"

Rickie walked up to the stallion and looked him over, then poked him in the center of the chest, "Sorry, boy. Unless you can hand them a bunch of hot, good looking slaves I don't think they care if you want to help or not. But I'll try to find a good home for you." He laughed, and decided it was time to visit his friends, leaving the stallion to hang his head in defeat.

Brant tried not to flinch as Rickie stopped to stand in front of his post. He shifted his hooves against his will, trying to bring them together. He looked left, right, not wanting to look the runt in the eye. He was afraid of what he would see in them. He inhaled as he saw Rickie make a fist and then howled as that fist slammed hard up into his crotch, his balls exploding in agony. He groaned and slumped in his bonds, gasping for breath. He knew what was coming next but just couldn't gather the strength to tense his stomach muscles. He was still trying when Rickie's fit hit him in the belly. The breath whooshed out of him and as he tried to inhale he was hit again. This went on for half a dozen more blows until he was seeing spots. His head hung as he coughed and gasped, taking shallow breaths and recovering. Rickie was getting GOOD at this. The first time he had been hit he just laughed. He wasn't laughing any more.

Rickie watched the stallion hang his head in defeat and smiled. "Remember that time you tripped me? I didn't quite fall into the mud like you wanted, so you shoved me into it with your hoof."

Brant groaned as his balls throbbed, making him feel weak and helpless. He did remember. It seemed so long ago, but was only the past year. He wished he would have smothered the little shit.

Rickie said, "I want you to tell me how sorry you are for doing that. I want you, to tell me your a fucking asshole."

Brant panted, and gritted his teeth. Everyone was watching, seeing him getting beat up by the little runt. Anger coursed through him, how dare that unpopular little shit do this to him. He was a nobody... he ws... erk! He let out a loud slow whine as a hand closed around his aching nuts and squeezed. "Unnngh..." was all he managed to get out.

Rickie said, "I'm WAITING..." in an angry tone. But he wasn't mad. How could he be upset, he literally had his tormentor by the balls. All he had to do was squeeze, like this.. and see the pain flow over the big stupid bully.

"I'm sorry... I was an asshole..." Brant managed to squeak out, the pain suddenly far more terrible than the embarrassment and humiliation.

Rickie let go and smiled, "Good. Glad we agree on that." He learned quickly not to punch Brant in the muzzle. Punching bone hurt. So he just slapped him hard in the face. His hand still stung badly, but he knew it must be worse for Brant. He turned without moving from his potion to look at Sabeth. The most popular girl in town. She didn't just ignore him, no.. she had made fun of him too. Her and Brant together were the worst of the lot. He took several steps to stand right in front of her, his hard cock poking her in the belly.

Sabeth whimpered, not looking down as she felt the hot member against her soft furry belly. She inhaled sharply, turning her head away, trying to escape as she felt his fingers roughly take her nipples. She squealed as he squeezed and twisted, crying out at the abuse. She said "Ow!" loudly, her eyes looking to Brant, begging for help, but he just hung there helplessly. She let out an extra loud yell as Brant yanked her nipples hard and released them. The pulsed hostly in pain and she shivered at his muzzle close to hers.

"Give me a kiss, bitch..." he demanded. He pressed hard against her, rubbing his cock up against her belly as she opened her mouth and allowed him to kiss her. He mmmmed... even after all the times he had taken her he still couldn't believe she was submitting to him. He shuddered and groaned, damnit... then it was too late and he rammed hard against her furry belly, cumming.. groaning in pleasure as he pressed to the bitch he hated and desired. He panted when it was over, pulling back with an annoyed snort, a patch of sticky cum on him, as well as on Sabeth. He looked around, angry at himself but nobody dared watch. He thens aw what he needed, a girl tied on her knees to the post and walked up to her. "Clean me up slut!" he ordered.

The mare eewed under her breath as she was presented with a sticky cock and belly. She hesitated. She was kneeling, naked and wearing a slave collar... but she wasn't about to just lick some guys dick because he told her to! She closed her mouth stubbornly.

Rickie gritted his teeth. If the dragons told them to do something they would do it. Didn't she see him beat up that big stallion? Didn't she know what he could do to her? Why didn't she obey... why didn't she respect him? He lashed out in anger, and kicked her in the crotch.

The mare let out a half-choked off whinny as the hard hoof kicked her right in the pussy. She gasped as her soft folds were bruised, and she felt the blow connect with her pelvic bone, sending yet more pain shooting up her spine. She sobbed at the sudden violence, unresisting as the cruel stallion grabbed her head and rubbed her face against his stomach, then his cock. She squirmed on her knees, hands pulling at the bonds, wanting to cradle her pained sex.

Rickie smoothed down his still damp fur and left the whimpering mare, going back to the pair he had plans for. He looked Brant up and down with a smirk, the stallion was still looking pained and breathing in little gasps. "Guess what, asshole? I didn't think you and your bitch here wanted to wait to be sold, so I found you some owners."

Brant looked up at this, "Owners....?"

"Thats what I do here... look for likely slaves to fill special orders. It means, if someone wants say.. a big strong stallion for some horrible fate, I get to pick WHICH one we offer them." He smirked at Brant, "I am having a problem deciding... here are two good ones. First... a dragon Master is looking for a unicorn with a big cock. He collects them, you see... in jars. He would cut yours off, and your balls. Then you get to spend the rest of your life as his bitch getting your ass raped and sucking dragon dick. You like that one?"

Brant looked horrified. He assumed that being a big stallion he would be wanted by females. He didn't have much of an idea what his life as a slave would be like, but he thought fucking a dragoness was going to be the worst of it, maybe having to say 'Yes Mistress' or be led around on a leash. He wasn't gay! Any male dragons that wanted a stallion could pick one that was! He coughed, his stomach aching as he said, "You can't..."

Rickie put a finger on his chin thoughtfully, "Of course, there was another request I thought you might like. The farm needs a big unicorn."

Brant bit his lip, thinking that didn't sound so bd... maybe pulling a plow? Or would there be whips? He shivered.. he didn't like any of this!

Rickie said, "Oh.. you don't know what the farm is, do you? Well... dragons do more than just fuck their slaves. Sometimes.. they eat them."

Sabeth said, "No! You wouldn't!"

"Why the fuck not, bitch? You two screwed up my life, I'm just returning the favor." He poked Brant in the chest with a finger, "They like muscles. Lots of meat. But don't worry.. they won't KILL you... just bite bits off you and let you heal. Then do it again, and again and again!"

Brant groaned, his imagination picturing dragon teeth coming at him. He whinnied in the fear of predators that all prey animals have. He wasn't some wild horse to be preyed upon, but the instinctual fear was still there. His eyes widened, showing their whites as he stammered, "No... you're lying..."

Rickie shook his head, "I'm not, but I don't care if you believe me now. Once your there.. you will remember who sent you! I did it. Every bite.. every bit of pain you suffer will be all your fault for being such an ass!" He lifted his knee and slammed it forward, crushing Brant's balls between it and the wooden post behind it.

Brant let out a high pitched squeal,. tears streaming down his face as he quivered, pulling hard at all his bonds, and then slumped to moan and swing his head back and forth, unable to deal with his fate or the agony.

Rickie said, "And pretty little Sabeth... the little princess. Always bragging about her stupid family who hasn't had any real power since the Retreat. I have an owner for you too."

Sabeth quivered, too afraid to say anything now. She couldn't accept that the monster standing here was the same pathetic little colt that she knew back in town.

"I found a dragon doctor who wants to study unicorn magic. The government is going to give him a unicorn to experiment on. I read some of his ideas... testing the limits of unicorn regeneration, seeing if there are any better ways to cut off bits of horn... pain tolerances... testing effects of drugs." He flicked a nipple, "No doubt when not being experimented on he will torture and rape the fuck out of you."

Sabeth trembled softly, not even knowing what to say. Should she beg... would it even help? She said, "Please..."

Rickie stomped a hoof and screamed, "Fuck you! I hate you, bitch. You had your chance to be my friend but thought it was more fun to torment me. Now you get your reward." He turned around in a circle, "You hear that? Did you hear whats going to happen to them?" He pointed a finger at Brant, "I've decided. You go to the farm." He grabbed Sabeth's muzzle, "Don't worry... I'll make sure to give you a goodbye fuck... so you can get laid one last time while that pretty body of yours is still intact."

Sabeth whined and hung her head as Rickie left her, sobbing quietly. Experimented? Tortured? She struggled in her bonds, hating the wetness on her chest from Rickie's cum, a reminder of what was going to happen to her. She was a descendant of the House of Savil! He couldn't do this to her! She looked to Brant.. he had always been there for her. He was still moaning and she cursed... he couldn't help her. Where were the warriors of her clan? They were sworn to protect her. She hadn't seen any in the camp, had they all run away? Abandoned her! Damn them and Rickie and all the cursed dragons!

...

Rickie felt good, very good. He could just imagine the things Brant and Sabeth would endure because of him. He only wished he could be the one to keep them... make them his slaves... make them pay and suffer at his own hands. But it was still a wonderful feeling of revenge, even if it was someone else doing it.

"Slave.. come here." said Leshyet with an imperious wave of her hand.

"Of course, Mistress" he said, rising and following her. His hoofed clopped on the stone floor in contrast to the heavier, but duller thudding of the dragoness' clawed feet. He was careful to keep his eyes down, not saying a word. He was still nervous about his earlier mistake that day and was making sure not to give her another reason to displease her. He glanced to the side as she led him into a large room and he quivers slightly in alarm, it was a torture chamber. The dragons called it something else, but thats what it was. He had been her before, sometimes to watch a unicorn or another slave get punished, and sometimes... he licked his lips. Maybe his Mistress was in the mood to play, as she she called it. He glanced at the closed door, it was heavy and soundproofed.

Leshyet said, "Such a lowly slave you are... small.. weak. If you were a dragon you would never have made it out of your shell."

"Yes Mistress" he said, waiting.. still unsure of her intentions.

The dragoness toyed with a wide loop of leather hanging from a chain and spring loaded pulley. She slid her tail into it and leaned back, using the thing like a chair, or a swing. It didn't look comfortable. She twanged the chain with her talon and looked at Rickie, "One such as you should be grateful you may even speak in my presence..." she said. She closed her hand around the chain and gave it a good yank. The tightly wound pulley suddenly let loose and jerked upward. The strap around her tail tightened brutally around the upper part of the dragonesses tail and pulled her up off her feet. She grunted, arms and feet dangling just off the floor, slowly twisting in the chain, hanging from her tail like some animal. She growled, eyeing a length of rope next to her. "Get me down, slave.. and don't you DARE tie my arms and legs together with that rope!" She squirmed in her bonds.

Rickie gaped, not expecting the loud racket and sudden motion and had backed up to the wall. He suddenly had an overwhelming desire to laugh. The situation was comical, this strong dragoness hanging there when she could easily free herself by opening the belt. And warning him not to tie her up.. like she couldn't kill him with a swipe of her paw before he could get near her. That thought sobered him up, laughing now would not end well for him. No, not at all. He gulped and said, "Of course Mistress." He moved slowly to the rope and picked it up, "Don't use this one?"

Leshyet thrashed in her bonds, arms and legs still hanging limply as if she were unable to move. "Don't you dare come closer you filthy slave..."

Rickie crouched down and began to loop the rope around the dragonesses wrist and ankles, tying them together. He wasn't exactly sure how to do it, so he just kept winding it around and making random knots.

Leshyet hissed, "Filthy, lowly slave." She then whispered a quiet, "Tighter" to the unicorn.

Rickie nodded and began pulling the ropes firmly and heard the dragoness groan and start to squirm and struggle, pulling at the ropes. He knew how this would go and waited for her next hints. After his mistake earlier he was going to be careful to only follow her crudely disguised orders and not stray from her script.

"You little creep..." she said, hissing and snarling. "When I get out of this, I'll give you the spanking of your life... with that paddle right there. I'll hit your ass SO hard..."

Rickie followed her gaze to a rack of paddles, reaching out for a flat wooden one.

"Not that one.. the metal one, boy..." Leshyet hissed from behind him.

He oh-ed and pulled it off the rack. It was made from thin metal, the surface dented and bumpy with several holes drilled into it. He winced, it looked nasty.. all those angular dents and bumps. He let himself smile before turning around, Leshyet was a terrible actor. You would think as much as she liked this she would be better at it.. but perhaps she just didn't care. He turned around and said, "This one? Maybe I'll beat your ass instead." He swung it in the air a few times, damn it was heavy.

Leshyet squirmed in her bonds. Hanging there, her was was perfectly exposed.. her body bent over nearly double, her short skirt hiked up by her pose to show off her fine ass. Like most dragons, she wore nothing underneath.

Rickie took position behind and to the side, hefting the heavy paddle and thinking he was going to be tired after this. He swung it and was surprised at the loud smack it made, the blow landing much heavier than he had meant it to due to the weight of the paddle.

Leshyet growled deep and hard and said, "Don't do that.... AGAIN!"

Rickie phewed and gave another swing, putting more effort into it. Dragons were tough bastards, he no longer worried about not hurting her, but worried he might not be able to hurt her enough. With another cry of "AGAIN" he swung, getting the hand of the paddle even though each blow made his wrists ache. He smacked her rump over and over, patterns of angry welts forming on her buttock from the metal bumps on the paddle, and her red-scaled ass turning darker and taking on a blue tint from bruising. Rickie grunted as he hammered the dragoness, paddling her ass with all her might until he was panting and sweating. Her nether lips were puffy from the beating, and arousal.. the swatting had taken on a wet smacking noise from her leaking sex.

Leshyet moaned as she swung back and forth in a slow arc, eyes bright as they watched Rickie work. She said "Terrible.. awful slave... daring to hit his Mistress..." and licked her lips.

Rickie looked back at her as he panted.

Leshyet hissed softly, "Too weak to even give a proper beating." She murmured, "Don't come any closer."

Rickie set down the paddle which seemed to weigh ten times what it did earlier and stepped closer to the dragoness.

Leshyet turned her head away from him, eyes wide and staring at his crotch. "I know what you want me to do, and I won't. I won't suck you... I won't do it..." she said, lips parting.

Rickie's half erection quickly rose to full prominence.. which wasn't very impressive. He stood in front of the bound dragoness and took her horns in his hands. As soon as his hands were on her horns her head lifted of it's own accord and her mouth came down hotly over his cock, lips pressed tight around the base, tongue swirling around it. He groaned and said, "Oh fuck...." from the sensation. He shuddered and shivered and stared at the glittering red scales as her head bobbed on his shaft. He squealed as her tongue slipped from her lips and curled around his balls to tease the furry orbs. His hooves spread, bracing himself to keep from falling, swaying before his mistress as she sucked him off hard. He held onto her horns and nnnnged in pleasure. He had cum earlier, and so didn't blow right away like he usually did.

Leshyet bobbed and moved her head expertly, sucking the tiny, soft little cock. She moaned around it.. so round and with a flat, soft tip.. not like a dragons, all hard and huge and stiff. She was serving a weak little pathetic cock, and it made her want to cum bad! Her ass and sex burned in pleasureful pain as she slurped like a whore. When the little stallion did cum, it was hardly anything at all.. a pathetic climax, but it just turned her on even more as she gulped it down. She let the cock slip from her lips and panted, murming... "You made me suck your cock.. your little cock.. how dare you..."

Rickie's head swum from the orgasam... shaking his head to try and clear it, looking down t the hanging dragoness. She had no fur, was red, was bigger than the largest stallion he had ever seen.. but she was beautiful. He wanted nothing more than to stay with her the rest of his life. Fuck the other unicorns... they were nothing... wimps.. powerless. Slaves. She could keep him safe, could fuck him, could give him power.. and he realised he would do anything for her. Anything at all.

Leshyet hissed, "Now I bet you think you an make me cum... like you were a big male dragon. But your just a little runt.. look at that tiny cock. Nothing at all like a dragon cock." She lifted her head and pointed her nose where a rack of dildos were stored. Most were in the shape of a dragons member and she indicated one in particular, black and with extra large ridges along the bottom.

Rickie took the indicated dildo, thinking it looked like a fat saw-blade. It had a handle at the end and he gripped it, once more finding himself wanting to laugh.. it looked like he was giving the worth the finger, if his finger was a giant dragon cock. He moved behind the dragoness and pressed the tip to her sex. It was wet, leaking down her thighs.

Leshyet took a deep breath and growled, squirming in her bonds. "Fuck me HARD, slave!" she said, not even bothering to pretend that she didn't want it.

With all his might Rickie rammed the dildo home. It took some strength to shove it in, but luckily his arm and shoulder were more than enough to do the job. He pulled and slammed it home a second time, getting a yowl of pleasure from the dragoness. He started to hammer her with it, pumping with all his strength, setting her to swinging back and forth and sometimes pausing just enough to time the thrust with her return swing. She cried out at those, and he worked to do it again.

Leshyet closed her eyes and grunted, snarling and hissing as the cocks 'blades' worked over her clit, the head hard and angular in her sex, and sometimes hitting her cervix hard enough to make her see stars from the sensation. "More.. MORE!" she screamed.

Rickie did his best, putting all his effort into it. He struggled to keep up the pace, and just as he thought he was going to collapse the dragoness arched in her bonds and screamed out a deafening roar of climactic pleasure. He panted hard, driving the dildo home one last time before holding onto it and slumping down, pulling out out with a slurping noise. He backed up against a wall of leather belts and harness and panted, the dildo hanging from one tired arm.

Leshyet twitched and writhed, her hips thrusting and jerking for a time before she slowed and let out a murrrrr of pleasure. Her head tilted to the side to regard Rickie and she hissed, "NOW you can give my ass a pat, slave."

Rickie smiled and walked up to her and did just that. He took a step back as he heard a sharp crack, looking down to see that she had snapped the roped binding her arms and ankled. They were a twisted mess. He watched wide eyed as she flexed the strong muscles of her tail and simply bent upward to grab onto the chain with one hand, the other unbuckling the leather loop and sliding out of it. She hung in the air by one hand for a moment before stretching out and planting both feet on the floor. It was a sobering demonstration of just how silly the idea of taking advantage of a dragon was. He gulped and dropped to his knees, "It was a pleasure to serve you, Mistress." He shivered as he realised he meant it.

Leshyet almost purred and patted the unicorn on the head. "You perform well, slave. If I could afford it, I'd buy you."

Rickie squirmed at the thought. he should feel humiliated at the thought of being owned, but he didn't. He knew now that dragons not only came in a wide range of colors, but a range of temperaments and attitudes. Some, like the dragons he looked at for Brant and Sabeth were mean and cruel. Others.. like Leshyet were nicer to slaves. He made himself promise not to forget that no matter how nice they may be at times, they ALL considered him a slave, and if he ever forgot.. they WOULD make him remember. Painfully. He swallowed and softly said, "What.. what CAN I do in public to show my.... submission?"

Leshyet smiled and said, "Thats a good boy. You are starting to understand your place, aren't you? Showing affection is not a bad thing, you just have to learn how." She slid a foot forward, "You may always kiss and lick my foot, slave. Any dragon will take that as a sign of respect and submission."

Rickie gulped and nodded... he wasn't sure he could do that... but leaned forward and gave the top of Leshyet's foot a kiss. He shivered.. that wasn't so bad.. it was like kissing a girl, wasn't it? It didn't matter if it wasn't on her lips. Not really.

Leshyet murred and swished her tail in pleasure, watching the unicorn submit, accepting his place. It was what made her, and most dragons happy.. dominating those that needed it, and submitting to those that deserved it. You could like, love or hate another dragon.. but no matter how you felt, if they were superior you WOULD submit and show respect. She knew furries didn't feel such things. Some did a little.. wolves had their alphas.. unicorns and horses liked to gather in herds and follow the group. But they all needed training and constant reminders on how to act around dragons. Luckily dragons were GOOD at providing such training. She looked over the little runt again and hoped he would continue to train well. She had tried this with several other slaves before, and eventually they all got too uppity or forgot there place or became too demanding and needed to be put down hard. None ever were able to perform after that, so she dismissed them. This one though... he was a twisted little bastard. She grinned. He might just do.

...

"So... this is the one named Sabeth?" said a well dressed dragon standing in front of the cowering unicorn.

It was late in the day and they had all been released to stretch and eat and take care of business. Sabeth was cowering on the ground, looking up at the dragon that had come for her. Was this that doctor? The one who would do those terrible things to her?

"Stand up, slave." ordered the dragon.

Sabeth slowly got to her hooves, knees trembling.

"Turn around. Let me see your body."

Sabeth obeyed, shuffling around, letting the dragon get a good look at her.

The dragon nodded to himself, "As pretty as reported. Good." He pulled out a letter from a vest pocket and handed it to the guard standing next to him, "I have a special order for this one, I will be taking her to join this group being readied for transport to the capital."

"Of course, Sir" said the guard.

The dragon grabbed Sabeth by her collar, hauling her forward and pulling her with him. He snarled as she tried to stop and dig her hooves into the dirt. His tail swept her hooves out from under her and he simply dragged her kicking behind him.

Brant watched in horror... they were taking Sabeth. He rose, getting to his hooves and the world suddenly slammed into his face. He cried out, confused as he struggled, freezing as he realised a dragon foot was pinning his face to the dirt.. and threatening to crack his skull. He froze, whining in pain.

The dragon guard snarled down at Brant, "Thats a good way to get your neck snapped, slave." He ground the unicorns face into the dirt, ignoring the cries of pain. "Lay there in the dirt until morning, or I won't think you have learned your lesson." He laughed, "Maybe I'll sic that little runt on your ass... he would love to give you a proper beating."

Brant gasped as the foot lifted, his head throbbing, but he didn't move, not wanting to get punished, let alone have Rickie do it. He heard movement and felt a hand on his shoulder, it was Faith.

Faith said, "Where is she going?"

Brant shook his head as much as he could while keeping it pressed to the dirt, "I don't know.. the capital.. wherever that is." He couldn't believe she was gone.. taken out of his life just like that. "Sabeth..." he whispered.

Sabeth made it as far as the gates to the slave pen before she was hit hard in the side of her head and slumped, groaning and seeing stars. Then she was dragged along again. She didn't struggle any more but let the dragon take her. She knew better than to say anything after being hit... whoever this dragon was, he was in no mood to talk to a slave. Soon she found herself being pushed into a small building with half a dozen other mares. She was handled roughly, a chain locked onto her collar and then the dragon was gone. She looked around the dim room, not recognising any face. "Where... what..." she said.

One of the mares said, "Whats you name? I'm Telly."

Sabeth said, "I'm Sabeth, house Savil. Where are we? Whats going on?"

Telly said, "I don't know.. we were all taken from the pens and brought here.. something about a 'special order' whatever that means. All I know is a dragon has bought all of us and he lives in the capital."

Sabeth said, "I... I was told I was going to some doctor... the dragon government was giving me to him."

Telly shrugged, "No.. this dragon is buying us, I heard that clearly enough."

Another mare said, "Me too... I heard a guard talking, he said we were going to some dragon who had something to do with the war."

Sabeth shifted, trying to get comfortable and thinking about what she heard. Did Rickie screw up? She wasn't going where he said she would. She smiled... she wouldn't be experimented after all. Then she grimaced, being sold as slave to another dragon wasn't that much better. But... whoever they were, they had to be impressed with her family name. Maybe she could get special treatment. Of course she would, she was better than the rest of these girls just by who her ancestors were. It would all turn out ok, she was suddenly sure. She though of Brant... maybe he would get sent somewhere else too. She hoped so.. maybe she could convince the dragon to bring him to join her. That would be great. She nodded, all she had to do was charm this dragon and she would be all set. How hard could that be?

...

Rickie controlled himself, thinking calm thoughts. It was ok, don't mouth off to a dragon of all people! "So... this Master Rahmor bought Sabeth then? Thats why she is missing?"

The aide to Mistress Leshyet coldly said, "DO I need to repeat EVERYTHING I tell you, slave?" He looked down at Rickie with a dangerous look.

Rickie flushed and shook his head, "No.. no SIr... I just... uhh... was surprised. Please... no offense." He didn't want the dragon compiling to Leshyet about his actions, so he slid from his chair onto all fours, stretching to quickly kiss the dragon on the foot.

The aid watched and then nodded, satisfied. He put the little runt out of his mind and moved on to more important things.

Rickie waited until the aide had left before sticking out his tongue. Yuck. Somehow other dragons just didn't taste like his Mistress. He didn't mind kissing HER. He got back into his desk and made a fist. Dammit. Sabeth was supposed to go to the doctor, but now he found she was sold to someone else entirely. Gone before he could even give her a proper goodbye. Well, she was still a slave.. he was sure she wasn't going to have any fun wherever she was going. But it frustrated him to have his revenge cut short. He thought of Brant. He had better send him off to the farm right away. Better to have him where he will suffer than keep him around to torment and risk him getting taken too. He found the paperwork and started in on it. He would need permission of course, but he had done this before when finding a good match for another dragon, and knew how it worked now. Brant would get his... soon.