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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 34 - Slave Training

_ 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._

"Wake up and line up, bitches!" shouted Nella in a loud voice.

Tamira snapped awake at the yell, blinking the sleep out of her eyes as she sat up. She frowned at Nella. That cat guard was a mean bitch, never missing a chance to yell or belittle or order other slaves around. She glanced around, seeing some of the unicorn mares were awake but most were just getting up. She nudged Dana who was mumbling something grumpily.

Dana groaned as she was shook, opening her eyes to see Tamira's anxious muzzle. "Whaaa..." she said sleepily. She could see that it was somewhat past dawn but her sleep-addled mind wasn't working quite yet.

Tamira pulled Dana up and said, "We're being ordered to line up... must be time for todays visit from out Master. Hurry up.. you know what happens if we are not all in place when he comes in."

Dana nodded and rubbed at her eyes, "Yeah... nothing good." She assembled with the rest of the mares, forming a line near the front of the cave and facing the door. She knelt, placed her hands behind her back and bowed her head with the other twelve slaves. She shivered slightly. The last time their dragon Master had talked to them he warned there would be something special planned for today. If so, he was starting early. The sun was just coming up.

Nella opened the door that led to the rest of the lair and dipped her head and whispered, "Master." She kept her eyes low, watching his sparkling blue feet stride in, then closed the door behind him, making very sure that his long tail was passed before doing so. She'd seen another guard get careless once and was not EVER going to make that mistake! She locked the door securely and then knelt beside the other guard to await her Masters pleasure. She was looking forward to today... she loved nothing more than to watch her Master train and play with his slaves.

Rahmor surveyed his property as he picked one end of the line at random and began to walk down the row of kneeling slaves. Most reacted as he expected, ignoring him, keeping their heads down. A few flinched or swayed as he passed. He paused to inspect a mare with a swollen belly, now showing nicely. He ordered, "Stand, slave!"

Telly got quickly to her hooves, even with the extra weight of the egg inside her. It was heavy, feeling like she swallowed a rock but she put all her effort into obeying. She kept her hands behind her and made sure to keep her ankles spread. She started to lower her gaze but froze, not wanting to point even the dulled tip of her horn at her Master.

Rahmor chuckled as he saw the hesitation, and used a finger to point the unicorns horn to the side and down, "Thats a good girl, but not quite right. When standing before a dragon, point it like that, slave." He felt her belly, pressing his hand to it to caress and examine. "Yes... coming along nicely. A quarter moon and you will be laying it I think. Nice and heavy, a good size."

Telly didn't say anything, feeling so helpless in the dragons presence. He put that egg inside her, and it had hurt. Now it was a constant reminder of his control over her. Even her own body was forced to obey her Master, her womb enslaved to the growing dragon egg. As much as he frightened her, she didn't dare disobey or do anything to displease him. It was only a few days ago she had been brought to a party and saw what OTHER dragons did to their slaves. Saw the unicorn with the dead eyes, the broken body. Her Master was mean and cruel, but at least he was vain and liked pretty things. As long as she obeyed she wouldn't be... ruined like that. She inhaled as a hand slide between her legs, a talon teasing at her sex. Despite herself she let out a whimper.

Rahmor felt his slave's soft pussy and hissed quietly, "Kneel."

Telly sank back down to her knees, feeling her Masters hand slide over her belly and then chest as she lowered herself. She kissed at his fingers until he moved away, focusing on his presence, wanting to make sure that if he were to call out a sudden order, she would be ready. She would give him no reason to sell her.

Rahmor grinned down at Kindem, the mare with the dislike of cock sucking. He had cured her of THAT little problem. He saw her lips part automatically as he drew near and he smiled, "Thats a good cock sucking whore." He admired several more, and gave Sabeth's nipple-pendants a flick with his tail as he walked by her. She still thought herself special he knew. Still thought that the old, greedy and powerful Houses still had any meaning in this day and age. They were still greedy, but had long lost the power they held. Dragons made sure of that by keeping the heads of all such royalty as slaves during the Retreat. Rahmor was in agreement with the rest of dragon kind that the whole idea was bad from the start. Why should who your parents or grandparents were dictate what you are? What matters is what you do, not some name given to you. It's why the war went so badly at first. Furry generals with no experience but the 'right' bloodlines were put in charge over more seasoned, but common soldiers. It was a disaster. Not that the surprise attack would have turned out any different in the end, but the incompetence and cowardice of those so called leaders made it even worse. He looked down at Sabeth who was wincing from the flicks to the heavy pendants. He would make her understand too. Eventually she would stop thinking of herself as royalty in exile, and as a dragon's pathetic sex toy and slave instead. She would learn her place, and never, ever forget it.

Further down the line Rahmor smirked at Dana and Tamira. The two were good friends, and he would use that to his advantage. It was nearly time to force Tamira to make her choice. She will make an excellent personal guard and servant, and he expected great things of her in fighting duels with the slaves of other dragons. He had been disappointed with his last gladiator-slave. He was at a disadvantage to many other dragons due to his preferring to keep females, but he saw in Tamira great potential. Once trained and... properly motivated she would serve him well.

Tamira felt the dragons eyes on her and suppressed a shiver, not wanting to give the big dragon the satisfaction of knowing he intimidated her. She kept her face blank and stared at his feet, willing him to move on.

Rahmor stepped away from his slaves and nodded to himself, swishing his tail. "This will not be your home forever, my slaves. You will all find places in my lair eventually, just as three of your sisters already have. I find it.. difficult to understand you at times. As a dragon I know my place. I know who to obey, and who should submit to me. But you lack that skill, and must be trained. You must be shown your place." He inspected a sharp talon, extending a finger and continued, "You think you are free in some ways, and enslaved in others.. but are often wrong about both." He pointed at Dana, "You, come here... on your hands and knees."

Dana cast a worried look at Tamira but obeyed, crawling forward to stand on hands and knees at her Master's feet. She kept her head, and horn pointed low and grunted as a foot pressed down heavily on her back.

Rahmor rested his foot on the unicorn's back, placing a hand on his knee as he leaned forward and said, "You think you should NOT have to do this. You think it's demeaning and humiliating to serve as furniture. You are WRONG. You do this because you are my slaves, and that is what a slave DOES. She obeys. She serves her Master. If a slave is low enough, as you all are, sometimes it is ALL you will do."

Tamira willed herself not to grind her teeth at seeing her friend treated like an object. But she knew better than to say anything, or even glare. That big blue bastard would love an excuse to make an example of her.

Rahmor said, "You think you should be free when any dragon would see instantly they should obey. Yet you ignore the freedoms you do have, and choices you can make. You are property. I own you like I would own a rock. But unlike a rock, you can choose to be a worthless stone, or a valued diamond. A rock is worthless, common thing. You act like rocks, and are surprised to be treated like one? If you want to be valued, you must show that you DESERVE it." He put his weight on Dana's back, shoving his foot forward to push her off balance and was rewarded with a cry as he shoved her flat onto the ground, pinning her there. "And never forget, even a diamond is at the end of it all... property. It may be stupid to crush one.. but it's owner certainly has the RIGHT to do so."

Dana wheezed, trying to breathe under the heavy foot, her chest aching from hitting the ground. She gasped as the foot lifted and she scrambled back to her place in line at a point from the dragon. She brushed herself off as best she could before getting back into position, eyes down.

Rahmor snorted, "Why you fight I simply can not understand. But you are all the same.. needing to be convinced, needing to be put in your place. Forced into the roles you so obviously belong in." He took several steps closer to the line of slaves and hissed, "Think carefully, slaves. What GOOD does it do you to resist? Yes.. you obey me now... but you do so out of fear, not because you have accepted your place. Does it make your life easier? Does it make your life better to think of yourselves as slaves against your will? No... it does NOT. All it gets you is a position as the lowest, most worthless slaves in the dragon empire." He held out his hand, a guard quickly handing him a doubled over leather strap. He stroked it and said, "Stand up, bend over and grab your ankles, slaves! I want those tails hiked NOW!"

The line of unicorns all began getting onto their hooves. Some moved faster than others, but all obeyed. A number of the less limber mares had to crouch a bit to get their hands around their fetlocks but all managed to assume the position they had been commanded into. A line of tails lifted like flags, twitching and trembling as the mares stared down worriedly.

Rahmor moved to the end of the row of white-furred unicorn mares and regarded the view with pleasure. He lifted the belt and swung it down against the fine, rounded ass of the first mare. He licked a fang at the sharp crack of the leather and the pained 'OW!' it got from the unicorn. He watched the mare rock a bit on her hooves, and waited for her to steady herself before giving a second smack with the wide paddle. Hissing in pleasure he moved to the next, and the next, giving them a firm spanking as he walked, leaving wincing and huffing unicorn mares in his wake. He reached the end and turned around, repeating the strikes and deepening the shade of red on the equine rumps he passed. Tails twitched and wavered as he drew near, mares inhaling sharply as they struggled to stay still for the coming blow, then letting out cries and gasps when it came.

Tamira gritted her teeth as she was swatted for the second time. She gripped her ankles as hard as she could, eyes staring at the floor in humiliation and anger at her treatment. Her ass burned and she let out a tiny snort. She had endured hazings and initiations when she joined the military. She had stood silent while being chewed out by superior officers. She had survived hard and exhausting training. She could endure whatever abuse this dragon could give. Her thoughts were suddenly and sharply interrupted by another crack and the hot pain that exploded against her pussy! "Ahhhhnnnnnngh!" Her tail drooped and then steadied as she wobbled, tears leaking from tightly shut eyes as she hissed in pain from the cruel blow.

Rahmor ran a talon along the angry red pussy lips of the warrior unicorn, watching her tremble and flinch at his touch. "Do you have a PROBLEM with your treatment, slave?"

Tamira gasped out, "No Master!" She struggled to keep her position as her throbbing pussy was touched and teased by the dragons claw. She must have let her expression slip she realized, and focused on the ground. Now was not the time to make mistakes! That blow had HURT!

Rahmor snorted, loudly. "It's stupid and a waste of energy to become angry over things one can not change, slave. Focus on what you CAN change... and right now that should be your attitude. Tell me, slave.. and think before you speak. Did getting upset at your Master make you feel good?"

Tamira felt herself slip into a familiar place, being grilled by a superior. She pushed her anger aside and focused on just doing as she was told. "No, Master" she said.

"How did it make you feel, slave?"

Tamira thought and answered, "It made me feel mad... upset."

Rahmor said, "It did nothing good, and brought you pain. You brought this pain on yourself, slave. If you trip on a stone, do you blame it, or your own carelessness? I am a force of nature, slave. I punish disobedience." He moved on and paused behind Dana. "Tamira... let me tell you what you SHOULD be feeling now. Guilt. Remorse. For letting your selfish emotions get you, and others punished." He swung the belt, hitting Dana's pussy with a quick blow.

Tamira gasped as she heard the hit, and Dana's cry and whimpers of pain. The guilt did come, and she focused on that, not wanting to give the dragon any more excuse to hurt her, or her friend. She swore, angry at her slip and hoped Dana could forgive her. She knew the dragon was manipulating her, but she didn't care. She just wanted him to stop hurting her friend.

Rahmor nodded, satisfied and finished off the row with quick firm spanks, leaving all the mares squirming in pain, and two of them in much more. He held out the belt, handing it off to a guard as he stood in front of the last mare he had just spanked. "Back on your knees, sluts... heads up, and keep your eyes on your Master."

The mares all dropped down to the familiar kneeling pose, but looked up instead of keeping their gaze at the floor as was usual.

Rahmor stared at the first unicorn in line, "It's time for some lessons, girls. Lets see how smart you all are." He paused and asked, "Are you my slave?"

The mare bit her lips and answered, "Yes.... Master." She cried out as a hand gave her muzzle a light slap. But even a light slap to the face is a shock and she whimpered, cringing.

"Too slow. When I ask a question you will answer immediately," he said. He moved to the next, "Are you my slave?"

This time the mare said, "Yes Master!" without hesitation.

Rahmor nodded, moving from mare to mare. He stared when he reached Tamira, looking into her eyes, "Are YOU my slave?"

Tamira blurted out the "Yes Master!" almost before the dragon had finished speaking. She wasn't going to get Dana hurt again by messing up. She looked up at the large dragon and shivered, trying to keep her mind from wandering. She felt so small and helpless kneeling like this. Even at her full height a dragon was still much taller, and she was used to looking DOWN at others.

Rahmor moved to the next, going down the line and asking the same question.

Telly licked her lips as she watched her Master move in front of her. She held her mouth open, tongue ready. When asked she quickly said "Yes Master!" with a desperate look. She meant every word. She didn't want to be a slave.. but if she was to be a dragons plaything, she wanted it to be Rahmor and not that terrible other one. She sighed in relief as her Master accepted her answer and moved on.

Rahmor asked the last unicorn and nodded, tail swishing as he looked into the deep blue eyes of the unicorn kneeling at his feet. He suddenly asked, "Are you Masters slut?"

The unicorn stammered, "Uh..." and let out a cry as she was smacked in the face.

Rahmor said, "Then answer is YES, slut." He moved to the next, this time the answer came back quickly. As did the next, until he reached Sabeth. "Are you Masters slut?"

Sabeth was ready for the question, but choked when she tried to answer.. the humiliation of it too much. "Y... ye... OW!" She cried at the slap and almost missed when the question was asked again. She tried to answer but was slapped in the other side of her face. She whined, cringing and when asked for a third time managed a pitiful "Yes Master". She sniffed as the blue dragon moved on. She wasn't like the others.. not a slut like they were. She was royalty!

Rahmor finished with the last unicorn, and started in again. "Are you my slave?" He nodded, and asked her again, "Are you my slut?"

The unicorn wasn't expecting the second question and hesitated, getting a smack! "Ow... y... yes Master!"

He asked the same unicorn a third question, "Do you want to escape?" He waited long enough for the unicorn to open her mouth silently, and smacked her again. "The answer is NO! Do you want to escape?"

The unicorn cried out, "NO MASTER!"

Rahmor snorted. He knew she didn't MEAN it. He could see it in her face as clearly as the red blotches of heat from his smacks, and all the other changes her body made as she thought and felt. But he knew that saying it was the first step to believing it. He nodded, and moved to the next.. asking the questions, but not in the same order. There were plenty of slaps to be delivered as he worked down the row this time. Sometimes it was a hesitation, sometimes from mistakes.

The unicorns reeled from the slaps and mental assault. IF they did not answer correctly, and immediately they were hit, and soon their faces burned from the seemingly endless questions. New ones were introduced every time the dragon started over. Some were easy. "Are you my bitch?" He called them that name often, so even on the first asking many avoided the slaps. Others were harder, or had specific answers. "What is your cunt good for?" The answer apparently was, "Fucking Masters cock!" Anything else, or a hesitation got a slap.

"What is your mouth for?" "Sucking Masters cock!"

"Are you my slave?" "Yes Master!"

"Who is your owner?" "You are, Master!"

"Are you free?" "No Master!"

"Are you stupid?" "Yes Master!"

"What are you?" "Your slave, Master!"

Telly repeated the questions to herself as Master moved, half listening to him to make sure to get any new ones, saying the answers over and over. She hardly felt his hand during the long hours of forced questions and answers. Her responses came quick, automatic. Soon, most of the other mares followed. Their Master didn't give them time to think of an answer. It had to be memorized. Automatic. When they heard "What are you?" they thought "Slave". The questions were repeated over and over until they were all tired, muzzles aching from the slaps, eyes dulling as they mindlessly repeated their lessons. They were too tired to waste time thinking, just repeating rote answers.

Rahmor rubbed his hand, it was a bit sore from all the smacking, but he was very pleased with the results. Looking up and down the line of slaves he saw them all in a state of exhausted submission. He took several steps back and said, "All of you... WHAT ARE YOU?"

The unicorns answered fast, in unison, "Your slave, Master!"

He nodded with a grin. Not bad, for their first day. He knew their type, having owned several equines, one of which was a member of his harem. Horses were herd animals. It was natural for them to follow their stallion leader. He was simply making them understand that HE was their leader. They may be far removed from their feral cousins, but those instincts were still there. A group of cats for instance, would not be adjusting so quickly. Wolves and dogs on the other hand were quick to be brought to heel, once you made it CLEAR you were their alpha. He said, "Take a break, slaves... drink.. relieve yourselves. Stretch. Eat. We sill continue then." He needed a break himself, his voice a bit sore. He turned and left, thinking he wanted some fresh blood for lunch. His unicorns were not quite ready to provide that. Not yet. But they would. Oh yes, he looked forward to training them to accept his jaws and bite.

Tamira ate silently, munching down on the dry hay as her head spun. She had been trained in all sorts of things. Weapons, hand to hand... much which involved learning rote motions and skills. They didn't compare to what she had just been put through. Her entire face stung and was hot from being hit. She had tried hard, she really did but it was not until an hour of 'training' before she could start answering fast enough to please her Master. She bent down over the trough to drink, used to the humiliating method by now. No cups for a mere slave.

Nella watched Tamira drinking. She was so hot from watching her Master treat those unicorn bitches like they deserved. Seeing them get hit, seeing them submit to him. She leaned down and said, "Whats your CUNT for, slave?"

Tamira paused in her drinking and automatically said, "Fucking Master's..." before pausing and turning her head to glare at the cat. That bitch! She shuddered in humiliation at having answered and turned her head away from the laughing cat.

She said down tiredly next to Dana, "How're you feeling?"

Dana's first thought was, "A slave!" and she rubbed at her eyes with the palms of her hands. Ugh! "Tired," she finally managed to get out. Her face burned warmly from the blows, and from the thoughts in her head. "And hurt."

Tamira bowed her head, "I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to get you hit... really.."

Dana ohed and shook her head, "No.. no.. not there... my face." She did in fact, still feel the after effects of her smacked pussy, but didn't want Tamira to feel bad about it. It was a mistake anyone could make. Their MASTER was strict. Very strict.

Tamira nodded and leaned back against the stone, hoping her MASTER would be gone for a long time. She closed her eyes, but all she heard were echos. Slave! Slut! Yes Master! What are you? YOUR SLAVE! She opened them again and shivered. She looked around for something to keep her mind off the endless echos in her head and saw Sabeth standing over a confused looking Telly.

Sabeth stood with her hands over her hips, backed up by a few of her friends. "I know what your trying to do you bitch. You're trying to make us all look bad. Trying to make him hit me!" she said angrily.

Telly shook her head, "I... I just don't want to be sent away! I didn't mean..."

Sabeth stomped her hoof in anger. She couldn't get mad at Master.. that was... dangerous... bad... but she had to take it out on someone. Being called a slut... being lumped in with the rest of these worthless mares. She should be in nice clothes, treated like she deserved like the princess she was! She was a slave! No, she was a princess, dammit! Not fair! She said, "You were MAKING me mess up on purpose! Making me look bad!"

Telly whimpered and shook her head, "No.. I didn't mean..."

Tamira stepped up behind Sabeth and knowing she couldn't strangle the bitch, did the meanest thing she could think of, "Are you STUPID, Sabeth?" she said in her most commanding military voice.

Sabeth blurted out, "YES!" as she jumped at the shout, then whirled, face turning even redder as she realized what she had just said. That... that... she fumed, hands balled into fists.

"Leave her alone!" shouted Tamira and stepped forward, glaring.

Sabeth gulped and backed up, seeing the anger in the warriors face. She was worthless, incompetent.. didn't stop the dragons from enslaving them.. didn't DIE fighting. But she was... big.

Tamira said, "We are ALL in this together. We are all tried, and hurting, and miserable. We do NOT need more stress and pain and if you get all bitchy with her again I swear I'll knock you on your ass and get you tied up and punished for fighting again."

Sabeth whined, remembering the long day of bondage and humiliation when she had fought with Dana. She said, "You wouldn't.. you would get punished too!"

"It would be worth it to keep you muzzled!" said Tamira, looking down at the whining mare.

Sabeth let out a snort and turned away, frustrated and angry. She couldn't remember ever being so... so... she didn't even know how to describe what she felt. Tired and hurt and humiliated and... common. She felt like what commoners must feel.. not special.. not better than anyone else. She shuddered. It was horrible. It was ok for THEM because they WERE commoners, but she was royalty! She was! But a whisper in her mind said she was something else. A slave.

Tamira stomped away from Sabeth, wanting once more to strangle the stupid mare. But she knew she needed to calm down. Rahmor wouldn't be away long, and who knew what else he had planned for them. She needed rest, time to recover. Time to get the echos of his questions and the terrible answers to them out of her head. She feared he wouldn't give them anywhere near enough time for that and gazed at the door in apprehension, waiting for it to all begin again.