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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 35 - Punishment

_ 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._

Dana and the rest of the unicorns had hardly had time to grab a bite to eat before sounds at the door to their prison made them hurry to line up once more, kneeling, heads bowed as they awaited the entrance of their Master. There asses still smarted from the spankings, their muzzles ached from the slaps and their minds were numb and tired from the relentless question and answer session. By the end, most of them could answer most of the questions instantly and without thought. Getting one wrong, or even taking a moment to think of the answer had resulted in a slap to their long white muzzles, punishing their faces and their pride. They all now knew the answer to "What are you?" was "Your slave, Master!" and to say anything other than "YES MASTER" to "Are you a worthless cunt?" was a bad idea. Dana shifted on her knees in discomfort, they hurt as well. But she didn't even think about not taking her place in line to await her Master.

Rahmor strode into the large cave, the blue scale-pattern glittering over well toned muscles as he took in the row of 13 slave unicorns. They were twitchy and sore he saw, but also very focused. Good. He would continue the mental conditioning every day until he had forced them to memorize every answer. Saying something didn't make it so. But forcing someone to answer questions without hesitation or thinking made them internalize it. Made them think the answer to the question without any conscious effort. With enough repetition, even thinking the question, "What am I?" will make them answer "Masters slave" to themselves. They may immediately deny it, but even that will fade in time. Combined with physical training and punishments it will eventually make them accept their place in his lair. They would submit to and obey dragon culture.

Nella whispered to her Master as he entered, informing him of what took place while he was away. She enjoyed retelling of the argument between Sabeth and Tamira. She hoped both of them got severely punished. She didn't like either of them. Sabeth for her stuck up attitude, still pretending her social status back in the furry lands had any meaning here now that she was just a slave like anyone else. And Tamira... who thought herself such a tough little bitch just because she had been in some little militia. She hoped she could take that mare down a few notches one of these days. She itched to show her who was boss, and put her in her place.

Rahmor nodded with satisfaction. The arguing would be a perfect excuse to exact punishments. He didn't NEED a reason to beat or torture his slaved. They were his property and he could, and did so whenever it pleased him. But he loved to correct and train. To create obedience and order where there had been disruption and confusion. He snapped out a taloned finger at two random mares. He ordered, "You two! Crawl here now!" He was satisfied as they obeyed quickly and he moved them into position, keeping them on their hands and knees and arranged in a V formation, hips touching, facing the rest of the mares at an angle. He stood between them, then sat down, putting most of his weight on their lower backs and the top of their rumps.

Leolyn grunted as the big dragon used her as a seat! Luckily she only bore half his weight but she had to strain to keep herself upright. Her knees were killing her but she gritted her teeth and managed to keep from crying out or making too much noise. The other half of her Master's 'chair' was not so successful and let out a series of ows and whines. Leolyn turned her head in time to see a clawed hand reach down and give the other mare's nipple a harsh pinch. That got a much louder cry from her which was silenced once the dragon told her to be quiet or more would be coming. Leolyn flushed at being used like this, thinking it was one of the most humiliating things she had done in her captivity. Even... even being raped wasn't like this. That had been bad. It hurt, and made her feel like a sex toy... but somehow this made her feel not like an abused mare.. but like she was nothing at all. She erfed as a hand came down on the top of her head, pushing it down until her nose met the top of the dragons foot. She winced, knowing what he wanted and began to dutifully lick. She shivered at the additional embarrassment and humiliation.

Rahmor chuckled softly at the mares under him. He wasn't even putting his full weight on them. If he so wished he could flatten them, but the lesson here wasn't meant to make them fail.. but to teach them that they would be whatever he wanted them to be. Even if what he wanted was a chair. They would learn that they are objects to be used. He made a theatrical sigh, and looked up, "Sabeth and Tamira.. come here and kneel before your Master."

Tamira swallowed and crawled forward, looking at Sabeth and getting a glare in return. Her pussy still throbbed from getting whipped by that awful belt earlier. But as long as Sabeth got as much, or hopefully more punishment than she did, Tamira would be happy. It was one thing for a dragon to abuse and yell at them, he was an evil dragon after all. But Sabeth had gone off on poor Telly who was such a sweet little mare. They were still unicorns! Nobody was going to treat a fellow mare like that if she could help it. She stopped in front of the dragon and shifted back to her knees, waiting.

Rahmor said, "My guard said there was some yelling. Explain yourselves." He shrugged and said... "You... speak."

Sabeth trembled as the dragon looked at her. She didn't want more punishments. He might make her wear more decorations. Or... take the priceless ones she wore away and replace them with common trinkets. She said in a rush, "I... she... yes... Tamira.. she... she was insulting me. You.. your property. I said if YOU bought me then I must be valuable, and she should stop... but then she insulted you too!"

Tamira couldn't believe her ears as she listened to Sabeth lie. Not only was she making every word of it up, but it was a nearly incomprehensible mess. She said, "You lying bitch... I never... mppppph!"

Rahmor had clamped a hand over Tamira's muzzle, clamping it shut and turning her head to look directly at him. "Slaves do not speak out of turn..." he said in a deep growling voice. "On your back, slave!"

Tamira's head spun, her emotions going from hate to fear and back again. She gulped and leaned back until she was lying down on her back. She knew better than to keep her legs closed and reluctantly left them in a relaxed position. That was twice today her emotions got away from her. The first had resulted in her pussy whipping. Her eyes widened as he saw Rahmor take the leather belt into his hand and swing it down in a swift arc, the looped end of the belt connecting solidly between her spread legs. "Arrrrrrrhghnnnnnggggg!" she said as the pain flared over her tender sex. She had no idea if this one was harder than the first, but being still sore it surely HURT more! She glanced to the side to see Sabeth smirking in satisfaction and smugness and her fear swung solidly back to anger. That BITCH!

Rahmor said, "Back on your knees, girl. This time keep your mouth occupied since you are having a hard time controlling it otherwise."

Tamira managed to keep the feeling of dismay she felt off her face as she watched the dragon pull back his leather kilt to reveal an already swelling cock. She simply said, "Yes Master" and scooted forward. She licked her lips and took the dragons cock head into her mouth and began to lick. She didn't like it any more than the first time she had been forced to taste him. She never liked unicorn cock, and dragons were no improvement! Her face reddened as she imagined Sabeth watching from behind and her tail flicked in anger.

"Go on...." said Rahmor to Sabeth.

Sabeth said, "Oh.. I.. uh... well I told her not to say such things about her Master. She... she needs to respect her betters!"

Rahmor nodded, looking down to the sucking unicorn between his legs. He idly fondled a breast of one half of his chair as he said, "Switch places..."

Sabeth bit back a protest, reluctantly inching forward to take Tamira's place. Yuck.. his cock head was all wet from her spit! She thought about trying to wipe it off, but decided that would be unwise. She took a deep breath and mouthed the member. Unlike that dyke she knew how to please a male. She was no slut, but it sure made the boys even MORE eager to give her gifts and attention. Maybe he would give Tamira extra punishments for being bad at giving a blowjob.

Tamira wanted to take pleasure in Sabeth's situation, but she needed to focus and not make an more mistakes. More importantly, she wasn't about to start taking pleasure in another mares pain. Even that lying bitch Sabeth! She said, "Master... Sabeth was yelling at Telly for making everyone look bad. I told her to shut up." She heard a mmmph of protest out of Sabeth and decided she had better tell him everything. "I threatened to fight her and get us both punished if she didn't stop."

Rahmor patted Sabeth's head as she sucked him. He considered the pair for a few moments as if making a decision, weighing their statements. In reality he knew what had happened. His guard heard it all. Even if she had not, he could read the lies in Sabeth's face. See the traces of heat flowing over it, the tiny telltales only dragon vision could see. Not that her story would have held water at any rate. No, he knew before they started what had happened. Now he was just enjoying the tongues on his feet and the mouth around his cock. He tapped Sabeth's head with a talon, "Keep sucking, slave." He turned his head and said, "Bring in the wooden horse for punishment." He smirked at the two mares, "Funny name for it, but I didn't pick it."

Dana watched the scene unfold, hands balled into fists behind her. He didn't believe that stuck up whore, did she? And what was a wooden horse? Whatever it was, she didn't think anyone was going to be happy to see it. It took a few minutes but the double set of doors was opened and a wooden contraption was wheeled in. It looked like the top of a doghouse, a triangle made from wood but no opening on either end for an animal. She strained for a better look but there was not much to it. It was maybe three feet high and five feet long. The top edge had a metal covering running from end to end. There were a series of straps running along both sloped sides. She had no idea what it was for, but feared she was going to find out.

Rahmor stood, pushing Sabeth off his cock and walked to the device. "Come slaves... stand here."

Tamira got to her feet, pussy still burning from the belt and walked up to the thing, hands behind her back. A guard moved behind her and secured her wrists, doing the same with Sabeth who was looking with confusion at the thing. Tamira had an idea, a bad idea and hoped she was wrong.

Rahmor grabbed both mares and made them straddle the long wooden horse. The sloping sides forced their hooves apart and they faced each other over the wedge. "Now... sit!"

Tamira winced as her fears were confirmed, but there was no escaping it. She could say no, could refuse, but all that would get her would be MORE punishment. She held her breath as she slowly sat down on the cold steel that ran along the top of the wedge. She could see it wasn't sharpened but slightly rounded. So it wouldn't split her in two at least. She hissed as the cold metal touched her pussy lips, making them hurt even more as she sat. With her hands behind her she had to put her weight on her crotch. She kept some of her weight on her hooves, but made sure she was obviously sitting on the torture device, lips hurting from the pressure. She lifted her gaze from her pained pussy to Sabeth and saw she wasn't sitting down. Her first instinct was to urge her to obey, but she held back. She wasn't about to speak out of turn again, and Sabeth... well... she DID deserve whatever was coming to her.

Sabeth trembled as she straddled the wooden wedge, seeing Tamira wincing in pain as she sat and shook her head slowly. She couldn't sit on that! It would hurt! She was suddenly aware of the dragon's presence directly behind her, and hands coming around her sides to grab the pendants attached to her nipples. "Owww!" she said and sat down onto the cold, hard metal in reflex to ease the pressure on her poor nipples. She squirmed as she was forced down, leaning forward to do her best to keep her nipples from being stretched. She whimpered at the feel of sitting on the horrid object, her soft pussy spreading over it. Then the pressure eased, her pendants freed to swing as she panted in discomfort. She kept as much of her weight on her hooves as she dared, not wanting her nipples pulled again. She looked into Tamira's muzzle and glared. This was all her fault! Maybe she should bite the stupid common dyke! She eeeped as strong hands closed around her ankled, turning her head to look. What was he doing? Then she had no more time for thoughts as the dragon yanked her ankles up and back, and ALL her weight was suddenly pressing down on her crotch and pussy. "Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" she screamed as she squirmed on the metal top of the wedge, legs spread and ankles trapped. She didn't feel her Master strapping her ankles in place but squeezed her legs together, trying to shimmy up the sloped sides, but there was no purchase with her furry thighs and the smooth wood. After what seemed like an hour of squirming she finally figured out if she leaned BACK and tenses her thighs she could put weight on her ankles and ease the pressure on her pussy. But it still hurt so much, like she was being split in half. "Master!" she said in helplessness. "Please!"

Rahmor took Sabeth by her chin, turning her head to hers and gave her a kiss, fingers digging into the sides of her jaw to force her mouth open, tongue sliding deep into her mouth as he stared in her wide, pained and frightened eyes. He licked her tongue as he withdraw, then kissed her on the lips, having shut her up with the unexpected intimacy. "My dear little slut... my stupid cow..." he said.

Sabeth groaned at the constant pressure, and moaned at the insult. She wasn't stupid!

Rahmor said, "You lying cunt. I told you before, more than once, I do not tolerate lies from my slaves." He kissed her as she started to protest, making a mockery of the tender motions and movements of his lips against hers. He pulled back and shoved her ball gag into her muzzle, strapping it tightly in place, using more force than normal to keep her well and snugly gagged. "You will wear that until I decide you are able to speak without lying to your Master, bitch." He grabbed a pendant and pulled forward and down.

Sabeth cried out in the gag as she bent over, following the pull on her nipple. She howled as this caused her to lean forward, crushing her clit against the metal. It hurt, it hurt! She tried to pull back but this only tugged on her tender, delicate nipple and she rocked back and forth trying to ease the pain of one, but only making both worse. She trembled and squirmed, "Ahhhhma Chhhharrrree!" She was SO sorry... she wouldn't lie again.. never ever! She tried to tell him that, tried to beg forgiveness but it all came out in muffled, intelligible grunts and sounds. She drooled as she sputtered and moaned, tears running down her cheeks.

Rahmor watched in satisfaction and pleasure as the mare cried and struggled on the wooden horse. Yes, this was VERY satisfying indeed. She may not learn anything from this, but the others would! He heard a soft ahem and looked beside him to see Nella holding a pair of rubber straps. How thoughtful! "Very good, my slave..." he said as he took them. He tugged at one, feeling it's pull. Good... very light at first, but quickly building resistance. He took one and tied an end to one of Sabeth's nipple weights, and the other to one of the straps in the middle of the wedge. He did the same to her other side and stepped back to watch.

Sabeth groaned, the rubber pulling her down forward until her clit and crotch were in searing pain. She leaned back to try and make it easier to put her weight on her ankles but the bands tightened and yanked painfully at her nipples. She wailed in the gag, unable to pull back enough... but soon the pain in her clit turned to unbearable agony and she bit down had on the ball in her mouth as she leaned back, nipples screaming in protest. She almost sobbed in relief as the pressure eased on her clit, but soon her nipples were hurting too much and she had to lean forward again to once more crush her clit. She bit down on the ball gag as she strained in pain, looking down at her poor nipples, the piercings bleeding a bit from the terrible abuse.

Tamira watched in sympathy, wincing at the torment Sabeth was going through. She felt a tiny bit of satisfaction and decided it wasn't unwarranted... if Rahmor had believed her lies it would be Tamira in that position right now, with Sabeth smirking from the sidelines. Not to mention the things she said to Telly! Still... it was painful to watch. She looked up to Rahmor who was watching, his gaze turning to hers and grinning. Oh no.

Rahmor said, "Lift your hooves... just like your lying sister here."

Tamira quivered, seeing very clearly what the result of that would be. But once more, if she did not do it, he would do it for her, and far more. So she steeled herself, and pulled her hooves up. She slammed them right back down as her not inconsiderable weight crushed and spread her tender, spanked pussy over the metal. Damn that fucking HURTS! She took several breaths and lifted one, then the other and couldn't help but cry out at the pain of her weight being supported by such a tender area. She mmmphed as the dragon kissed her, much like he did to Sabeth hands she struggled not to bite his tongue as it probed. She wondered what he got out of this...

Rahmor shivered in pleasure as he kissed the warrior unicorn, eyes taking in the pain and humiliation and yes.. the obedience and submission he could see there. She had strength and will and was fighting still.. but to HIM she obeyed. He drank in the sensations of her struggles... the pain she endured because HE demanded it. Watching her focus her will and strength on obedience. Yes. She was close, so very close to surrender. He licked her lips, "Hooves down, slave. Get back in line." He looked at Sabeth, "You will stay here."

Tamira slammed her hooves back down and stood even before the dragon had finished giving the order. Her abused pussy throbbed and ached something terrible but it felt so GOOD to get off that terrible thing. She settled down onto her knees with relief, filling the gap she had left in the line of slaves. For a moment she thought she would be joining Sabeth in her torture. She thought about the white dragon and wondered if he was rubbing off on Rahmor? No... that bastard would have simply bitten out her tongue or something equally horrible. Her Master was no worse than when she first met him. Not that an enslaving, violent, raping blue dragon was a good thing to have as an owner. But it could be worse. He could have left her on that thing.

Rahmor watched Sabeth squirming on the horse and said to the rest of the mares, "Lying is NEVER a good idea around a dragon, as you can see. I'll keep her there until she learns her lesson. I think she needs company though..."

Tamira hoped it wasn't her, she just got off that thing! Then she realized that by wishing it wasn't her, she was wishing for someone else to be put on it.

Rahmor pointed to a random unicorn and snapped off a question, "What are you?"

The mare flinched back and stammered, "Uh... your sla..." then yelped as her muzzle was smacked. She turned her stinging muzzle back and said, "Your slave, Master." The rest of the mares all turned their gaze from the suffering Sabeth and gave their Master their full and undivided attention.

Rahmor patted the mare on the nose, making her flinch more and gave the mares a quick refresher course, delivering smacks if they did not answer instantly. Most managed it, a few were still learning. Rahmor grunted as he said, "Good girls. Now.. follow me... get in a circle around your bad sister." He walked up behind Sabeth and ran his hands along her back. "Time for your second lesson, bitch." He watched the rest of the mares crawl into position around him.

Sabeth was half-hunched over and shaking as she whined in the gag. She had never hurt so much in her life. It wasn't as intense as some pain she had felt, but the pressure was relentless against her crotch, a steady pain only aggravated by needing to lean on her clit. She whimpered at the touch to her back and then cried out as she was shoved forward! She screamed as she was bent over, her chest hitting the top of the wooden structure, feeling the hard metal under her fur. Her clit felt like it was being crushed and she struggled to lift her hips, the new position at least letting her get a bit of leverage.

Rahmor patted the back of Sabeth's neck. "I need a tall unicorn here... sit on her neck, Tamira. Face your Master."

Tamira nosed and got to her hooves. She lifted a leg up and straddled the back of Sabeth's neck, wincing as her aching pussy pressed to the neck fur of the mare. She was just tall enough to manage, and even with stretching as much as possible she still was sitting on the neck. She could hear, and feel Sabeth squirming in pain at the extra pressure.

Sabeth squirmed in humiliation, even more upset knowing who was sitting on her neck. She tilted her head back and jabbed at Tamira with her horn. Bitch!

Tamira owed and arched her back at the sudden poke. All their horns had their tips ground off to a round shape, but it still felt like she was being jabbed with a metal bar. She reached behind her with one hand to grab the horn, pushing it to the side and then pulling it back so she could grab the tip with her other hand, trapping the horn between her arm and side.

Sabeth owed as her head was turned and then pulled back, forcing her to look at the ceiling as the bitch somehow pinned her horn in place. She squirmed but couldn't move, her neck now hurting as her head was yanked back to it's limit. Even though the dragon was behind her, she shivered at her exposed throat. She couldn't take the pain and humiliation any more, but couldn't do ANYTHING about it.. her body tied and pinned, her mouth gagged. She simply howled her rage and frustration.

Rahmor patted the nicely displayed ass and said, "Listen closely, slaves. I'm going to start giving orders on how I am to be served, but I will not be choosing WHO does them. You will be judged as a group, and rewarded, or punished as a group for your behavior. If I give an order and nobody steps forward to obey, you will ALL be punished." He turned his head back and forth to look at all the mares, making sure they understood. "Good slaves. Now.. lick my feet while I have some fun with this lying bitch."

Telly was the first to crawl forward and begin to lick at her Masters toes. It was demeaning and she didn't like the taste, but she pushed that out of her mind as she focused on what was important.. keeping her Master happy so he wouldn't send her away to an even worse dragon. She was haunted by those dead eyes of the unicorn she saw at the party, always feeling like the dragon that did that was just around the corner, waiting for the chance to get her. She concentrated on licking, the task letting her forget the fear for a while.

Rahmor was not surprised when Telly was the first. She had been visibly terrified when the white dragon has visited and explained all the terrible things that some dragons do to their slaves. Since then she was quick to serve and obey, clearly not wanting to be seen as unworthy or picked to be given away. He could see and smell her fear and worry and knew that with a little kindness, reward and reassurance he could finish bending her will... turn the fear of torture and torment into grateful relief at being safe under his care. He hisses in pleasure at the thought, then frowned as nobody was licking his other foot. He was considering a response when another finally moved forward and began to lick and kiss. He noted with surprise it was one of the unicorns he had used for a chair. Good girl. He said, "I want my tail stroked, and my back rubbed. I desire two of you to stand at Tamira's side, displaying yourself. One facing me, one shoving off her ass."

The mares were much quicker to move this time, as these tasks didn't seem so bad. Dana took up position behind the dragon and began to rub his shoulders. Several others began to caress and pet the slowly swishing tail, so much thicker and powerful than the unicorns slim, delicate tails. Two more eventually moved into place at Tamira's side and stretched and swayed as they showed off for him nervously, their movements revealing practiced dance moves from their former lives.

Dana rubbed firmly, this was something she had done for her father and brothers and was pretty good at working out a stallion's sore muscles. She was always amazed at the feel of a dragons hide. It looked like hard scales and was in some places, but most of their body was actually smooth like skin, the scales just a coloration.. a pattern. She had never had a chance to look at her Master from this angle before, marveling at the color and texture, and glad she was shorter so she didn't have to worry about losing an eye from his wicked backward facing horns. The wings confused her a bit, the dragons back having extra muscles in places she was not used to, but she did her best. She could feel the strength under her fingers.. pressing harder than she would with a stallion, guessing a dragon could take, and would enjoy the feel.

Rahmor hissed in pleasure, mrrrring at the swaying rump of the unicorn to his left, and the swinging breasts and pink crotch of the one on his right. He turned to Tamira and said, "My.. Dana sure knows how to give a good massage.. I'll have to keep that in mind." He smirked as Tamira did nothing but give a slow nod, seeing her trying, and failing to hide her emotions from him. He said, "Now... my cock needs licked until it's all covered in unicorn spit." Unsurprisingly it was Kindem who came to his side and began to lick and coat his cock. He could see the distaste in her posture and expression, but knew he had broken her of the phobia of sucking cock. She was very willing to obey now, knowing that if she resisted licking or sucking him, a hundred dragon cocks were waiting to give her another session. He pushed her away once he was wet enough and he licked his hips, stroking Sabeth's rear as he slid up behind her. "Time for your second lesson in telling the truth, bitch..."

Sabeth moaned against the ball gag, drooling over her chin as she squirmed, unable to do anything else. He was going to rape her! She knew it was only a matter of time. She was no virgin, but still... she saw how big he was and always before it was HER in charge. She chose what males touched her, and where... and what they would give her for the honor. She missed Brant... he did anything she asked of him. If he were here he would stop him, not like Tamira who was HELPING him. She suddenly let out an eeeerp as she felt the wet, warm tip of the dragons cock nuzzle under her tail and against her ass. Wait! What was he doing! She squirmed and thrashed and tried to lower her tail but felt him take the end in his jaws and yank it up. Ow! Helplessly she felt the dragon begin to press against her ass. He was going to fuck her THERE? That wasn't anything she even let Brant do, no matter how much he asked. She whined.

Rahmor mrrrrmed as he felt her tight ass pressed to his cock. His arrowhead shaped cock tip would make short work of her resistance. A dragoness could clench her sex tight to try and prevent a male from entering her long enough to fight him off, so a dragons member was MEANT to force its way into a tight entrance, and then ram right up to a dragon's womb to empty his seed. Furries were not like that of course... you would hurt them badly if you tried that so dragon males had to fuck with a bit of restraint. But it meant that there would be little Sabeth could do to stop him, or even slow him down. He decided to give her some advice, "I'm going to fuck you now, bitch... it will hurt less if you relax.. more if you fight..."

Sabeth heard the warning and whine. Relax? How could she relax with her pussy being crushed and her body aching and a DRAGON ready to fuck her up the ass! She was still trying to come to grips with her situation when an intense pressure pressed up behind her and opened her up wide for the fat cock that followed. Her eyes rolled up into her sockets as she felt the cock invade her. It felt like a tree was being rammed up her butt. Her whole body arched against the bonds and mare sitting on her as she slobbered all over the floor as the air came out of her. Ahhhhhhpppppphhbt!

Kindem knelt at Rahmor's side, a hand on his thigh gently stroking as she watched. He was so BIG.. and just rammed right in! That had to hurt. Her own anus clenched in sympathy and she hoped he never wanted to do that to her! She had a horrifying thought of all those dragons she had been forced to suck, suddenly turning her around and ALL fucking her in the ass! She shuddered and decided she would bend over RIGHT away if he ever asked. She knew better now than to try and say no!

Sabeth felt every ridge and fin on the dragons cock as they pushed into her, her screaming anus stretching and taking the cock as it slid inward. Her ass was a mixture of sharp pain and aching, stretched muscle... her body feeling stuffed full. It didn't feel good at all! She grunted as she felt the cock filling her, then it stopped.. simply sitting there. She moaned and panted... not even sure what hurt anymore, her world was simply a haze of agony. She couldn't believe this was happening to her.... being used in such a demeaning, DIRTY way.. in front of everyone.. helpless and suffering. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine being alone... nobody watching. But she could hear them breathing, could FEEL their eyes on her.. laughing. Then the cock moved again and she was unable to think a coherent thought, her mind filled with the sensations stabbing deep into her brain and forcing everything else out. She simply grunted into the gag as every hard thrust rammed her poor pussy down and against the cold metal.

Rahmor grunted as he began to fuck the lying mare, enjoying the hard fuck... giving the mare a seriously rough ride. He panted and grunted... feeling hands and tongues all over his body... his mares... his slaves... obeying like they should. He looked into Tamira's eyes, then leaned forward and kissed her as he continues to ram into Sabeth. Her mouth parted for him... her body willing, but her eyes still showing hints of her defiance. Soon, my warrior slave... soon you will be mine. With thoughts of his plans for her filling his head, he came quick... grabbing Tamira's muzzle to hold her as he shuddered and pumped his seed deep into Sabeth's body.

Tamira shuddered as hot, dragon breath blasted into her mouth as he came, his grip on her face tight and possessive. She shuddered, recalling the look in his eyes just before he climaxed. So frighteningly dominant... eyes that promised control, that demanded submission. She just couldn't do what he wanted of her... she couldn't HELP enslave the other mares. She had taken an oath. But she knew there was no resisting him. Sooner or later he WOULD break her will. She was afraid what she would become.. what he would turn her into. If he would just let her do something else, anything else she might... just might be able to submit, knowing there was no other choice. She tasted his tongue in her mouth and closed her eyes, thinking there HAD to be away out of this.

Sabeth cried, tears streaming down her face at the hard, cruel raping... and then the feel of him cumming in her. Not even using a sheepskin, not that it mattered.. she wasn't going to get pregnant.. but it was yet another humiliation... that she wasn't even worthy of using protection. Like a whore! She gasped as the cock pulled out and she felt strangely empty and hollow, her ass aching... feeling so strange and wet.. the hotness deep inside slowly leaking out and running down over her tortured pussy lips.

Rahmor ahhed and stepped back, hissing his pleasure. A guard was at his side, holding out several soft, wet cloths and he eyed the nearest unicorn. "Wash me off, slave" he ordered. He gestured to Tamira to get down.

The unicorn took the dripping rags and was grateful he wasn't making one of them use their own hair, or mouths. She guessed he didn't want them TOO dirty or smelly for his own use. A small favor indeed.

Sabeth sobbed, head drooping as it was released and the pressure on her neck eased. She whined as she was pulled back into position, clit screaming as she rocked back onto her ass. The metal was all wet and slimy now as she sat on it, both pussy and ass grinding against the unyielding and cold metal. She squirmed, her nether lips sliding against the metal as she moved and once more felt the bands pulling on her nipples.

Rahmor said, "Tamara was punished for fighting with someone of her own rank. If that was all you had done, you would have been off this by now. But YOU were mean to a slave that was behaving like your MASTER wished, and then you lied about it. I will not tolerate such behavior." He gave Sabeth a few smacks to her face, then a swat to her ass. A normal furry, or even a dragon would have to be taken down after a time, or risk damaging them. Unluckily for Sabeth, her unicorn healing would make sure she didn't suffer any permanent injuries. But that meant that in the meantime, she would suffer far more. He said, "Now... let's get back to our lessons, shall we girls? Let's see... YOU! What is your mouth for?"

The mare jumped at the sudden question. "Sucking Masters cock, Master!" said Molly without hesitation. She got the next two right as well, but slipped up on the third and got a smack for her mistake. Resentful at the smack after getting two right she missed the fourth and got a swat on her ass from the dragons tail. That got her attention back on track and she managed the rest without another mistake, her mind focused by the dominant dragon's words and actions.

The rest of the mares quickly began giving their rote answers as they were further trained and conditioned, their minds working hard to memorize the answers... soon beginning to think the way their Master wanted. Most of them were already thinking of him as the leader of their little herd, just like feral horses would. Powerful and old instincts were being used against them, the dragon knowing exactly what he was doing. Even the mares that realized what was going on couldn't help themselves. To avoid punishment they HAD to THINK like a slave, and no matter how hard one might try to contain it, those ideas would start to take root. Circled around the suffering Sabeth, they were especially eager not to displease the dragon. They all knew that empty spot was waiting...