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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 65 - Revenge

_ 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_.

"I can't believe you took that deal," said Devalyn as she walked beside her friend and partner.

Sethea winced and nodded, "Being the commanders bitch is not going to be fun, but... I couldn't just let Boll taken away by our commander and ruined. Not after all the time I spent training him! She would have wrecked the poor thing."

The two dragons made a stunning pair, turning heads as they made their way through the slave processing camp. Both had a metallic glitter to their hides, but where Sethea was a dark and luscious gold, Devalyn glittered brightly covered in silver scales. It was a rare combination to have both metallic colors and the glittering, shining accents, and rarer yet to see two of them so well matched together. They were well matched in other ways, both loving to fight, but not quite good enough or with the right temperament to fight on the front lines. They served as guards on the furry border, a much easier job. But they got to have fun, and sometimes even lucked out like when they had caught those five dumb unicorn stallions trying to mount a rescue effort.

Devalyn punched a golden shoulder with her own silvery hand. "Well trained, right. You have a soft spot for that unicorn, don't you."

Sethea blushed a bit, her golden face taking on a bit of a red tint. "Well, maybe a little," she admitted out loud. To herself she admitted she liked him all right. A lot. Unlike the others in that group, he had not come to upset the balance or rescue slaves that had been rightfully claimed by the dragon empire. He had just come because had been asked. He knew he was no leader, and followed others. He knew his place. It wasn't his fault his so called leaders had led him to a beating and capture. She sighed wistfully, picturing him on his knees, white fur and golden horn and every fine muscle on his body relaxed in surrender and submission. She had spent nearly two days with him, and had enjoyed every second. However, she may look like she were made of gold, but her position and status did not pay well at all. Gold was very much something she lacked, and could never have afforded a unicorn slave. Instead, she had arranged for Boll to be sold to one of the more respectable brothels here in town. He would do well there, learning to pleasure dragon females and better yet, she could visit him.

The price however had been high. Not just the beating she took in fighting her commander after she had challenged her over Boll's fate. That hurt, but she had been beaten worse before. The worst was agreeing to her commanders terms... serving as her bitch for a time, whenever she was off-duty. She didn't look forward to her first encounter, and was glad to have been called in for special assignment.

Both dragonesses strode confidently through the slave pens, and with good reason. No matter what one's position was, as long as you were not disgraced or striped of your citizenship for a serious crime, you could always enjoy knowing that every furry in dragon lands was lower. Slaves. Bound to obey you. It was good to see so many of those uppity unicorns here. They had always evaded being captured in large numbers, choosing to stay far from dragon lands. It didn't help them this time though! They were caught in huge numbers, and now waited in chains as they were slowly sold off.

Sethea strode into the administrative building of this group of slave pens, her gold scale pattern of her hide flashing brightly before stepping into the dimmer insides. Her eyes adjusted quickly, her predators vision seeing a number of slaves working diligently A scrawny looking unicorn immediately got up from behind his desk and did a crouch-walk before settling to his knees before her.

"How may I help youuuuu...ah!" said Rickie as he saw Devalyn walking around to stand at the side of the golden dragoness. He slid his hands protectively between his legs, then with a gulp, forced himself to move his hands to his thighs.

Sethea gave Devalyn a curious look, "You have met this one before?"

Devalyn grinned toothily down at the little unicorn. "Oh... yes. We bumped into one another earlier. He was being a bit naughty, but I helped correct his attitude. "You need any MORE correcting, boy?"

Rickie let out a little whimper, clearly wary of Devalyn and quite intimidated. "Nn... no Maam! I mean, not unless you think so. Maam!" He stared at the floor just in front of him, eyes downcast, but head not tilted forward as to point his horn at either of the dragons.

"We have an appointment with Mistress Leshyet. Take us to her immediately!" said Devalyn, her tail lifting to wrap around Rickie's neck.

Rickie hurrked at the tight grip, just above his collar. He squeaked out, "Yes Maam! She's in baaaaaaack!"

Devalyn smirked, her tail gripping tighter, forcing the unicorn to struggle to get the last word out. She didn't HAVE to hold him so firmly, but enjoyed dominating the little stallion. He had done a good job for her, getting those two brothers assigned to game duty here in the camp, allowing her to visit them on a regular basis. His good service was why she only grabbed him by the neck, instead of by the balls, or shoving her tail up his ass, or down his throat. She got a little wet as she pondered changing her grip, but shrugged. He might still be useful. Best to keep him on a tight leash, but not abuse him TOO much.

Rickie crawled, not daring to stand in the presence of Devalyn. Even if he had not encountered her before, she had a nasty reputation. His mistress was in a bad mood as well, and he wasn't taking ANY chances today. He wheezed as he moved forward.

The two dragoness were lead out through the back, and into a small courtyard behind the building. Sethea sniffed at the air, scenting some stale garbage and blood. A lot of it.

Leshyet regarded the two dragons, ignoring Rickie as she stood over three furries. Or what used to be furries.

Sethea and Devalyn nodded to the red dragoness before looking down at the three dead furries. The pair of strong, glittering dragonesses made a startling contrast to the dirty, bloody and bruised corpses they surveyed. Devalyn nudged one of the furries with her foot, a feline of some kind. Perhaps a young lion, but hard to tell without much of a mane, and a swollen and nearly unrecognizable face. They had all been badly beaten some time ago. Most of the wounds looked like they had not been treated, and probably contributed to their deaths. They had suffered much before death, that much was certain.

Leshyet wasted no time on introductions or niceties as she said, "I have heard much of your skills at torture and punishment. I have need of them now."

Devalyn tilted her head, liking the sound of that. She ignored the choking sounds beside her as her tail tightened in excitement. Torture? Punishment? Who and where, that was all she needed to know!

Rickie stared at the three dead furries. He could SMELL them from here. Dead. Festering wounds that had not been cleaned. Did his Mistress do this? He didn't dare look at her as he tried to keep his expression calm. Did he want these two do to that to more? What had they done, try and escape? He didn't like the idea of his Mistress being able to do such things. Whips and smacks and bondage and NORMAL torture he liked seeing her inflict on slaves. But this. Even after all the things he had seen and done, it seemed extreme. He wouldn't mind seeing this happen to Brant or Sabeth, and had fantasized about such things often enough. But always other dragons doing it. Not his Mistress. Not a dragoness who he served. Who had him under her power. If she could do this to those furries, could she do them to... him?

Leshyet said, "This has been going on for some time, but recently it has gotten much worse. I'm unable to deal the situation myself, and even so, I would rather experts like you two make an example out of them."

Devalyn spoke as she usually did, speaking for herself and her partner. "I'm afraid we are too late to punish these furries any further. It looks like you did quite a job on them before they died. Must have taken days to die from those wounds. Long, painful days. Whatever they did to deserve this, I'm sure the others involved are already cowering in fear. We will do our best however to..."

"No, I did not do any of this, and THAT is the problem!" interrupted Leshyet.

Rickie let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. Someone else did this? He relaxed, even with the tail tight around his neck. He knew his Mistress wouldn't just torture a bunch of slaves to death like this for no reason! He nearly slumped to the floor, but for the tail around his neck. Some other dragon did it. Good... that was fine. Half-imagined images of red hands, and red stained claws slipped from his mind like nightmares on waking. He sighed happily.

Leshyet snorted and stomped about. "A furry slaver did this. Some wolf whore named Kimh. She leads a small band that roam the furry lands, attacking small groups, bringing them back to sell. But she has a reputation for delivering damaged goods. This time she has gone too far. Either in their capture, or after... this group was beaten badly. But instead of treating them, or selling them as damaged, she LIED. The bitch handed them over, all bound up, not mentioning how bad they were injured. Her dragon contact failed to examine them, just gave them a quick peek and stuffed them back in their sacks. By the time they got here, two were dead, one was too far gone to save and the fourth while alive, is mentally damaged. Possibly unsalvageable."

Devalyn nodded, growling. A furry LYING to dragons? They lied to each other all the time, and that was distasteful enough. But to a dragon? She said, "So... you want us to torture her? Is she in captivity here?"

Leshyet shook her head, "No, she is not. That is why I called for you two. I want you to catch her, torture her, make an example of the bitch. Leave her alive, but make her SUFFER. I want this done in furry lands. I want to send the rest of these slavers a message that they can NOT cheat the Dragon Empire and get away with it. We will go after them, hunt them down and make them PAY. Understood?"

Devalyn and Sethea both moved to attention and nodded, "Understood!"

Rickie gasped and slumped to the side, the tail having slid from his neck as the silver dragoness stood at attention. Dragon ranks were so bloody complicated, especially when dragons were in different clans. But Leshyet, even as a slaver was apparently ranked higher than these two border guards. He wasn't sure how much, so he composed himself and stayed silent, not wanting to give offense or make his Mistress look bad.

Devalyn squeezed her tail, only then noticing she had let go of the little runt. She turned her head to regard him and grinned toothily, "This one can fill us in on all the details then? We will get busy, interrogating him on everything we need to know."

Rickie ulped and glanced up at the leering silver dragon, unconsciously moving his hands to his crotch again, seeing the gold dragoness grinning as well.

Leshyet looked down at Rickie, as if noticing him for the first time, frowning at his expression, then eying the silver dragon with distrust. She smoothed her features and said haughtily, "He has other duties. Get another office slave to fill you in. Ask for all the records for Kimh. Find her. Punish and humiliate her publicly, break up her slaver gang. Bring HER back to be made a slave herself. She should still be on the furry side of Bordertown."

Devalyn frowned but nodded, watching Leshyet walk to stand protectively between her and the little unicorn. So, he was a favorite of hers? How odd. The scrawny thing just SCREAMED for someone to abuse him. His entire demeanor shouted "I AM PREY!" and she itched to get her hands on him. Make him grovel and beg. He was weak, and it was his place to be the plaything of the strong. It was like dangling a string before a cat. All her instincts told her to swat him, and hard! But Leshyet was in charge of several slave pens. She served directly under the camp leader. That was above the status of a mere furry border guard, and in a different chain of command, so she nodded. "As you wish, Maam."

Rickie bit down on his tongue. It was the only way he could overcome the urge to stick his tongue out at the silver dragoness. He knew that would be a BAD thing. Very, very bad. Leshyet would surely beat him for it, and might even give him to those two dragons as punishment! He stared at the floor, making damn sure he didn't smirk or smile. Time enough for that later.

Leshyet dismissed the two dragons, then glanced discretely behind her at Rickie. She smiled knowingly as she saw his very carefully crafted expression of disinterest. Very good. It was not that long ago that he would have done something inappropriate She was pleased at his progress. He certainly was doing better than any of her former playthings. All the others couldn't quite understand their place with her. Her particular kink gave conflicting signals to slaves she played with. Rickie seemed to be understanding things quite well. She pondered the fate of that furry slaver and shivered. Perhaps an idea for tonight's fun. She licked her lips, "Come along, slave... we have work to do."

...

"Trains may be fast, but they smell" complained Sethea.

Devalyn agreed, "I'd much rather a long, leisurely ride on a horse. Smelling the air, seeing the scenery... free to go where we please. I don't trust machines. All that smoke and steam and noise. It's as bad as magic. Who KNOWS what goes on inside those things. Unnatural."

Sethea nodded, "Another nice long patrol on horseback would be good, yes. Maybe catch some more stupid unicorns!"

"That was certainly our best catch. You won't find anyone THAT innocent in Bordertown. This Kimh character might be fun, but she is not an innocent. Kidnapping other furries and selling them for profit is as far from innocent as you can get."

"Maybe we will find her with a newly captured slave!"

"Oh, that would be SO much fun! Imagine the things we could do with a slaver and a furry she kidnapped. Maybe a big strong lion or bear. We could train him to rape and torture her. Offer them both up to Leshyet when we get back. Here you go, Ma'am, our report, a broken slave trader, and a well trained slave too!"

The two dragons chatted as they walked, stretching their legs after the cramped journey. They wore little, not wearing their usual armor and variety of weapons for this assignment. Instead, they used leather straps and belts to decorate themselves. Several on each arm and leg, as well as tail. All fastened with d-rings, giving them a very fetishy look. Each wore only a small, simple short sword and dagger off a wide belt, similar to the belt covering their breasts tightly.

They drew looks as always as they made their way through the Dragonside, the simple but accurate name for the dragon's half of Bordertown. More a sprawling fortress than a town, the Dragonside was filled with purposeful and organized activity. The Dragon Empire required vast amounts of food and supplies to survive. Bordertown was the result of that. The town was literally split in half by the dragon and furry border. It was the only place on the border where dragons permitted furries to live and work and visit. No furry was dumb enough to approach the border anywhere else. If a dragon patrol spotted a furry near the border, they would not hesitate to cross into furry lands to capture, interrogate and enslave the 'suspicious furries'.

The furry side of Bordertown was safer, if one stuck to the heavily guarded and Furry government controlled sections. At first the entire furry half had been like that. Distrust of the dragons ran deep after the Great Retreat. All contact with dragons was carefully controlled, the furry races determined not to be further taken advantage of. They made sure that any visiting dragons were on legitimate business and not there to kidnap or harass furries. More importantly, they made sure furry slavers couldn't just walk their victims past customs and into the clutches of a greedy dragon. But time and greed slowly changed that. The core of the city was still protected. That had not changed. Even with the large amount of goods being processed, it was all inspected and documented and carefully controlled. But as the city grew with the need of transferring so much food and materials, a black market side had developed. Stretching away from the city, but along the dragon border, it became a place for less than legal deals to be made. A no man's land, where neither dragon nor furry were particularly safe. Even if you found a town guard, there was no guarantee they could help, or would be willing to. One didn't get assigned to THAT part of town for being good at their job, though generally anyone who survived there tended to lack more in honesty, rather than survival skills.

If one wanted to sell a shipload of grains or foodstuffs, armor or crafted goods, then shipping them through Bordertown proper was the only way to go. Dragons wouldn't cheat you, and the Furry government made sure all was in order.

If you had less... legal goods. Such as a slave to sell, illicit drugs, or items or services to buy from the dragons, then you needed to visit the seedier quarter of the town. The furries had long given up trying to stop it, instead just doing their best to contain it, and did a surprisingly good job on keeping it apart from the legitimate traders. It was however, too tempting for furries to break the law. The dragons paid WELL for slaves and information, and made sure to hamper any efforts to regulate the lawless town. Even though nobody had sailed the seas for ages, let alone seen a pirate ship, the ideas and names still held sway. Slavers, bandits and criminals began to call it the Pirate's Cove, and eventually just the Cove.

"Let's just hope that bitch is still in the Cove. I don't want to have to put up with those stuffy furries in Bordertown" said Devalyn.

Sethea agreed. "You can get arrested and fined for just grabbing the crotch of some nice looking furry stud!"

"I know. Even though it's THEIR city... we could overrun it easily if we wanted. They should show more respect for our power over them."

The conversation stopped as they approached one of the large well guarded gate. A group of stern looking dragons were guarding a well constructed tunnel through the dividing wall that ran through Bordertown.

"State your business!" said one of the larger dragons.

Devalyn stepped forward, pulling out the paperwork Leshyet had given her. "We are on official duty. Stand aside."

The guard looked ready to argue, and perhaps even demand a little something for his trouble, but saw the official seal and nodded. Harassing dragons on personal business was one thing, but interfering with the needs of the Empire was quite another. He saluted as he stood aside, ordering the gates to be opened.

The two dragonesses strode through, pretending to ignore the looks of admiration, and open lust of most of the guards. They made a striking pair, and knew it.

"That was easier than the last time I came through" said Devalyn.

"Did they demand a bribe?"

"He settled for a blowjob. Then settled for letting me through in return for letting go of his cock" said Devalyn and flashed her very sharp teeth.

"Didn't insist on a ring gag, eh? Dumb."

Devalyn chuckled and nodded, "Doubt he forgot again. Once he healed from the bites. Now... lets find this cunt."

Sethea had not been to Bordertown often, and usually only the dragon side. Things tended to change in the Cove. Establishments were torn down and replaced, or burned down by accident or on purpose. But some things never changed. The one thing furries and dragons both needed was a place to get good and drunk. Bars and taverns tended to get smashed up a bit with fights, but rarely destroyed completely. Nobody wanted to be known for ruining the favorite drinking hole of a notorious dragon or dangerous gang. So there were several places one could count on. The Broken Slave was their first stop. Dark, dirty and loud it was a great place for a dragon to find a slaver willing to kidnap a furry to spec. If anyone knew where to find Kimh, they could probably be found here."

Pushing through the large, dragon sized doors, Sethea and Devalyn surveyed the room. Mostly furries filled the tavern, but a few dragons were here and there. As they walked in, it was if they were not even noticed. But the two dragons knew better. Furries they might be, but these furries were predators in their own right. They noticed them, but were discrete about it. Sizing them up. Looking for potential weaknesses. It wasn't just furries that were bought and sold here. A careless dragon could find him or herself jumped and shoved into a tight box bound for furry lands, sold to some rich furry with a thing for dragons. Or to one looking for revenge. Furries sometimes paid a lot for the chance to kill a dragon, especially one involved in the slave trade. Some might hope to ransom them for their loved one, but that never worked. Once a slave was bought, that was the end of it. After being sold to an auction house, nothing the seller could do would get that furry back...

Devalyn knew that some of the furries here were deciding how much they could get for a gold and silver dragoness pair. Quite a bit, she suspected. They WERE sexy, and with rare coloring. The two of them would make anyone here filthy rich. If anyone survived the attempt. More than one furry, or group of furries met their makers after taking on what looked like an easy mark. Devalyn was NOT easy. She was no soft, or incompetent border guard, unable to fight on the front lines. She had been there. It wasn't her skills that made her leave, but her attitude. She took no shit from anyone, and following orders to the letter just wasn't her style. She knew she could wipe the floor with any of these losers.

Sethea was just as dangerous, just not as obvious about it. She took the lead this time, moving to the bar and settling in. On business she might be, but that was no reason not to enjoy herself. "Two Bloody Fawns" she said before making her way to a table and settling into it with Devalyn taking the opposite side. No way to be suck up on that way.

The bartender, a large black bear nodded and got to work, mixing the drinks from various bottles in a plain, but efficient manner, then shoving the large mugs to one of the waitresses.

The waitress arrived at the table, setting both mugs down and then with a practiced motion, jabbed her finger on a sharp bit of metal on her bracelet, wincing before she squeezed out a few drops of blood into each cup.

Devalyn tossed a few coins on the table which were swept up by the barmaid before she quickly departed. She snorted, "That was a horse, not a fawn." She took the drink and drank heavily anyway, enjoying the flavor.

Sethea chuckled as she drank from her own mug. "Maybe when we are finished here we can take it up with the owner. Now... any likely suspects?"

Devalyn leaned back and checked out the crowd discretely. "Hmmm... well that wolverine over there is Telen-cha. He runs most of the gambling in this part of town. Notorious drinker, but his guards make sure nobody messes with him no matter how drunk he gets. Kimh likes to bet, so he probably knows how to find her. But will be unlikely to talk. Lets see... that's Teske, the red unicorn over there. He's a dragon-owned slaver. But slavers tend to not associate with each other for safety and of course competition."

Sethea nodded, glancing at the wolverine and then to the unusual unicorn. "What the hell happened to his fur?"

Devalyn shrugged, "Born that way from what I heard. Maybe a dragon and unicorn crossbreed? Maybe a mutation. Heard rumors of darker things too. Dunno. A dragon slave raid caught him a while back. Fought hard from what I heard, nearly killed several dragons in the process. Was taken to a slave camp but never ended up on the open market. But some dragon must have noticed him, because one day shows up here with some high value unicorn slaves he captured, and has been brining them in ever since. Now idea how, with that distinctive color of his. Helps out with dragon-led raids as well when needed."

Sethea hmmed and nodded. "Some dragon must have made him one hell of an offer."

"I wonder how red would go with silver and gold, hmmmm?"

"Behave! Work now, fun later. Well, I don't come here enough to recognise anyone. A few look likely..." said Sethea, forcing herself to concentrate. This was a job, not a vacation. She started to speak again, but motion caught her eye and she turned to look.

A canine made his way deliberately, but slowly to their table, pulling a chair quite some distance from it before sitting, "Hello, ladies... you look like you might be wanting something."

Devalyn taped her tail behind her in annoyance at the interruption as she looked over the dog and simply said, "I could use a new slave. Fresh, not from the pens back home."

The canine nodded, looking as if he was expecting it, "I can help with that, for a fee of course."

Sethea leaned forward to give the dog a look over, "I doubt it. You are WAY to scruffy for our tastes. You would be more suited to dinner than a sex toy."

The dog frowned and lifted a hand, "Now now, no need for insults." He looked a little nervous as he added, "But that was a MODEST fee you understand... more like a tip, really. And... I'd make a TERRIBLE slave. Really."

Devalyn said, "Sorry pup, as brave as you are for even talking to us, we need someone with more experience. It's going to take a group to get us what we need. Get lost."

Sethea jumped in, years of partnering with the silver dragoness letting them almost read each others minds. "Our time is worth a LOT, dog. If you could save us some, that MIGHT be worth some coin."

"Sure, sure... watcha need? Just tell me," said the canine, looking at Sethea, then down at her ample cleavage she was showing, giving his lips a long lick as he stared. "Maybe I don't need paid in coin either..."

Sethea made an annoyed face and grabbed the dog by the neck, squeezing. "Coin is all you will get, if you're lucky."

The dog erked and choked, squirming in the tight grip, eyes bulging. He managed to get out, "S...s... sorry... please... ack..."

Devalyn leaned in and said, "Bad doggy. Show your superiors some respect. Now... DO EXACTLY what we want, and maybe we won't take you somewhere and rape you to death."

The dog nodded in a panicked motion, tongue hanging out, then hacked as the pressure on his neck was released.

Sethea said, "We need Kimh. Where is she?" She still held his neck, claws pressed inward dangerously.

The dog whined, "I know where I can get a message..."

Devalyn cut him off, "No, I want to know where to FIND her. Here... let me give you a down payment..."

The dog tried to protest, but his jaw was suddenly pried open and the gold dragoness had taken a small, copper coin and was holding it in front of him. He squirmed as it was shoved into his muzzle, down to the back of his throat, and a bit of beer was poured in, forcing him to swallow the hard metal. "Ack... ahh..." he said, coughing.

"What was that? More?"

The dog tried to shake his head, but the silver dragon had a firm lock on his neck. "No... I'l... gack!" He struggled as the gold took out a larger coin, not letting him speak as she shoved it in with another mouthful of ale. He nearly choked on it, but eventually felt it pass heavily into his stomach.

Devalyn said, "Now... is that enough? Or do you need another payment before you tell us?" She pulled out a third copper coin, this having seen better days, the edges jagged like it has been hacked at with a knife.

The dog stared at the large, rough-edged coin, his eyes clearing showing that he understood that what goes in must come out, sharp edges and all. He gulped and said, "No... no... that was quite enough payment... I can tell you..."

Sethea said, "You can SHOW us. Now. Take us to her."

With a whimper the dog nodded.

...

The bar was run down and small, and that's how Kimh liked it. It meant there were hardly any customers to run out, and she could have the place to herself. The owner either didn't care, or wisely, didn't dare say anything. The big, well established taverns might have some leverage with her, but not a no-name hole in the wall like this one. There were only four of them, but they all had established reputations. Some slavers prowled the streets of bordertown. That was fine, but the real money came from going outside. Taking an unguarded carriage, or a small family. That was what dragons paid best for. Or should.

Kimh grumbled, "Lousy dragons. They should be paying through the TEETH for slaves. The teeth! They don't give us anywhere near what they are really worth." She tapped her own fangs as she talked, showing off an impressive wolf muzzle.

A male fox with patchy fur said, "Cause they know we can't sell em anywhere else. Can be all cheap."

"Likely they know if they dumped a bag of gold on us for each slave, we would run with it and never come back. They give just enough to be worth it, but not enough to make us all rich."

Another said, "Where would we go? We all have a price on our heads. Only a matter of time if we stayed in one spot before dem furry fucks found us."

Kimh grunted, leaning back, grey wolf fur showing through where her leather armor and pants didn't cover. She pondered where to go next. They had to hit someplace that had few patrols, and far from their latest attempt. That had gone badly, the damn fools fighting, getting themselves hurt. Dragons didn't care or notice though, so screw em. Not like they wouldn't fuck them up good anyway.

The fox with patchy fur stood and grunted. "The swill in here is so bad it wants out extra fast tonight." He walked out the back as his exit got a few laughs. The alley was only slightly more dirty than the street, which meant is was filthy beyond belief. "Shoulda just taken a piss in there" he muttered to himself. He turns to the wall, unzipping, and let out a little unf as something hard slammed into the side of his head.

Devalyn caught the fox as he fell, ready to give him another blow with her fist, but once was enough. She eased him down into the gutter, moving to the open door and slipping inside. It was dark, but that was no problem with her dragon's vision. She edged forward enough to confirm there were three of them, and lept into the room, moving for the closest furry, a beefy looking rat. He had no chance, bored and slumped in his chair. He was alert enough to know something was wrong, but not enough to get out of his chair before a foot slammed into the back of it, splintering it and slamming him him into the table with a loud whoooooff. The kick sent the furry, his chair, and the table sliding across the room.

"Fuck!" shouted Kimh, seeing the gold form come out of nowhere to clobber the brown rat. She jumped from her chair and pulled her knife, but close quarters with a dragon was never a good idea. Her mind raced, instantly deciding since she came in through the back, she was down TWO men, not just one. Without even glancing at the tigress she backed up and turned to flee out the front. A silver short sword flashed and her hand went numb, her knife flying from it with a ringing clang. She growled and backpedaled, kicking out as she did.

Sethea jerked to the side, the claws of the wolf's foot only scoring a glancing hit, hardly scratching her. But the wolf bitch was out of her reach.

Kimh snarled, "What the fuck? Don't you know who I am!" She danced further out of reach, forgetting in her anger that only moments ago she had been running in the gold dragons direction for a reason! That reason clamped her hands around her neck and squeezed. Kimh nnnggghed and tried to reach around, but now the gold was on her, grabbing her hands. She struggled, but her vision was already dimming, pressure on the sides of her neck cutting off the blood to her brain as she slumped.

Sethea watched the wolf's eyes roll up and then close, and then it was two dragons against the remaining furry, a scared looking cougar, backing up and looking for a way out. She put on a fierce grin and said, "Drop to your knees and surrender NOW. I'll only ask ONCE, then I'll MAKE you."

The cougar looked at her two unconscious friends, then glanced at the exits, clearly judging her ability to run fast. Not liking the odds, she dropped the short dagger she had pulled, letting it land on the floor, soon followed by her knees.

Devalyn grinned at the bartender who wisely was standing very still, "Sorry about all that. You can keep their clothes and weapons. They won't be needing them. Got any rope?"

The owner nodded silently, watching as the two dragons stripped the furries, and giving them whatever they asked for. He ran a bar in the Cove. He never interfered or asked questions in the best of situations, and this was not one of those!

Devalyn left briefly to fetch the fox she had clobbered outside, bringing him back inside to dump onto the floor. With Sethea at her side, she approached the keeling and trembling cougar.

"I... wait..." said the cougar before she was grabbed from behind by the gold dragoness.

Devalyn unbuckled one of the leather belts around her forearm and used it to secure the cougars muzzle, shutting her up as she buckled it tightly. "Quiet, bitch. We are here for Kimh, but won't hesitate to make an example out of YOU either."

The cougar only nodded. Being a slaver made one hard, and one didn't last long without the attitude and skills to back it up. But it also brought you into close contact with dragons, giving a first hand view of what they could, and would do to those they felt needed a 'lesson'. As big of a bully and as good of a fighter she was, she didn't resist as her clothes were stripped and replaced by the belts the dragonesses had decorated themselves with.

One by one the furries were stripped and bound, until all were laying on the floor in a row. The two dragonesses looked over their handiwork, three unconscious furries and one very frightened cougar. The furries were now wearing most of the belts and leather, the two dragonesses nearly naked.

Sethea looked satisfied and said, "Wake those two up. I'll deal with the leader."

Devalyn smirked and nodded, moving to the rat first and kneeling down. She patted him on the face, "Hey... hey... wake up." This only got a twitch and a light groan, so she reached down with a silver hand to give him a stronger wake up call.

Jath groaned, his thoughts all fuzzy, his head throbbing in pain. The pain tapped against the base of his skull like someone pounding on a door, demanding to get in, his spine thumping like a drummer was beating on it. He tried to ignore it, but his whole body began to complain, a sick pain flowing through him, swirling and moving down, down, down. the discomfort increased quickly and he groaned, eyes opening to see the gleaming face of a silver dragon. "Arrrrgggmmmmmph!" he cried out, finally coming awake, fully aware of the pain in his head, and the fingers crushing his nuts. He shuddered and yelled, his muzzle gagged and tied with a rag and ropes. "Grrrraaastttoopphh!" he said incoherently, his whole body feeling like it had been stomped on by a drake, but those fingers crushing him focused his attention like a razor's edge.

Devalyn smiled and said, "Wakey wakey..." before giving him a final squeeze, leaning in close to lick his nose. "Don't move, or I'll be back to rip off that cute pink nose of yours!"

The rat gasped in agony, the memory of being kicked from behind coming back to him through the haze of pain. He wasn't sure he could do more than roll over, his hands bound behind him, legs tied as well. He slumped to the floor, twitching.

Devalyn moved to the patchy fox, now smelling a bit of gutter filth. She poked at the side of his head, seeing that the bleeding had stopped. She tapped at his forehead, right between his eyes. "Naptime of over, bitch" she said... and after seeing no response, gave him the same treatment as the rat, grabbing his balls and squeezing in a steady rhythm. She hrmped as he didn't stir, and squeezed harder. "Oh, a stubborn one, eh?"

"Quit playing around, Devalyn. We will have plenty of time to play with their leader on the way back," said Sethea.

Devalyn put on a mock-pouty face, "Yeah, but she doesn't have squishy balls."

"Seriously, Dev. And you wonder why you have you have a problem getting males to date you," said Sethea as she upended a mug of ale onto the unconscious fox's face.

The fox jerked awake, coughing and sputtering, then immediately curled up into a ball, whimpering.

Sethea hauled the naked female wolf back up, holding her by her shoulders. "Wake HER up now."

Devalyn put on an exaggerated pout, but stood up, eying the wolf hanging limply from Sethea's arms. She grabbed another mug and threw it in her face, getting a good amount on Sethea too. "Ooops!" she said unconvincingly.

Sethea growled as she held a sputtering and coughing wolf. "Oh, nice. Payback is going to be a bitch!"

Devalyn grinned at her friend, "Yeah yeah, it will have to wait." She grabbed the wolf by her muzzle and looked into her eyes, then around at the others. "All of you are going to be on your BEST behavior while we DISCUSS things with your leader. Annoy us, and you WILL suffer. I'm not going to even bother to ask if you understand me... nobody could be THAT stupid!"

Kimh mrrmped angerly, trying to talk through the rag, and struggling, pure fury on her face.

Devalyn smirked, "Or I could be wrong." She glared at the wolf, then brought her knee up sharply, slamming it into her crotch with an audible thud.

Kimh's eyes crossed and she screamed into the gag, thrashing about limply in Sethea's arms.

"Quit squirming" said Sethea, shifting her grip to grab a furry breast, talons pressing painfully to the nipple.

Kimh nrrrghed, eyes tearing in pain as she struggled weakly, then subsided, gasping into the gag in pain.

Devalyn said, "Let's get out of here. Something smells bad, and I prefer more light to work." The two girls dragged the four furries out the door and into the street.

Kimh unged and erfed as she was dragged down, and worse, through the dirty street, but not kicking or trying to escape. Whatever leather had been used to bind her with was much stronger than it appeared. Clearly some kind of dragon bondage, and dragon bondage was notorious for being nearly impossible to escape from. No way she could get out of even one of the straps, let along all of them that bound her from ankles to muzzle. Mrrrph!

"Ahh, this will do," said Devalyn as they found a larger, and busier tavern. They pulled the three members of Kimh's gagn to horse hitching posts, using rope to tie their muzzles to the posts, leaving the three humiliated on their knees, bound and tied like common animals.

Sethea held Kimh up by her arms, the wolf's legs bend and bound with thick thigh straps. She nuzzled at the side of the soft neck and nipped, drawing a muffled groan from the wolf. She opened her lips to speak, and stopped at a voice.

"All right, what's going on here?" said a lizard in a constables uniform.

"Oh, how CUTE!" squealed Devalyn, looking over the small scaly thing.

The lizard gave an icy look to Devalyn, not intimidated in the slightest. "This isn't a playground. This may be the Cove, but there ARE rules! It's still furry land and on THIS side of the border, kidnapping is a crime."

That got a few chuckles from various furries who had gathered in curiosity. It was indeed a crime, and in most places one that was met with swift and harsh punishment. But in the Cove it was, not tolerated, but ignored. As long as it wasn't done out in the open. Devalyn reached into a small pouch at her side and pulled out a folded piece of paper, handing it to the constable. "This is not a kidnapping. It's an arrest."

The lizard took the paper, immediately noticing the gold border. Official dragon orders, obviously. Not a surprise, seeing that it was a dragon that had given it to him. He opened it and read it over. It was indeed an arrest order for a grey wolf by the name of Kimh. For crimes against the Dragon Empire. He sighed. If it had been a mere furry that had issued it, even a judge or respected lawmaker, he could still bring them all into the authorities to sort it out. Make sure it was truly legal, make sure there was no mistake. But dragons were another story. When they issued something official, that was that. They would go to great lengths to make sure it was followed. No judge in the furry kingdom would dare interfere. The political mess on the furry side would be bad enough, let alone what the dragons might demand or do.

He passed it back, "Fine. But it says nothing about those three."

"Witnesses," said Devalyn. "We won't be taking them back with us, but may need to question them."

The lizard hmmed, looking at the two dragonesses. They were VERY determined, and he did NOT like how the silver one was looking at him, especially where! Right or not... these two were not just out for fun, but on official business. Which made them dangerous. He grumbled, cursing his inability to do anything. Only two kinds of officers got sent to the Cove. Those that clearly had no honesty at all... and those that clearly had too MUCH. He had a bad habit of sticking his nose where it didn't belong, and even after being sent here he continued to do it. He probably COULD get those three out of this. Risky. But then again, they were likely slavers. No PROOF of course. Otherwise he would have gone after them himself, but he had little doubt. Fine. He would let this one go. He stiffened as the silver approached, a hand going to his baton, but not the sword on his other side. He knew better.

"Constable... Rakech. How NICE to meet you. Perhaps you could give us an escort back to dragon territory when this is all done with?" said Devalyn, licking her lips.

The lizard didn't quite retreat, but leaned back a bit at the looming dragon. One scary bitch! "No... I don't think so. You just finish up and be on your way. I'm not going anywhere near the border with you around."

Devalyn let out a sad sigh, "Oh... do you think I would do anything to an official? It might cause an incident!"

Rakech said, "I sure as hell DO think you would, incident or not." He huffed, and then did back up, leaving it at that. The less said the better. He could handle dragons. Most dragons. But when one got that LOOK. He shuddered. It didn't bode well at All to have a dragon interested in you. Not THAT way. They could be ROUGH. And a one night stand with a dragon, even as pretty as her, could easily lead to a lifetime of wearing her collar. No thanks!

Devalyn watched the tail and ass of the constable as he left. "Awww. He was cute!"

Sethea shrugged, not having much interest in other scalies. Dragons or fur, that was her preference. "Enough of that. We have some issues to deal with here. Now... Kimh was it? We would like to discuss your recent shipment of slaves."

Kimh struggled, suddenly angry. Didn't that bitch know not to talk about such things in public? Everyone KNEW what she did, but nobody TALKED about it. And with a constable around too! Even if he wasn't going to arrest her, it was good blackmail material. "Mrrrrmph!"

Sethea said, "You see... you gave them to us in bad shape. Very bad shape. Your dragon contact should have checked, and he is being punished for the lapse, but you... you should NOT have given us damaged goods at all, let alone LYING about their condition."

Devalyn said, "Maybe she doesn't understand what a damaged slave is. She could simply be ignorant, instead of a lying bitch."

"That's a good point... maybe you should show her."

Devalyn grinned, and took a step in the direction of the kneeling rat, whoes eyes suddenly went wide as he shook his head. She said, "Well, this is an example," as her tail curled around one of his knees and gave it a yank, spreading his legs to give him a solid kick in the balls.

"Grrrrroooooofhhh..." said Jath, his large rat-fur covered muscles tensing uselessly in his bonds as he thrashed. He yelled again at a second kick, and a third. "Mrrrrpgg... sshhhhhooophhhfff..." he cried, gasping and trying to spit out his gag.

"See Kimh? That's abuse. Show her more!" said Sethea, holding an even angrier wolf.

Devalyn moved to the next, eying the fox with the patchy red fur. "You need to have that skin condition looked at, boy," she said. He moved to stand in front of him, grinning as he clenched his thighs together. She leaned down a bit, and slammed her knee forward, ramming it into his chest. There was an audible SNAP as ribs cracked and the fox screeched out in pain, writhing and thrashing in the dirt. Devalyn grabbed the rope that bound him to the horse hitch and began to yank it upward.

The fox grunted, his head forced to tilt up and lift, stretching him. With his knees bent, ankles bound tight to the backs of his thighs he couldn't stand, and was forced to his knees, rocking on them unsteadily, neck and spine stretched and ribs searing in pain at the tension and pressure.

Sethea fingered an already abused nipple, feeling the wolf flinch and groan against her. "Yes... that's good too. But I don't think she really understands."

Devalyn moved to the third member of Kimh's gang, looking down at the cougar. She licked her lips, then took both breasts in her hands and squeezed, drawing her claws along to slice into the tender flesh. She was careful not to go too deep, wanting to simply cause pain, not slice them into pie-shaped chunks.

The cougar howled into her gag, then jerked as her nipples were repeatedly pinched, and pierced by a pair of talons. Devalyn crouched down, "Let's see... now hold still." She made a fist and pulled back.

The cougar took in a shuddering breath, tensing and trying to plead, but the fist slammed forward into her stomach, slamming the air from her lungs in a whoosh out her nose, nearly blowing the gag out of her mouth. "Hurrrrrrrrrrrffffffrrrggh."

Devalyn smiled, staring the female in the eyes, reaching up to twist her ears painfully.

Whimpering in pain, hardly able to breathe, the cougar could only tremble as her delicate ears were twisted painfully back and forth, making horrid noises as they were abused and tugged. She slumped as the fingers released her.

Devalyn stood, turning to walk up to Kimh, looking her over. "Now... THAT is what we mean by abuse. But maybe you need a more, direct lesson..."

Kimh was scared now. These dragons meant business. She had know the furries were in bad shape, but she had a long and profitable arrangement with them. She was in a rush, needing the gold to cover some bad bets and maybe not been as honest as she should have. But it wasn't that bad, was it? She gasped as claws traced her sex and she squirmed. "Mrrrrrrrpmh!"

Devalyn stroked the already bruised wolf pussy, teasing it with expert talons, knowing how sharp claws felt when dragged over a tender sex. She had done it to herself often! But when she played with herself she only teased. She had no such reservations now. She slid a claw upward, inside the slick folds, and used the tip to jab.

Kimh jerked and whined as she felt the pain INSIDE her. Nrrrrrgh!

Devalyn said, "You... are going to be beaten. Tortured. Raped. Made to pay for even TRYING to cheat the dragon empire." She reached up and unbuckled the belt holding Kimh's muzzle closed, yanking out the dirty rag. "Good gold paid for dead slaves. It's going to All come out of your hide. In blood."

Kimh gasped and shook her head, "Dead? Nooo... they were alive! There must be some mistake."

Sethea said, "All but one died of their injuries on the way."

Kimh shuddered as that talon tip stabbed deeper, "Nnnngah! They... I... I can explain!"

"I doubt it, but please try."

"They resisted! We thought it would be an easy... ahhh... ow... an... an easy capture. But they must have been in the militia or something. They... ow! They fought back... we had to injure them."

Devalyn tilted her talon back, easing the tip from the wolfs flesh, then slid the whole talon deeper and pressed again, piercing tender flesh with the needle sharp tip. "They were more badly injured than just that."

Kimh moaned and whimpered, "We... maybe we beat on them some while we got them here. We were mad, ok? I didn't think they were that badly injured!"

Devalyn leaned close, looking her in the eye as she stabbed her slick, vaginal wall with a talon. "Some injuries can be VERY bad and not show... like this."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhgnnnhhh! Ahh... no... stop... I... I'll pay you baaaaaaaaaaack!" she sobbed as the talon gave a little twist. "Please... dont rape me... no torture... let me get your gold first..." More than just her gold was in danger here. Her reputation was in serious trouble. One did NOT look weak in the Cove, and being marked by dragons was a death sentence. Being beaten and raped by dragons would ruin her. She glanced around, seeing a number of familiar face watching with a mix of eagerness and satisfaction. She had made enemies, lots of them. Her eyes found a red-furred equine muzzle looking back at her from the crowd and she did NOT like the look in his eyes. Then a slap to her face brought her attention back to the silver dragoness.

Devalyn said, "We don't want gold. We want YOU. And I'm not going to rape you."

"But... you said..."

"I said you were to be raped and tortured, and you will... for a lifetime, as a slave of the dragon empire."

Kimh jerked, struggling even with the sharp talon inside her. "No... no... you can't! We have an agreement! I'm a slaver! We can't be taken!" Her panic grew as it wasn't just her reputation at stake here, they meant to take her!

"You WERE a slaver, until you cheated us. Now you are just a slave, just like all the others you sold to us. And speaking of them... won't THAT be a fun reunion? I bet several will be QUITE interested to see you again... tied up... helpless..."

"No... no you can't!" The wolf squirmed, thinking of all the slaves she had sold to the empire. Some of them enemies, or people she owed money to. Betrayed them to get out of debt or to gain advantage. They would all have deep, festering grudges against her. Being a dragons slave... well... she knew that there was at least a CHANCE of getting bought by a decent owner. But those slaves... they would tear her apart! Slowly!

"Yes... no mere slavery for you. You won't be some simple servant or sex toy. Wont be chained to a desk and be made to work, or put to use training other slaves. You will suffer. You will never be auctioned, but kept as a house slave of the empire... and experience the very worst we have to offer."

"Nooo...mmmpppphmphff!" cried the wolf as she was gagged and muzzled once more, thrashing in desperation.

Sethea said, "We pay well, but expect to be dealt with fairly. Nobody can offer the gold that we can... nor the suffering. Come, Dev. Let's get this bitch back to dragon lands. She has several appointments waiting for her..."

Devalyn nodded, then flashed her claws... "One last thing..."

The three furries cringed as she approached them, then slashed down, cutting the ropes. She quickly undid the belts holding their arms, but otherwise left them bound. Might as well give them a fighting chance, and the orders were to leave witnesses. These three will spread the word quite nicely. She stood, eying the crowd, "Any of you want to come along? I'm kinda horny... could use a good fuck." She eyed up a few likely males, but not surprisingly, nobody took her up on the offer. She shrugged and swayed her ass as she left, helping to carry the crying and thrashing wolf. "Your loss..."

...

Jath gasped and panted, leaning in a dark doorway. The second that silver bitch had cut him loose he had begin working on his leg bindings. He had been out of there before anyone could get any ideas. Outed publicly as a slaver, shown to be no friend to dragons, and helpless was a bad combination. He hoped the others got away, but he had no time for them. He had slipped off before anyone had noticed, and shaking and naked he considered his options.

Leave Bordertown. That was a good one. Find some isolated place to live until things cooled down. He had a decent amount of gold stashed away. He didn't gamble it like Kimh did, that stupid bitch! He was sure he would be okay. Maybe not his balls. Damn that bitch could kick. They still hurt, and he knew they would for some time. He was lucky he could still walk, if a bit crouched over.

Something whistled and there was an impact and sharp pain in his neck. He aghed and grabbed at his neck, finding a dart. "Whaaaa..." he said and slumped against the door. Then he was grabbed and carried, his vision blurry, body limp. All he saw was light and dark now, feeling numb as he slipped unconscious.

...

Jath groaned, his head throbbing as he slowly came too. He could make out voices talking nearby. He blinked, vision blurry but could see two others. A cloaked figure, the one that had brought him here, and some sort of canine. He tried to move and discovered to his rising alarm that he was restrained, tied down spread eagled to a bed. It was lumpy and itchy, obviously some hovel in the poorest part of town. He wondered how long he had been out, but it could have been minutes or hours. He tried to speak, but his jaws were tied tight, hindering him.

The dog said, "Cunts! That damn bitch fucking yanked me around my by balls the whole time like I was a pull toy! If you hadn't already told me to lead them straight to Kimh, I probably would have anyway! Those bitches were scary. You have no idea how hard it was to pass those bloody coins. First I..."

The hooded figure snapped, "Enough. I don't know and don't WANT to know. I'm quite aware of how cruel dragons can be. Very, very aware. Our guest is awake, and I need to have... words with him."

The dog looked at the rat tied to the bed and gulped. "Ah... I better make sure nobody is looking for us. You, um... enjoy yourself." He shook his head with a slight shudder and left, swiftly closing the door behind him.

Jath tried to swear, "Fuuuuck!" he said through clenched teeth, no rag in his mouth to completely muffle his voice this time. He growled, getting tired of people shoving things into his mouth and being muzzled. This bed couldn't be too sturdy, a few good yanks and he could be free and beat this, whoever it was to a pulp and get out of this damn town.

"Shhhhh... quiet now..." said the voice under the hood.

Jath glared at hooded figure beside him, studying it. He couldn't make out much other than lumps for breasts, and the sharp, curved knife she held. He squirmed as she climbed on top of him, but facing away so all he could see was her back.

"Poor little slaver. So eager to get your money you never even noticed your slaves getting poisoned. They WERE beaten badly... but still... probably would have lived had I not intervened."

"You... you did that? You bitch!" he said carefully, his words distorted a bit by the ropes.

"It was better that way. Better to die, than to live as a dragon's slave. They can be SO cruel, so evil. But I don't blame them. They were made that way. Evil. Bad. Not like you... you CHOSE to enslave furries. Chose to work for those devils. I blame YOU."

"Let me go... I have gold. You don't want to mess..."

"With a former slaver whose leader is now a slave and friends are at best, in hiding? I can mess with you as much as I like. You're just the bonus. I saved several slaves from a life of misery, broken up a slaver gang, put a wolf bitch away forever so she can't kidnap anyone else, ever again. And nobody will come looking for me. I could have just killed you all... but they would have known I was out here then. Would have hunted me. No... no that will not do. To hunt your kind I must be secret, clever... hidden."

Jath felt a chill run down his spine. She was crazy! What did she want? Revenge? Maybe a former slave that escaped somehow? Who knew, who the fuck cared. He had to get away, somehow. "Listen, I..."

"No more talk... time for a little revenge of my own."

"Ahh... wait... no... what are you..." he stammered as he felt a hand slide down his belly, move caressingly over his sheath and then down to cup and lift his balls. "Please! Don't do that..." he yelled! Panicked he thrashed, then froze as he felt the knife sliding along his tail, moving slowly upward. Then a sharp, searing pain as it stabbed down and cut of his... tail! "AAAahhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmrrrmph" he yelled, or tried to as the female whatever it was slid back and sat on his face, muffling his cries. He struggled, feeling the blood soaking into the mattress, then felt something warm and wet pressing to his ass. He thrashed as he was violated with his own tail, feeling it shoved deep and rough, and in the back of his mind realized the furry sitting on him had no tail either.

The female furry pushed and shoved viciously, punishing the slaver, raping him with his own tail. That was what happened to bad furries. Furries that DESERVED to be punished. That... and more. So much more. Dragons were clever in their cruelty. They though themselves experts in pain and torture. They would learn otherwise. All of them. Starting with those two dragonesses. They would be back she knew. She would be waiting. She looked down at her victim. He would make good practice. She would take her time.

Jath whined as the form above him shifted on top of him... fear in his eyes, trying in vain to escape, to yell, hoping someone would find him. But if anybody heard his screams while he was slowly made to regret ever becoming a slaver, well, this was Bordertown.