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The darkness was cut by pain. Attempts to move were halted. Consciousness struggled to get a hold on something; the source of the pain, the inability to move, on what the hell was going on. There was only one clear thought: she was in deep deep trouble.

The task was…to work on Ximiao. She had reached the barn, left the ferals, changed, and entered the house. Entered the basement. Ximiao was hogtied and chained to the wall as she had left her…

…her nose felt broken. Her forehead throbbed…

Karma realized that she was dangling by the wrists, arms bound over her head. That's why her neck and shoulders ache so much. Any attempt to bend her legs stirred a painful pressure around her ankles. Her paws were bound to the floor. Her body was pulled so taunt, all she could do was squirm…

She moaned in pain, straining to remember what led to this.

Ximiao was given some basic rules: do not speak unless instructed to; do not look your betters in the eyes; the 'heel' position…Minor affronts would be punished with three strikes of a crop. More serious acts of rebellion had more complex punishments. Good behavior was generously rewarded…

And then she was tacked up. A leather cuff around each wrist and ankle; three on her tail. A body harness that framed Ximiao's beautiful breasts, elegant hips and enticing crotch. Each strap was fixed with rings to facilitate restraining. And finally, a halter; armed with a set of nooses to shut the dragon's snout and strangle her in case a quick corrective was required.

Ximiao's wrists were linked together at her back, and a hobble chain was used to restrain her legs and tail. Karma had held the reins and the leash in a firm grip. Only then had she dared to unchain the dragon from the wall…

She distinctively remembered her disappointment at how docile the dragon behaved. Her treacherous sadistic soul had been hoping for an excuse to hurt Ximiao. She hungered to know what the hardened creature would look like scared, how she would sound like in anguish…

But Ximiao had shuffled along without protest. Not even the sight of the workbench, and all its handy straps, had stirred resistance…

…but it had. Karma remembered the jolt of fear, the gripping, disorientating burst of pain…

A sharp pull. Karma opened her eyes to find Ximiao on her. She was yanking down her pants. The corset and bra had already been removed and her breasts hung bared. As the dragon stepped back-bearing the biggest shit-eating grin Karma had ever seen- she noticed Ximiao had taken off all the slave gear, and only the obsidian collar remained in place. A grade 2 offense…

…quite irrelevant at the moment…

“..Xi-Ximiao..I wasn't…"

Ximiao slapped her so hard the whole room seemed to flip over. For terrible seconds, it was a struggle not to puke. Karma strained to focus on the dragon's soft voice to avoid fading out again.

“Do not speak if not told to. Disobey, you get punished." Ximiao tried to mimic Karma's mannerism and tone of voice. She wasn't good at it. A guttural hiss accompanied her following words. “Bagual is not here to protect you now…How bad for you."

Ximiao leaned over and sniffed Karma's sex. The sight was surreal. How many times had she fantasized about forcing that mean creature to please her orally. To make her use that mocking tongue for 'something more productive'. It seemed the dragon would just do it, right then and there, on her own accord…

Ximiao threw a fearful glance at the door before darting out of Karma's sight. She felt a surge of anger and barely halted the impulse to shout a command.

“Ximiao! Ximiao, I…I was not lying." The cabinets with all the tools were back there. Judging by the noise, the dragon was going through them. “The Council ordered this..!"

Ximiao threw her a glare as she sauntered back into her camp of sight. Several tools were cradled under her breasts. They were dumped to the ground: dildos, vibrators, gags, harnesses…The cabinets had been sacked. It would take over an hour to clean and put everything back in place…

Ximiao began to explore the pile, a thick cock-gang and a long thin whip the first tools to be set aside.

The situation was dire…and exciting and arousing. Karma had always wondered how it felt like to be a slave. Bagual had humored her often, playing the role of 'Master' during their games, but he was awful at it, unable to inflict any real pain, and the few impositions he managed were applied gently, lovingly, with only her pleasure in mind…

But of course, a game would always fall short. A slave didn't want to be where they were. There was no 'safe-word' to stop what a Master decided to do to them. There was no end to their servitude. No say even on the most basic of needs and wants.

This was the real thing. A chance that may never repeat itself. For two very different reasons…

A 'magic-wand' was picked from the pile. Back in the lab, the vibrator needed a power-generator to function. The dragons had changed it. When Ximiao pushed down on its velvety head, the tool began to buzz. Markings glowed alongside the handle; a tell-tale sign of the dragons' magic.

“You see?" Karma ventured. “How else would I have that? Why else would it exist..?"

“A test." Ximiao looked thoughtful as she continued to play with the vibrator. She quickly figured out how to change the intensity and patterns of the head's movements, and how to turn it off. It was then set aside, and another vibrator was picked. Thin and long, designed to apply powerful bursts of stimuli to specific spots. “I've been too nice to you. They want to see if I'm a dog-lover. If I'll let you dominate me."

…a sound theory. Wouldn't be the first time they punished one of their own for daring to be friends with her. Poor Xizo still haunted her conscience…

“...just…just don't do anything permanent, Ximiao. Because you're wrong. And if you kill me…or mutilate me…, the Council will punish you far worse than anything I could even imagine…"

Ximiao threw her a sidelong glance but said nothing. Most of the tools have been thrown away, but a few had been set neatly aside: the cock-gag, the whip, and the two vibrators. Karma had to bite down on any criticism. The lack of imagination on the dragon's part was disappointing.

At least it promised to be quite intense, judging by Ximiao's feral grin as she sauntered to her back, whip in hand. Her long tail danced behind her as she went. It too soon disappeared. Karma waited in tense silence, heart beating in her ears, pussy tight and wet, tail wagging…

A wave of searing pain blazed across her back…and didn't stop. The sound of her wails and the crack of the whip as it bit her flesh over and over again echoed over the buzzing in her ears. Her body fought to move, and its inability to only heightened the primal terror drowning her thoughts.

As exhaustion began to take over, and numbness set in, part of her mind fought through the miasma. Karma thought of the many slaves she had ordered this onto. Of how Ximiao was yet another to be abused at her discretion. But the dragon had outsmarted and outmaneuvered her. A slave delivering punishment to the Master…

Karma groaned at the tingle of pleasure jolting up from her sex.

The lashing finally ended and Karma hung limply from her bindings. Her fur was damp with sweat and blood, and her taut body shivered, exhausted...

Ximiao's rough paws grabbed onto Karma's breasts with uncaring force, her tail wrapping tight around her legs. Her feet climbed up to her waist. The additional weight was torture on the dog's straining shoulders and wrists, but the cold touch of the dragon's silky feathers against her searing back made Karma moan. Fortunately, the sound was too ambiguous for the untrained ear to catch the undertone of relief in it.

Ximiao grabbed Karma's bruised nose and yanked her head back. Her shriek of pain was snuffed by the massive dildo shoved into her mouth. The dog's eyes filled with tears as her jaws were pulled apart to full capacity. The cock moved into her throat, coming to nest half way down.

For frightening seconds, Karma lost control. She choked and gagged, fighting against her bindings, mindless in her need to get the obstruction out. But the ropes held tight, and Ximiao strapped the gag firmly in place.

Lack of air appeased her frenzied instincts. Karma thought of Bagual's hefty horse cock and all their loving sessions together. Moreover, she knew this gag; she had designed it. It had a hole alongside the phallus. By performing the throat movements of a well done oral, air would flow through it. Well behaved slaves were rewarded…

…she could have always forced herself to use it, but never did. It was uncomfortable and she hated it…Yet she had used it pitilessly on her test subjects quite often, for hours on end…

Karma's vision was blurred by tears as she stared back at the dragon, standing back in front, so tall and proud with the whip in her hands…

A trickle of cyprine glided down her inner thighs. Ashamed, Karma squeezed her legs together in an attempt to hide it. The movemeant drew Ximiao's attention. She moved closer and traced its path with a curious talon all the way up to her engorged sex. The cold finger ventured deep into the folds and came out quite lubed. Ximiao sniffed it, and made an approving sound, ears flopping down.

Karma wondered if she knew what it was. Dragons were not allowed to experiment with their sexuality and masturbation was a punishable crime. The mere mention of it had them spooked. But Ximiao was an atypical dragon on that too. She would snoop on their intimate moments, and often asked questions; incidentally- with suspicious consistency- when civilized mammals deemed it inappropriate. This whole mess had started because she had stolen her book…

“It smells sweet."

Karma tried to goad her into licking it, and ended up choking on the dildo lodged in her throat. By the time she recovered, Ximiao had the magic-wand on her hand, and it was vibrating violently…

It was pressed hard against Karma's sex, right on her clit and the tensed folds around it. Her body jerked once and then stiffened. For a disappointing moment, it felt like she would cum right then and there. The vibrator was pulled away just in time…

The smaller vibrator dived into the hot wet folds of Karma's engorged sex. Its bulbous head traced every inch, teasing shot nerves. Her eyes rolled back, breath caught, as the delightful stimulation neared the clit. It circled it, tickled every crevice around it, moving away and closer again…Methodically missed…

Groaning with need, Karma threw a dazed look at Ximiao and found her smirking up at her.

“It be this..eh? " Ximiao ran the tip of the vibrator ever so lightly over her clit and Karma's vision went white for an instant. The ropes around her ankles tightened as she tried to move her legs, needing to squeeze her thighs together, to add pressure to the suffering mound of her sex.

Drool fell in streams from the gag silencing Karma's directives and pleads. She was going to cum so hard in such a basic way. Ximiao had to stop this, and grab a strap-on or even just a dildo, and fuck her right and proper right about now. The vibrators could come later, to 'finish her off' if the dragon thought she deserved it…

Karma choked on a scream as the wand was shoved flat against her clit, its rhythmic buzz accompanying each powerful pulsation of her unleashed orgasm. A new breath-taking wave came through as the vibrator was pushed down her sex, squashing up glistening lips, teasing her dripping entrance, and moving back up to the still throbbing top.

She thrashed in her bindings, sweat sprinkling, as overwhelming bliss rushed across her body time and time again. The pain of her tormented body had never lessened, and for a moment, it even shifted, becoming something new. Still overwhelming, unsettling…but not unwanted. It seemed to become, for a brief moment, pleasant…

Now, the scale was shifting, and the pleasure was becoming pain. Nerves shot, Karma struggled to pull away from the vibrator still squashing her sex. A terrible ache crept upon an insipid afterglow. She couldn't breathe. It took so much strain and concentration to get the smallest slivers of air. Karma sobbed, needing so urgently for the obstruction on her throat and mouth to be gone. To lower her arms and relieve her wrists and shoulders from the unbearable pain. She needed that damn vibrator away from her pussy…

But no relief was granted and she could just weakly squirm until that too became too much. She hung there then, bound, gagged and suffering.

…now she knew what the slaves experienced at the end of each session as they were left in their restraints-in whatever position or situation forced upon them that day- until the technicians were done with their reports, until the rest of the equipment was cleaned and set aside, until someone had the time to deal with them…

The vibrator was gone. Karma opened her eyes. Ximiao stared right back at her. She looked angry, disgusted and frightened, all at once.

“Y-you were going to do that to me…" Her eyes blazed in anger, ears flopping down, teeth bared. “You are evil. If you are wrong, I will come back. I will take your pelt. I'll eat your flesh until you die. I'll tell all the mammals. They'll know not to mess with me."

Karma wanted to protest. Ximiao was getting it all wrong. But even if she could speak, how to explain sexual pleasure to a creature that only knew pain. Hell, how to explain this to anybody..?! Even she had to experience it first to understand, and even then, she wasn't sure if she liked it or not…

Ximiao slammed the door so hard that half of the candles lighting the room blew out.

Finally alone, Karma forgot all about bondage, science and unhealthy fantasies coming true. She thought of Bagual, of the poor mammals in the village, even the dumb pups from the canid army. The Council of dragons had threatened war upon them if she failed this trial…And that…was exactly what she had just done.

Karma prayed to a god she didn't believe in to please have mercy and grant her a second chance.