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Ximiao stood on the far corner of the room, right next to the chain and metal collar. Shilao had not bothered to latch it on. For a whole minute, they stared at each other in silence. Without the element of surprise or restraints in the mix, both had equal chances of securing the upper hand.

Karma broke eye contact first, turning to lock the door. Her high-heeled boots clicked and clacked as she marched to the bundle of straps and buckles Ximiao had left on the floor. Without a word, it was picked up and thrown at the dragon's feet. It was sneered at for long dragging seconds, but Ximiao made the right choice and leaned over to pick the items up.

One by one, the cuffs were strapped back in place: one on each wrist, and on each ankle. Three on the tail; one at the base, another in the middle, last one close to the tip. The body harness was next….

Karma grimaced as the dragon twisted and stretched to buckle all the straps. She had always needed Bagual's assistance. Excess fat and untrained muscles made it impossible to reach most of the buckles by herself…

There was nothing to envy anymore. Whatever Ximiao could do, all that she was, now belonged to her. To use and to enjoy. All that flexibility made a sex slave twice as valuable.

Swallowing in an attempt to moisten a dried throat, Karma began to gather the scattered equipment. The tools were all placed back in the cabinets. It hurt to do it out of order and without sanitizing them first but that would have to wait until tomorrow. A few tools were set aside and latched to the sturdy belt embracing her waist.

…dragons could move without making a sound…

Heart jumping to her throat, Karma whirled around…to find Ximiao still on the corner. She just stared back at her with a wide unblinking gaze, ears perked all the way up. Karma relaxed and eyed the dragon. Her tail had been wrapped around her legs, the crested tip conveniently over her crotch. Tightly clasped hands rested against her chest, arms shielding perky breasts.

Fear was such a beautiful emotion. It took away all masks, and left one bare. Vulnerable, sensitive, pliable…

…but in high doses, fear could also induce madness. An animal was at its most dangerous when cornered.

“Let us try again, Ximiao." Karma offered in a soft voice as she moved to stand next to the work-bench. “Come over here. Lay down."

“N-no…Karma. I nice to you, yes?" The dragon smiled, flashing the razor sharp teeth that had so easily severed Karma's tail not two hours ago. “For many time…Before. We–ah–friend. D-do not do this."

No directive should be repeated, so Karma moved to the cabinets and fetched a lasso. She began to swirl it over her head, enlarging the circle further and further, never breaking eye contact with the unruly slave. This was a skill she had to learn from the feral handlers in Freedom Town. A way to ensnare a creature much faster and agile than she was.

Ximiao had watched her training, perched on Bagual's shoulders like a giant bird. She had mocked and taunted...until Karma's skill became dangerous. As milestones were conquered, the dragon grew quieter. By the end of it, she had just glared from the safety of tree branches, eyes blazing as Bagual celebrated Karma's achievements.

Judging by the gloomy expression on Ximiao's face, it seemed those memories were just as fresh in the dragon's mind. It gave Karma a powerful confidence boost.

Karma threw the noose. Ximiao bolted from the corner so fast that she had slammed herself against the door on the other side of the room before the rope even hit the ground. She slammed her fists against it and yanked at the handle, screaming pleas and recriminations at the Elder dragon presumably guarding the staircase outside.

Karma stalked the hysterical creature. Despite all efforts to be silent, Ximiao heard her coming over her own racket and flattened herself against the door. The noose was thrown a second time. The dragon was out of reach before Karma could blink twice.

As each throw failed, it became clear who was playing with whom. Openings to counterattack were ignored, and a pattern was developed. Ximiao was circling her like a shark, closing the gap between them with each leap. Karma's arm had grown heavy and her ribs strained laboriously against the grip of the corset, lungs failing to get enough air. The fur underneath each piece of leather had become too hot and damp. Aching ankles kept twisting about…

With a groan, Karma let the rope drop to the ground as she sat heavily down, resting her back against the work bench's base. The dominatrix suit was designed to intimidate, not for strenuous physical activity. A design flaw that would-evidently- need rectification until Ximiao 'accepted' to cooperate…

“We are both stuck with this." Karma heaved out. “We have to do it. Aren't you curious, anyway? You did a damn good job with me before."

“You liked it? That's why it's forbidden. It turns you into a perverted thing. Sick like you."

“And Bagual? You respect him. He fucks like a feral in heat. And faps just as much. Not even I can keep up."

Ximiao made a face. Her tail waved, and after a few seconds, she sauntered closer in silent feet. The dragon stopped an arm's length in front of her, and knelt down to lock their gazes. Karma gritted her teeth, feeling humiliated by this creature yet again.

“He do this." Ximiao counter offered. “You bring. I talk Shilao. We see then."

“...you're a slave, Ximiao. Mine. You don't get to decide anything anymore. I make the decisions for you. And today, I am taking you. And I will punish you for your blatant disrespect."

“You can't even catch me, Karma." Ximiao grinned, razor sharp teeth clacking. “You're a fat, lazy, weak city dog." Her face twisted into a hateful grimace, eyes blazing as she turned to the door. “And you're an idiot. They are playing you. Why is this happening? They…"

“I am smarter than you are. And it's about time you understand that."

Karma lunged at the dragon, and -predictably- Ximiao sprung back like a startled cat. A sharp twist of the wrist had the rope hopping to one side. Incidentally, right where the dragon's foot landed. Karma pulled sharply, immediately closing the noose around her slave's ankle.

Hissing and snarling, Ximiao lunged to bite the rope off. Karma yanked at it as hard as she could, succeeding in pulling the dragon's leg from under her. And then again and again to shorten the gap between them.

“Stop!!" Ximiao screeched, dropping the attempts to pull back against the rope as Karma's shadow began to loom over her. She flopped onto her back in a storm of flailing limbs. “They play game!! We friend! We fight!"

“Don't be absurd." Karma heaved, stepping onto the rope to neutralize Ximiao's ensnared leg. She caught the other, and her lashing tail, with her hands and struggled to flip her slave onto her stomach. “There's nothing we could do."

The work bench had a central padded panel into which Karma slammed the thrashing dragon down. From it, five additional panels came out, one for each limp-save the tail- and another for the head. Each was adjustable, allowing a wide variety of positions. A number of rings and straps on the sides allowed for quick and efficient restraining. Made of steel, the panels were cushioned and covered with soft premium leather for both comfort and easy cleaning.

Ximiao was of course unable to appreciate such a state-of-the-art piece of sex-slave gear, and Karma had to sit on top of her to keep her on it until the restraints were forced onto her.

“We think way! We hate the old ones! Other Miaxtl come fight too..!"

“Shilao just heard every word you just screamed, you idiot." Ximiao gave a little jump at that, wide eyes shifting to the door.

Karma took advantage of the distraction and seized her wrists. She forced the dragon's arms above her head and pinned them down against the cushioned panels. With the other, she latched a chain to the rings on Ximiao's cuffs. As she let go, the dragon tried to yank her arms back down and found them stuck. An additional strap was fished out from underneath the panels, and pulled across her elbows. It would help minimize strain on the dragon's wrists in the upcoming struggles…

Ximiao's tail wrapped around Karma's throat and yanked so hard it almost shoved her off the bench. Her hands flew up to it, and she strained to uncoil it. It tightened harder still.

“Get off of me, dog." The dragon hissed. It seemed play time was over with..

Ximiao's weird hand-feet grabbed onto her sides. Desperate, Karma reached out and grabbed the dragon's nipples. And twisted. Hard. The dragon screeched in pain, and immediately let go. Karma held on.

“...!"

“Stop. Fighting. Me."

“...oka-OWWW…!! I stop..!"

“...give me your tail…" The tail snaked up from behind her, and lowered gently into her lap. Karma grabbed it in a tight grip. She hopped off the table. “Good. Just be grateful you haven't hurt me this time, or this would be so much worse for you."

The comment was an investment. She couldn't reward Ximiao for not hitting her, but could make it clear that it was better not to via more lenient punishments.

A row of sturdy biners was lined underneath the central panel of the bench. Each was linked to one of Ximiao's tail cuffs. The powerful limb was now stretched taut, unable to do anything but squirm about like a distressed worm.

While she was down there, hidden, Karma took a moment to catch her breath. Between one labored heave and the next, she reached back and loosen the straps of the corset. Above her, Ximiao was panting too…It made her feel a little better.

The lower panels had been adjusted at opposing angles to secure full access to XImiao's sex. At the moment, the dragon's loose legs were crossed-tight-right in front of it. Karma grabbed her slave's ankles and glared down at her.

“Spread your legs. And don't you dare kick me. "

Ximiao whimpered, but obeyed.

Amazingly enough, she was able to restrain the dragon's legs without problems. They were bound folded, the cuffs latched to biners at the base of the panels, and two straps used to keep them firmly pinned down. The position would numb them after some time, but it would also help keep a nice tension to her lower area. Outstretched legs aided relaxation, and the dragon would be kept tense and on edge for this session.

“Good girl." Karma panted. “For that, I will spare you some punishment tomorrow."

A big fat tear glided down Ximiao's eye as she pouted at her. All this poor creature wanted was to be left alone. To be spared pain and suffering. Things that Karma had the power to impose. No matter the fighting, the pleading, the mad-inducing fear. Things would be done to her that she would hate…all at Karma's discretion.

Blushing in shame at her lack of compassion, Karma hobbled to the cabinets to retrieve a blindfold and a ball gag. Without a word, she shoved the hard rubber into Ximiao's panting snout and cinched the strap tight. The blindfold was spread in readiness…but then discarded. Covering those eyes would certainly reduce distractions…but Ximiao had to see, hear and smell her during this first time.

At this stage, Karma should be able to stay focused anyway. She had to be in full control of both her slave and herself. Be a rational predator. Cold, calculating…

Ximiao's breasts were just the perfect size; not too big, or too small. Karma made an appreciative sound as she grabbed them; they felt lovely too. She kneaded them, gently at first, then more roughly. After a while, they grew warm and felt somewhat softer. Ximiao stiffened as Karma's fingers pulled away soft feathers to expose her nipples. She groaned unhappily as the tender nubs were rubbed and tweaked.

Holding the dragon's panicked gaze, Karma leaned over and trapped a nipple into her mouth. She suckled and nibbled at it. The other soon enjoyed the same attention, a hand kneading-perhaps a tad too roughly- the unattended breast. The chains rattled, straps groaning, as Ximiao tugged against them. There was an odd pitch of confusion to her moans.

“You feel it down there, don't you?" Karma teased. “It is an odd sensation. You can't tell if it's nice or not…"

The Sucklers were a mere concept back in the lab. The technology to make them didn't exist yet. The dragon's magic had no such limitations. Small balls of marble had been sliced in half and hollowed. They were filled with a hard-gel capable of movement. Upon contact with something warm, they would pinch and twist, suckle and nibble, with the dexterity of an experienced mouth.

The dragon let out a sharp gasp as one was latched to each of her hardened nipples. The tentative pulls against the restraints grew into a full-blown thrashing. Their grip did not budge an inch. All Ximiao could do was gnaw on the gag, and twist around, breasts wobbling but unable to shake off the unpleasant things.

Karma watched for a moment, wondering if it was perhaps too intense a sensation for a first time. Ximiao may be finding it painful. Upon consideration, she decided to leave the Sucklers on regardless. Whatever the sensation was, it would enhance the overall experience.

Gloved hands glided down Ximiao's sides. As she reached the dragon's hips, she traced the outline of her crotch with gentle claws. It made the dragon shudder violently , and took her attention away from what was happening to her nipples.

“Ticklish, are you…" Karma teased. “How unfortunate for you."

Karma's hands moved up the dragon's stomach, underneath her breasts, down her sides, and back to her belly. She knelt down and traced the sides of Ximiao's pussy with her claws.

It was the first time Karma could take a good look at a dragon's vagina. While the females's modesty was protected by a dense plumage, the males had their junks dangling out of their sheaths more often than not…and they were cat-like. Long and thin and barbed. Not at all like the soft sturdy cocks Karma had worked on throughout her career…

Fortunately, the female dragons seemed to have a pretty standardized design. Ximiao's pussy was very much like Karma's own, saved for its bright turquoise color.

She traced the upper side of her clitorial hood with a finger. Metal clanked violently as Ximiao tried to snap her legs close. Karma ignored it, and pressed the base with her thumb. The tissue parted, and there it was, the precious little ball of nerves…The elusive 'G-spot' the male populace kept saying was a mystery.

Karma's wet broad tongue gave it a firm lick. Ximiao twitched so violently, the whole bench skipped. Her hysterical protests were ignored as the diligent work on her sex continued. Her Mistress' tongue explored every crevice and teased every jolting spot.

The 'toothbrush' vibrator buzzed to life. Its bulbous head barely brushed the tender tissue as it circled Ximiao's clit, yet the dragon flinched violently on each pass, legs strained as they tried in vain to close. After running it over every inch of Ximiao's sex, Karma put it aside, and retrieved the 'wand'. Its broader, more powerful head was pressed against the sides of the dragon's pussy, massaging the outer lips, ignoring the tender center.

It took about a few minutes, but Karma was satisfied by the results of her work. Ximiao's pussy had grown flushed and was puffing up in its growing need. She lowered the wand's intensity to a timid buzz, and ran it across the dragon's sex, gathering its moisture. The soft head was pressed against Ximiao's entrance. Around it, at first, then right over it. Pushing ever so gently, patiently coaxing it to loosen up.

Karma shut the vibrator off, and stood back up. Ximiao's wild eyes met hers. She was biting so hard on the gag that her teeth had pierced the rubber. Drool streamed down the corners of her lips, breasts moving up and down with each scandalized intake of air.

This position was not good for high-strung slaves. They had a habit of hyperventilating and choking on their own spit. What a rookie mistake…

The ball gag was removed. Ximiao coughed, spat and licked her lips. She had to be parched. Unless Shilao took the time to do it, her slave would not have been watered since capture. How irresponsible. She took a step back and moved to the cabinets to fetch a water bottle…

“...I'll kill you if you don't stop!!" Ximiao howlered. “I will never forgive you! You'll fuck up one day, and I'll slit your throat!!"

Karma moaned, her pussy tingling. The threat was vicious, but the voice was broken. Hysterical and hesitant. The helpless barking of a cornered feral.

“You're responding well, wherever you want to or not. Over 50% of new slaves shut completely off when they are rendered helpless. Or when stimulated like this. Drink."

“No! You put something on it! You have no honor!"

She rolled her eyes and took a sip herself to prove it was clean. Ximiao still hesitated for a moment, but finally accepted the offer. Karma let her have her fill.

“It takes weeks of conditioning to change them." She continued, moving a few steps away to put the empty bottle out of the way. “We were all afraid that might be the case with you. But it is not. I will need to explore this further but it does seem that you're a masochist. I can play your body like a flute."

“And I can gut you!" She screeched. “And I will. If not today, tomorrow. Or in a year. Or in 10 fucking years, Karma! You're fucking dead if you don't let me go!"

“Stop screaming like that. You'll damage your vocal cords."

And so she did, watching her move back between her spread legs. Karma resumed exploring that body she now owned. Tickling, kneading, scratching…She found herself in awe, realizing for the first time just how petite Ximiao actually was. Bound like this, trembling and bawling, it was easy to forget how dangerous a creature she was…

…something Ximiao would have to forget too. Threats, curses and pleas, all had to stop. Even the reactive twitching…Complete surrender before release. It's what her Mistress expected of her. A command hinted at with a short glance, before all eye-contact was abandoned and Ximiao became a mere object to be worked on.

It was a long torturous process…for the dragon, anyway. Karma enjoyed every second of it. Almost all the vibrators were put to use on that helpless sex, virgin nerves shaken to life, teased to the edge, and then abandoned. Loving caresses and tantalizing brushes were abruptly replaced by sharp bursts of pain and discomfort, nipples twisted, inner thighs slapped, ticklish spots harassed. And when that stopped, pleasure was force fed once more.

Numerous breaks were required, Karma's hands growing tired, mouth getting numb. Ximiao, of course, had no such luxury. When her Mistress had to retreat, a devious tool was left to pick up the slack. A chastity cage her slave would grow very familiar with during her training. Made of silver, the inner plate had thin walls to box the wearer's sex tightly. It was filled and infused with the same magical gel as the Sucklers.

Unlike these, however, the thing had something of a mind. Primitive, as basic as that of an insect, but it allowed it to do its task with brutal efficiency. The gel explored the wearer's sex, and identified the most sensitive areas. It could tell what caused pain, and what caused pleasure. It would suck, twist and poke, harass every nerve…and when it knew an orgasm was coming, the thing would become dormant…until it deemed it safe to begin its unrelenting assault anew.

Had Karma not been so aroused, maybe she would not have used it three times on poor Ximiao. Logically speaking, it had not been necessary. But…it wouldn't really hurt either. Compassion did not come as easily when lust took over. The desperate bawling of the dragon when she saw the chastity the second time, and the way she squirmed and groaned pleadingly…it was just too much for a sadist to go without if it wasn't strictly necessary. A little whim…

There were no clocks inside that room, but a few hours had to have passed. Karma finished the last bottle of water, gathered the equipment that would need to be cleaned, and put everything in a box. She walked to the door, opened it, and set it outside for later. She locked it again, and walked back to the work bench.

Ximiao's body was completely slack against its bindings, feathers flat and dripping with sweat. Her wild eyes had grown bleary, and unfocused. The Sucklers were making slurping noises as they worked her nipples in Karma's absence, the chastity going at her sex with equal enthusiasm.

Karma grabbed one of her breasts to knead it, the other hand gliding down her belly, tickling the sensitive outline of her legs. Ximiao let out a pitiful needy whine…

“Tell me you want it, slave." Karma urged “Beg for your treat, like a good pet."

Ximiao said nothing. Karma looked up, but the dragon avoided her gaze. A good lashing across her breasts would probably get her what she wanted…but it was perhaps the line that could not be crossed in this session. The avoidance of eye contact was already a profound victory. The only one she should demand that night.

…there was also the stream of weak insipid orgasms that had been tormenting her own sex throughout this long process. Another one of which had just popped. It was starting to piss her off because it hurt. An intense itchy cramping that just wouldn't go away. It was time to end this.

Back in the laboratory, strap-ons had been addressed but never approved by the board. They thought a female with a fake phallus was absurd. Fortunately, the dragons understood the importance of mind games and physical dominance. Bagual was a well endowed male, but the nature of his battle was not as Karma's.

The strap-on looked pretty underwhelming. A small rubber penis that emerged from a flat leather panel. On the inner side, another phallus, smaller still, and meant to go inside the wearer. A series of thin straps was used to secure the tool in place. In moments, Karma had them all buckled in.

It was then that the magic hit. The inner phallus reacted to her arousal, and grew. It filled her insides like Bagual's mighty shaft, the cold rubber becoming hot and throbbing, stretching her up to the fullest. Karma was growling with pleasure by the time the transformation stopped. She looked down and, as expected, the outer cock looked as mighty and ready as the inner dildo felt.

Karma grabbed the magic shaft, and shivered as she felt the touch all the way up her spine. Her burning gaze fell on Ximiao's engorged sex…and found it covered by the chastity belt. Irritated, she opened the thing and flung it aside. The scent of pent-up female arousal hit her like a sack of bricks. She seized the dragon's waist, claws digging in the flesh…

Karma's vision whitened as the burning head of her shaft buried into the engorged wet lips of Ximiao's cunt. The urge to ram it in would have overwhelmed an untrained mind, but Karma was far from that. Such an action would cause them both pain, and could damage her precious slave and incapacitate her delicious hole for weeks….

Groaning as if in torment herself, Karma pushed slowly into Ximiao's welcoming insides.

When it grew too tight, she stopped and withdrew. Slow, but steadily, however, the virgin hole was conquered. It molded itself perfectly to Karma's member, to every crease and vein. And not passively. It moved, squeezing and rubbing, as if wanting to take it deeper still.

It made Karma feel welcomed. Needed. So she endured the discomfort patiently. It passed within seconds, as Ximiao's insides began to relax in acceptance of the intrusion.

She looked up at the dragon…and found her eyes tightly closed . Eye contact was a display of defiance amongst dragons…but this was Karma's domain.

“Look at me when I'm fucking you, slave." She growled out, digging her claws into Ximiao's thighs. “And don't you dare look away."

The dragon whimpered pitifully, but obeyed the command. As their gazes met, Karma began rocking her hips, sliding the cock in and out in a slow steady pace, going harder and faster as Ximiao's pussy relented and adjusted to her shaft's demands.

Their hips began to meet in loud slaps. Ximiao's breasts flopped up and down, plump buttcheeks clapping on the rebounce. The noises her beautiful slave was making were equally intoxicating: a series of yowls, needy moans and heaving groans. And suddenly, her eyes rolled back, teeth gritted, as the pleasure jolting up her sex overwhelmed her. A strained, torturous groan, and then her mouth opened in a wail.

Karma felt the orgasms across her cock. It sank her into a frenzy. Her claws dug into Ximiao's sides and her thrusts became harsh, punishing, striking with such force the bench's legs scraped the floor. The tight tissue around her shaft throbbed and beat with renewed force with each savage thrust. Hunger and pain mingled in the dragon's cries. Her body strained against its bindings, belts groaning, metal clanking. The brief resistance died quickly, seemingly melting away in one last powerful shudder. In one last scream of ecstasy.

“See? You arrogant, mean little bitch. You're a pain-slut, just like me!" Karma snarled, her own cunt burning through a storm of its own, the pulsations so powerful her legs were trembling. If not for the tight boots of the suit, her ankles would have buckled. “A life of servitude to my cock is your happy ending!"

The pitch of Ximiao's cries began to change as the intense pulsations easened. The throbs beat slowly to an end. The pleasure had run its course…but Karma didn't stop. She kept at it with undiminished force, leaning heavily on the bench to take up the slack of weakened legs. Ximiao was to learn that pleasure would be granted and discomfort imposed solely at her Mistress' discretion. Her wants, and needs, were not relevant at all.

Ximiao let out a rabid piercing screech. She thrashed against her restraints with strength she had no business having anymore. Her eyes blazed with cold blue fire as she glared up at her in impotent fury.

“I will not lower my guard." Karma growled back at her. “You will surrender to me. Today, tomorrow, or in 10 years. You'll learn to submit."

Ximiao snarled, seemingly having no more words to speak. For a frightening moment, Karma did fear the dragon would outlast her…but the surge of rage was short lived. After a moment, her slave slumped back down, whimpering pitifully as the hammering continued. And not too soon, as Karma's legs refused to hold her weight any longer, and her arms began to numb.

“That's what I thought!" She mumbled, pulling away.

Karma was forced to lean against one of Ximiao's legs to keep herself from falling. She hobbled away with the grace of a newborn deer, desperate to hide her trembling hands as she worked on the buckles of the strap-on. She had to take it off…

Karma cried out as the cock plopped out from inside her, streams of female-cum clinging to it. The panel was drenched too. In the future, this would all go into Ximiao's snout. A good gag if she acted out in their next fuck session…

But out of her, the pulsating living cocks shrank back into unfeeling plastic rods. Karma threw it away. Useful, perhaps, but all these things were creepy and…unholy. And Ximiao had behaved well, considering this was their first time together…and well, the fact she got forced into it.

With the miasma of arousal gone, Karma's sanity returned. She fred herself off the high-heel boots, so very relieved when her burning paws fell flat upon the cold floor. She shuffled to the cabinets and sighed, remembering all the water had been consumed. All the tools had been gathered…there was nothing to occupy herself with…

…except for Ximiao. Her breathing was laborious…and deep. Paused. Frowning, Karma turned to look at her slave. And found her out. Sleeping soundly. No trace of worry or suffering on her face…

“You're so irritating without even trying."

Karma growled as she approached the bench. After a moment of consideration, she decided not to touch the restraints. Sleeping like that would be uncomfortable, but not harmful. If, on the other hand, the dragon was faking…things could go very badly. She was enraged and Karma had no strength left for anything.

She eyed her slave's body. Her poor breasts were bruised and scratched, nipples swollen. There were thin red lines across her stomach and thighs. Karma blushed. She would have to clip her claws to prevent this from happening again. Pain was useful, but leaving marks felt brutish. Tacky…

She traced one of the scratches with a finger.

“You'll need a shower tomorrow…I'll get one now…"

And without another word, she hurried to the door and stumbled out of the room.