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Karma jerked awake, fur damp with sweat, heart thumping on her ears…She had a nightmare. Details were faint, but unequivocally violent. Something involving needles, piercings, and red-hot irons. Karma had inflicted the torture…to a tightly bound Ximiao. A show of force to squash rebellion.
It had left her sex tight and wet, muscles tingly. Ximiao's plaintive wailings lingered in her memory; such a delightful sound. And the smell of sweat, leather and arousal was just overpowering. This could truly happen today if she felt like it…
“It could indeed."
The afterglow of her wet dream banished in an instant. Dread settled in. Shilao was next to her, and for a dreadful instant, Karma's eyes darted to him. She sat up and turned around to face a window. They were in the bedroom upstairs. The one that would be used by Bagual and herself once he joined them. Shilao must have brought her up.
The searing pain of her wounds was completely gone. Karma took a paw to her tail…and found a nub. Fully healed at least…
The last clear memory she had was of choking on the cock-gag. At some point, she may have been unable to keep working it for air and passed out. Shilao must have found her strung up like a feral in a slaughterhouse, leaking and drenched in all sorts of bodily fluids…
With all against her, Ximiao had still bested her. The shame was almost too much to bear. Karma covered her blushing face with trembling hands, groaning as if in physical pain.
How pathetic could someone be…
“I will not interfere again." Shilao warned. “Ximiao bests you again, you will get what you might."
“Yes, Honored Elder…Thank you."
“How will you prove that you can do this?"
If Karma didn't know any better, she would say there was an undertone of amusement on the old dragon's voice. Teasing. That dream had been way too vivid to be normal…
It was so very tempting. To finally get back at that mean little bitch..!
Anger never lingered in Karma's heart. Logic would always fight through.
Dragons believed in the survival of the fittest. There were no laws to protect individuals. They got as far as their intelligence, skill in battle, and charisma permitted it. Anyone could kill anybody and take anything from anyone. It was a society conditioned by manipulation and violence. Each of their lives, from hatchlings to elders, revolved around taking and losing; avenging and dying.
Ximiao had taken steps to stay out of the never ending fray. She was polite to every dragon independently of their place in any given hierarchy. She owned nothing, and had no alliance to any of the gangs into which dragon society was subdivided. If someone misunderstood her avoidance of conflict for weakness or cowardice, Ximiao had the skill- and malice- to retaliate in brutal ways.
Staying in the peripheries ensured little was gained with her death and the displayed brutality against attackers deterred harassment. Despite her power and skill, she lived an inconspicuous life, canoodling with creatures other dragons deemed inferior. Even, perhaps, developing positive emotions for at least one of them.
That's what made Ximiao special. A creature born and raised to do violence upon others, doing all she could to avoid it. And Karma was not going to brutalize her. She had to be better than that. After all, what other moral ground was there to justify her actions, if not the force-feeding of a better life to a wanting but ignorant soul?
Their first exercise together was scheduled to be about pleasure. Maybe…this was Karma's fault, not Ximiao's. So…punishments and discipline could wait for when this poor animal accepted to be trained.
Remembering the goals of the day, and accepting responsibility for this setback, made Karma feel re-energized. Mistakes were merely lessons. They either broke a canid, or helped to humble and better them. Karma would survive this mistake, as she had survived and outgrown many others.
And Ximiao would too. With her help.
“With uncertainty, Honored Elder." Karma declared, sliding off the bed. Outside, the sun was half way up in the sky. It wasn't even noon yet. There was time to start the day anew. She smiled, her nub wagging. “And patience."
The noise Shilao made was horrifying. It just wouldn't stop. Fortunately, Karma's whole body was paralyzed by dread, and could not react to the impulse to turn around to see what the hell was happening. The noise grew fainter, the bone-chilling coldness in the room began to dissipate. The dragon had left, and was walking down the corridor.
Karma sat on the bed, trembling….Was he laughing? Is that what that was?!
“Should have been named demons." She huffed, putting her boots back on, heart still thumping on her ears.