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“Well, look at you, beast." Lady Katrina smiled as she gazed upon the great dragon bound and chained within her private dungeon. Lamplight glinted off dark scales. Excitement bubbled up within her, to see the beast she'd long sought captured finally within her grasp. “All trussed up, and nowhere to go."

At her side, a second woman heaved a deep, put-upon sigh. “Ugh. Must you?"

Katrina clucked her tongue. “Don't you sigh at me, Avalyn." She shook her finger. “That's a good joke, and you know it."

Avalyn curled her lip. “If you say so, Your Ladyship."

The furious rattling of heavy chains drew Lady Katrina's attention back to her newest captive. The beast twisted his horned head around, fury-filled golden eyes glaring at her. “Unchain me at once!" Unable to fully open his muzzled snout, the dragon's voice was a muffled snarl. “Release me, lest you suffer my wrath!" The dragon jerked at the chains binding his shackled forelegs to the wall, but to no avail.

Katrina tilted her head. “Does he actually think that's going to work?"

Avalyn shrugged. “Who knows what goes on in a dragon's head? There's probably so much ego crammed inside his skull that there isn't any room left for rational thought."

“You might be right." Lady Katrina strode towards the dragon, her boots clicking against the stone floor. “He certainly doesn't seem to have realized the gravity of his situation."

The dragon thrashed harder. Chains clanked and pullies creaked, but he remained shackled in place. “This is your only chance, human!"

“To what, exactly?" Katrina crossed her arms. “Watch you flail about like an idiot until you realize how utterly powerless you are, now?" She arched a brow. “Well, go on then. Continue."

To Lady Katrina's complete lack of surprise, the dragon did exactly that. She savored the beast's struggles, knowing full well they were in vain. Lady Katrina had commissioned the finest engineers to design a dungeon not only to contain a dragon, but hold him helpless. Her engineering team drew upon the experience of others who held such beasts prisoner over the ages, then added their own modern flourishes. All the shackles and chains were forged of incredibly strong alloys and anchored into stone. The many pullies, gears and other devices were based on both those used for moving heavy cargo, as well as the restraints used for captive beasts in wartime. Even the positions of binding chain and anchor points were intended to prevent the dragon from leveraging his own strength.

As the dragon struggled, Lady Katrina strolled around her prisoner, marveling at him. Layers of ebony scales wreathed the beast's body, their dull gloss scarcely reflecting the lamplight. Forest green stripes decorated his back from his head to his tail tip. More such stripes marked all four limbs. Golden blotches adorned the edges of his wings.

Even in captivity, Katrina thought, a dragon was a truly impressive creature. Muscles rippled beneath his armored hide. Great, arched horns and spiky frills crowned his wedge-shaped head. Myriad sharp teeth lined his powerful jaws. Thick, curved spines tipped the end of the beast's tail. The dragon's many retractable claws were completely extended, their curved, razor-honed forms on full display, scrabbling futilely at stone.

Yet neither the dragon's impressive strength, nor his natural weapons could help free him now. His forelegs were bound together at the wrist by immense manacles. They were chained high up on the wall, forcing the dragon to stand tall upon his hind legs. The dragon's back legs in turn were spread far apart, manacled and chained individually to anchors sunk into the stone. Great, leather straps and sturdy buckles bound his folded wings against his body. Additional chains linked to a thick metal collar locked around the dragon's neck, preventing him from turning his head too far. Another set of restraints kept the beast's tail tucked around the side of his body. Systems of pulleys and gears allowed the dragon's position to be easily manipulated.

For long minutes, the dragon struggled. He twisted back and forth, yanking at his bindings. The beast's tail flexed and tugged, but could not free itself. He jerked his front legs from side to side, but succeeded only in rattling his chains, and wobbling a few pulleys. His wings strained against their bindings to no avail. The dragon shook his head, trying to free his snout from the adjustable metal and leather muzzle wrapped around it. Currently, it was just loose enough to allow him to speak, but not to bite or use his flame.

Only when he'd exhausted himself did the dragon relent. The beast slumped against his bonds, his ebony-scaled body heaving for breath. The dragon lurched forward, half-hanging from his front legs, unable to find enough slack in his chains to sit back on his haunches. That was just as Lady Katrina wished it. Not only would it help to wear down her monstrous captive, but it also ensured certain parts of him remained completely exposed.

The dragon slowly turned his head as far as he could, trying to glare at the women. “After careful consideration," the dragon said, panting. “I shall allow you to negotiate the terms of my release."

“If I were you, dragon?" Avalyn's voice was sharp, her words pointed. “I'd be more worried about negotiating with her ladyship to keep both of your-"

“Let's not get ahead of ourselves, my friend." Lady Katrina held a hand up, silencing Avalyn. “We've plenty of good, funny times to come with those particular parts. But first, I do believe introductions are in order."

“I sincerely doubt this wicked beast deserves such an honor, but if you insist…" Avalyn stepped forward. “Then allow me, Your Ladyship."

Lady Katrina followed her. “You're being awfully formal, today. But as you wish, my dear." She chewed her lip. “Oh, I know. First, introduce me, and then I'll introduce you." Katrina waved her hand. “Like one of those raucous, tavern-going musical groups you like so much."

Avalyn rolled her eyes, but did not argue. She swept a hand towards Katrina in a grand gesture. “May I present her High Eminence, Lady Katrina."

The dragon only snorted, tossing his head. “Never heard of her."

“Of course, you haven't." Avalyn's voice went flat. “Why would a dragon bother to learn anything about exactly who he's been stealing from? Lady Katrina is the-"

“Oh, he needn't know all my fancy titles just yet." Katrina stepped up alongside her friend. She grasped the skirt of her elegant, lilac and gold dress, feigning a respectful curtsy. “Charmed, I'm sure."

“You'd best be!" The dragon craned his neck against the chains to regard her, his golden eyes narrowed. “Are you wearing boots under that fancy dress?"

Katrina smiled, releasing her skirt. She was surprised the dragon noticed. Perhaps he was not quite as unrefined as she'd anticipated. “Well, what else am I going to wear to a dungeon, gilded slippers? As for the dress, I simply like it."

“You like hiking it up, anyway," Avalyn said, her voice little more than a playfully derisive mutter. “And nobility or not, you wouldn't understand modern fashion if it kicked you in the crotch."

Lady Katrina laughed, shrugging. “I suppose not. Haven't got much to kick there, anyway." She made a show of looking Avalyn over. “You're not exactly the queen of style yourself, you know."

Avalyn herself wore a fine blouse of silver and blue. Ebony threading ran down its long sleeves in diamond shapes. Similar patterns in gold decorated her otherwise black breeches. Silver caps tipped her own boots. A sword was belted around her hip, while a pistol hung at the other. Her red hair was tied behind her head in a long ponytail.

Katrina waved at the other woman. “This is Avalyn, my chief bodyguard, closest confident, dearest friend, and some might say…" She lowered her voice to an overloud whisper. “Secret lover."

Avalyn folded her arms. “I think the secret's out on that one."

Katrina laughed again, running a hand through her own dark, shoulder-length hair. “Perhaps so."

“Bodyguard, you say?" The dragon cocked his head, chains straining. “I fear you're going to need a lot more than a sharp stick and a noisy projectile to shield her from my wrath once I've freed myself."

Katrina clucked her tongue. “He still thinks he's going to get free. He's so thick-headed it's almost endearing."

Avalyn patted her weapons. “Don't worry, dragon. I won't need these to put you in your place."

The dragon hissed through his teeth. “Then why don't you unchain me and-"

“What about you, Dragon?" Katrina stepped closer to his head. “Would you like to introduce yourself? Or shall we do it for you?" She smiled. “It's Naramor, isn't it?"

The dragon recoiled slightly, his ears and spiky frills pinned back. “How did you…" Then he snarled, flaring his spines right back up as he raised his voice. “I am Naramor, the Dread Plague! And you will release me at once, or suffer my unquenchable wrath!"

Katrina quirked a single brow. “The Dread Plague? That's a terrible title."

Avalyn smirked, glancing at her friend. “And what the hell is Unquenchable Wrath? It just sounds like he's thirsty."

Katrina gasped, putting a hand over her heart. “Oh no, did we forget to fill another prisoner's water trough?"

Avalyn shook her head, sighing. “That poor gnoll."

“Cease your inane prattling!" Naramor growled, attempting to bare his fangs. However, the inherent ferocity of such a gesture was undercut by the muzzle smothering his snout. “What is wrong with my title?"

“That's what you're concerned about?" Katrina glanced between her friend and the dragon. “Very well then. Firstly, what's it supposed to confer? That you're diseased?"

“You know what spreads plague, don't you dragon?" Avalyn nudged her boot against the ground. “Rats. Are you telling us you're just a big, scaly rat?"

Katrina pursed her lips, tapping a finger to her chin. “Perhaps he's just trying to tell us he's sickly. Do you think he wants us to fetch him a healer?"

Avalyn shrugged. “I think he's going to need a healer, when you're done punishing him with that paddle."

The dragon flattened his ears, his neck curling slightly. “Punishing me?" He swallowed audibly. “Paddle?" The dragon's tail flexed against its binds as if suddenly trying to cover his haunches. “That isn't funny!"

Katrina gave her friend a playful shove. “Damn it Avalyn, you're giving away the game!" Then her smile dropped. Katrina's voice twisted into something sharp, and dangerous. “The truth is, Naramor, we know exactly who you are. In fact, we've been tracking you for quite some time. All those shipments you've been stealing? Those caravans you've been raiding?" She walked to the dragon, reaching up to trail her fingers across the scales of his chest. “Those belong to me. My gold. My treasure. My people."

The dragon tried to squirm away from her touch. “Not anymore-"

“Do you know what I was advised, dragon?" Lady Katrina ran her fingers back and forth, trailing them down the dragon's belly. The dark gray scales there were warm, and pebbly. “I was told I should have you hunted down, and slain. But I thought…" She dropped her hand, amusement returning to her voice. “Where's the fun in that? Why have you killed when I can have you brought back in chains? Now I get to punish you myself! Besides…" Katrina turned, her dress swishing around her ankles. “Even the most zealous, dragon-hating fanatics must admit, a live dragon is worth far more than a dead one. Especially if we can convince it to work for us."

“Work for you?" Naramor's eyes narrowed to angry golden slits. “You're clearly soft in the head, you ill-mannered harlot. I will never serve you!"

Avalyn shrugged. “Guess it's a life of chains and paddles, then."

“Oh, that was going to be his lot for a while, anyway." Katrina strolled around the dragon, moving to his hind end. “He's got to earn the right to ask to join my service, after all. We'll see how his attitude adjusts after a few months of having his privates paddled."

The dragon jerked his head against the chains, his eyes wide. “My what?"

“Your balls, Dragon," Katrina said, laughing. “We're going to paddle your balls."

“The hell you are, you rancorous harlots!" Naramor resumed his struggles, suddenly frantic. “You leave my testicles alone! I'll incinerate the both of you!"

“Sure, you will, dragon." Katrina smirked at her friend as they rounded the dragon's bound tail. “That certainly got his attention."

“Not as much as it will when we actually smack them," Avalyn said with a grin.

Lady Katrina led Avalyn behind the dragon, where the beast's compromising position left him all the more vulnerable. With Naramor's hind legs spread apart, and his tail tucked to the side, the dragon's testicles were on full display. They hung beneath his haunches like two plump goose eggs in a dark gray pouch, one slightly lower than its twin. Just ahead of them was the fleshy sheath that concealed the dragon's penis. As Naramor squirmed, his motions caused his balls to bobble and jostle, but there was little he could do to hide or protect them.

Avalyn gave a low whistle. “Quite the pair of nuts on that beast."

“Yes, they're quite the sight from back here, aren't they?" Katrina rested her hands on the back of the dragon's scaly thighs, one on each hind limb. The black scales there were warm, and finer than those of his body. Excitement swirled inside her to have her hands not only upon a dragon, but so close to the beast's most intimate, and vulnerable parts. She slid her hands up, towards his body. As Naramor struggled, muscles flexed beneath her touch. His balls swayed back and forth. “They're somehow both impressive, and laughable at the same time."

“Take your hands off of me!" Naramor shook his hind end as if attempting to dislodge her, yet all he did was cause his balls to bounce around. “This isn't funny!"

“Speak for yourself, dragon!" Katrina burst out laughing, watching the dragon's eggs. “You're putting on quite the show back here."

“They're practically daring us to nail them, now," Avalyn said. “Think you could put your boot in them?"

“That'd be a pretty high kick, but…" Katrina backed away, grinning. “Only one way to find out! Let's see if I can take some of the fight out of this beast!"

Lady Katrina hiked up her skirt. She surged forward, lashing out with her booted foot. Katrina kicked as high as she could, aiming squarely for the dragon's unprotected testicles. Her kick was almost too high, an uncomfortable stretch. But the toe of her boot soared just far enough, snapping sharply into the bottom of the dragon's left ball. The impact bounced the egg up and forward, dragging its twin along for the ride.

“AWWRRHHH!" The dragon gave a loud, gutteral cry, his eyes bugging out over his muzzled snout. His whole body went tense, straining against his bonds.

“Hah!" Katrina did a little pirouette of victory. “Did you see that, Avalyn?" A wicked, thrilling sense of power coursed through her. “I just kicked a dragon in the balls!"

“You sure did!" Avalyn laughed and offered a little bow. “Well aimed, Your Ladyship."

Naramor gave a low, anguished groan, his eyes rolling back. His hind legs flexed inwards, trying to come together. Most of the dragon's defiance drained away along with his strength. He slowly slumped forward against his chains until he hung by his forelegs, half limp. There he twisted faintly, unable to curl, cover himself, or even crumple to the floor.

“Ooooooooohh!" Naramor took a shaking breath, head tilted back as he crooned his purely male anguish. “Oooooooh, my left testicle!"

“See, Dragon?" Katrina patted the outside of his haunch. “I knew that would calm you down."

Naramor rested his horned head against the wall, his nose scrunched, ears flat. “Oooh, gods!" He squirmed a little, weight shifting from hind paw to hind paw. “How my ball aches, now!"

“Yes, I bet it does!" She patted the dragon's leg again. “Not that I'd know. Haven't got them, after all. But I must say, it's oddly satisfying to see that even dragons react in a familiar way to having their testicles kicked. I'd wager if you weren't chained up, you'd be curled on the floor, clutching yourself right now."

“Perhaps we should clutch them for him, Your Ladyship." Avalyn walked up alongside Katrina. She slapped the dragon's sack, bouncing it. “Tightly."

“Aahh!" Naramor gave a little cry, wriggling for a moment, though his efforts were weaker than before. “Leave my balls alone!"

“There's a phrase I bet a dragon's never said to a maiden, before." Katrina brushed her fingers over the dragon's balls. Their dark gray pouch was very warm, and softer than she expected, like extremely well-worked leather. They tightened up against his body, as if fearful of her touch. “Aww, I think we scared them."

“Let me bring them back down, then." Avalyn nudged Katrina aside.

Avalyn deftly grasped the dragon's testicles in both hands. She tugged them out from under the dragon's haunches, and away from his hind end. Avalyn grunted and pulled them harder until the dragon's balls were bulging out against the gray pouch, their fat oval shapes completely outlined. Naramor yowled, squirming in discomfort, his chains rattling. Both ladies completely ignored him.

“Oh, look at those things now!" Katrina traced a fingertip around a single silhouetted gland. “Like a pair of rotten gray mangoes, held helpless in your hands."

“Mangoes?" Avalyn laughed, holding them tight. “Very exotic, Your Ladyship. Perhaps we ought tie up his dragon-fruits like this, later on. Keep them on display."

“Unhand those at once!" Naramor's voice was higher than before, taut and strained.

“What's the matter, dragon?" Avalyn yanked the dragon's captive balls, earning a yelp. “Don't like how this feels?"

Katrina circled her finger around the other organ. “Or perhaps he's just humiliated to find himself so completely helpless. I'd wager he's never had his most private possessions so callously handled."

The dragon looked away, his ears back. “Just release them!"

Katrina smiled. Something about the dragon's expression told her she was right. The humiliation of his situation was settling in over the arrogant beast. “How's it feel, Dragon? Having your balls held so helplessly in a woman's hands?"

“How do you think it feels?" Naramor jerked his head back around, trying to glare at his captors. The chains didn't quite let him. “Let go of them, you wenches!"

“No idea how it feels for you, dragon." Avalyn shifted her grip, rubbing the two hefty eggs against one another. “But I can hazard a guess."

“As can I." Katrina pressed her hand against them, rolling the trapped draconic jewels back and forth between the two women's hands. “Humbling, embarrassing, belittling…" She chuckled. “Why, not long ago, you were terrorizing trade convoys. Now you're chained up and defenseless, while a couple of…" She clucked her tongue. “What was it he just called us?"

“Wenches." Avalyn tightened her grip until Naramor whimpered.

“Right, wenches." Katrina lightly gripped one. “While a couple of wenches have your precious nuts in their hands. Must be humiliating."

Avalyn grunted. “Precious to him, anyway." She released the dragon's balls. They dropped back into place, bobbling. Avalyn slapped them, bouncing them forward and earning another little cry. “Worthless to us."

“Oh, far from it." Katrina brushed her fingers across the dragon's sack, wicked excitement building in her belly. “They're quite valuable as a source of entertainment, and punishment." She glanced at friend, smirking. “To say nothing of their value as commodities, on the right market. I've heard dragon slayers charge a premium for just a single dragon testicle, let alone the pair of them."

“That's not funny!" Naramor struggled anew, genuine nervousness filtering into his voice.

Avalyn ignored him. “That's true. I suppose if we can't convince him to work for us, we can always make some good coin off his spare bits and pieces."

“Too right," Katrina said. “And what pieces they are."

Lady Katrina slipped her fingers beneath the dragon's balls, hefting them. The dragon's testicles were heavy in her hands. She rolled them around, exploring them. Beneath the soft skin, they were smooth, almost rubbery. Katrina pulled them back the same way Avalyn had, until both vulnerable glands were once again showing off their intimate shapes. She smiled to herself, savoring the great sense of power that came with holding a dragon by the balls.

“Isn't it amazing?" She tightened her grasp, forcing the eggs to bulge out against their gray prison. “All those scales, all that power, and yet? Even a dragon's a helpless, whimpering mess when you've got him by the balls."

“Technically," Avalyn said with a wry grin. “The chains are what make him helpless."

“And I am not a whimpering mess!" Naramor tried to toss his head, but only managed to rattle his binds.

“No, I suppose you were more of a groaning mess, after I kicked you." Katrina chuckled, idly tugging the dragon's sack one way, then the other. “But don't worry. You'll be whimpering for mercy soon enough."

Avalyn laughed and pointed towards the dragon's sheath. “Look, Your Ladyship. When you pull hard enough on his balls, his little friend peeks out."

“Does it?" Lady Katrina leaned over for a better view. Sure enough, the backwards pressure on the dragon's scrotum had in turn pulled back on the dragon's sheath, revealing an inch or so of tapered, red flesh. “Hah, look at that."

Katrina released the dragon's balls. They bobbled back into place. His sheath slipped back up around the tip, wreathing his most intimate flesh in a gray shroud. Katrina grabbed Naramor's nuts again, this time yanking them quite sharply. The dragon yowled, squirming. The motion once more peeled back the end of the dragon's sheath, exposing the pointed tip of the beast's crimson penis. Both women laughed. Avalyn ducked beneath the creature's body to flick the very tip of the dragon's cock.

“Owww!" Naramor yelped again, struggling futilely. “Stop that!"

“Think we oughta paddle this, too?" Avalyn slapped the dragon's sheath, coaxing forth another pained sound.

“Oh, definitely." Katrina let the dragon's balls drop back into place. They hung looser now, as if she'd temporarily stretched out their silken enclosure. “That thing certainly needs a spanking, too."

Avalyn grasped the dragon's sheath in her hands. She squeezed it, a grin upon her lips. “Oh, I can feel it in there."

Katrina reached past the dragon's balls to grasp the base of the dragon's thick sheath. It was soft, smooth, and quite warm. And just as Avalyn promised, something firmer lay within. “Oh, you're right. You can feel his friend, hiding in there."

Avalyn smirked. “Ever seen a dragon's cock, Your Ladyship?"

“Can't say I have." Katrina worked her hand up the dragon's sheath, away from his balls. It's fleshy softness was almost plush, even as the firmness within swelled ever so slightly. “Might be fun to see if we can coax it out later."

“S-stop that!" Naramor wriggled, managing little more than to cause his balls to bobble against her forearm. “Unhand me!"

“What's the matter, dragon?" Katrina laughed. “I thought you wicked beasts liked making maidens handle your spears."

“Those are slanderous rumors and salacious lies!" Naramor snarled, the sound dulled by his muzzle. “Besides, you two handsy harpies are anything but maidens!"

Katrina faked a gasp. “My honor, dragon!"

“Don't worry, Your Ladyship." Avalyn ducked out from under the dragon. “You'll always be a virtuous maiden in my eyes."

“Only if you've gone blind," Katrina said.

“True enough," Avalyn said, nudging Katrina with an elbow. “You've probably had more lovers than he has, anyway."

“Certainly of higher quality." Katrina ran her hand back down the dragon's sheath. “Though if he thinks 'handsy' is an insult, well…"

Avalyn folded her arms. “More like the truth. Listen, lizard. You're far from the first bound-up beast we've interrogated together."

Katrina released the dragon, backing away. “That gnoll raider became very cooperative, once you had his balls in your hand."

“Everything male does," Avalyn said. “All you gotta do is squeeze tightly enough."

Katrina smirked. “Not that you stopped squeezing just because he was cooperating."

“I was having fun. I didn't know gnolls could make those noises." Avalyn turned away, walking towards a nearby crate. “Shall we move onto the main event?"

“I think we've had enough foreplay, yes." As Avalyn dug around in the crate, Katrina patted the dragon's balls, leaving them swaying. “We're going to spank these silly, dragon. And when I think you've had enough, I'll consider letting you tell me where you've stashed my treasure. Of course, if you don't want to cooperate, we'll just go back to paddling your balls."

“Or," Avalyn said, returning with two large paddles. “We'll just keep going until we get bored." She handed one to Katrina.

“I could never get bored of paddling a dragon." Katrina studied the offered implement. It was cut from oak, and quite sturdy. Pink leather wrapped it. A few holes were cut in the middle. She arched a brow. “The pink one? Really?"

Avalyn just shrugged. Her own chosen paddle was of similar make, but coated in black leather. “You wore that colorful dress down here. I thought you'd want a colorful toy. Besides, won't it be extra humiliating for the dragon to get his balls smacked around by a pink paddle?"

Katrina giggled. “Probably." She smacked the paddle against her palm, enjoying the loud sound. Katrina turned towards Naramor. She lifted her paddle up under the dragon's testicles, until the gray eggs were resting upon the pink leather. “Yes, you know, I think this will do nicely. It just looks right, somehow."

“Told you." Avalyn spun her paddle around her hand. “The first strike is yours, my lady. Whenever you're ready."

Katrina rubbed her paddle against the dragon's helpless jewels. “Shall we go straight for the balls, or start with his haunches and work our way down?"

“Haunches, I say." Avalyn spun her wooden weapon again. “Make him anticipate how bad it's going feel when we finally get him right in the stones."

“Works for me." Katrina pulled her paddle back, hefting it. “Ready, dragon?"

“Certainly not!" Naramor squirmed against his shackles, though his efforts were as futile as ever. “Don't even think about it!"

“Don't think about what, this?" Katrina lashed out, smacking the dragon's scaled haunch with pink leather and sturdy wood. The smack rang out through the dungeon.

“OW!" Naramor jerked against his bindings, his muzzle crinkling. “My ass!"

Avalyn laughed as she stepped forward. “Oh, there's something I never expected to hear a dragon say." She cocked her paddle back, then let it fly, striking the other side of the dragon's scaly rump. WHACK!

“AAH!" The dragon jumped, his tail twitching against its bonds, reflexively trying to curl and protect what lay beneath it. “Cease your undeserved punishments this instant!"

“Hardly undeserved, dragon," Katrina said. “You've been a pain in our ass for years. So now we're a pain in yours!" She took another swing, and Naramor gave a clipped cry. “Though the real pain's gonna come when we aim…" Katrina teased the end of her wooden toy downwards, rubbing it from the base of the dragon's tail to his testicles. “A little lower."

Naramor hissed, hind legs straining as he pushed himself to the tips of his toes, instinctively trying to lift himself out of range. “You leave my testicles out of this, wench!"

“Nope." Katrina dropped the paddle beneath the dragon's pouch, only to thump it back up, bouncing the dragon's eggs. “They're the main event!"

“Awwwwwh!" Naramor jolted, his chains rattling. He writhed, straps creaking, his snout scrunching up under his muzzle. Then he sagged against his bindings, once more hanging limply from them. The dragon gave a low, rumbling groan. “Oooooh! Curse the gods, but that makes them ache! Awww, they're both feeling it now!"

“Good!" Katrina laughed, backing away to make room for her friend. “Consider that lovely aching sensation a preview of what's to come. And thank you for the play by play. It really is quite amusing." She gestured at the dragon's hind end. “You're up, my dear."

Avalyn flipped her paddle into the air, catching it with her other hand. “Hey, I got an idea. We oughta see who can get closer to this beast's sack without nailing it."

“Oh, that sounds fun." Katrina giggled, dancing her fingers across the back of the dragon's scrotum. Naramor grunted, his balls tightening. “And whoever loses also sort of wins."

“Yup." Avalyn pivoted swiftly, delivering her hardest blow yet. She lashed her leather-clad weapon right underneath the dragon's tail. “Damn! Not even close to that dirty old lizard bag."

The fresh sting roused the dragon from his male-ache stupor. Naramor jerked his head as far up as his bondage allowed. “Aaah! Muzzle-fuck a gryphon!"

Both women erupted into laughter. Katrina stared at her friend, wide-eyed. “Did he just say, muzzle-fuck a gryphon?"

Avalyn rested her paddle across her shoulder like an undersized sword. “He sure did. Perhaps we should arrange that."

“There's an idea." Katrina stepped forward, sizing up her aim. “It might be fun to see him forced to take a gryphon's cock in his snout. Bet it wouldn't even be the first time."

Naramor hissed, trying to glare at them over his bound wings. He couldn't turn his head far enough, and managed only to regard them with a single baleful eye. His spiky frills stood at attention around his head. “It most certainly would be!"

The women glanced at each other. Katrina raised a brow. “Not quite the part I expected him to protest."

Avalyn shrugged. “Probably been wanting to try blowing a gryphon for a while."

“What?" Naramor's ears went flat, his frills slumping. Nervous embarrassment now mingled with the anger burning in his golden eyes. “That isn't what I meant! I assure you, I've never spent a single waking moment contemplating having a gryphon's unsheathed cock buried in my muzzle!"

The two women stared at the dragon in silence. Finally, Katrina glanced at Avalyn again. “That was awfully detailed, for a denial. Do you think…?"

“I think," Avalyn said. “That we're definitely gonna make him suck off a bird."

“I would sooner bite-AAAAH!" Naramor's words ended in a guttural yowl when Katrina's paddle struck him again. “My ass!"

Avalyn laughed. “Hear that? He'd sooner bite his own ass."

“I wonder if he can stretch that far?" Katrina pointed to a faint indentation she'd left across the fine, black scales. “Look at that! I split the difference between your strike, and his balls."

“Not bad." Avalyn rubbed her chin. “Lemme see if I can do the same again without tagging his coin purse."

For a few minutes, both women took turns lashing the dragon with their paddles. Each blow struck slightly lower than the one before it. Every impact brought fresh yelp. Naramor wriggled the entire time, his chains rattling, straps stretching and creaking. Soon, a trail of marks, scuffs, and cracked scales led from Naramor's tail down to his genitals. All the while, the dragon's dark gray testicles jostled about beneath his hind end as if daring the women to strike them next. Finally, Avalyn landed a shot at the absolute edge of where increasingly fine scales gave way to softer flesh.

Avalyn cackled, dancing in place as Naramor squirmed. “Yes! Try beating that!"

Lady Katrina laughed with her friend, relishing Avalyn's enthusiasm. “I daresay I can't. Even a fraction of an inch lower, and you'd have technically struck dragon-sack."

“Sounds like I win then, Katrina." Avalyn leaned up against the helpless dragon. “What's my prize?"

“Hell if I know." Katrina tapped Naramor's balls with her wooden weapon. “First shot at the real targets?"

Avalyn shook her head, smiling. “In that case, I'll forfeit to you, Your Ladyship. He's your capture. Why don't you nail that vile beast right in his rotten fruit this time?"

“Very well! Don't mind if I do." Katrina brushed pink leather against the dragon's eggs. “Any last words before I really put these silly things in their place?"

“Erm…" Naramor strained his neck, chains creaking. “Please don't?"

“Aww, he's trying to be polite now." Avalyn gave a mock coo. “How cute."

“It is!" Lady Katrina took a step back. “But no, dragon. Your balls are going to hurt for us."

Katrina cocked her paddle back, then darted forward and swung it, her momentum carrying over into the blow. Pink leather and sturdy wood impacted both dragon testicles, knocking the fat gray eggs forward. This time, Naramor positively howled, his head thrown back as far as his bindings allowed. His golden eyes bulged out above his muzzled snout, and his frills all shot out to full, spiny extension. If not for the restraints around it, Katrina was quite certain the dragon's maw would have been gaping wide. She wondered if he'd have even coughed fire.

“OOOOHHHH!" Naramor thrashed against his chains, yowling. He jerked his forelegs around, yanking his bound tail. The dragon shifted his weight from hind paw to hind paw, awkwardly hopping about. “Oooooh! My balls, my baaaalls!"

Avalyn doubled over, a wave of mad cackles washing over her. “By the gods, Your Ladyship, you hit that dragon in the balls so hard you made him dance!"

Lady Katrina shared her raucous laughter. Desperate as the dragon surely was to quell the fire suddenly raging between his hind legs, he really did look as though he were dancing. The top half of his body twisted one way, while he shifted his weight to the opposite hind paw. Then he moved in the other direction, wings and tail twitching each time he hopped from back foot to back foot. Finally, the dragon's hind legs tried to come together at the same time, only for the respective anchored manacles to stop them halfway to their union. Unable to move closer together, Naramor's hind legs instead simply buckled. He crumpled towards the stone floor, but could neither fall down, or sit upon his bruised haunches. Instead, he hung by his front limbs, back legs half curled under him. The dragon's privates remained exposed, and unprotected.

“Awwwwwwwwwwww!" Naramor groaned, low and drawn out, a sound of male dragon pain Lady Katrina would never truly understand. He squirmed anew, though it seemed an oddly half-hearted affair, a slow wriggle between groans and grunts. “Awwwww! My balls! Oh, gods, my poor balls!"

“Yes, I know, Dragon." Katrina patted his haunch. “I told you they were going to hurt for us, didn't I? Now, catch your breath." She smirked at her friend. “It's Avalyn's turn!"

Naramor whimpered, shaking his head against his bindings. “Oh, come on! They're already aching!"

“And they're about to ache a lot more!" Avalyn stepped forward, her paddle sailing through the air. Her strike mirrored Katrina's, impacting the beast's nuts from the right side, rather than the left. THWACK! The dragon's jewels jolted forward, nearly bouncing off his sheath. Naramor wailed anew, and Avalyn pumped her fist in the air. “Yes! Bullseye! Dance for me, dragon!"

And dance he did. The dragon's whole body went into spastic gyrations, twisting against his chains. His tail tugged against its bindings, his bound wings flexed and strained, his head thrashed from side to side. All the while he hopped in place, weight constantly shifting from one side to the other. Katrina imagined that if the beast was unrestrained, he'd be curled up on the floor, frantically rolling back and forth.

“Awwwwwwh!" The dragon gave a deep, anguished groan. Naramor wriggled in place, too overwhelmed by the cascading ache between his hind legs to even form coherent words. “Ooooooohhhhh!"

“You know," Avalyn said, tapping her paddle against her palm. “I'd wager a week's pay that if he wasn't chained up? He'd be rolling about on the floor, like a worm pulled from freshly tilled earth."

Katrina laughed, nodding. “You know, I had the same thought! Probably as red-faced as that drunken lout you kneed in the tavern last week."

“That was fun." Avalyn rubbed the dragon's right ball with her implement. “Shall we let him catch his breath? Or would you rather just knock these things around with me for a while?"

“Oh, I say we knock them around." Karina pressed her own paddle against the left side of Naramor's sack, sandwiching the dragon's testicles between the two planks of leather-wrapped wood. “We could bat them back and forth like-"

“Tennis volleys?" Avalyn arched a brow.

Katrina smirked. “Actually, I was going to say, paddle-ball."

“Ugh." Avalyn's shoulders sagged. “Must you?"

“Sorry, can't hear you." Katrina cocked her arm back. “Too busy serving!" Katrina swung her paddle sharply, nailing the dragon's nuts from the left side. The impact sent them rocketing sideways, and wrenched a sharp squeal from Naramor. “Have at thee!"

Before the beast's testes even finished bouncing, Avalyn struck them soundly with black leather, knocking them in the other direction. “Back at you!"

Just as swiftly, Katrina volleyed the dragon's testicles back towards her friend. Soon, the dragon's balls were trapped in a constant, agonizing rhythm, bouncing back and forth like a perverse metronome. Every blow left another smack echoing around the dungeon, followed by a clipped cry, yowl, or squeal from the helpless monster. His haunches jerked side to side with every blow, an instinctive yet comical attempt to escape the pain.

Laughter bubbled from the two women, their giddy cackles filling the prison. Katrina was certain she'd never seen anything as strangely hilarious as a dragon's testicles being slapped to and fro like oversized table tennis balls. The dragon danced and hopped and squirmed, his cries combining into a steady and increasingly high-pitched song of intimate anguish.

Only when her arms began to ache did Katrina finally relent. She gave the dragon's balls one last, powerful swat, savoring his squeal. Then she stepped back, panting, her arms hanging limply. “I think my shoulders need a break."

Avalyn followed suit, setting her paddle atop the nearby table. “Aye, that's about all my arms can manage right now." She worked her shoulder in a circle, grimacing. “Might be feeling that workout in the morning."

Katrina tossed her paddle alongside her friend's. “Perhaps not as intensely as the dragon will be."

“True enough," Avalyn said, laughing. “How're you feeling, Dragon?" She patted the dragon's haunch. “You still with us?"

With the punishment temporarily ended, the dragon's thrashing slowly ceased until he was slumped over and suspended by his manacles, unable to collapse. Naramor's head hung as low as the chains allowed. A few tears dripped from his muzzled face. Drool dribbled from his snout. His eyes were unfocused, and half-rolled back into his head. Now and then the lingering pain made his tail flex, his wings twitch, his hind legs tense up. He moaned, a low, pitiful, drawn out sound.

“Aw, look Your Ladyship, he's drooling." Avalyn wandered around towards the front of the dragon. “And are those tears I see? I didn't think we'd break his defiant spirit that easily."

“Nor I," Katrina said, following her friend. “Though, to be fair, I did lose track of exactly how many times we struck his testicles. Even that gryphon who thought himself a warlord could only take what, ten kicks between the hind legs before he was begging to sell out his allies?"

“Something like that." Avalyn's gaze wandered down the dragon's underbelly. “Perhaps his sheath will have to await it's punishment another day." She glanced at the other woman. “At the very least, we should let him catch his breath. Think we should bring him down to our level, now?"

Katrina shrugged. “Might as well. We can always hoist him back up."

Avalyn turned her attention to the levers and crank-wheels that controlled the dragon's position. She took a deep breath, then stretched her arms towards them. Avalyn curled her fingers in the air, as if grasping invisible handles. Soon, the levers shifted and wheels turned of their own accord. Gears clanked around, chains clanged, and pulley wheels creaked as the mechanisms moved. Slowly, the dragon was lowered towards the ground until his head was roughly on the same level as the women.

“Show off." Katrina put her hands on her hips. “You could have turned the wheels manually. You didn't have to use sorcery."

Avalyn dusted her hands off. “That was going to be when I said…" She posed dramatically, one hand on the hilt of her sword, the other on her pistol. “I told you I didn't need weapons to handle you, Dragon." She glanced at Naramor. “But Drooly here isn't really paying attention."

“Well, in that case…" Avalyn grasped her friend's shoulder, grinning. “I'll be impressed on his behalf." She stepped back, pressing the back of her palm to her forehead. “Oh, Sorceress Avalyn! You're so powerful, confident, dangerous, and awe-inspiring, I'm likely to swoon!"

Avalyn grunted. “You forgot beautiful."

“Beautiful, indeed." Katrina dropped her head back down. She turned towards the dragon when he gave another low, guttural moan. “Are we boring you, beast? If you're dozing off, we can always go back to paddling your privates."

Naramor shook his head. “No!" He coughed a few times, tail straining against its shackles. “No more! I yield! I yield!"

“Oh, you yield?" Avalyn snatched one of the dragon's horns. “I don't recall giving you that option. Do you, Your Ladyship?"

“Not in the least." She shook a finger at the dragon. “I ought to go back there and knee you in the balls a few times, just for trying to wriggle your way out of your punishment."

“I say you do it, Your Ladyship." Avalyn shook the dragon's horn, jostling his head around. “Knee this beast's balls until he's singing like your personal choir."

“Wait!" The dragon tried to pull his head away, but lacked both the strength, and the leverage. “Leave my balls alone, please! They've had enough! I'll tell you what you wish, I swear!"

Lady Katrina tapped the dragon's nose. “Yes, I suspect you will, dragon." She clucked her tongue, glancing at Avalyn. “Isn't it amazing how swiftly his attitude has changed?"

Avalyn simply grinned. “Told you going for the balls is always the most effective method on anything male."

“So, it seems." Katrina cupped the dragon's muzzled chin, smirking. “Of course, I'm in no real hurry to get my treasure back. And for all we know, he's just going to lie to us, anyway." She clucked her tongue. “No, I don't think one measly day here is enough to earn the privilege of telling us what we want to know."

“Nor do I." Avalyn released the dragon's horn, only to slap Naramor's nose. “We'll get the information from him once we're sure he properly understands what will happen if he lies."

Naramor hissed, a hint of frustration seeping into his pained voice. “If you don't want to know about your treasure, then what do you want from me?"

Katrina shrugged. “I'm happy just hearing you yowl and moan about your silly balls. Speaking of which…" She peered back at the dragon's hind end. “I'm not sure I could reach them very easily with my knee, unless we lower his hind end even further." Then her eyes lit up. “Oh, I know! We ought to have a little platform built! I could stand on it behind him, and…" She held her hands out as if bracing them on the dragon's haunches. “Knee him in the balls for a while!" Katrina thrust her knee into the air, her gold and lilac dress riding up her leg. “I do think it would be quite satisfying to knee a dragon in the balls."

“As do I, Your Ladyship." Avalyn rubbed her palms together. “I'll set the engineers to building something sturdy, but portable."

“Oh, come on!" Naramor's hind legs flexed, trying unsuccessfully to come together. “My poor balls are suffering enough as it is! You need not invent new ways to hurt them!" The dragon turned his head best he could, sizing up the women. “Come now! Surely there must be something I can offer, in return for sparing my testicles further abuse?"

“Well…" Avalyn rubbed her chin, feigning deep thought. “I suppose there is one thing you could do, if you wish to prove you're learning your place."

The dragon hissed again. “Learning my place?" He tried to arch his neck in proud defiance, but the chains prevented him.

“You heard me." Avalyn smiled. “Of course, if you're not learning your place…" She glanced at Katrina. “Up for another game, Your Ladyship? I say we squeeze one testicle each, and see which one-"

“I'm learning my place!" The dragon dropped his head back down, his spiny frills going flat. “Just leave my balls alone, please."

“No." Katrina snatched the dragon's ear. “But if you do as you're told, perhaps we'll go easy on them."

Naramor gulped, an audible sound. “What do you wish of me?"

“I say we find out if that tongue's useful for anything beyond petty insults, and expressing an aggrieved ego." Avalyn waved at Katrina. “Perhaps Her Ladyship should hike up her skirt, present her sex, and see if you know what to do with it."

“Oooh." Katrina shivered, wicked excitement whirling inside her. “That does sound like fun."

The dragon's eyes went wide. His ears shot up. He glanced between the two women. If not for the muzzle, Katrina was certain his jaws would be hanging open. “You…" He struggled to work his jaws against their enclosure. “You want me to what?"

“Eat Her Ladyship's pussy, dragon." Avalyn pointed towards Katrina's crotch. “I want you to eat her pussy, while your balls are aching. Is that clear enough?"

Katrina grasped her skirt, lifting it. “Assuming you've even the faintest idea how to do that."

Naramor snarled, a soft but frustrated sound. “I know how to pleasure a female!"

“You'd better." Avalyn slipped behind Katrina, circling her arms around the other woman's waist. “Because if you don't satisfy Her Ladyship?" She ran her hands up Katrina's body, caressing her breasts. “We're taking up the paddles again."

Katrina shivered, excitement's heat flooding her. She placed her hands atop Avalyn's, gently squeezing. “As dearly as I relish your touch, perhaps you'd best go get a good grip on his behavior buttons."

Avalyn eased away, a brow arched. “Behavior buttons?"

“Press them hard enough," Katrina said. “And they make him behave!"

Avalyn put a hand over her face. “Oh, lord. I should have guessed." She strode around the dragon, and seized his testicles in both hands. “Alright, beast. Behave yourself, or I'll…" She scrunched her face. “Press your buttons much harder."

“See?" Katrina laughed. “It's a fitting term!" She returned her attention to the dragon, grasping his horns. “I'm certain you've noticed the muzzle we've put you in is tight enough to keep us safe from your teeth, and your flames."

She released one horn to trace her fingers over the restraints upon his face. The dragon's muzzle was comprised of a series of interlocked straps and buckles encircling his snout, each with an adjustable level of constriction. His nose protruded beyond the last binding. Swathes of pebbly scales stood out between the others.

“It's adaptable, you see. Right now, it's just loose enough to allow you to speak, or slip your tongue out." Katrina leaned forward, glaring into the beast's eyes. “Which is all I expect to feel. Your tongue. Should I feel anything the slightest bit unpleasant, and…"

Avalyn yanked the dragon's testicles towards the floor, causing them to bulge comically against the dark gray pouch. “Do you suppose I could hang from these if I lifted my legs up?"

Katrina smirked. “And I'll let dear Avalyn try out whatever agonizing games can think of. And if you try to harm me, well…." Katrina shrugged. “I'll let your imagination run wild with what that might mean for your balls. Are we clear?"

The dragon swallowed. “Extremely."

“Good." Katrina released his horns. “Then let's have some fun."

“Are you planning to disrobe, Your Ladyship?" Avalyn slipped a hand forward beneath the dragon, fingers roaming across his sheath. “Or just hike up your dress?"

“The second one. This beast hasn't earned the privilege of seeing either of us completely naked. Besides…" She flourished a hand. “If I took my dress off, where would I put it down here that it wouldn't get filthy? Maybe I'll drop my skirt across his snout and keep him in the dark while he's busy."

Lady Katrina positioned herself in front of the dragon's muzzle, smirking at the captive creature. She slowly hiked up her ruffled, gold and lilac skirt, exposing the bare flesh of her legs. Katrina lifted it little by little, gradually unveiling the soft skin of her thighs, before finally revealing her naked sex to the dragon. The dragon's eyes shifted to her bare folds, his muzzle drifting closer. Pebbly scales brushed her thighs, hot breath washed over. Katrina shivered, holding her dress up and out of the way.

“Well, Dragon…" Katrina swayed her hips before the beast's snout. “If nothing else, I'd wager it's the first time you've ever seen the pussy of a woman who's just busted your balls."

“And plans to bust them again," said Avalyn, slapping one of the dragon's testicles hard enough to make him yelp.

“Indeed." Katrina laughed, savoring the twisted thrill of showing herself off to the captive monster. “And as you can see, I've no idea what that pain feels like." She waggled her hips again. “Which…" Katrina released her skirt with one hand, tapping the dragon's nose for emphasis. “Makes it even more exciting to kick your balls. Now get started, beast. Reward me for punishing your testicles."

“You heard her, lizard." Avalyn grasped the dragon's left orb in both hands, trapping the sensitive organ between her palms. “You start licking, or I start squeezing." She smirked at Katrina around the dragon. “Been doing some housekeeping, Your Ladyship?"

Katrina glanced down at her naked folds, grinning. “Well, you know how it is. You've got to tidy up things up before you present them to guests."

“Seems you've decided to have the floorboards waxed, as well." Avalyn laughed, idly working the dragon's testicle between her hands. “It's a pleasant look for you."

“Thank you, Avalyn." Katrina patted the dragon's nose. “Thought it might make his task a little easier, since I imagine he's never done this for a human woman before. Speaking of which, don't you have a job to do, lizard?"

“And start with her thighs." Avalyn rolled the single ball back and forth. “Offer her a little foreplay."

Lady Katrina opened her mouth to add to Avalyn's suggestion, only for the dragon's tongue to steal her breath. It slipped from his snout, sliding up against the inside of her right thigh. Even there, its heat was incredible. Naramor licked Katrina from just above her knee all the way to her groin, leaving her shuddering. Then he did the same to her other thigh. The motions also left him nuzzling her. The pebbly scales of his nose tickled her skin, the leathers of his restraints slid across her legs.

“That's a good dragon." Katrina kept her skirt up with one hand, placing the other atop the beast's head. For now, it was a gesture of possession, not guidance, letting his maw roam where it pleased. “Keep going."

Naramor stroked the end of his muzzle against her left thigh, textured scales along her flesh. His tongue followed. Velvet heat glided across the same places his scales tickled. Then he moved to the other thigh, teasing with slightly rough scales, soothing with silken tongue. At the end of each long lick, his nose bumped her folds, only to drop away and start anew down her thigh.

Katrina took a shuddering breath, heat and slickness growing between her thighs. The dragon seemed to know at least a little bit about foreplay. Her breathing rose as the dragon's tantalizing combination of scales and tongue increased its pace. Occasionally, the cool metal of a restraining buckle bumped her, adding a sharp but pleasant contrast to the warmth of his snout, and the heat of his tongue. She slipped her hand down from the top of the dragon's head to grasp one of the muzzle's straps. There, her fingers were ever so close to the beast's frighteningly sharp teeth. She tugged upwards, guiding the dragon's nose towards her sex.

“My pussy, dragon." Katrina pressed herself against the dragon's maw. The tiny, fine scales tipping his snout pressed against her labia, a delightfully exotic sensation. Having her most private, sensitive place so perilously near a dragon's teeth exhilarated Lady Katrina. While she doubted Naramor would not dare attempt harm, the hint of danger remained an exquisite thrill. “Worship it like your new goddess."

Naramor's tongue washed across her bare sex, its silken heat almost too much to stand. Katrina gave a soft cry, trembling, her eyes rolling. The dragon licked her pussy again, slightly parting her folds. His tongue's tip brushed her clit, earning another delighted cry. Katrina's grip tightened. She rolled her hips, pushing herself into the dragon's snout. Katrina ground herself against him, the fine scales of his nose rubbing against her clit.

“Good lizard," Katrina said, her voice a breathy whisper. “Keep going."

Avalyn tugged a single dragon testicle back, holding it firmly in one hand. “And don't stop till Her Ladyship is finished, or I'm gonna punch this worthless egg till my arm gives out."

Katrina chuckled as Naramor gulped audibly, his muzzle shifting. “Yes, Avalyn, I think he understands his peril. Allow him to do his job."

The dragon's tongue bathed her once more, gliding across sensitive flesh. As Naramor lapped at Katrina, dragon tongue rolled across human sex in slow, steady waves. Katrina's pleasure steadily rose. Naramor's every lick parted her petals a little further, velvet warmth easing deeper inside. Sometimes his tongue drifted higher, rubbing against her clit. Other times he swirled it around in lazy circles.

As Katrina's delight grew with every breath, gazed down at herself, past her skirt. The dragon's black-scaled muzzle was fully buried between her thighs, bumping and grinding against her naked pussy. His pink tongue whirled between her legs. It slipped inside her, filling her with twisting heat. Katrina worked her hips, delighting in the sight of a dragon's snout wedged between her legs.

“That's right, beast." Katrina stroked his scales with her free hand. “This is your purpose in life, until I say otherwise. Eating my pussy." She grasped his ear tightly. “Glance up at me if you understand."

Naramor's golden eyes flicked upwards, meeting hers. Defiance still shone within them, but at least for now, so too did a begrudging acceptance. Katrina smirked, releasing her skirt to fall across the dragon's head. She adjusted it until there was just enough room for him to see her pussy and his own muzzle, and nothing more.

“There, lizard." Katrina gasped the dragon's horns in each hand. “That's your world, now. You'll be dreaming of burying your snout in my pussy, before long. And these…" She tugged his head around by his horns. “Are just handles for a woman to hold while you're pleasuring her."

“And your balls are just here to ache for us," Avalyn said, slapping the dangling orbs. The dragon grunted against Katrina, his balls jostling.

“Yes, that too." Katrina laughed, one hand roaming across his head. “They certainly won't be siring any more dragons, that's for sure."

Avalyn slapped the dragon's testicles again. “I'd wager he's not sired any to begin with. What female dragon in her right mind would want to breed with an arrogant little whelp like this?"

Naramor growled, his spiny frills rising. One of them propped up Katrina's skirt. Though sound born of offense, the dragon's growl vibrated his tongue and muzzle in a way that left Katrina shivering. She arched herself into him, tugging his horns forward in silent encouragement. Naramor growled again, longer this time. His tongue trembled within her even as he swirled it.

Lady Katrina ground herself against the dragon's muzzle, using his horns to guide him. Naramor's urgency grew in response to Katrina's. His tongue pushed and pulled, sliding in and out of her. The pleasure wrought from his vibrant heat was nearly too intense. It left Katrina breathlessly shuddering in growing ecstasy. The fine scales of his nose brushed and caressed her clit. Katrina hunched over, rubbing herself against the dragon.

“My clit, beast!" She slipped a hand under the dragon's bound jaws, lifting his head slightly. “Worship my clit!"

Naramor did as instructed, whirling against her delicate bud. Again, the sheer warmth of the dragon's velvet-textured tongue made Katrina gasp. It rolled around her most sensitive flesh in slow, steady circles, bringing waves of growing pleasure. Her grip tightened around the dragon's horns as rocked her hips, working into the dragon's tongue. All the while, Katrina savored her control over the beast, the sheer feminine power of forcing such a creature to pleasure her.

Katrina was soon nearing her peak. She rocked her hips faster, demanding more. The dragon's tongue spun against her clit, her folds. His scales ground against her thighs, the straps and buckles of his restraints brushing her skin. Katrina yanked on the dragon's horns, thrusting herself against his bound jaws as she neared her orgasm. The dragon's tongue twisted in swift circles. He ravished her nub with constant, delightful friction until at last Katrina could take no more.

Katrina cried out as she came, bucking her hips against the dragon's restrained jaws. She clenched his horns as bliss cascaded through her, her juices running down the dragon's chin. All the while, his tongue circled her clit. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Katrina's knees buckled. She slumped over the dragon's head, his tongue still working. Katrina's legs shook, her blissful song echoing around the dungeon.

Only when she was utterly spent did she tap the dragon's head, signaling for him to stop. The beast withdrew his tongue, but Katrina rested against him as she caught her breath. Occasionally, the dragon flicked his tongue out, teasing her with the promise of more. She squirmed, and gasped, but did not chastise him.

Finally, Katrina straightened up and stood Naramor. She hiked her skirt up with both hands. “Now, Dragon. Clean me with your tongue." Naramor glared, but washed her with long strokes of his tongue. Katrina soon pushed his muzzle away, and stepped back, dropping her skirt. “Good boy."

“Thrilled as I am to see you enjoy yourself, Your Ladyship…" Avalyn walked around the dragon, joining her. “Dragon slobber hardly counts as a cleaning agent."

Katrina laughed, waving her friend off. “Oh, I'll use plenty of soap in the tub, later. But first…" She pointed to the dragon's muzzle. “Your turn."

Avalyn arched a brow. “Your Ladyship?"

Katrina put her hands on her hips, grinning. “You didn't think I was going to be selfish with my new toy, did you? You're in large part responsible for his capture in the first place. I'd say you deserve a reward, wouldn't you?"

A smirk spread across Avalyn's face. “Perhaps so." She unbuckled her belt, then removed her sword and pistol and set them on the nearby table before returning.

“Quite so, I should think." Lady Katrina deftly undid the top button of Avalyn's breeches. “Now, present your pussy to this beast. That's an order, Avalyn."

Her bodyguard's smile grew increasingly playful. “By your command."

Avalyn opened her breeches, exposing her own neatly trimmed pubic hair. She wiggled her hips, tugging her pants down until her sex was wholly unveiled. Already her folds were slightly swollen, glistening with arousal. She moved to the dragon and grasped the restraining straps around his muzzle. Avalyn yanked his head forward.

“Go down on me, Beast," Avalyn said, her voice a commanding snarl. “Or Her Ladyship's gonna practice her high kicks on your dirty gemstones."

Katrina rolled her eyes, chuckling. “Indeed. I'll go put myself in prime high-kicking position whilst you enjoy yourself."

Lady Katrina ran her fingers across the dragon's dark scales as she strolled around him. Even now, it still seemed a wonder that she had her very own dragon. Katrina was going to have a lot of fun punishing the dragon for his many offenses. With any luck, the beast might even prove trainable. Having a dragon as her personal plaything was an exciting prospect. But a dragon who served as her mount and enforcer was a more exhilarating possibility still.

As the dragon's tongue began its work, Katrina turned around to watch the dragon pleasure her companion. There was something deeply empowering about watching a helpless dragon's tongue gliding across a human woman's pussy. Avalyn moaned, pressing herself to the dragon's snout while clutching the straps of his muzzle.

“That's right, Dragon." Katrina turned her attention to the dragon's testicles. They hung loosely between his hind legs, one dark gray egg slightly lower than its twin. “Do a good job, or these things are going to get it." She slapped the dragon's sack, earning a pained but muffled grunt. His balls bobbled. “From now on, whenever you misbehave, your balls are going to ache. Give Avalyn a long, slow lick if you understand."

The dragon's tongue slid up Avalyn's sex at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“I think…" Avalyn shuddered, lapsing into a low groan. “He understands, Your Ladyship."

“Good." Lady Katrina took the dragon's balls in her hands. She hefted them, feeling their weight. “You know what else might be fun when he needs punishment?"

Avalyn's ground her hips against the dragon's tongue, her breath picking up. Pleasure left her voice shaking. “What's that, Your Ladyship?"

“We could have the beast chained up on his back." Katrina tugged on the dragon's testicles. “Then we could step on his privates!"

“Mmmff!" Naramor made a nervous, disagreeable noise.

Avalyn slapped his nose. “Don't you disagree with us, beast! Focus on your task." As the dragon resumed lapping, she glanced at Katrina. “That does sound fun! However, it would require an extensive redesign of his restraining gear."

“Nonetheless." Katrina pulled the dragon's balls until the fat glands bulged out against the gray pouch. “I'm sure our engineers can think of something. Those kobolds are quite ingenious."

This time, Avalyn's only answer was a blissful moan as the dragon's tongue swirled. Pleasure washed across her face. The other woman spread her legs further, making room for the creature's muzzle and all its restraints. Avalyn gripped the dragon's sensitive ears tightly. She twisted them, forcibly guiding the dragon's snout exactly where she wanted it.

Katrina leaned back on her heels, pulling the dragon's balls harder. Naramor gave a pained whimper. The sound must have vibrated through his tongue, because it earned a little gasp from Avalyn. Katrina smiled, trying to stretch the dragon's scrotum further still. She liked the way the beast's testicles showed themselves off when pulled so firmly. It made it ever so obvious how vulnerable the silly things truly were.

Something red caught her attention. Katrina shifted her gaze from the dragon's balls, to what lay just ahead of them. An inch or so of tapered red dragon flesh now peeked out of its dark gray sheath, like a sword poking through the end of its scabbard. Katrina put even more force into pulling the dragon's jewels. Naramor whined and squirmed, rattling his bindings. His sheath was dragged further back, exposing another inch of the dragon's mating tool.

“Well, we still haven't explored that yet," Katrina said.

Lady Katrina released the dragon's balls. They swung back into position, bouncing and swaying between his hind legs. When they stopped bobbling, she swatted them like a cat batting at a toy. The dragon yelped against Avalyn's sex, his hind legs straining against their chains. Katrina rubbed the inside of the dragon's thigh, savoring the feel powerful muscles flexing beneath fine scales.

“Aching again, beast?" Katrina stroked his leg with one hand. “I bet you'd give anything to curl up and protect your precious eggs right about now, hmm?" She cradled them against her palms. Katrina relished the sight of a dragon's testicles helplessly resting within a woman's possessive grasp. “But that's a privilege you're going to have to earn, Dragon. It'll be quite some time before you get to comfort your aching balls again."

Katrina released Naramor's nuts, and turned her attention to the dragon's sheath. The tip of his maleness had vanished back inside the gray tube. Katrina brushed her fingers across the soft, gray skin. Naramor's sheath had the same semi-silken feel as his scrotum. The flesh was firm yet yielding, like well-worked leather. She danced her fingers down its length, and the dragon tensed up. A little shiver rocked him, his scales rustling.

“Shall we see if we can coax it out, beast?" Katrina cupped the dragon's hidden member between her hands. “Just think whatever passes for sexy thoughts, for your kind." She ran her hands against him, experimentally stroking the dragon's sheath. “Stare at that pussy on your tongue, feel my hands touching you. Imagine we're just a pair of maidens, here to attend your pleasures so you don't burn our village down."

Katrina worked her hands up and down the dragon's sheath. She squeezed it, feeling the organ within. Now and then, she let her hands roam back over the dragon's balls. She caressed them gently, only to return to exploring and massaging the dragon's sheath. Soon enough, Katrina felt the beast's mating tool stirring within its fleshy confines.

“Yes, that's it, Dragon." Katrina circled a finger around the scarcely visible slit at the tip of the dragon's sheath. “Let your friend come out to play. I should like to see what a dragon's cock looks like."

The dragon's pointed, crimson cock emerged slowly, as if afraid that revealing itself would subject it to the same punishment as his testicles. Katrina found that idea delightfully amusing. Someday soon, she thought, she should see how a dragon reacts to having his cock paddled. For now, though, she wanted Naramor's maleness excited, not frightened. Katrina wrapped her hands around his unsheathing member, caressing and teasing it. It was quite smooth, and ever so hot. The more Katrina touched it, the more of it slipped out into view.

All the while, the dragon remained focused on his task. His tongue swirled against Avalyn, leaving her bucking her hips against him. Then Naramor delved inside the woman with it, earning moans and delighted whimpers. She yanked and shoved his head around, guiding him by his ears, his horns. Her breathing grew more frantic, her moans increasingly desperate.

“That's good, Dragon," Katrina said, cradling his cock between both hands. She stroked him in time with Avalyn's pleasure, his maleness swelling within her grasp. “Make her cum, beast!"

The dragon redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling and working at a fervent pace. His hips twitched, as if resisting the urge to thrust himself into Katrina's grasp. Avalyn soon cried out, a familiar song of female bliss. She ground herself into the dragon's muzzle as she came, squeezing his ears tightly. Katrina pumped the end of the dragon's cock, hands rising and falling against its pointed tip.

By the time Avalyn was hunched over the dragon's snout, spent and heaving for breath, the beast was fully unsheathed and completely erect. Katrina let her friend catch her breath, studying what she'd coaxed out into the open. The dragon's penis was a deep, crimson hue. It was thickest around its base, and slowly tapered towards a pointed tip, with a vaguely spear-like flare. Ridges encircled the last third of it. The organ held a slight arch as it jutted out under the dragon's belly, and was larger than her forearm. If anything, it looked more like a weapon than an instrument of pleasure, or reproduction.

“My, just look at this thing, Avalyn." Katrina let her fingers dance along the dragon's cock.

Avalyn slowly peeled herself off the dragon's muzzle, gripping his ears again. “Clean me, Beast." As the dragon lapped at her, she leaned over, peering under his belly. “I see you've decided to go exploring while I was occupied."

“Couldn't resist." Katrina rubbed her palm over the ridges around its base. “This thing's even more exotic than that gnoll we toyed with."

Avalyn shoved the dragon's muzzle away from her crotch. “That's enough, Beast." She tugged her breeches up, buttoned them, and joined Katrina beneath the dragon's underbelly. “You're right, Your Ladyship. That is quite the cock."

“Of course it is," Naramor said, his voice slightly more subdued than usual. “It belongs to a dragon. We are far more impressive than any other male!"

Katrina decided to allow the beast his subdued boasts for now. She held him in her hands, feeling over his intimate details. Most of the dragon's cock was as smooth as the sheath that held it. The ridges, though, were firm, and slightly textured. As her fingers trailed across them, Naramor whimpered, shivering against his restraints. His chains rattled. She worked her hands back to the beast's pointed tip, before tracing her fingers around the arrowhead-like flare that encircled it. Again, the dragon shuddered. Katrina glanced towards the creature's head. Naramor's jaws were clenched beneath his muzzle, struggling to keep from betraying his own pleasure.

“You'd better not be enjoying yourself, beast." Katrina winked at Avalyn. “Naughty dragons don't get to enjoy themselves without permission."

“Yes, you dirty lizard," Avalyn said, joining Katrina in exploring the dragon with her hands. “You're not to enjoy our touch. This is for our curiosity and amusement, not for your pleasure. Is that clear?"

The dragon gulped audibly. “Y-yes…But, if you-"

Katrina slapped the dragon's cock, bouncing it. “A 'yes' shall suffice, dragon."

“Yes!" Naramor jerked his head against the chains. “That hurts!"

“Good!" Katrina slapped the beast's member again. “It was intended too. Now, sit there and be silent while we examine you for…" She glanced at Avalyn. “Scientific purposes."

“Exactly." The other woman nodded. “And don't you dare even think about climaxing without her Ladyship's explicit permission."

Naramor gave a plaintive, nervous whimper. “But…if you keep stroking it--mmmpfff!"

The dragon's words were suddenly cut off, and replaced only with muffled noises as his muzzle tightened down, as if of its own accord. “No more talking, beast." Avalyn held a hand in the air, her fingers slightly contorted as she channeled her powers to cinch down the restraints around the dragon's jaws. “There. That's better."

“It certainly is," Katrina said, holding a hand up to her ear. “Finally, no more obnoxious, egotistical monsters talking my ear off."

“Shall we then, Your Ladyship?" Avalyn rested a hand on the top of the dragon's cock, slowly rubbing it.

“Absolutely." Katrina grasped the organ again, more firmly than before. “Just feel the smoothness of it."

“Very smooth indeed," Avalyn said, her hand gliding up and down in time with Katrina's. “Feels like you could stroke it all day long." She worked her hand back and forth from the dragon's ridges, to his tip and back again. “Just up and down, up and down."

Naramor shivered, his scales clicking. “Mmm!"

“Oh, quite easily, in fact." Katrina matched her motions. “It's like running your hands across velvet. It's so soft, it's almost stress relieving. I can't imagine anything would prevent you from caressing it to your heart's content." She scrunched her face. “Unless, of course, it were to say, start jumping around, and then retreat into it's hiding place."

Avalyn nodded, her fingers dancing down over the dragon's ridges. “That would be quite unfortunate. And, I should think…" One hand roamed all the way back to the dragon's balls, where she grasped one threateningly. “Worthy of a most severe punishment."

Katrina gripped the dragon's flared, pointed tip between her hands. She gently twisted them back and forth around it, earning a muffled whimper, and a larger shudder. “Oh, absolutely." She glanced at the muzzled beast. “Remember, creature. No enjoying yourself. And certainly no orgasms."

“You heard her, beast." Avalyn squeezed the dragon's ridges, lazily pumped her hands around them. The dragon groaned, his eyes rolling. “If you even think about spilling your seed without permission, the paddling your balls got earlier is going to feel like foreplay, compared to what we'll do to them next time."

Lady Katrina rubbed the dragon's tip in short, smooth strokes. His hips twitched against her touch. “I'd listen to her if I were you, dragon." A few drops of clear fluid ran down his length, only to be smoothed against his flesh by her palms. “She's got a pair of oversized clamps she's just been itching to put on something tender."

“I had them made for that damn gryphon, but he's been so obedient lately, I can't bring myself to try them out." Avalyn's hands worked higher, sliding halfway up the dragon's member, then back to down to his balls. “I'm sure they'd fit a dragon, right?"

Katrina smirked. “Probably. Though, if they're sized for punishing gryphon testicles, I'm not sure they'd fit quite so safely on a dragon."

Avalyn laughed. “Who said anything about safely? I'm sure they'd be fine."

Katrina worked her hands faster. “Like I said, dragon. You'd better just not finish. Perhaps you should warn us when you're getting close, just to be cautious."

“MMMH!" Naramor tossed his head. “Mmfff!"

Katrina shrugged. “I'm sorry, Beast, I'm afraid I can't understand what you're trying to say." She smirked at Katrina. “Shall we keep going?"

“Of course." Avalyn released the dragon to work some stiffness out of her arms, then repositioned herself. “If he can't hold back, it's his fault."

Together, the two women stroked the dragon in earnest. They worked together, often sharing a rhythm along with a motion. Katrina pumped the front half of the dragon's mating tool between both hands, while Avalyn did the same to the back. Now and then they paused their stroking to tease the beast's especially sensitive parts, instead. Katrina circled her fingers around his tip, and his spear-flare. Avalyn caressed his ridges, sometimes twisting her hand around them, other times working it up and down. All the while, the dragon struggled not to react. His hips twitched, his tail flagged, his balls tightened. A few muzzle-dampened sounds escaped him, a whimper here, a groan there. His breathing soon came in heaving snorts.

As their shared fondling continued, more slick, clear fluid dribbled from the tiny slit at his tip. They worked it against their hands, slickening the union of human and dragon skin. Sometimes they rubbed him in quick, powerful motions. Other times they dragged their hands up and down his length, almost teasingly slow. Whenever the dragon seemed as if he might be nearing the moment of no return, they backed off, and took to nothing more then light, gentle teasing. They played with his balls together, they tugged his member back and forth, then released it to watch it bounce.

Inevitably, they returned to pleasuring the dragon once again. Several times, they worked the beast up until he was clearly nearing his peak, only to back off once more. Once, they pulled their hands free just in time. The dragon's member pulsed and jumped, but only dribbled a little more than usual. The way Naramor sagged against his chains in disappointment made both ladies laugh, as did his hushed but frustrated groan. By then, it was hard to tell if the dragon was more afraid of being punished for an unpermitted orgasm, or of being left wanting entirely.

“That was awfully close, Beast." Katrina rested her hand on the dragon's faintly pulsing cock, steadying it. “Did someone forget what's going to happen if he erupts?"

“Yes, Dragon," Katrina said, teasing a single finger down the underside of his length. “If you make a mess without my permission, then these…" She slipped her finger all the way down between his balls. “Are going to have an especially terrible time when next we meet."

Naramor tried to look back at her, but the chains prevented it. He gave a few low whimpers and questioning whines.

“Are you trying to ask permission to reach your climax?" Katrina arched a brow.

The dragon huffed, a sound as frustrated as it was humiliated. He slowly nodded.

Lady Katrina tapped a finger to her chin. “You're going to beg me better than that."

Naramor did his best to glare at her. But, his embarrassed defiance soon gave way in the face of increasingly intense male desperation. Instead, he lowered his head as far as the chains would allow, and whined again. This time, his whining was far louder, and far more steady. The whimpers arrived an almost rhythmic series of noises, high pitched, stopping and starting constantly, like a hound begging for scraps at the time.

Katrina listened for several moments before she broke down into laughter. “I'm sorry, Dragon, but I still can't understand a word you're saying. Permission denied." She turned back towards Avalyn. “One more go?"

“Oh, certainly." Avalyn took the base of the dragon's cock between her hands once more. “Wanna see how close we can get him? Bet he won't be so desperate to cum knowing…" She raised her voice louder. “His balls will get kicked repeatedly before we put them clamps, if he does!"

Naramor's head shot up as far as his bindings would allow. He shook it, chains rattling. “NNNNH!"

Katrina ignored him. “Oh, kicked as well, now?" She grasped his mating tool anew, stroking it swift, steady motions.

“Well, it's a punishment, right?" Avalyn matched her pace, her hands constantly in motion, gliding across the dragon's ridges. “Besides, you've got to warm those silly things up a bit before you put them in the clamps."

Lady Katrina laughed, working her arms in steady, back and forth motions, providing the dragon as much surely-delightful friction as she possibly could. “Makes sense to me. Of course, he won't have to worry about it, as long as he doesn't cum in your hands. No matter how much he's just aching to erupt in a pair of human women's hands."

It was soon clear Naramor was doing all he could to avoid exactly that. His whole body had gone tense, almost as rigid as the organ the woman were pleasuring. His bound tail twitched. His hind legs flexed against the chains. The dragon's muffled vocalizations had turned from pleasure and need, to a desperate sort of frustration. His cock jumped in the woman's hand, and he grunted again. Naramor's member flexed, and Katrina had the distinct impression the dragon was literally trying to hold back his climax. She had no idea how exactly that worked for males, let alone male dragons. But she knew the creature's efforts would not last forever.

Katrina stroked him faster, harder, pushing him towards his inevitable eruption. Avalyn did the same, following Katrina's lead. Soon, the dragon's cock was somehow harder and hotter than ever in their hands. His body shook against his chains. Naramor's erection twitched steadily. He whimpered through his muzzle, shaking his head. A good deal more of pre-release liquids dripped from his tip. A few droplets hit the floor, a few more were smeared against his tip. Katrina smiled. Only a few more strokes, she was certain, and the dragon's seed would explode all across his belly scales, and the stony floor.

Except that it wouldn't.

Just as Naramor could hold it off no longer, Katrina released him. Avalyn immediately did the same. Both women took a few steps back, just in case. But while the dragon's tail flagged a few times, and his member pulsed beneath him, a couple of thicker dribbles were all that it released. The dragon panted and snorted for breath, right on the edge of ecstasy and punishment. His chained body shook, his face scrunched beneath the muzzle as he awaited the inevitable.

“And that, Your Ladyship," Avalyn said, flourishing a hand at the dragon's member. “Is as close as you can bring a dragon to orgasm without actually letting him cum."

“Fascinating." Katrina crossed her arms, tilting her head as if studying some new science experiment. “So, if we were to grab it again right now, stroke it a few times…"

“Then surely it would erupt." Avalyn reached out and ran a single finger along the underside of the dragon's erection. It twitched, but that was all. “Should we?"

Katrina murmured, feigning deep thought. The dragon slowly turned his head as far as the chains allowed, trying to stare back at her. Confusion had replaced the desperation and defiance in his eyes. She glanced at Naramor's head, then back at his still throbbing maleness. “No." Katrina clucked her tongue. “No, I don't think so. He hasn't earned the privilege of even an unpermitted orgasm, yet."

“As you wish." Avalyn slapped the dragon's balls, bobbling them around behind his erection. “Consider yourself lucky, dragon. Your balls are safe from my wrath, for now."

“Mmm?" The dragon struggled to look back along either side of his body at the woman who stood around him. “Mmmfff?"

“No, Dragon," Katrina said, shaking her head. “We're not going to make you cum today. We're going to leave you here with your cock sticking out, and your tongue tasting of us." She waved at his erection. “I'm sure that thing will go away, eventually."

“MMMFFF!" Naramor struggled against his chains in futile protest. “MRRRRH!"

Avalyn laughed as she walked around behind the beast, brushing her fingers across the underside of his tail. “Isn't it amazing? Get a male that close to an orgasm, and suddenly it's all they can think about it. A few moments ago, and he was clearly struggling to hold back his own release, just to protect his testicles. But the moment we stop toying with him, he throws a fit because he didn't get to finish."

Katrina scratched her cheek. “True enough." She smirked at her friend. “Do you suppose, some twisted part of that beast actually wanted us to punish his balls even more thoroughly?"

“I'm not sure, Your Ladyship." Avalyn studied the dragon, a grin creeping across her lips. “But we're going to have plenty of time to find out."

“That we shall. But for now…" Lady Katrina curled her arm around her friend's waist, turning her away from the beast. “I don't know about you, but I could use a hot bath to wash off all the dragon slobber."

“Agreed," Katrina said, following along at her side. “Might I also suggest a round of intense masturbation? Your Ladyship should enjoy a few more orgasms, whilst savoring thoughts of the dragon who wasn't allowed one."

Katrina laughed, smiling at her friend. “Oh, Avalyn, you do have the best ideas. I believe I'll do exactly that. Perhaps you'd even like to assist me."

Avalyn wrapped her around Katrina's waist in return, squeezing her hip. “Always, Your Ladyship."

“Thought you might." Katrina crossed her dungeon, towards the stairs. She paused only to glance back at her newest captive, offering Naramor a playful wave. “Goodbye, Dragon. See you tomorrow!"

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