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"Mmmm..." Sroth moaned through his bridle, hips rocking back and forth uncontrollably as he rode along in the back of the van. He couldn't help it anymore; the vibrator in the cockring his captor had put on him had been on for a while now and the sensations were just too strong for him to shut out. So his body thrust at the air, insisting that the feeling of tightness the sheath and cockring gave him meant he'd mounted a dragoness, and that he had to thrust if he wanted to keep feeling those pleasant sensations, or to feel more...

But the vibrator wasn't changing. It just went right along at that same speed, not slowing down or speeding up for even a moment, and no matter how hard he humped at the emptiness at his belly he just kept feeling that same light sensation, strong enough to keep him thrusting but not to get him anywhere near orgasm... And while just a tease had felt amazing at first, considering how long he'd been denied any stimulation before, it wasn't as much as he wanted to feel anymore, thrusting harder and faster as he tried to get more pleasure than just the vibrator would give him, but of course with nothing for him to grind against it didn't help one bit--not that it would have anyway. The rigid plastic sheath encasing his cock was, as he'd found countless times now, impossible to get even the slightest bit of sensation through, which meant he'd be stuck feeling this constant, wonderful-but-unbearable pleasure until it came off...

But his lust was too great for him to leave it at that; he wanted to climax so badly, and he had to try, no matter how impossible it seemed... he was too desperate not to. His four paws were not only balled up inside thick mitts but bound to the floor of the van, too far from his belly to reach, though, and his tail was strapped so it raised and curled up over his back like he was a presenting dragoness, so he couldn't use either of those to try. All that was free to move was his head and neck, but even that was more difficult now with the blindfold covering his eyes, and he curled his snout blindly down towards his belly, only able to guess where his trapped cock was. He jerked a little in surprise as the tip of the sheath poked one of his nostrils, then began to nuzzle against it, rubbing it with the smooth scales of his cheeks and nose, whining unhappily when once again it did nothing to help him. He could feel the plastic against his snout, he could feel the vibrations of the cockring resonating through it, but no matter how hard he pressed his head against the sheath his shaft felt none of that pressure, that rubbing, that he wanted so badly to feel... Just the constant squeeze and buzz of the sheath and cockring.

He couldn't get through the sheath... so the only other option was getting it off, but that was just as impossible! His claws were all useless in the mitts, the bridle strapped around his head kept his jaws tightly shut, and all he could reach the base of the plastic with was his snout anyway--but he had to try! He felt his way to the base of the cylinder with his nose, then pulled his lips back to expose his teeth; even if he couldn't open them and bite down on anything, the tip of his longest fang poked down far enough to be able to cut with if he tried hard enough. After a little work he was able to press the very tip of it between the base of the sheath and his belly, and he pulled as hard as he could away from his belly: nothing happened. The straps keeping the sheath in place were too tight and too strong, and the sheath didn't move even the width of a claw... He tried to get his fang farther into the gap, to see if he could at least touch himself that way, but he only found more plastic blocking his path and let his neck go slack after a moment; it was no use. The only way to remove the sheath was to unstrap it from his hindquarters, and the buckles had been shut with padlocks; even if his claws were free to work them he had no chance of getting them open.

Out of options, all Sroth could do was hump against his snout, moaning and shuddering in lust and denial as the vibrator continued to torment him. Why couldn't this game end already so he could get the orgasm his captor had promised him... How much more could he even be tied up, anyway? Any more and he wouldn't be able to move around at all. It was going to he hard enough to do anything blindfolded--he shivered at the thought of having to walk around without being able to see where he was going. Surely he was close to the end, surely completing just one more task would mean he'd won, and would finally be allowed to cum... He whined in need at the thought, thrusting still harder against his cheek.

The van ride was a short one, thankfully, and after just a few minutes the van came to a stop, then the doors behind him opened and the anchors that immobilized him released. He raised his head but didn't stop thrusting, nervous: how was he supposed to get out of the van without being able to see where he was going? Did his captor want him to have to try, and make a fool of himself by tumbling clumsily out again? After a moment, though, he heard footsteps, then a human who smelled like the driver walked into the van next to him and took hold of one of the straps on the bottom of his bridle, tugging it to get his attention.

"Walk backwards."

He whined, but stood and took a small, careful step towards the back of the van. Was his captor really impatient enough to have the driver force him to fall out of the van like this? His shivering increased as he took another couple of shuffling steps, but then on his next the hind paw he'd moved found an angled surface a little below the floor of the van: a ramp! He wouldn't have to fall out of the van after all, he sighed with relief, and increased his speed the little that he could without tripping against the spreader bar between his hind paws or chain that linked his forepaws and falling over. A few more paces brought him to the bottom of the ramp, and at another tug on his bridle he stopped, whimpering quietly at the pain as the unspoken order made the bit dig into his gums.

He growled quietly as the driver took a few steps away from him; why couldn't he have used the ramp to get in and out of the van before being blindfolded? It certainly would have made things easier... But then his captor wouldn't have been able to watch him fall clumsily out of the van when trying to move about in his restraints, and he was tied up for the human's amusement... He growled again at the thought, but there was nothing he could do about it, and he'd much rather appease his captor in exchange for the orgasm he was really starting to need than resist and be punished for it.

Sroth raised his snout and took a deep breath to try to get his bearings. He smelled more forest, still with the familiar air of the lands not far from his territory, the fumes of the van's exhaust only slightly marring the scents of nature, and-- Aroused dragoness. He could smell an aroused dragoness, he was sure! The odor was weak but definitely there, and it forced his attention once again to his arousal and the light stimulation that teased it, making him shudder, rock his hips and moan with lust. Please let this be my final task, he thought, and please let the female I can smell be my reward, to use for the climax I'll get once I win the game...

"Are you listening, my captive dragon?" the voice in his ear said.

He moaned again and bobbed his head, still thrusting, and did his best to ignore his lust enough to hear what he would have to do for what he hoped would be his final task.

His captor chuckled. "From the look of things, you've already caught wind of the dragoness in these woods not far from you. Your task is to find her, mount her and make her orgasm, all in less than thirty minutes--her master can only let me keep her for a little while, and she has to go away with him when the thirty minutes are up. The dragoness is willing to mate with you, but she's tied up so she can't come find you herself, so you have to track her down with your ears and your nose... The only true rule to obey for this task is the time limit; we're deep enough in the woods that this task won't be interrupted. Do you understand what you must do?"

Whining out of the back of his throat, he curled his head around and felt along his belly with his cheek until he found the sheath, then nosed at it pointedly and whined again, humping his snout for a few moments. He didn't have to perform this task with that awful plastic keeping him from actually feeling it when he mounted her, did he?

"Yes, that sheath covering your penis is what you will be using to stimulate her," the voice laughed. "Are you ready?"

Sroth groaned softly to himself, but bobbed his head after a moment. Sure, the task required him to mate with the dragoness with the sheath on, but maybe after he won he'd be allowed to take her again--without his cock coated in plastic that time.

"Then your thirty minutes begin... now."

He raised his head to sniff at the air again, carefully, to see which direction the wind--and the dragoness' scent--was coming from: his left. But taking in more of the scent meant he couldn't ignore his arousal any longer and he went back to rocking his hips full-force, his attention focused solely on her smell and on the vibrations and pressure on his shaft, groaning and shaking with need as all he could feel was the same light pleasure he'd been enjoying--and hating--since the end of the fourth task. He just stood there for a few moments, fighting to control his lust, then turned and set out in the direction of the dragoness he searched for, waddling slowly along and humping the air beneath his belly as he went.

Sroth hobbled along for a few steps, growling with frustration that he couldn't move any faster--he didn't dare try to hop as he had in the previous two tasks without being able to see where he was going. He could smell her arousal, he wanted to mount her so badly, he only had half an hour to find her and take her, and yet he couldn't even manage to move faster than one clumsy, rump-swinging half-step at a time! Growling again and baring his teeth, he tried to take a larger step and nearly fell over--then his snout ran right into a tree.

He yelped in surprise and winced, pulling his head backwards, the tip of his snout smarting more from shock than pain. He growled again, tail lashing within the straps that forced him to hold it up and over his back, then slowly extended his head until the tip of his snout found the tree again, and once he was sure where it was he carefully walked around it before continuing on. This would be so much easier if only he could see where he was going... But thanks to the black cloth wrapped around his head, all he saw was blackness.

Pressing on, he only made it a few more steps before finding, and getting a hard rap on the nose from, another tree. He snorted angrily and went around it, then had an idea: if he curled his neck so he was facing backwards, then the tougher scales of his neck would hit any trees instead of his face, and it wouldn't hurt so much... There was no point in facing forward when he couldn't see anyway. It felt weird for the first couple of steps, but he forced himself to move and got back to his steady-but-horribly-slow pace after a moment. His previous collisions with trees made him shiver a little in nervousness even though his head was protected now, and the quaking made the shaking of his hindquarters even worse, hips rocking violently back and forth as he continued to thrust instinctually at the sensations teasing his hard cock.

His method worked, and he made his way onward through the woods without running too painfully into any more trees, even managing to fight through a couple of bushes he walked into without realizing without his restraints getting caught or tangled in them. But the farther he went the stronger the musk of aroused dragoness became, and he thrust even harder at the air as her scent only made him want her more--if only he could find her! The next time he found a tree he ran right into the center of it, and it was all he could do not to rear back and start humping the tree--he felt like he was so needy now that he could ride a tree hard enough to knock it down. But no, he growled, and forced himself to keep going around it. He could smell dragoness on the wind, he was getting closer, and mounting her would be so much more satisfying... Sure, he wouldn't be able to feel it, but this had to be the final task, and his reward after doing that would feel so incredible... He shuddered at the thought and nearly fell over.

Her scent was nearly overpowering now, and he couldn't help but think as he imagined mounting the dragoness who waited for him: what if it was Saya? He'd been taken from his cave, after all, and Saya lived so close to him... It would have been little trouble to capture her at the same time. But no, Saya couldn't possibly be willing to let him mount her in such a situation, as his captor had said this dragoness was... and as he took another deep breath he was close enough now to be able to distinguish her unique scent--it wasn't Saya. Though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing...

Sroth continued on, still thrusting, still growling in frustration at not being able to move any faster, and forced his way through a few more bushes, around more trees, having to stop and backtrack a couple of times when either the chain linking his forepaws or the spreader bar got caught on something, probably protruding tree roots. Then his forepaws hit a sharp slope, but his neck didn't feel anything so he kept going. His paws found some kind of uneven plateau after another step, a couple paces to cross that, then down again--before his hind paws had even started up the slope. What was it? He tried to keep walking but then the spreader bar caught on something, and he swung his head around to investigate whatever was between his fore and hind legs: it smelled like tree, and it was fairly wide, but it wasn't very tall and the top was uneven--it was a tree stump. After a moment the tip of the sheath rubbed against it as his hips rocked, and then before he knew it he lowered his belly and started grinding against the top of the stump.

The combination of the scent of aroused dragoness, his own lust and the relentless stimulation of the cockring was so powerful that he didn't even realize what he was doing for almost half a minute, and when he did he couldn't get himself to stop. His body wanted him to hump something so badly, certain that doing so would increase the pleasure and bring him to orgasm... But no, he didn't have much time, and he had to find the dragoness and mount her, not this tree stump! He had to have been walking for at least ten minutes already, and who could tell how long he would have to mate with her before she reached orgasm... And besides, humping her would be so much more satisfying! Snarling with determination, he hobbled backwards to get the stump out from beneath him, then made his way around it and waddled on. She had to be close...

"There you are!"

Sroth stopped and put his head forward again at the voice. It had been muffled, but audible, and had come from not far ahead of him...

"Come on, you big handsome dragon, come here! You've almost made it!"

It was the dragoness! He nearly purred, he was so happy, and started to shuffle towards her again--only to run into another tree after a few steps.

"Careful now, big boy," she laughed, but oh, her laugh was so much more pleasing to hear than his captor's... "I'd come guide you, but I'm tied up and I can't move. You only have another few trees to pass, then you'll be in the clearing with me..."

He moaned at the thought of mounting her--he was so close!--then went around the tree he'd run into and started to move carefully forward again. Every fiber of his being wanted to leap forward, find the dragoness and take her until he didn't have the strength to thrust any longer, but he couldn't see her, he couldn't move that quickly...

"Just follow the sound of my voice... it's not far. I'm here in the middle of a clearing, facing you, and I'm tied on top of a fallen tree." He heard her grunt, probably struggling against her bonds, as he found and circumvented a wide tree. "My forelegs and hind legs are wrapped around the tree trunk with the paws chained together and anchored to the wood, so none of them can move, and the tree is too strong to do much damage to... My neck is tied to the tree too, extended all the way forward so I can't move my head at all, I'm muzzled..." That explained why her voice was muffled, he thought as he squeezed between two more trees. "My wings are tied to my back, and there are some straps on my tail that force me to raise it... And my rump is right up at the end of the log, so there won't be anything in your way when you mount me."

He moaned and shivered at the thought as he rounded another tree, bucking a little at the thought of taking her.

"That's it, you're in the clearing now!" she purred. "Oh, please hurry, I don't know how much time we have left... My master hasn't let me orgasm, or feel any pleasure at all, for the last couple of weeks and he said that will continue a few weeks longer if you can't make me cum."

Now that he was out in the open--or so she said--he extended his snout forward again, sniffing at the air and trying to find the bound dragoness. She smelled so hot, she was right there, he just couldn't see her... He whined in frustration at his blindness and continued to waddle forward, trying to find her so he could make his way to her rump and mount her and thrust deep inside of her and...

"I'm a little to your right," she said. "If you swing your head as far right as you can you'll feel the base of my neck, then go left from there to get to my hindquarters... Come on, you tied-up stud, I want to feel you inside me!" The dragoness let out a lusty growl that he couldn't help but answer with a deep growl of his own, following her instructions and touching his snout to the base of her neck, then turning left, feeling his side rub against hers until finally he arrived at her rump.

He paused for just a moment to smell her, and the scent of her arousal was so powerful at its source that he shuddered down the whole length of his body in lust. This was going to be incredible... Groaning in anticipation, he turned, reared back and stepped carefully towards her until he could feel her tail against his belly, then thrust slowly forward until he felt the base of the sheath press against his belly as its tip met some resistance--

"No!"

Her voice was so sharp that it somehow cut through his urge to thrust the rest of the way forward. Why did he have to stop? She had just said she wanted him inside her, and he'd finally found his way to her... What was wrong?

"Please don't do that... My sex is slick enough from seeing how hot you look tied up like that, but there's no lube in my tailhole and that really would have hurt. Aim lower, please..."

Oh. He tilted his head, lowered his belly a little, then thrust forward again... "Yes, right there," she purred, and he eagerly drove the rest of the way into her.

It wasn't until the scales of his belly met the scales of her flanks that he remembered: no matter how amazing this felt for her, he wouldn't be getting any more stimulation than what the sheath and vibrating cockring had been giving him for what felt like hours now. He still obeyed the overwhelming instinct to thrust, but whined unhappily when he heard her cry out softly with pleasure and knew he couldn't share the sensations with her. But if he made her cum then he would complete the task, and he couldn't think of any way he could be even more helpless so this had to be the last one... and if it was the last one then he would finally be allowed to climax himself once he finished it. And to make her cum, he had to thrust as if he really was sharing the experience with her, which meant he had to keep going!

She moaned and shivered beneath him as he picked up speed, his body still eager to hump her even though he knew it wouldn't give him any more pleasure. Even being fully embedded in a dragoness' vent didn't change how the sheath felt around his shaft, or how the cockring teased him, and even though he was happy--and even further aroused--to hear her cry out softly at the feelings he was giving her he couldn't help but whimper with need as the dragoness he was mounting was able to mate and feel the wonderful sensations all the way up to her climax but he felt nothing more than the same stimulation he'd been tormented by for so long. Please let this be the final task, he thought, thrusting still harder into her. I can't take much more of this...

After riding the dragoness for another couple of minutes she shuddered and reached her climax, howling in ecstasy and thrashing in her restraints. He could only keep thrusting through her peak and moan with frustration as not one of the contractions of her sex made it through the sheath that denied him; feeling the dragoness' orgasm had always been his favorite part of mating, it was usually what brought him to his own climax, and he hadn't been able to feel any of it. Whining again, he continued to thrust even after she went still beneath him, his body's urges too powerful to control. This wasn't fair, he wanted to cum too, like she just had!

The dragoness growled softly at him. "Thank you so much... That felt incredible, and you're such a hot dragon... but please stop," she said, her voice a little shaky.

Somehow Sroth found the will to listen to her, and instead of backing up just rolled to the side, tumbling off of her and coming to a stop on his belly again, off to her right. Once he had his paws under him he immediately resumed his uncontrollable humping and whimpering, this time pressing himself against the ground as he strove to get that stimulation he just couldn't seem to find. Oh, he needed that orgasm so much...

"You poor thing..." she purred. "I'd help you if I could, but I'm as stuck to this tree as you are inside that plastic. And besides, you wouldn't be wearing that if you had permission to cum, so you should know better than to try... A pet's master most often rewards a pet dragon with an orgasm for good behavior, or at least that's how I was taught."

He just howled through his bridle in a mixture of anger and frustration. He wasn't a pet, he was a free dragon, and he was only doing this because he had no other choice... not because he wanted to make his captor happy with him. At least the task was over with, but unless this was the end of the game, as he hoped, that didn't mean his lust would go away...

After a few minutes of grinding himself uselessly against the ground he was dimly aware of hearing two humans walk into the clearing; one smelled like the driver of his van, but the other was unfamiliar. Was it his captor, come to take off the sheath and let him climax now that he'd won the game? But then the dragoness said, "thank you for letting me orgasm, master!" So the other human must have been her master, not his... "Will you let me play with him again sometime?"

Sroth growled at the notion; he'd better not be trapped in this bondage gear long enough for another opportunity like this one to come up.

"If his master says it's all right, my pet," said the unfamiliar human, "but I don't know what his plans are for him, so I can't say if he'll be available the next time you deserve a big reward."

He could hear the clink of chains, then a groan and the footsteps of a dragon: the dragoness must have been released. "Thank you, master," she purred again, then, "ooh... who's that for?"

Moaning, he raised his head blindly and looked towards where he thought he could smell the driver. Was he going to have to just lie there and continue to suffer until she left without even being told if he'd completed the task or not? The stimulation of the vibrator was making it so hard for him to think... Couldn't he just get his 'reward' now, either for having completed the task or winning the game? Every moment he had to feel the buzz of the cockring without being able to increase the stimulation by humping something was torture...

"It's for him," the driver said, making him whine nervously. What was for him? Was it something he could thrust into that would finally let him cum?

"Can we stay long enough to watch, master?"

Her master chuckled. "Certainly, my pet... I'm interested to see myself."

Sroth whined again; what did they want to see? He struggled to his feet only for his captor to finally speak to him. "Congratulations!" the voice in his ear said, a voice that he finally realized was male, based on what the dragoness' master had said--but it wasn't just in his ear this time, he noticed, he could also hear the voice coming from some sort of loudspeaker over by the driver. "You have completed your sixth task. It sounds like the dragoness you mounted enjoyed what you gave her... Did you enjoy being able to help her out?"

He moaned and rubbed his snout against the sheath again, shivering. He would enjoy it a lot more if the damned plastic was about to come off...

"You should be glad to be allowed to help others. That dragoness might have gone another month in chastity if you hadn't mounted her; isn't it nice to know that you were able to help out another of your kind?"

She wasn't 'his kind' if she thought her proper place was at some human's heel, he thought with a growl, but didn't shake his head; the whole clearing--and his captor--would be angry at him if he did and he was in no position to defend himself.

"Anyway, it's time to give you your next piece of gear before taking you off to your next task..."

Sroth cried out softly through his bridle, still rocking his hips uncontrollably. No, no more, he couldn't take this torture any longer!

"If you don't like it, then I suggest you focus yourself on completing the remaining tasks, because that's the only way you'll be allowed to orgasm. Until then, it's time for the next piece of gear for you to wear."

He heard a human walk over--the driver, his nose told him--then his blindfold tightened for a moment, something touched his cheek beneath it and he heard a pair of snapping sounds. All he could do was stand and wonder for a moment, but then he felt a tug on the bit of his mouth: he'd been given reins.

...that was it? he growled to himself. Reins?

"Now that the driver can more easily lead you around, he'll guide you to your new piece of gear."

So this wasn't it... But what was his 'reward,' then? he wondered as he felt the driver pull on his reins again and grudgingly followed the human across the clearing, towards the dragoness and her master. He couldn't think of anything else that could be done to him that wouldn't prevent him from moving, so what could this next piece of bondage gear be?

The driver led him over to where the dragoness waited, then turned him around so he was facing the center of the clearing again--or he thought he was, anyway; it was hard to keep track of directions when he couldn't see and when the incessant vibrations distracted him so much. He thought he heard the dragoness giggle quietly, then his captor spoke again.

"Your reward is the dildo that lies beneath your tail; you must sit on it to take it inside of you."

"Nnn!" he howled, shaking his head back and forth, shivering, tail lashing the little it could and claws clenching in their mitts. No! No, he wouldn't, he wouldn't let himself be penetrated like he was a dragoness! He had to find a way to stop it, to get away... He thrashed desperately in his restraints, pulling back against the reins, trying to rear back and somehow strike the driver with his forepaws to knock him away, but the human's grip on his reins was too strong, he couldn't rear back and balance there with his tail bound and with the vibrator making him thrust so much, he couldn't reach the human with his paws bound together and balled up in their mitts... The driver heaved on the reins and forced his head to the ground, and he eventually stopped fighting back, shaking in a mixture of arousal and fear.

"To refuse to accept a new piece of gear is to refuse to perform a task," his captor said sternly. "You may suffer the torment of orgasm denial for a couple of weeks, or you may obey me and take that dildo inside you. What will you choose?"

Sroth whimpered, still shaking. He wouldn't let himself be violated like this... but a couple of hours of light stimulation had been bad enough; he couldn't even imagine how horrible it would be to be tortured by stronger vibrations for two whole weeks! Choosing between that and having his tailhole penetrated... How could he tell which was worse? They sounded equally horrible--but if he accepted the dildo he would be a step closer to that orgasm his body was so desperate for, and the thought of having to wait two full weeks for release scared him so much... It was either preserve his pride, or be allowed to cum sooner... But what pride did he even have left, after all he'd done at the human's command? He'd already been humiliated so much by everything he'd had to do... Moaning at the thought, he realized it would be better to accept the dildo than prolong his captivity, and this torture.

"Will you obey me?"

Whimpering again, he tilted his head ever so slightly.

"Good dragon. The toy has already been well-lubricated, so it won't hurt unless you try to fight it." The tension in the reins slackened, then he heard the driver walk behind him, and a moment later the voice continued. "Just relax, and sit down on it..."

He shivered and whined, but slowly lowered his rump to the ground, trying not to think about what he was doing, how humiliating it was, how cowardly it was to willingly do something like this... He felt something firm and slick poke against his tailhole, then begin to force it open, and he stood up again with a cry at the strange sensation, his whole body shuddering. "Nn! Nn-nnn! Nnn-nnn!" he begged, shaking his head. He couldn't do it, he couldn't do this to himself... There had to be something he could to do stop this!

"Shh, shh, it's all right," his captor said, his voice surprisingly soft and kind. "Relax. It won't hurt you... Just relax, don't fight it, take it slowly, and it won't hurt one bit... You might even like it. You can do it, dragon, sit down on the toy... You know this is better than being punished..."

Sroth whimpered so quietly even he could barely hear the sound, and after a moment relented; the human was right, this wasn't nearly as bad as the denial he would have to suffer otherwise... He fought to still his hips, then again lowered himself to the ground, tail and wings twitching nervously as he went. "Relax, my pet," his captor said, then he felt the tip of the toy against his rump again but forced himself to keep going this time, and moaned unhappily as it spread his tailhole open and started to slide inside. His instincts screamed at him to clench down against it, to stand up and get it out of him, but when he tightened the muscles around it for the briefest of moments he gasped at the pain that shot through his hindquarters and immediately let them go slack again.

"That's it, keep going, stay relaxed..."

He moaned again and lowered himself further onto the toy, shivering at the unfamiliar feeling of the smooth, slightly tapered shaft sliding in under his tail. It seemed to go more easily once the first bit was in, and the pleasant sensations from the cockring almost made its entry feel... good? No, no, he couldn't possibly enjoy being violated like this, how humiliating it was, how much he hated having to do it to himself... The dragoness giggled and started to purr, making him moan again and his face flush hot with embarrassment; how could she be amused by watching him do this?

"Good dragon, you're more than halfway there..."

Whining, he continued to press his rump down onto the toy, shuddering at the sensation of the dildo sliding farther and farther inside, spreading him open, feeling so strange, so-- so good... He couldn't keep his hips from rocking forward a little despite how hard he was trying to keep them still as the feeling of the toy invading him somehow made him more aroused, giving him some new stimulation that somehow made him want to thrust even more than he had right after mounting the dragoness... He moaned and clenched his hind claws tight as finally his rear reached the ground, the dildo pressing deep inside of him, giving him the odd sensation of fullness that felt far better than he would ever admit and making him hump at the air again, shivering at the new feeling of the toy rubbing against his insides as he thrust.

"Very good," said his captor, then he felt a new strap close around the base of his tail, and when he tried to wriggle his tail the little it could he felt the toy move a tiny bit inside him: the strap was attached to the toy, and probably ensured that it couldn't come out. Whimpering and shuddering at the strange sensation, he stood up again, head drooping in shame as he continued to hump at the air and somehow be more aroused by the feeling of the dildo inside him. How had he let this happen?

"Nothing quite like watching a wild dragon get fully broken down. I've always liked your methods," the dragoness' master said. "Time to go, my pet; say goodbye, then we'll head out."

He heard the dragoness approach him. "Thank you again for the orgasm you gave me," she purred, and nuzzled his cheek. "You have no idea how hot it was to watch you take that dildo in your tail like that... I hope you're enjoying it," she nuzzled him again, and chuckled as her scent, her touch and her words only made him thrust harder, still desperate for sensation despite the added pleasure the dildo gave him, still so far from climax... "And I hope to see you again soon." Then she was gone, walking away with her master and leaving him alone in the clearing with the van driver.

His reins tugged him forward again. "Follow me back to the van," the human said simply.

Sroth whimpered and began to hobble along behind him, shuddering anew as his steps brought another new feeling from the toy in his rear, every movement shifting the dildo a little as the surrounding muscles expanded and contracted while he walked. The sensations made him moan with arousal and hump uncontrollably at the air yet again, waddling shakily along behind the human as only the pull of his reins was enough to remind him to keep walking instead of just collapsing and grinding himself as hard as he could against the ground. Every few moments lust made his cock bob and the muscles of his tailhole clench, making him wince with pain even as the reminder that he was so tightly filled somehow aroused him even more.

The walk back to the van seemed to pass in an instant, he was so distracted by the vibrator and the dildo stuffed into his tail, and unlike the walk there he wasn't slowed by any trees or bushes; evidently there was a path linking the two clearings that his blindfold hadn't allowed him to see. The driver led him up the ramp and into the van, then tied him down again to move on to the next task--but in addition to the anchors holding his paws in place, his reins were also tied to something on the wall separating him from the driver's compartment, keeping him from moving his head very far.

He shivered, hips still rocking, as the driver closed the doors behind him, then moaned and thrust even harder when he tried to sit down and the floor pressed the dildo a little farther into him. He quickly picked his rump up off the floor again, shuddering, then realized that the reins wouldn't let him move his head anywhere near enough to reach the sheath that encased his cock. Whining and shivering at the feeling of the vibrating cockring and the toy that plugged his tailhole, he could only crouch there and rock his hips as he waited for the van to take him to his next task.