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All Sroth knew anymore was his arousal. The hood his captor had given him took away his sight and his hearing, and with nothing to smell in the back of the van he had no way of distracting himself from the stimulation that tormented him. All he knew, all he cared about, was the snug pressure of the cockring and the plastic sheath encasing his penis, the vibrations that made him shiver and thrust, and the dildo stuffed in his tailhole that pressed deeper into him every time he rocked his hips, making him moan with lust and hump the air even harder. The sensations felt so wonderful, but so horrible at the same time... He'd been trapped at that same level of arousal for so long now, teased so much without being able to orgasm, that every moment that passed without the pleasure increasing seemed like torture. But he couldn't even try to free himself from the sheath that kept him from touching himself anymore; his four paws were trapped within mitts and anchored to the floor, his tail was harnessed, and his head was leashed to the wall in front of him. All he could do was keep thrusting, keep grinding against the dildo in his rump, and wait for release.

He had no way of concentrating on anything other than his horrible need, it had grown so powerful, and not even the swaying of the van as it drove him to his next task was enough to shake his mind from its singular drive, to thrust, to press the dildo deeper into him, to go harder and harder until he reached his climax... The pressure of the sheath felt almost like a dragoness' vent around his cock, his body was so certain that if he just humped a little harder, a little faster, the sensations would increase and he would finally get the orgasm he wanted so desperately. But it was useless, it didn't help him feel anything more, and no matter how hard he thrashed in his restraints he couldn't find a way to get out, to get the sheath off him, to increase the stimulation as much as he wanted, needed...

How long had he been tortured like this? some distant part of his mind wondered. He couldn't even remember what it was like not to have the cockring and its vibrator keeping him hard, making him want to thrust, the sheath that trapped him and wouldn't let him touch himself... and even the dildo in his rear seemed familiar, necessary, like a part of him now. Had it been hours? Days? A week? Maybe it was all some horrible nightmare and he would wake up soon, but no, it felt so real, it had to be real! He shuddered and humped uselessly at the air even harder as the tip of the dildo again pressed against that spot inside of him that felt so good to be touched... But it did nothing to help him, and he whimpered into his gag in denial as he once again failed to find some way to increase the sensation.

"It's time," said his captor through the tiny speaker in his earhole.

Sroth screamed, thrashing powerfully in his bonds; please let this be the last task, he thought desperately, let this be the end, let me cum... "Mmmmph!" he howled, wincing as the earplugs made his cries echo oddly in his head, shaking all over and thrusting even harder, barely able to listen anymore.

"Your eighth task is about to begin. You will be led to an open space in the park, a large square near the entrance, and your task will be to make your way to a certain location. Obviously you can't see or hear to find the spot; instead, you will find your way by paying attention to that vibrator--the closer you get, the higher it will go. But don't let it distract you too much, because you only have twenty minutes to get to the finish."

He shuddered and moaned past his cock-gag at the thought, sucking on it for a moment to swallow the built-up saliva and wishing that he could suck on his own cock instead of the rubber imitation stuffed between his jaws. His arousal was so overpowering already, and if the vibrator turned any higher, he might not even be able to bring himself to move, he would need to thrust so badly...

"This is your final task. Complete it, and you will get the orgasm I promised. Do you understand what you must do?"

Sroth nearly purred at the thought. He was so close! He would finally be let out, finally be able to orgasm, finally get to the end of this torture... But he had to complete the task first. He bobbed his head and tugged against his leash; the sooner he could get moving, the better.

"Good dragon. The only rule for this task is the time limit; considering how helpless you are, if you somehow find a way to escape then you deserve to--not that it's possible," he chuckled. "And besides, I'm sure you'd rather let someone else help you climax than do it yourself."

He moaned and pressed his rump against the floor to drive the dildo deeper into himself again. He didn't want to escape, he just wanted to cum...

"The driver will lead you to the starting point, and the task will begin when I tell you."

A few moments later he felt something press against the end of his snout, and despite his body's reluctance he moaned, stopped grinding his rump against the floor of the van and stood, shuffling slowly backwards down the ramp from the back of the van to the ground outside, humping at the air beneath his belly all the while. He whined at the loss of sensation of not being able to press the dildo farther into him, but the strange, somehow pleasant feeling of the toy shifting inside him as he walked seemed to take its place well enough. Once he reached the end of the ramp the pressure against his nose went away, leaving him to moan, thrust and shudder at the constant, light stimulation that tormented him, all outside contact lost for that moment, then his leash tugged his head to the left and he had to follow once again. He waddled almost unconsciously along behind the driver, not caring where he might be going, who might be seeing him bound and exposed like this, how humiliating all of it was... All was overridden by his lust, his body's cries to thrust harder and increase the sensation so he could finally orgasm, and he whined again and again into his gag as the teasing never changed no matter how hard he rocked his hips.

The driver pressed a hand to his nose after what felt like just a moment--it was impossible to keep track of time in his state--and he stopped again, shivering and raising his tail as high and as far forward as his restraints would let him so it would pull against the strap attached to the dildo and move it a little farther into his tailhole. It was the only way he could find to stimulate himself further, and he would do anything he could to find his way to climax...

"You are now at the starting point," his captor said, the sudden noise jarring enough after the near-silence before that he found a way to listen somehow. "Begin."

Growling with determination, Sroth hobbled forwards as quickly as he could; he had to do this, he had to win the game, or who could tell how long he would be trapped, how long he would suffer... But without anything to look at, anything to hear, anything for some other part of his body to feel there was no way to distract himself from the toys that teased him, and after only a couple of steps the vibrations and the feelings of the dildo rubbing against the inside of his rump had him thrusting at air again, hobbling more slowly, moaning with lust at the sensation... He tried to focus and just managed to keep moving forward, hoping there was nothing in his path--but the vibrator didn't seem to be moving any faster, it just buzzed along at that same horribly low speed; this wasn't the right way. Whining, he turned his head left, then right, but it was impossible to tell which direction to go with his sight and hearing gone and his sense of smell useless... He'd have to guess.

He carefully turned left and took a few shaky steps in that direction, then a few more--was the vibrator getting stronger? It took another couple of paces to be sure, but then he shuddered and didn't dare take another step for fear of falling over as the vibrator did turn a little higher. He moaned again into his gag and thrust powerfully at the air beneath him, claws clenching with pleasure at the stronger sensation... But it still wasn't enough, didn't get him anywhere close to the stimulation he needed to get to orgasm; it felt a little better, but the denial was still so horrible, and after turning his head to nuzzle blindly at the sheath for a moment he forced himself to start walking again. He didn't have time to stand around this!

The vibrator got a little bit stronger with every step he took, making him cry out softly at the feeling and hump even harder at the dragoness his body was sure was beneath him, struggling forward now not to complete the task but to increase the stimulation. His whole body was shaking now, muscles clenching almost randomly and making him wince with pain as he strained unconsciously against his bonds, clenched on the dildo in his rear, bit down on the metal spacer protecting the base of the cock-gag from his teeth... And his thrusting only grew stronger, faster, more erratic as the vibrations increased, each step bringing him a little more pleasure, getting him a little closer to his climax. He had to be getting close...

But then his snout ran into something, and he jerked back for a moment before slowly extending his nose until it ran into whatever was in front of him again, something big, hard, flat and unyielding that smelled of stone... A wall. There was a wall in his way, and he had to find his way around it. But no, he was sure he was close, he whined, pushing against the barrier with his shoulder as if he could somehow bring it down... He wanted the vibrator to keep getting stronger, but this was in his way!

It took a little while, but eventually he forced himself to stop trying to find a way through the wall and just go around. He turned and began to walk again along the wall, keeping a shoulder pressed against it to be sure he would be able to turn again as soon as it ended... But now instead of his steps increasing the sensation, the vibrator was actually slowing down, and he whimpered as thrusting harder did nothing to bring back the stimulation that faded away... No, no, he wanted to feel more, not less! But he forced himself to keep walking, even if he couldn't stop himself from whimpering unhappily, until the contact against his shoulder disappeared and he was able to return to the right direction.

He groaned with pleasure as the very first step after he'd passed the end of the wall increased the strength of the vibrator once again, thrusting powerfully at the air. Surely he was getting close now, it couldn't be too far away... The vibrator grew still more powerful as he stumbled forward another few steps, then another, having to stop every few moments now to regain his balance and hump at nothing for a little while, his lust was building so strongly, and it was all he could do not to collapse and grind himself against the ground. It felt so incredible after having to suffer the unchanging sensations for so long, and now they finally were increasing, getting him closer and closer to orgasm, making him shudder from snout to rear with desire... If the vibrator turned much higher, he realized, it might be enough for him to orgasm!

Sroth managed another few clumsy, waddling steps, but finally the vibrator was just too high for him to shut out his lust and he dropped to the ground, belly grinding hard against the pavement beneath him, moaning with lust at the sensations, the cockring's vibrations making his shaft throb with need, the dildo in his tail feeling even better now that he was so close... He had almost found his way to climax, just another few steps forward and he'd be there! But oh, the vibrator felt so good, and his body was content to just keep humping the ground, certain that thrusting harder would be enough...

It wasn't. Despite how strongly the cockring buzzed now it still wasn't quite enough, and he howled with need as the pleasure peaked what felt like just a moment from orgasm, thrusting as hard as he could and pulling just as hard with his tail on the dildo, hind paws fighting the spreader bar so he could better brace and press himself against the ground. He was so close! Just a little more... Just another step forward and it would be enough, he was sure!

Trembling, he forced himself to stand again and took that last step--but there was no change! He howled again in denial, then swung his head in both directions; maybe the spot was close, but just a couple steps to one side... And again, there was no way to know but to guess and feel what happened. Finally he chose left, hobbling that way as best he could...

It worked, the vibrator got even stronger! He let momentum carry him forward now, taking another step, eyes closing tight behind the hood in ecstasy; one more step, another few moments of these wonderful sensations, and he'd finally orgasm!

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, and the vibrator turned off.

"Mmmmmmph!" Sroth howled in despair, collapsing against the ground and humping as hard as he could against it, body doing everything in its power to bring back the wonderful feelings that had so suddenly vanished, but no matter how hard he tried he felt nothing... No! No, this could only mean one thing: he'd failed, he'd come so far and he'd failed so close to the end, so close to his climax, so close to freedom... He had failed, and now he'd be trapped and denied until his captor had the mercy to let him go...

Then his captor spoke. "Congratulations! You have won the game."

He could only howl again, still thrusting powerfully against the ground. If he'd won, then why had the vibrator stopped, why wasn't he feeling anything, why couldn't he cum!?

"Relax, my dragon... You will get your orgasm in a minute. I just need the driver to put you in the proper gear for it. You know it will feel incredible; can't you wait just another minute for it? You've waited so long, so surely you can survive a moment longer..."

Sroth finally nodded--though he couldn't still his hips no matter how hard he tried.

"Good dragon. Relax, and let the driver get you into position."

He whimpered quietly into his gag, then after a moment heard another voice, the driver's, also coming through the earpiece. "Stand."

It took some effort, but he'd come down just a bit from the level of arousal the vibrator had taken him to and was able to obey after a moment.

"Hold still."

"Mmmm," Sroth grunted, then felt metal bars press against all his limbs, his neck, his chest and belly... One by one straps fixed his body to those thick bars, immobilizing him in a crouched position, forelegs folded beneath his chest and hind legs extended, leaving his rump in the air like he was a dragoness presenting to a dragon. And there was even already a dildo in his rear, accepting the display... A little wave of arousal raced through him and he tried to hump the air, but he could only move his hindquarters the width of a claw, and the rest of him couldn't move at all! Was all this really necessary? he thought, whining impatiently. He just wanted to cum...

Then the straps that bound the sheath to him loosened, and he gasped with relief as he felt the cockring and sheath slide off of him, exposing his length to the air. If only he could touch it! He squirmed for a moment, but none of his paws could move even an inch, or his head or tail; he would have to wait for someone else to give him the orgasm he wanted so badly. But then another slightly different-feeling sheath and cockring slid onto him, and he moaned unhappily--what was going on? How was he supposed to climax with that stuff on, if he couldn't be stimulated through it?

One final strap closed around his hindquarters, securing this new sheath in place, then his captor said, "ready?"

"Mmmm!" he howled, shaking and trying to thrust. Please!

The human laughed. "That's what I thought. Enjoy!"

There was a whirring noise, then something activated and the sheath began to stimulate him somehow, some sort of strange rippling, squeezing, vibrating, sucking sensation that rolled from the base of his cock to the tip. He groaned and tried to thrust into it the little that he could, but it already felt like he was thrusting, this incredible device that teased him, making it seem like he'd mounted a dragoness and was thrusting in and out of her, the way the sensation raced from base to tip and back again... He didn't know what it was that was giving him such incredible feelings but he didn't care, it felt so good, and the stimulation was so powerful that he knew this time he'd finally get that orgasm he'd needed for so long...

The eternity of teasing he'd suffered through during the previous tasks had left him more aroused than he could describe, and within a minute he felt the pressure of a building orgasm form with incredible speed... Then he shuddered all over, bellowed, and released himself, thrusting the little the frame would let him and firing burst after burst of his seed into the sheath, clenching on the dildo and relishing the sensation of it filling his rear as he thrust, the ecstasy more than anything he'd ever felt before, his body shivering with satisfaction as finally he had that orgasm he'd needed for so long. It seemed as if it lasted for half a minute before he finally came down from that wonderful climax, panting hard through his nostrils and moaning with pleasure into the gag as the stimulation turned off. Oh, that had been so amazing... In that moment it almost seemed like the torture, the humiliation of the game was worth it just for the reward of such an incredible orgasm, beyond anything he'd felt in his life, and he realized that he'd started to purr. Maybe having been bound and tortured like this wasn't so bad after all...

"Ooh, I think the dragon enjoyed that... But you're probably so pent-up after how much the game teased you that you want another orgasm, don't you? I'll give you one."

Sroth growled softly, but after a moment the sheath began to stimulate him again, just as it had before. At first his loins were so sensitive the too-intense sensations made him whine, but that faded after a little while--his captor was right. The game had left him with so much lust that he didn't want just one orgasm, he wanted two, maybe even a third... He thrust eagerly once again and moaned at the feeling, his body shuddering with pleasure as it felt just like he'd mounted a dragoness and was taking her, hard and fast, and he was so aroused that before long he felt a second climax welling up inside him. It arrived a few moments later, and he howled again through his gag, claws clenching tight in their mitts and limbs shaking as he released his seed a second time; it didn't last as long or feel quite as incredible as the first, and there was a dull ache in his belly when it ended, but it was still so wonderful...

The machine was still stimulating him! he realized, squirming and groaning at the strange overstimulation as he tried to actually get away from whatever teased him, but he was immobilized, still helpless even though he'd 'won,' and his struggles didn't get him even a moment's relief... Then the overstimulation faded and his body once again began to thrust. How many orgasms could he have? Sure, he'd been aroused, been teased and denied for what had to have been hours, maybe as much as half a day, but this was a bit much! Still, though, it was hard to deny what his body thought felt so good, and he let the sensations take over, spreading from his loins through all of his body and building, building, making him shiver and moan with lust until he reached his third orgasm. He groaned and shivered, muscles in his belly convulsing as he let out still more seed, then went limp against the frame that held him in place.

But the machine didn't stop.

Howling in near-pain at the ache in his belly, in his joints, the dull throbbing in his cock and in his tailhole as the stimulation was too strong for him to enjoy, he began to thrash, desperate now not to orgasm but to escape, to make it stop... "Mmm!" he cried, asking for it to stop, trying to find a way to break free, to get up out of the frame, to pull his belly away and get his poor trapped shaft out of the new sheath that tormented it... But his previous trials and his three powerful orgasms had tired him and he just didn't have the strength--as if he would have stood a chance anyway. He twisted, he thrashed, he bellowed at the pain, but there was nothing he could do... and then the overstimulation went away. His body gladly urged him to thrust again, and he was too beaten to resist, but his mind was dogged by worry: how many orgasms would his captor force him to have? Was this the last, would he have one for each task he'd completed, maybe even more? He'd thought he was only going to receive one, as a reward, but now he was being forced to have more and there was nothing he could do to stop it...

After a little while, though, it felt good enough that he couldn't keep from surrendering and losing himself in the sensations, thrusting the little he could harder and harder until he came a fourth time, moaning, thrashing and somehow loosing even more of his seed. Then it was over and he went still again, whining at the deep aching pain in his belly, and to his relief the machine turned off--but didn't release him even the slightest bit.

After a moment there was a snap and the part of the hood that covered his eyes came off, making him blink at the sudden light before his eyes adjusted and he was able to look around. He couldn't turn his head, but he scanned the space around him: an open square in a park, with humans and dragons gathered, watching him... He couldn't hear them but they didn't seem to be saying anything anyway, just standing there and watching as he strained--unsuccessfully--to free himself from the frame. What were they doing? Why wouldn't they help him, or leave him there, why were they just standing and staring at him? Why didn't they react like everyone else who'd seen him bound and exposed had?

Wait...

That was the old lady who'd helped him during the second task! he realized, looking over towards her on the left side of the crowd. And that dragon behind her, that was the red who'd attacked him during the fourth... What were they doing here? As he scanned the crowd, growling uncertainly, he recognized more and more of them, the three humans who'd helped him during task seven, a dragoness who'd flown away after seeing him during the fifth task, Ura... He even placed a few of them by scent. What was going on? Why were they all here, if they'd seen him before that day? How could they have been here? If only he wasn't gagged, he could ask them... "Mrrmmph," he managed, but that was all.

"What's the matter, my pet? Something bothering you? Some realization that nothing was ever quite right during the little game we played?" his captor chuckled. "You would have been right to guess... None of it was as it seemed. The entire game was a setup."

What? Sroth snarled and thrashed against the frame, trying to break free, but it and his other bonds still kept him completely helpless.

"Everyone you saw, every place you went to, was under my control. The places, either on my property or the property of those I could trust, the people, under agreement to act in a certain way, say certain things, do certain things to you... All so we could play our little game. I needed an adult dragon, so had you found, captured, and brought here to make you play along; it was so easy."

Fear crept into his mind once again. What was going on here, why had this been done to him, what did his captor really want... He could only listen with growing dread, struggling uselessly in his restraints.

"New laws and new government efforts are putting a squeeze on the black-market dragon slave trade. Captive, domesticated dragons are becoming more and more difficult to find, but breeding them in captivity is even more difficult, making the 'supplies' required to breed them--in particular the semen of a healthy, fertile dragon like yourself--worth incredible amounts of money... This whole game was designed to get you all pent-up and needy, to work you up and make your body create as much semen as it could because of your constant arousal, and it worked to perfection. Setting up the game was expensive, but with the money I can make off a near-limitless source of dragon semen..." He laughed coldly. "You've given me four good-sized batches, but since I've already broken you down for the role I see no need to stop there. No, you're going to keep giving me your precious seed for a long time, I think, for as long as there's a market to sell it in."

He howled, thrashing as hard as he could, but once again it was futile and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't move, couldn't free himself, couldn't get the sheath off of him... If only he could just get his arousal to go away, his captor wouldn't be able to get what he wanted from him! But the cockring at the base of his new sheath kept him just as hard as the other one had, and no matter how much he hated this, no matter how much he wanted his erection to go away, he stayed as hard as he'd been since waking up so long ago...

"Speaking of which, I think you're ready for me to milk you for a fifth batch."

The 'milking' sheath turned on again and he screamed, squirming and bucking against the frame as he tried to find a way to get away from the sensations, even if there was no overstimulation this time to make it hurt like it had before... His body once again told him to give in, to start thrusting, but no, he couldn't, he had to get away! He wouldn't let himself be enslaved like this! He bellowed and thrashed as hard as he could, but he couldn't move an inch, the milking machine wouldn't come off, wouldn't stop, and the more he struggled it only made him feel the dildo in his rump more as his movements made it rub against his insides, arousing him more... Howling, he did everything he could think of to escape, but it was no use, and no matter how hard he tried to battle the feelings eventually he just couldn't stop it any longer and gave in, thrusting hard against the frame, and after a few moments reached orgasm yet again. He let out a muffled roar and tried to bite down on the gag as he came, trying to break through it, trying to find some way out, to stop this, to flee... It was no use, and he was helpless to resist as the machine collected still more of the seed the human wanted.

Panting and shaking as he came down from his unwanted peak, the machine stopping once again, he stared again at the people there, who'd watched impassively as he struggled to escape, failed, and was forced to climax in front of them... Then they began to laugh. He couldn't hear them through the earplugs in his hood, but he could see, and his face flushed hot as they were plainly laughing at him, mocking his helplessness, his weakness, how he'd been reduced to nothing more than an animal to be used for profit... He howled at them in rage and thrashed, claws flexing, teeth bared even though they were hidden behind the hood, glaring at them all, but he could only stand there and wait for his captor to milk him again for his seed.

"Stop fighting, my pet... Your body wouldn't be giving me so much semen to sell if it wasn't enjoying this so much, after all. You know you want to, you know you can't stop it... Just relax and enjoy your new life as my slave, my prized possession, my source of precious dragon seed."

Sroth screamed, struggling with all his might, but then he saw the driver approaching him, holding a strip of black rubber, and the last thing he saw before being blinded once again was everyone laughing at him.

Once his blindfold was on the machine went to work yet again, making him groan at the painful intensity of the stimulation, gasping for breath from exhaustion after his struggles, after having to climax five times in such a short span... But then he gasped and squirmed as he felt something new: the dildo in his tailhole had begun to vibrate, pressing a little deeper into him so it poked against that spot inside him he'd found before, tickling it, stimulating it endlessly and making him squirm not to escape but with overpowering, incredible arousal at the strange new sensation. He couldn't help but begin to thrust immediately and the oversensitivity went away soon after, making him moan and pant hard through his nostrils as he was helpless to obey the urges of his body. It felt so good... But it was what his captor wanted from him!

But he couldn't escape, another part of him said. The man had already broken him, made him so weak and vulnerable and obedient... If he wanted him to orgasm over and over again, then that was what he had to do, wasn't it? Besides, how was he supposed to fight such incredible feelings, such unbreakable restraints, such unstoppable pleasure? The stimulation soon proved too much for him and he climaxed again, tailhole clamping down on the toy inside it, cock pulsing at it released even more of his seed to be sucked away by the machine.

He groaned with weariness, with overstimulation, as the milking machine continued to stimulate him. It wasn't going to stop... Maybe not until he passed out, maybe not until for a week, maybe never! He tried again to fight his restraints, but was too tired to find the strength for it and could only lie there and pant, sides heaving, as he tried to recover. The over-sensitivity was even more painful now, the ache in his belly even stronger, both of them lasted longer, but the machine worked on regardless and before too long he once again found himself thrusting, too tired to try to resist, too broken to do anything but accept his fate, to hump the frame as many times as his captor, his master, wanted him to until the machine finally turned off. How was this even possible? How could he have reached orgasm so many times? some small part of him wondered, but the rest of him was too busy enjoying it, and he howled into his gag as a seventh batch of semen was milked out of him.

"Mmm..." he gasped, "mm-mm..." This was too much, he was so tired, he wanted it to stop, needed it to stop, it hurt... He struggled weakly, even though he knew it was pointless; he had to find some way to make it all stop... Time seemed to blend together, the pain, the pleasure, the orgasms, and all the while the ever-present stimulation of the sheath squeezing and sucking his cock, and the dildo vibrating in his rear. He lost track of how many times he was forced to climax, how long he was there, how many times he tried to break free, to somehow beg for mercy through his gag, to thrust... Eventually he began to grow light-headed, and so thirsty, his joints and muscles aching with weariness, until finally he went limp and knew no more.

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Sroth woke up with a start, raising his head to see the inside of a cave--his cave. It was midmorning outside, the sky was clear-- Wait: he could see! And hear, and move his limbs and claws, and that horrible-but-wonderful feeling of the dildo plugging his tailhole was gone, and... He froze as he felt that terribly familiar squeeze around the base of his cock, and rolled onto his side in horror to look between his hind legs. Sure enough, he was fully aroused and wore a tight cockring around the base of his shaft... but the sheath that had trapped him was gone, and he touched a claw to the side of his cock slowly, carefully, as if he could scarcely believe he was able to feel it... He nearly purred in relief, shivering a little in arousal, as he could very clearly feel his claw sliding along the exposed flesh, then growled and quickly pulled off the hated ring, tossing it away towards the back of the cave.

But wait--why was he in his cave again? His captor had said he would be trapped in that frame for a long time, but his cave looked no different, it was the same season it had been before his capture... So it couldn't have been memory loss, forced or otherwise... A nightmare? No, the cockring was more than enough proof that it had been real. It had really happened, he realized, lowering his head and shuddering, unable to suppress a whimper. All of it had happened... but he'd been let go. Why?

His captor, his unknown, unseen captor, had said he'd be kept for a long time, as long as there was a slave market to sell dragon semen in... The only possible explanation was that the market had been busted, or had folded, much sooner than his captor had expected. He'd have to check the news as soon as he could to know for sure, but either way he certainly wasn't complaining about being set free! The thought of being trapped like that any longer than he had been, even for that long, made him shudder again in fear, and he did his best to block it out of his mind. It was over, it was behind him, he would never have to think about it again... He never wanted to think about it again. Having never seen or smelled his captor, having never been given his name, he had no way of tracking him down other than dumb luck... and he didn't want the humiliation of trying to tell someone what had been done to him, especially without real proof of it. No... He would never speak of it to anyone; he couldn't, it was too humiliating, it was too frightening to think about.

He heard the sound of draconic footsteps, and stood and turned around to see Saya walk to the entrance of his cave. She was beautiful as ever, her scent so wonderful, scales so gorgeous, eyes so captivating... She purred briefly to him, then said, "where were you yesterday, Sroth? I didn't see you, and there were strange smells in your cave, like humans had been here... I was worried about you. Did something happen?"

Growling softly, Sroth swung his head around, sniffing the air, but couldn't smell anything out of the ordinary. "I... I-- I was away," he finally lied. "I don't smell any human in here..." Wait--had she said she was worried about him!? That meant she had to care for him at least a little, and if that was the case...

"Oh," she looked away. "Well, I'm glad to see you back safely, and that the scent is gone." She turned and began to walk away.

"Saya, wait," he said, walking over towards her. She cared about him, he cared about her, he wanted to court her, she was glad to see him back... She wouldn't have said that if she didn't feel some sort of connection towards him, and if she felt that way, then he should court her... He paused, took a step, and flushed a little as he felt the tip of his penis slide back into his slit--she must have seen it, it must have taken its time softening while he thought about the previous day... Groaning a little with embarrassment, he almost stopped himself--but why should he stop? he thought after a moment. Being seen a little aroused by a dragoness he meant to court was nothing compared to the humiliation he'd been through the previous day, and even if she rejected him it wouldn't feel nearly as bad as it did to be broken by that awful human...

"Saya," he growled again, deeply, and stood tall on his paws, raising his head. "I wish to court you."

She stopped and stared back into his eyes, for one second, two, three... Then she purred and flicked her tail towards him. "I thought you'd never ask."