Fates of the Unicorns 8 - Dinner
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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 8 - Dinner
SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters.
"Line them up" ordered Master Rahmor as he looked over his unicorn slaves. Fourteen of the finest unicorn mares from the recent raid into furry lands, now collared and his.
The unicorns dutifully lined up, used to the role call and standing with their heads bowed, hands behind their backs, and waiting for the dragon to take another of them away, all hoping it would not be them this time.
Rahmor pointed to Tamira, the tallest of the unicorns, the only former warrior in the group. "Her. And... hmmm..." his eyes searched the group. "That one" he said.
Tamira stiffened, but stepped forward when a guard motioned her to follow. She stood quietly as her blindfold was fitted, her hands were cuffed and she was chained to the second unicorn the dragon had chosen. She swallowed and forced her breathing to remain even, trying not to think of what might be in store for her. She heard the dragon say, "Take that one to be prepared, and bring these two." Then the dragons voice was suddenly beside her saying, "I'm going to have you three for dinner..." and she jumped at a smack to her ass. She fought down the fear that surged in her, was he going to eat them? She knew they certainly did eat furries, so it was no idle threat. She wondered if she should risk protesting, but knew it would do no good, and possibly much harm. Then there was no more time as she was pulled forward and led out of the cave.
Dana wrung her hands helplessly as she watched her friend taken away. She had heard the dragon as well and let out a sad whinny, still standing in her place in line after the guards shut the door and they were allowed once more to roam their small prison.
"It's not like she was much good to us here.. or back at the village" said the unicorn with the fancy braids. "It's her fault..."
Dana whirled and yelled, "Shut up! Are you.. you.. GLAD she was taken? Happy that one of our kind is.. might be.." she couldn't finish.
With a snort she shook her braided mane and started to reply but another unicorn put a hand on her shoulder.
"Nothing we could do anyway, Sabeth. Just let it go." said the newcomer.
Sabeth shook off the hand and said, "They failed us. They all failed us. They are unicorns! I don't believe the dragons could have taken us if they had truly fought. It was the cowards like that warrior bitch that..."
Dana shoved Sabeth with both hands and said, "How dare you call her that" in a quavering voice. She had only known Tamira a few days but she knew she was no coward. She certainly would not be happy over any unicorn being taken by the dragon, no matter how much she may dislike them.
Sabeth gasped and staggered back at the push, then snorted, stomping a hoof and charged with her horn lowered.
Dana tried to dodge to the side, and moved just enough that the horn went between her torso and arm. But the head slammed into her, knocking her back off her hooves and onto her back with the snorting mare falling on top of her. She lashed out with a hoof but missed, and then she was suddenly being dragged across the floor, Sabeth being pulled in the other direction.
"I think you two need some quiet time" said the leopardess guard who held Dana. Dana glared angrily at Sabeth who was being held by the feline. Held and squirming, as the cat had one hand on the unicorns breast, the other in her crotch and grinning wickedly.
"This one isn't going to be very quiet when I am done spanking her ass..." said the cat. Sabeth tried to pull free and the cat let out a growl, clamping down on the breast and her claws coming out to prick the mares sex. She pressed her nose to the mares neck, baring her teeth, "Try that again, slave... give me an excuse to beat you...."
Sabeth stiffened at the feel of the predator's jaws at her neck, and at the threat and insult. She slowly stopped struggling, but her eyes were full of hate and frustration as she was led to a slave post and chained up, wrists high and forcing her to stretch, her sleek torso and belly taut and vulnerable. The cat fitted Sabeth with her gag and blindfold and then began to fondle the helpless unicorn, hands moving in the soft fur.
Dana turned her head away and let herself be led off to one of the other bondage posts, her wrists locked around it and her gag and blindfold securely fastened in place to her muzzle, just like Sabeth. She groaned, tonguing the ball in her mouth, hating it, but glad her hands were not tied high like Sabeth's was. She cocked her head to listen as the leopard behind her spoke.
"Master is not the only threat here, hon. Some of the guards like the small amount of power our Master grants them, and will jump at the chance to use, and abuse it. You want to survive here? Keep your head down." She patted Dana on the back softly, "Listen.. it will be ok. I know Master would be.. displeased with me if I said more, but it WILL be ok..."
Dana nodded blindly and was left to try and find a comfortable position as the leopardess left her. She wasn't sure what the feline meant, but she knew that it was not going to be ok at all. Not for any of them.
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Tamira had no idea where she was when she was finally brought to a halt and unchained from the other mare. She waited in silence for several minutes, and then a scaly hand was on her head, removing her blindfold. She blinked at the light and took in the room at a glance, first looking for exits, there was only one, and then for threats. There was only one of those too, and it was a familiar one, her Master. She took a second look around the cave she was in and was impressed despite herself. It was a dining hall, the ceiling of the cave high and filled with glass and candles to give the room a warm light. The center of the room was taken up by a heavy table made of some dark wood she did not recognize, highly polished. Two fancy chairs sat facing each other in the middle of the table. There were a number of metal rings set along the edge of the dining table, and a number more on the surface at both ends. The floor was covered in a thick carpet which she did not look at too closely, not wanting to know what animals, or furries it might have been made from. The second unicorn was standing next to her, also looking around at the fancy setting.
"I have a friend coming to dinner, my slaves.. and you two will be joining us" he said, motioning at the table and the two chairs. He moved to stand in front of the two unicorns and snapped an order, "KNEEL!"
Tamira was second to her knees, the first dropping with a little terrified squeak. She looked up to see the dragon taking both of their noses into his hand, his grip firm. She could smell his scent as she breathed into his palm, his claws shining before her eyes as they gripped her face.
"Now.. you will both be on your BEST behaviour for the dinner. I will be very blunt here. If you are disobedient or rude, or even clumsy or stupid, it will embarrass me. Rid your minds of ANY thoughts of trying to do that on purpose for what little revenge you might be able to accomplish" said the dragon, lashing his tail behind him. "You WILL regret it. Your punishments will be very long, slow, painful, and eventually fatal. Do you understand, slaves?"
Tamira breathes heavily as the dragons paw left her muzzle and she nodded, "Yes Master". Her companion did the same, but with a wavering voice, nearly hysterical from the threats.
"Good. Now... you will sit there until otherwise ordered. If the lady gives you a command, you obey. Is that understood?" he said.
Tamira and the other unicorn nodded and replied with "Yes Master". Tamira thought on a problem for a moment, wondering if she should ask, and deciding she might as well. She needed to start figuring out this dragons personality. Maybe if she learned enough she could give tips to the others to keep him pleased and make life easier for all her sisters. She licked her lips and almost spoke, then thought better of it and meekly raised a hand slightly.
Rahmor watched Tamira lift her hand, then grinned. "I can see I was right in choosing you to serve here today. I knew a unicorn warrior would have discipline and SOME brains. What is your question, slave?"
Tamira asked, "What if you, umm, my Master and the.. lady give conflicting orders?"
Rahmor let out a laugh and grinned with a nasty expression on his muzzle, "In that case you will have to choose who to obey, and suffer the punishment from the other."
Tamira frowned a little but nodded, accepting that. What a dick. But she said, "Yes Master. Thank you Master."
Rahmor watched his two unicorns for a moment then snapped out an order, "Down on all fours, girls!"
Tamira and Telly moved to obey, both looking down at the floor.
"Tails up, legs spread bitches" he continued.
The unicorn girls whimpered but did as he said, hiking their tails, shifting their knees apart.
"Good.. good.. now back on your knees. Hands behind your back. Bare your throats for your Master."
Once more the unicorn girls sat back on their ankles, heats slowly tilting to look up at the ceiling, both feeling very vulnerable. Telly was whimpering and shaking in her pose.
Rahmor ran his claws down their exposed throats, watching them quiver and twitch at his touches. He gave Telly's throat a soft squeeze, and then let go to smack her muzzle when she pulled back from his talons. "Stay still, slut..." he warned. He bent down a bit and grabbed a breast on each of them, squeezing hard and roughly, "Don't disappoint me..." He then let go and stood, leaving them without another word.
Tamira watched the dragon leave the room and sighed, relaxing her pose. She looked beside her at the other unicorn who was clearly afraid, still shaking and wide-eyed. She said softly, "I'm Tamira, and you are?"
The other unicorn bit her lip and said, "Telly. Are.. are we going to BE dinner?"
Tamira shook her head, "I don't think so. But we better really be on our best behaviour or he might change his mind."
Telly nodded and glanced around the room, shivering. "I don't like it here. I feel trapped.. alone."
Tamira grimaced and nodded, "Me too.. it's much better being around all the others, even if I don't particularly care for some of them." Telly opened her mouth to reply but Tamira shushed her, hearing someone coming.
Master Rahmor walked into the dining hall, a dragoness at his side who led two male unicorns on their hands and knees behind her by a leash. The dragoness wore a tight fitting leather dress that pushed her breasts up for display nicely. She was smaller than Rahmor, her body sleeker without the strong lines of muscles Rahmor had. Even though she was still a powerful dragon, she had a clearly female shape to her. Rahmor waved a hand at the two mares kneeling, "And these are two of my choices. Pretty little things."
Both male unicorns were naked, collared and muzzled, but had no gags in their mouths. The smaller one looked meek and cowed, eyes looking at nothing but the floor. The other was larger and more muscular and followed obediently, but widened his eyes at the sight of the mares, staring at them with obvious interest.
Tamira felt naked for the first time in a while, having been used to being around her sisters, and even her Masters presence. But a male unicorn made her remember herself and she sifted a bit, trying to turn away as much as she dared.
"Girls? This is Mistress Zoriah. She owns three of your brothers. Thank the Mistress for allowing them to serve as her slaves." said Master Rahmor as he and Zoriah walked up to them. The two stallions were pulled along and stood on hands and knees behind her, the strong one peeing around to gaze at Tamira, staring at her ample chest.
Tamira bowed her head, her eyes moving to the floor so she would not see the male's lusty gaze and said, "Thank you, Mistress."
Telle was blushing deep at the two naked stallions and stammers out a quick thank you to the dragoness.
Zoriah let the leash drop to the floor as she walked around the pair of kneeling mares. "Oh, very nice indeed. And is this one of their fighters? With her horn intact even? That must have cost extra." she said and fingered the cap on Tamira's horn-tip. "Very pretty girls, you chose well. Have they given you much trouble?"
Rahmor shook his head, "Oh no, I made an example of one the first day to impress on them how important it is to obey and please me. They all fell into line and will all become nice obedient slaves with training."
Zoriah chuckled and planted a foot on the back of the stronger stallion, forcing him to oofh and lay down on his belly. "Well, I don't have so many as you, so I have mine all very well trained now. They are quite happy to be out of the slave pens where they never knew who or what was going to rape them next. Isn't that true boys?"
"Yes Mistress!" they both said in unison.
Rahmor grinned, "Lets sit, we have much to discuss." He led the dragoness to the table and seated her, then took the opposite chair and hissed a quick order, "Over here slaves, you to my right and you to my left."
Tamira and Telle both moved to kneel at their Masters side, thankful for the pillows placed beside his chair, getting comfortable. They could see the male unicorns on the other side getting in place by their mistress as well. The one male was still sneaking glances at the mares.
"A pity we can not get together as often as we would like" said Rahmor. He idly petted Tamira, her being the taller and pulled her head into his lap. With his other hand he shoved Telly's muzzle down to his foot and ordered her to lick.
Tamira shivered at the scaly paw and talons petting her like an animal, watching Telly whimper and whinny softly before going to work, lightly lapping at her Masters toes and foot. Tamira watched her Master spread his toes, and Telly reluctantly licking between them. A quick glance saw the two males doing much the same. The stronger stallion had a half-swelled cock she noticed, then averted her eyes as much as she could in her current position.
Zoriah arched back into the chair and smiled down at her pets, then looked back to Rahmor. "It seems either you are at the front dealing with some crisis, or I am off trying to settle some dispute between clans."
Rahmor snorted, "I much prefer fighting the insects. I deal with politics when I must, but nothing is more satisfying than standing on a pile of dead enemies."
"That does not seem to have been a problem of late I have heard" said the dragoness, tail swishing behind her to slap at a stallion who had slackened off on his foot worshiping duties.
"They have stepped up their attacks again, it's true. I suspect they have another major invasion attempt in the works. We will stop them of course, but it does keep me busy" said Rahmor. "I'd much rather be spending my time with you, and training my new slaves. But duty calls." He pushed Tamira's head to his knees, then coiled his tail around her neck and pulled her nose under his kilt.
Tamira grunted at the feel of the strong muscle around her neck, then suppressed a snort as her muzzle was shoved under the kilt to meet her Masters waiting balls and cock. She thought furiously, wondering is she should try as hard as she could to please him, or do the least possible. If she could get him off quickly, maybe he would not fuck her. And she wanted to avoid being raped by that cock, or taken by any male for as long as she could avoid it. But what if she simply got him too aroused and he decided to fuck her to finish? She bit her lips and decided to do as little as she could get away with. Grateful her head was hidden under the kilt, she made a face and nuzzled at the dragons balls and the tip of his limp cock that hung over them. She could smell his scent under the kilt.. her every breath filled with dragon musk. She nuzzled the orbs again and gave the cock a slow lick, trying to ignore the taste, trying to ignore the rage building at being forced to act like a whore. She had vowed long ago that no male would have her, and her first time would probably be at the paws of a bloody dragon!
Zoriah sighed and nodded, "And when duty calls, it never shuts up either. There is a dragon house on the eastern coast that has been giving me fits. Part of the provider clan. They keep insisting they can make it profitable to farm on one of the nearby islands there."
Rahmor shook his head, "Some risks must be taken or your gains will never be great. But that certainly sounds unwise. Don't they remember what happened the last time we provoked the sea creatures? Wiped out entire settlements on the shore. I remember hearing stories of some of the monsters that hung out offshore. Big enough to swallow entire squadrons of drakes. Like a mountain rising out of the water." His hand wrapped around Tamira's horn as he talked, pushing her nose firmer into his crotch and closing his thighs to trap her face.
Tamira was unable to stop a whimper at the tight grip of the dragons legs. Combined with the tail around her neck she felt very vulnerable, some of her anger draining to be replaced by fear. She continues to lick, kiss and nuzzle at the males equipment, breathing heavily as she half-heard the conversation above her. Her lips pulled back as she thought of just biting and then ramming her horn up through his throat and into his brain. But her horn was capped and she knew it would be pointless anyway. Another dragon would just take the mares, and she would certainly be put to death or worse. So she just continued her slow licking as the dragons talked and chatted.
She let out a sigh of relief as the dragons legs parted and his tail yanked, pulling her out from under the kilt and pushing her back to her pillow. She was Telle was pinned under one of her Masters feet before he moved it and allowed her back to a kneeling position. She looked terrified.
"Dinnertime, my slaves" said Master Rahmor who licked his fangs, sniffing the air.
Tamira turned her head and saw groups of furries coming into the dining hall carrying large platters. Big enough to hold a furry she thought with a wince, and the moaned as she saw the tuft of a unicorn tail hanging off one of the platters. She straightened up in her kneel to get a better look and almost cried out in horror. There were two large platters, each one carrying a unicorn. Both were covered in blood and for a moment she was sure they had been butchered. But a closer look revealed that they were still alive, but covered in cuts of meat, their pure white fur stained in blood and other juices. Their mouthes were jammed with a large red apple each and they were bound tight to the tray with chains.
"Oooh, very nice" cried the dragoness as the tray with the male unicorn was placed before you. "Look at those eyes of yours.. so terrified" she said to the bound unicorn. "Did you truly think that I sent you to the kitchens to be cooked? I can't afford to waste good money on a slave just to cook them. It's much cheaper to buy a nice unicorn steak from some poor slave that was unsuited for domestic service."
Rahmor chuckled, "Thats why I bought so many. I have a few to spare in case I want to eat some." His eyes turned to Tamira and he licked his fangs again, "So don't think you can get away with another terrible cock-licking like tonight. Next time you face my crotch you better do a VERY good job to make up for tonight."
Tamara blanched and nodded, worried that the dragon had noticed her lack of effort.
"Well you have the gold to buy a dozen of them, I have to do with my three. But why don't you try one of mine, dear?" said Zoriah. "Being males, they know JUST what feels good and I have them practice on each other for my amusement. I bet they would not disappoint."
Rahmor harrumphed, "If I wanted males I would have bought one. No, I know what *I* want far better than any unicorn, male or female. I'll have my slaves taught and trained to give me exactly what I want, and training them is part of the fun."
Tamira moved as a servant slid a tray in front of her onto the floor. She nearly drooled as she saw what was on it. Bowls of sliced carrots, apples and other fruits. And a bowl of cooked oats, smelling of maple and spices. Her stomach gurgled as she smelled the aroma. She had nothing but stale hay for the months since her capture, and even the warrior barracks never had better. She urked as her head was yanked up, a hand on her horn.
"A few hints on table manners, slaves. No using your hands, you eat from the bowls like proper slaves. And you do not eat until given permission by your Master, unless offered a tidbit. In that case, you will accept it with no complaints" said Rahmor. He released the horns of his two girls and leaned over the third on the tray. "Mmmmm... I could just eat her up..." he said and began to suck the blood from her fur, tongue lapping over her breasts, nibbling and hissing his pleasure at the scent.
The dragoness grinned, "You heard the Master, boys" and leaned in to lick her stallions belly with her long dragon tongue, making him squirm and snort in fear. "Mmm... some fresh blood here.. and whats this.. tastes like his legs were basted in a wine sauce?"
Rahmor nodded, "My chefs used a number of different things to flavor our pets here" and he picked up a raw cut of meat and chewed on it, juices dribbling back down onto the mare who was taking quick, shallow breaths. He held a small bit of the meat in his talons, and held it over Telly's nose. "Go on, have a taste, slave."
Telly screwed up her face at the raw meat. Unicorns didn't eat the flesh of other creatures! She kept her lips closed, unable to overcome her instincts against consuming meat, the smell making her sick. She yelped as a paw grabbed the end of her muzzle, talons pressing into the corners of her mouth like someone was sliding knives between her lips. She opened her mouth wide, unable to help it and made a strangled noise as the meat was dropped in, her mouth clamped shut with the dragons strong paw. She tried to shake her head and spit it out but it was trapped there, warm and soft and terrible.
Tamira gritted her teeth and wished she would just swallow it. She knew all too well how Telly must feel, she herself was sick at the thought of eating such things. Unicorns were not meant to do so. But unicorns were not meant to be slaves either, and yet, here we were.
Rahmor tsked down at his slave, "I am going to let go of your muzzle, slave. If you waste that lovely bit of food I gave you, I'll have to replace it by tearing a chunk out of your friend on the platter here and giving it to you. I'll keep ripping bits out of her until you swallow one of them, you understand?"
Telly whined through her nose, and slowly stopped struggling, eventually giving the tiniest of nods. She sank back down, sitting on her ankles as the dragon released her nose and it was all she could do to keep from spitting the file thing out. She worked up her courage and bit once on the fleshy lump, nearly crying out at the terrible feel of it. She closed her eyes and tried to swallow, but just couldn't. It took her several more attempts before she was able to choke it down and she groaned, holding her belly, the normal pink of her nose and ears pale.
Zoriah giggled, "That was cute" and she began to work on her own meal, devouring the meat arranged on the stallion, lapping at various parts of him to enjoy the taste and taking sips from various glasses on the table.
Tamira noted one of the cups was filled with a dark red liquid. Blood of course... not very unsurprising, but it made her feel ill just the same. Movement below her caught her attention and she saw Rahmor dipping a toe into the cooked and spiced oats. She thought he had stepped in it by accident until he bent his knee, presenting his foot to her muzzle, one large talon and toe covered in the sticky mash. Must be some honey in there too she thought, trying to refrain from shying away or making a face. She tilted her head forward, hesitating and humiliated as she saw the males were watching her. She took a little lick, and the taste flowed up her tongue and down to her belly which seemed to clench in hunger. Gods it tastes good. She forgot the dragon, forgot the stallions and closed her mouth over the claw and toe, sucking it clean of the delicious mixture. She pulled back and licked her lips, ashamed at her reaction but savoring the taste all the same.
Rahmor grunted in amusement as he chomped on some more meat and dipped all his toes in the bowl this time before offering it up to Tamira once more.
She greedily sucked and licked at them, both hating herself and unable to resist the call of the wonderful food. She had not realised just how starved she had been, and had a quick flash of anger that the dragon probably starved her the previous day to make her extra hungry. But it didn't matter, it DID taste good.
Zoriah was leaning back in her chair, her leather dress pulled up to her belly. She had dribbled the thick oat mixture over her pussy and one of the males was licking it hungrily, the other staring in jealousy and hunger. They both clearly had not had god food in a long time either from their reactions. "Ok, your turn.." she said to the other stallion and let him have a go at her newly covered sex. "Ahh.. thats a good boy."
Tamira watched the males, almost wanting to crawl under the table and join them as her Master had stopped offering his toes. She let out a whimper, the taste had made her ravenous. She felt like she was going to die from the hunger. And then she heard her Master give permission and she was nose first into the warm oats, slurping them up, eating greedily until she was licking the bowl clean. She moved on to the carrots and apples and closed her eyes in delight at their cool, juicy taste and the crunch as she bit into them with her teeth. She finished every bit and sat back, licking her lips happily, her belly full and her hunger sated for what felt like the first time in years.
The dragons smacked and chomped, and finally they too were sated. Rahmor was stretching and licking blood from his lips, looking at the dragoness across from him. "My that hit the spot" he said.
She let a soft growl of pleasure out and nodded, then looked demurely at the male dragon. "It did" she agreed.
Rahmor let out a soft chuckle, "Now that dinner is out of the way.. it's time to have some fun...."
Tamira looked over to Telly who returned her glance, both unicorns looking worried, knowing that dinner had just been the warm up, and the real main course was still to come.