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"Come on, into the cage. Forward. Forward!"

Chatha hissed through her bridle, only to yelp when a stinging lash fell across her unprotected hindquarters. Her tail twitched where it had been bound down tightly to her back, between her pinned wings, but she stumbled forward through the muffling blackness at last, her paws clumsy in the thick mitts and chains that restrained her. The insistent tugging on her reins led her forward, forward, until with a muffled grunt of pain her snout bumped into an unyielding steel bar in her path and she knew she could stop without feeling the whip again. An instant later something metallic slammed shut behind her, the impact strong enough for her to feel even through the layers of leather and kevlar that kept her claws at bay: the door of the aforementioned cage, she could tell even without her sight.

"There, slave. Now sit tight until it's your turn," said one of her captors, and her blindfolded head turned to follow the sound of his boots and his voice--to a point, she stopped trying when they walked around to the back of the cage and she discovered that it was too cramped for her to easily turn around! Grunting more loudly as she leaned against the cold rigid bars, fighting her hobbles for a moment, she gave up and flopped down awkwardly on the cage's bare cold floor, her bound paws pushed towards one side of the cage and her body and wings resting against the other.

"I'm sure they'll want to save you for the end," he continued, and then she felt a hand stroke across her flank, making her flinch and shiver. She knew where that hand would go next, but bound and caged, her tail tied out of the way, she couldn't stop him from letting his hand drift between her hind legs to grope her. "But if you're good and ask nicely, I don't mind keeping you entertained until then," he taunted, his hand exploring her unprotected sex, rubbing here and there, even slipping a couple fingers into her!

Chatha couldn't keep from moaning, couldn't quell the heat beneath her tail or hide the wetness he discovered there, even as her face flushed hot in humiliation. The slavers had discovered just as quickly as she had that the helplessness, the restraint, even the degradation she suffered in captivity excited her like nothing else she had experienced, waking a desire so strong that not even the anxiety of being at the mercy of bipeds she had never met could tamp down her arousal! And once they had noticed, it seemed to her they had taken every opportunity to embarrass her; thankfully none of them had actually fucked her, but they had groped and teased and fingered, used sensation to try to tame her when threats and beating did not.

Even worse, it did work on her far better than anything else! Something about the feeling of touches beneath her tail seemed to disarm her, and tied as she was she could rarely get them to stop if they ever decided they wanted to molest her! The tips of those fingers kneaded at her insides, and she moaned again, jaws clamped on the bit of her bridle, even shuddering once from the unwanted pleasure of his touch before she managed to recover enough to twist her hips as far away as she could manage, cuffed hind paws lashing out clumsily. "Mmmnh. Nnngh, mm nnnnnf!" she said, half a snarl and half a groan.

It was enough to knock his hand away. "No?" She growled back at him, and if the leather pad didn't cover her eyes she would have glared with all the anger she could muster while teased. To his relief--and perhaps a bit of much-suppressed disappointment--he at last said, "suit yourself!" but then he followed it up with a sharp stinging slap right to her cleft!

"Nnnnnhhh!" The dragoness bucked and hissed from the pain, her useless paws pushing against the opposite side of the cage as she writhed, tail again twitching in a vain attempt to cover herself. Fuck that hurt!

"Enjoy your last hour of freedom, slave... You'll be sold before the night is done."

She couldn't help but whimper, as the man walked away and left her there in that cramped steel cage. The last three days had been bad enough: the restraints keeping her helpless, the beatings and the abuse to try to break the fight from her--as if a dragon could be broken!--the degradation and humiliation of being commanded and controlled and violated whenever her captors wished... She shuddered from the memories, or perhaps from the heat between her hinds from the teasing and the smack. But to be sold, to truly become the property of someone else who could treat her however they chose, who would surely try just as hard if not harder than the slavers to make sure she remained at their mercy-- As bad as this captivity had been, that would be far worse.

At least it wouldn't come to that, or so the police had assured her when they told her of the scheme. An illegal slavery ring had been growing in the region, but despite all their efforts they had been unable to crack it or arrest virtually anyone involved, and they desperately wanted to stop it. So they had convinced her to be their bait, to visit a bar suspected to be a hangout of some of the slavers and even for her to get a spiked drink, leaving her to stumble into an alleyway to lose consciousness, the rare opportunity of enslaving a dragon hoped to be irresistible prize; then she had been kidnapped off the street and whisked away to one of their hideouts, and now to the auction. With the GPS implant feeding them her coordinates at all times, they would be right behind her to raid the auction, arrest everyone, and free the slaves--her included!

So the plan went. But it had seemed far more easy and reliable to discuss somewhere safe! Now that she lay bound and helpless in the cage, now that the prospect loomed before her of being auctioned off without a say in any of the proceedings, she couldn't help but quiver in anxiety. The slavers had been very careful with her, and the gear that bound her did its job well. The tight straps and bit of the bridle kept her jaws pinned and prevented flame, while the mittens rendered her paws useless, claws trapped beneath layers of tough material and digits pinned tight together, making grasping anything impossible. The chains linking the cuffs on her limbs kept her from kicking or from running, the tight leather sacks buckled over her wings held them pinioned and useless, and even her tail was bound, pinned tightly in place so she couldn't use it to defend herself or coil it around anything. Then there was the blindfold, and the deep impenetrable blackness that cut off the world and only made every other restraint seem doubly effective: she couldn't see her captors, her surroundings, her bondage, and how could she find a way to fight back or get free when she couldn't see a thing?

Don't worry, she told herself, trying to get a little more comfortable in the cage. Soon the police will arrive, and it will all be okay. You'll be free again, and you'll have helped stop such a horrible crime! This had been humiliating, it had been rough on her, it had been so risky, but everything will be fine, she thought again, reassuring. Everything will be fine.

Chatha gradually became aware of other sounds in the area around her, so focused she had been on her own condition. They weren't much, only moans, the occasional soft clink of chain, a thump; from the scents in the air, she guessed other captives, none of them dragons of course. Many seemed afraid, but they were helpless, like her--and soon to be set free. Then a door slamming, footsteps, yelps and rattles and squeals, fading quickly to silence again, and she guessed that the auction had begun.

They'll come soon. They'll be here soon. It was all she could think, at first, she was certain; the plan was s foolproof! But then a second slave was dragged off to whatever stage the slavers sold them on, and then a third. Chatha didn't know how many captives they had to sell tonight, she didn't know how many were left before her turn--she only knew that she had been tauntingly told this was her last hour of freedom, as if she could spend that hour well while locked in this cage! What if-- What if they don't come? wormed its way into her mind, this time, and she began to struggle. If they didn't come-- If they didn't come then she would be sold. She was tied up, she was caged, she needed to be rescued or she wouldn't be able to do a thing to keep the slavers from selling her off!

"Nnnnh. Mmmmng mmf...! Mmmnn!" she panted, twisting on her side and wrenching her paws against the cuffs and chains without effect. She had to do something, she couldn't just let it happen, and if they didn't save her after all--! The steel was strong, though, stronger than her, and it wouldn't yield. She needed to get the cuffs off, but she didn't have the keys--even if she did have the keys, she couldn't see, she couldn't even pick them up! Moaning, hating how her lust always seemed to spike whenever she fought the restraints, she tried again, pulling, pushing, blindly pressing her paws against the bars as she fought to break free. But the gear was too strong! She rubbed a mitt along her snout, but both the bridle and blindfold were buckled into place securely and refused to budge to her clumsy mittened pawing; she couldn't do anything so long as the leather trapped her claws and digits like this! She had to find a way, she thought, rubbing over her snout again, her hips and hind legs squirming almost of their own accord as she battled against her hobbled hind legs and the rushing heat under her tail.

The dragoness moaned again, so embarrassingly wet that she could feel it trickling down her flank as she writhed, but in the same instant she had a thought: her horns! The mitts were too tight around her claws for their sharp points to cut free from the inside, but the horns on her head tapered to spikes and were nearly as keen, maybe they could poke through from the outside and give her claws some room to work! She bowed her neck and twisted, fighting the cage for as much room as she could get as she tried blind and restrained to maneuver her paws towards her horns, along the sides, feeling for the tips-- There, she was sure it was there, and she pulled a mitt down against it with all her might! Her aim was right, she could even feel the pressure against the pad of her paw, but no more. No loosening, no air, no sharp tip of horn pricking her paw, it wasn't working no matter how hard she pushed!

Then her paw slipped, and she felt it as her horn slid up against her foreleg: the slavers had even thought of this, and they'd fit some sort of cap over her horns to blunt their tips. She couldn't free herself that way, either! It was futile but she tried again, one more time, only to sob when her paw slipped away. It was useless.

The door opened and she shuddered anew as the slavers returned once more. It couldn't be her turn-- She needed to be saved, she should be saved at any moment, what was taking them so long to rescue her? Frantically she fought her bonds, whining and struggling against the chains and straps that held her and once again defeated, her nostrils flaring for breath. "Keep on struggling, bondage slut," one of them taunted her.

"Mmm, she's wet too, look at that," one of the others agreed, and she trembled, her claws clenching, only able to imagine how damp and puffy her sex must look from how hot her helplessness made her. Chatha could only moan back, unable to hide it, unable to escape, and as the footsteps approached she wrenched on the cuffs so desperately. They couldn't they couldn't they couldn't!

"I think she's excited to go up to the block! But don't worry slut, just this last slave to sell before it's your turn..."

"Mmmnnnn! Nnnn nnnnh! Mm nnngh!" No, no, no, she thought, they couldn't be almost done already. She was still a captive, the police hadn't come to rescue her and they were running out of time! The bound dragoness only struggled even more frantically as they led their next captive away and left her alone in the unseen holding room, the pit of anxiety beneath her ribs deepening, her breaths coming in short panicked gasps as the leather and steel continued to withstand her efforts to break free and so firmly restrict her every movement. She had to get out, she couldn't be sold, this wasn't supposed to happen-- She needed to get free!

But the bondage resisted every attempt she made, every idea, every trick she could think of quashed nearly the instant she came up with it. The cuffs were too tight for her paws to slip out of the mitts, the chains too heavy for her to pull apart. All her tail's flexibility couldn't wriggle it free of the straps that gripped it, and even the vestigial claws on her wings were bundled away in their tight leather sacks. Her horns were capped, her claws were locked in the thick padded mitts, the bridle too tight to give her teeth even a claw's width of space to gnaw on something, and now that her long-imagined rescue was late it and she was really trying to find a way out it all felt that much tighter! Everything she'd held back, everything she'd waited and not tried in case she needed it later she threw against her restraints, and everything they denied, refusing to come loose, refusing to release their grip on her, keeping her at the mercy of the slavers. Her head spun, perhaps from shortness of breath in her terror, perhaps from disorientation in her blindness, perhaps from arousal as her cleft burned hotter than ever from this final, true realization of just how very helpless she was! She howled and shuddered and thrashed in her cage, dew dripping across her exposed rump, teeth clamped down on the bit in her maw and claws frantically clenching and relaxing against the tough interior of her mittens, utterly powerless...

And the the slavers they came for her.

More than 2 sets of footsteps this time; they knew her strength, even in bondage, and they were ready for her. One held her reins firmly forward, to keep her from trying to thrash away while they opened the cage, and then another slid a hand beneath her tail and began to tease her swollen, sensitive clit, using the stimulation to feed her arousal and drain the strength from her limbs. It was too much to fight, she had been too damned horny lying in that cage struggling with her body so embarrassingly eager for sensation, and now that they gave it to her it was impossible not to moan, to tremble and clench her claws tight in pleasure and press her hips back against the touch for more. "Mmmnnngh. Mmmmmf, nnnnnh...!" she gasped, hating that they could control her in such a way but unable to find the will to resist, even in such a crucial moment with her hope for freedom slipping away!

The thought only made her moan more loudly; maybe once or twice she pushed back at them with chained hind paws, but she just couldn't manage any more resistance with the pleasure racing through her. Only then did they begin to urge her out of the cage, having to fight the cuffs for every inch until at last they pulled on the reins to make her turn, and then off they marched her to the auction. Once she seemed unlikely to fight their lead they stopped teasing her, but it was too late by then for her to marshal any will to keep resisting. She could only moan, and quiver, and stumble on through the blackness, her bondage and her lust and the four sets of footsteps all around her discouraging any further attempts to escape. Her chains rattled as she walked, every shuffling step bringing her closer to the auction, to her sale, to someone owning her and taking her away, and if the police didn't come now she wasn't sure they ever would!

There were no bangs, no yelling, no sirens: only gasps and applause as they at last brought her to whatever served as their auction stage, the harsh scent of smoke in her nostrils. "Down," one of the men said sharply to her, and with a whimper she obeyed, lowering herself down onto one side. Loud rattles of metal on metal sounded from the direction of her paws, and brief tugs revealed they had been fixed in place, the chains of her cuffs tied to something to keep her from moving; only then, with her immobilized and helpless, did the blindfold come off.

Having been kept almost constantly blindfolded for so long, the light stabbed at her eyes, and she flinched, whining, as she adjusted to her surroundings. As she had smelled, the room was smoky, but only from a few of them men's cigarettes; and soon she saw through the haze to the men themselves. There were a good two dozen of them, seeming to her sharply dressed, and all of them stared hungrily back at her. She couldn't help but blush and tremble from the way they stared at her, knowing each and every one of them wanted to own her, and though her anxiety deepened still further it was now joined by fright, her restraints ensuring she could do nothing to them no matter what she tried, and she couldn't even find it in herself to growl, only to whine quietly as one of them spoke.

"At last! Lot 6, the masterpiece of our night." The man gestured to her in a way that seemed horribly provocative. "A dragoness brought in only a few days ago. Untrained, unbroken as of yet, but she has reacted well to our keeping thus far. Never have I seen a slave so excited to be bound, to be used, as she! Keep her restrained, and even the briefest touch will subdue her; even here, even now, you can see her lust," he said, and though she whimpered in humiliation she couldn't hide it, still so achingly hot beneath her tail, and the angle at which they'd tied her down gave the audience such a clear view of her swollen vent. "Perhaps a pleasure slave, a toy to abuse, a mark of prestige? Whatever you desire to make her, she can be yours."

Chatha's head began to spin once again as the bidding began. Her wide eyes darted back and forth, at the men, at the ceiling and the corners of the room, a distant door... Where were the police? What was wrong? How could this happen, they were buying her and the auction was almost over and still they were not there to save her! She moaned, she pulled on her cuffs, her head lifted, and then one of them rubbed a thick, ridged, dragon-shaped and dragon-sized dildo across her entrance, back and forth to get it slick with her own juices before sliding it inside; the sensation of being spread, of the friction, and then at last being filled by the toy drew a louder moan, and a quiver, and then her head sank back to the floor as her body reveled in the feeling of the presence within her, the thick shape nestled within her folds. Her hips rocked, she shuddered, and the pace of the bidding picked up as she could not help but demonstrate what the auctioneer had said about the pleasure keeping her so easy to control!

Raised voices penetrated her haze of lust, but it was only more numbers, more excitement as the price for her body rose ever higher. It wasn't her rescuers, it wasn't the police to come save her, they were out of time! She squirmed, her hips rolled against the toy in her, and then at once there was silence around her.

"Sold."

"Nnnnh. Nnn, nnngh mmmf," she said, but her muffled, timid pleas were nearly at once drowned out by the applause and celebration for the winner. She barely got a glimpse of a tall thin pale man coming forward from the group before abruptly the world went black again, the blindfold sliding back into place before she could even attempt to protest! Chatha whined and struggled, only for the tease to grow stronger still, the toy pumping in and out of her once, twice.

"My pretty new slave," said a voice, soft and smooth yet somehow still seeming filled with malice, a voice that she could only answer with a humiliated horny moan as that dildo slid in and out again and her arousal raged far too strongly for her to resist the sensation. Briefly he stood there, surely admiring her shuddering form, even resting a hand on her scaled neck. "Take her to my truck," he said, and then she was being let up, urged to her feet again, lust and shock and tight restraints keeping her from fighting back. How, how, how could this have happened, they were leading her away and they hadn't come to save her, it was too late, she couldn't stop them and she couldn't make them come rescue her and the men were surely all leaving safely--

The dragoness's blind terror was interrupted by the sudden nudge of a second toy, this one held insistently to her rear for one firm press, another, and then that plug slid deep into her as well, the thick double stuffing drawing a muffled groan from her tightly bound jaws. She quivered, she flinched and whined as something was pressed to her cleft, and then "Mmnnnngh! Nnnnh nnnnnnf!" she could only yowl when a vibrator stirred to life right up against her clit. The pleasure overwhelmed her, and it brought her to climax almost at once, ecstasy and terror warring in her mind as her as spasms raced through her, sex clamping down on the toy, howls of pleasure and despair escaping her bridled snout as she came.

"There," said that smooth and evil voice of her new owner, and a soft hand stroked down her snout as she trembled and bucked against the stimulation, spent and sore from the orgasm but unable to escape the toys, or the pleasure, and already her body seemed ready for more! "That should keep you occupied until we get home, and then I expect you to be eager to serve your master." This was followed by something pushing both toys deeper into her, straps tightening around her hips: a belt to hold both toys and vibrator firmly in place, no matter how she might struggle or push or how many times they made her cum.

Chatha could barely even summon the will to shake her head with the stimulation feeding her arousal, only able to groan in desire and despair as she heard another cage door shut. She gasped past the bit in her maw, her paws tugged weakly against the stout cuffs and chains, her hips rolling back and forth to encourage those toys, that vibrator, oh it felt so good to be so stuffed, for her clit to get so much attention... She fell onto her side, and kept grinding, kept on moaning in lust she couldn't control, couldn't fight, couldn't possibly deny when she was so incredibly horny.

Soon she felt motion beneath her, rumbling and rattling, and dimly knew she was in a truck, being taken to the home of her new owner. The police hadn't come, she hadn't been saved, and a whimper of defeat made itself heard between her needy muffled moans. There was no rescue coming for her. The dragoness was now a slave, and all she could do was grind against the toys that teased her as they urged her towards another climax, weakly struggling in the bondage that had so aroused her, from which there was no escape.