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In which an arrest is attempted; things do not go according to anyone's plans. (4300 words)

Thanks to [Dracasis](%5C) and Guri for their insight and suggestions for this story!

Several weeks had passed since Alex had gotten caught by a dragon. Weeks of degradation and humiliation by the foul beast. The dragon had abused her body and soul in nearly every way she could think of and more than a few that she couldn't have. Were all dragons like this? It would certainly explain the strife between humans and dragons!

Just now the dragon was settled onto his haunches on the pile of stone that once had been a wall. It had crumbled beneath the ravages of time long before. Water from a recently passed storm still coated his hide causing it to shimmer in the slight sunlight. His eyes were turned upwards and seemed to be highlighted by the vivid red stripes that curved around them.

Alex knew he was not really paying attention to the sky. His less-then-dexterous forepaws were busy with a small puzzle-box and although he was turned away from her she could see his forelimbs moving frequently; he seemed quite absorbed in the toy.

She had seen him arrive with the puzzle box a few days earlier when he'd been hunting. It had been on one of the times he had eaten away from the ruined building and thus when she hadn't gotten to eat. She always had a mixed reaction to those occasions; while she remained hungry at least he didn't force her through his meal-time requirements. He'd been playing with the puzzle-box off and on since then. She had not offered to help and, indeed, said nothing that was not required by him.

Although she still had the vest she'd been wearing at the time he'd caught her none of her other clothes had survived the dragon's attentions and even her vest was damaged. When the most recent storm had begun she had crawled into one of the crates that where scattered about the interior of the ruined building. She had yet to get back out; there was little point considering the metal collar that dragon had forced her to put on.

Clouds darkened the sky as rain started falling once more. The dragon made his way inside the ruined building; although the one wall had been destroyed and the other walls and the ceiling had holes in them it was still dryer inside. As he returned he tossed the ornate puzzle-box into a corner.

"Bloody waste of time." His voice was harsh and low, sounding unpleasantly in her ears.

He walked over to where Alex was. That she was out of sight in a crate didn't keep him from knowing where she was. Aside from the stench that had started to follow her around that was quite obvious to the dragon, the chain attached to her collar was fastened to some pipes sticking out of the ground. It was impossible for her to hide from the dragon.

The dragon pulled her out of the box with one foreleg. "Bad weather." He spoke directly into her ear; his hot breath warmed the side of her head.

"Yes, oh dragon." She didn't struggle; there was no point. Even if she escaped his grasp she couldn't go anywhere.

The all-too-common light rain became heavier, turning into a rather-less-common rainstorm. Rivulets of water ran across the cracked and broken floor and tiny waterfalls flowed from holes in the roof.

It was the first major storm since Alex had been captured and she was already shivering. The sheets of falling water soaked her, leeching the heat from her.

"It is good that you tremble before my gaze," the dragon said. He dropped her and she collapsed to her hands and knees. "Since you tremble so nicely and I'm not inclined to go anywhere until the weather clears I will allow you to try something you have not yet experienced."

Alex began to stand, twisting to face the dragon, but he stopped her. "No. You want to be on all fours." The dragon reinforced his words by pressing down on her back. As soon as she was one all fours he stepped over her, his shadow covering her. His body sheltered her from the rain, but she would rather have had the rain than the fear she felt. Despite all the depraved and humiliating things the dragon had made her do he had never taken her as a man takes a woman.

Her fears were confirmed moments later as something probed at her backside. She turned her head and saw the dragon's penis and could feel it brushing against the inside of her thighs. Shifting slightly, the dragon thrust deep into her. All thought vanished; she yelped as her body struggled to retain consciousness even as she wished she'd lose it.

Alex closed her eyes and tried to ignore the dragon's thrusting, the feel of his belly against her back and buttocks. She could feel his forelegs against her arms as they held his chest above her. Each of his furious thrusts left him deeper inside of her and brought inarticulate noises from her throat.

The worst of it was not that the dragon was humiliating or raping her. It was that, unlike everything else he had done, this felt good. Despite her fear her body was responding to his efforts with jolts of pleasure and euphoria that were overwhelming her good sense. As far as her body was considered it was no different than if it where a sweet, human man taking her. Every stroke was pushing her closer to orgasm and the thought horrified her.

She realized that she was thrusting back against the dragon and forced herself to stop, but moments later she realized she was doing so again. A trail of her vaginal fluids mixed with the strange, sweet natural lubricant that covered his penis running down her legs and along her belly. She forced herself to become still once more and bit her tongue to keep herself from moaning.

Then all her efforts were swept away as her mind and body were swept away in the indiscriminate bliss of orgasm. It didn't last so long that she failed to notice the dragon's own climax; he thrust himself deep within her, the insides of his thighs tight against her buttocks, his member pulsing within her as it flooded her with his seed.

Then he pulled out, his penis still erect with a string of semen dangling between its tip and her body. He walked a few steps away from her to a relatively sheltered spot and settled onto his side. She feared that he was going to make her lick him clean as he'd done many times before, but it seemed actually mounting her was enough for him as he quickly slipped into sleep. For several seconds she did nothing but watch the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest and listened to the deep, growling snores.

Then her trembling limbs gave way, leaving her laying on the ground as well. She lacked the will to stand or even to move herself out of the rain. The rain washed over her, washing away the varied fluids that covered her. With a moment's concentration she rolled onto her back to allow it to wash away every bit of the dragon's touch that it could. When he woke, the dragon would no doubt find another way to humiliate her, but for now she would let the rain wash as much away as possible.

A second dragon appeared while she was having this primitive showers and landed neatly on a pile of rubble. Rain sluiced over her bright blue hide and the wings she had folded onto her back as she landed. A vibrant yellow strip ran along her flanks with the two sides curling around her thighs and between them to meet on her belly. A small pack was strapped to her chest, the straps running around her torso. A necklace with a clasp holding a shimmering ruby hung from a long cord around her neck.

The first action this new dragon took was to look around. She paused for a moment on Alex and her expression shifted minutely as though she were fighting for control. Then she strode over to the black dragon and sat next to him. From her pack she pulled out a thick leather collar.

She spoke in a firm, loud and surprisingly deep voice. "Ditar, I hereby give you official notice of impending trial this to be taking place in the Place of Judgement seventeen days from now." The black dragon's eyes opened as she spoke, slowly at first then snapping open as he saw the collar in her hands. "As per the pre-judgement directive you are required to be collared until such time as judgement is rendered."

Ditar threw himself at the blue dragon. It was an awkward attack as he wasn't in a very good position for it and the dragons both tumbled to the side, the collar skittering across the ground and out of the reach of both. The two dragons picked themselves up from the ground and faced each other, slowly circling around the interior of the building.

"I will not surrender to judgement," Ditar said. He feinted as though he were going to lunge.

"Even if you kill me, others will be sent." The blue dragon didn't react to his feint.

"I will flee beyond these lands."

"That will not be allowed. You will not become someone else's problem."

Ditar snorted. "Surrender or be destroyed. I assure you, I'll enjoy it either way."

"You will face judgement."

The two dragons threw themselves at each other once more, colliding in the middle of the room. They tumbled across the floor, scattering crates and their content across the ground. Some of these things were subsequently crushed with a loud crunch as the dragons rolled over them.

Ditar recovered first and took to the wing, almost ramming his wings into the building in his haste to escape. The blue dragon was just behind him and her teeth snapped shut on his tail. They both crashed to the ground once more, but this time she was prepared for the crash. He was not; he landed on his side, one of his wings beneath him. The sound made it clear that the bone had broken.

"Gah!" Ditar cried. "Damnation! Demonspawn!" he stood once more and turned to face the blue dragon. His eyes flared then narrowed, locking onto the blue dragon. His broken wing bent oddly and flopped slightly as he moved.

"You did not have to fight," the blue dragon said, backing away.

"You did not give me much choice. I will not face judgement." Each word was spoken individually as though with great effort.

Alex tucked herself into one of the crates and watched the two dragons; she could not see it going well for herself no matter which one. Since the war, human-dragon relations had not been amiable.

"Surrender," the blue dragon said, "you have not yet committed murder; you will not be executed."

"There are worse things." Ditar charged, moving with lightening speed despite his broken wing.

The blue dragon scrambled out of the way, barely avoiding Ditar's claws and teeth. She launched herself upwards and perched on the roof. The already damaged roof crumbled a bit beneath her, but it held her, though it bowed beneath her weight.

"Running away? Just like a servant of the Council."

"Only out of reach." The blue dragon picked up one of the bits of rubble on the roof and tossed it towards Ditar; he easily dodged.

"Coward!" The black dragon shouted. He moved beneath the blue dragon then leapt, his forefeet catching on the edge of the roof. He didn't have the chance to pull himself up as his weight was enough to make the already weakened roof collapse and send both dragons tumbling.

Ditar was both more prepared and already sufficiently inured to pain to ignore the additional pain and so was able to get up quickly. The blue dragon was partially buried by the rubble and still trying to get up when Ditar stepped onto her wings. His teeth wrapped around her neck and for a moment it looked as though he was about to tear the dragon's throat out. When he jerked his head back, however, there was no spurt of blood. Instead, hanging from his teeth was the medallion the blue dragon had been wearing.

"No more shall you stand with the Council." The black dragon casually tossed his head and sent the medallion flying. "You will submit."

As Ditar threatened the blue dragon, Alex crawled out from her box and found the medallion. Running her hand over it she found the surface was rough and the construction crude. It was larger in person than it had looked around the dragon's neck. The whole thing was the size of her hand and the gem alone was nearly the size of her palm. If only she could have escaped; the value of the medallion would have been enough for her to live the rest of her life in comfort especially considering the conditions she gotten used to over the past few weeks.

Returning her attention to the dragons, Alex saw that Ditar has slipped the end of his tail through the collar and he lifted it and brought it towards his head. Sitting on the blue dragon's chest, causing her to gasp, he took the collar from his tail. The blue dragon's eyes were wide as she struggled, clawing at Ditar and squirming beneath his weight. He opened the collar and slipped it around her neck. Then he closed it.

"Be calm," he told her. "You will submit?"

"Yes." she said. The word were stilted and toneless.

"Good." Ditar stood and stepped away. "Present yourself to me."

The blue dragon stood, bits of rubble shifting away from her. A few cut at her hide, but she didn't seem to notice. Her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused as if she were partially asleep. She stood so that Ditar had a clear view of her crotch. He smiled and licked his lips.

"Call me master."

"Master."

He stood behind the blue dragon and pushed her tail up further with his snout. "You will serve my every whim."

"Yes, Ditar."

"I said to call me master!"

"Yes, Ditar."

"Bah! I am going to mount you." Ditar said. His penis was beginning to become visible beneath him. After waiting for a moment he continued. "Well?" Another moment passed. "Have you no objection?"

"About what, Ditar?"

"Call me master!"

"Master."

"How do you feel about being mounted?"

"I do not feel."

"How would you normally feel?"

"I would be outraged."

Ditar nodded. "Prepare yourself." The blue dragon raised her tail and held it to the side, exposing her vulva. The black dragon hopped onto her back then gripped her waist in his forepaws, his claws scrapping at her hide leaving notice scratches. With a single rapid movement he thrust into her. After thrusting a couple of times, though, he stopped. The blue dragon had not protested or, indeed, done anything. She merely stood there.

Ditar growled at her. "Act normally, but don't actually stop or hurt me. More."

The blue dragon's eyes shot open and she screamed, as her claws scrabbled at the ground. "Stop! Get off! Don't do this!" She twisted her head around, snapping at his neck, but never actually reaching him. Ditar thrust back into her with a single motion, both quick and sure. His forelimbs held his squirming and protesting captive securely. Even had he not commanded it, Alex thought it unlikely blue dragon could have escaped.

"Please, by the gods, no!" The blue dragon continued protesting.

He was much more forceful and rough with the blue dragon than he had been with Alex; the idea that he might have taken some kind of care not to maim the human was surprising. Now he was relentless in his assault of the dragon under him and seemed not to care if she was injured; that said the dragon was rather more durable than Alex was. This assault showed no signs of slowly down, Ditar gripping the blue dragon's neck with his jaws drawing thin trails of blood. His eyes were partially closed in bliss and Alex could see the tip of his tongue against the female dragon's neck. How he could he be coherent, let alone amorous, with the pain of his broken wing? It was flopping weirdly with his thrusts and was consistently bent at a very painful looking angle.

When she saw that Ditar's eyes were mostly closed, Alex decided to take a chance. She began to crawl over to where the pair were rutting. The blue dragon must have noticed her as she turned her head towards Alex.

"Please, he-"

Alex put her finger to her lips, motioning for silence. The dragon seemed to understand as she fell silent and swung her gaze left Alex.

The human feared that Ditar would notice her as she crawled to the pair of violently mating dragons; that could easily result in her death. He failed to notice her, however, and she stopped when she was beneath the blue dragon.

Sitting beneath the dragons was unnerving. She could see the gentle curve of the blue dragon's hide above her and the leather pack; the dragon's body was rocking visibly with each of Ditar's thrusts. A thin trail of fluid from their union ran along the female's belly and dripped to the ground not far from Alex. The dragon's hide looked much rougher up close and she wondered for a moment if the same was true of Ditar's hide; whenever she was this close to him she was far too concerned with surviving to study him. From where she was she could hear him grunting as he abused the captive dragon's body.

Slightly ahead of her she could clearly see the collar loosely hanging from the dragon's neck. For a moment the looseness baffled her; it looked like it could even be slipped off. Then again, anyone wearing it was rather lacking in initiative so she supposed it wasn't as important as for the collar she herself wore. She crawled forward, momentarily dodging to the side as the dragon above her shifted her feet beneath her as she reacted to Ditar's thrusts becoming harder. Glancing back, Alex saw that his forelegs had tightened around her waist, pulling back against her thighs. His claws dug furrows in her hide leaving scars though not drawing blood. It appeared that he was approaching his climax.

The collar was directly above Alex now and she reached up, easily undoing the latch and sliding it off the dragon's neck. She looped it tightly around her arm so it wouldn't become lost.

Without the collar's control the blue dragon was able to pull away from the black dragon's grip on her neck with only a subdued scream, leaving thin trails of blood from where his teeth had dug in. Twisting her neck, she dug her own teeth into his neck, biting as deeply as she was able.

Ditar screamed. "Stop!" he called out. "I demand you let me go!" He didn't seem to be aware of the collar's removal.

The blue dragon twisted beneath him forcing him onto his side as her claws scraped his belly. The pair collapsed with the female dragon now on top as each tried to tear the other apart. Screams, growls, and grunts could be heard from the mass of claws and teeth.

Alex dove away; she could only stare as the two dragons seemed intent on tearing each other apart. The strangest thing was that despite the struggle Ditar's penis was still deep in the blue dragon, seemingly forgotten. Somehow their struggles had not dislodged it.

After a few moments Ditar seemed to have gotten the upper hand, but the struggle went on. He was now on his side his back towards Alex.

Seeing a chance to get back at the dragon that had ruined her life Alex ran over to him, barely avoiding tripping over the rubble that was scattered around the area. It took her some effort to avoid Ditar's wings; his broken wing was moving especially wildly. When she reached the base of his neck she stopped and slipped the collar off of her arm. Then, taking either end of the latch in each hand, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ditar bucked against her sending her flying back, but she had felt the two ends link.

She crashed into the wall; pain overtook her body. She doubted she would be standing again for some time, or perhaps ever again, if she didn't get help. As she could barely move her arms she was unable to keep herself from slumping to the ground. Thanks to the way she fell she was still able to see the dragons, though she did seem to be having difficulty getting her eyes to focus.

The blue dragon clawed at Ditar for only a few moments before noticing the stillness that had overtaken him. She backed away from him, his penis finally slipping out of her. A trail of semen linking them and a few drops falling from her vulva suggested he had reached his climax at some point in their struggle.

"Look at me," the dragon said. Nothing happened. "Damnation!"

The blue dragon looked at Alex. "Tell him to obey me."

"G-Gah-" Alex's mouth was not working. "O-Ob-"

"Damnation." The blue dragon walked over to Alex and looked at the human for a moment. "You're hurt."

It wasn't a question, but Alex tried to answer anyway. "Y-Ye-"

"I can hardly leave both of you. I need Ditar." She stopped speaking and her eyes widened. "Gods! He took my medallion; I'm not going to be able to find it in this mess-" her eyes surveyed the broken ruins of the building "-and without that the sentinels won't recognize me."

"Le-lef-t po-ck-et." It was an effort to get the words out and the individual sounds were separated enough to be barely intelligible, but the dragon seemed to understand. She reached for Alex's vest with one forepaw and carefully dug into said pocket with a single claw. She was able to pull out the medallion. As the cord was broken the dragon stashed this in the pack that still clung to her chest.

"Still..." The blue dragon dragon looked back and forth between Alex and Ditar.

"Damnation," she said yet again. The blue dragon tried to pull Ditar along, but this did no good. It seemed he would not move without a command from Alex.

"Di-Ditar." Alex said. Though she was having trouble speaking, her jaw didn't seem to be broken. Her tongue and lips just didn't want to move. The male dragon looked at her. "O-Obey..." She realized that she had no idea who the blue dragon was.

The blue dragon seemed to realize what was going through Alex's mind. "I am Jiaka," she said as she gestured towards herself. "I am a bounty hunter employed by the Great Council."

Alex nodded, the gesture too slight for the dragon to see. "Obey Ji-Jiaka."

"Sit." Jiaka told Ditar. He did, seemingly oblivious of his numerous scratches, oozing cuts, or of his badly broken wing.

"Come." Ditar followed Jiaka as she came back to Alex. "Stay."

Jiaka looked at the collar then at the chain that bound Alex. She shook her head, wrapped her forepaws around the chain and pulled them apart causing the chain to break.

"How badly are you hurt? Can I move you?"

Alex wanted to shrug; how should she know? "Don't know."

Jiaka seemed to consider for a moment. "I suppose it doesn't really matter anyway. Ditar's injuries will prevent me from being able to return quickly; we shall have to walk. You have a choice: I can leave you here or attempt to move you."

"Move," Alex said. If it killed her, well, at least she would not longer be in pain.

Jiaka positioned Ditar as close as possible, then sat between him and Alex. She lifted the human with her forepaws, being as delicate as possible. Her grip was unsteady and her claws dug into Alex; new sources of pain flared up. Alex was laid on Ditar's back between his wings.

"Perhaps the judges will be able to help you. Or at least the magistars. I owe you something at least." Alex didn't reply.

She was on her stomach on Ditar's back; a small trail of drool ran from her mouth and over his black hide. The red streak she could see in it worried her, but there was nothing she could do. If she had been injured internally she might not live to see Jiaka's magistars.

Alex watched the buildings go by as Jiaka lead Ditar out of the ruins. In the weeks she'd been there she seen enough of the ruins; she would be quite happy to never see them again.

A wish, she realized, that may be easily granted as she soon may see nothing ever again.

The journey was relentless, but the swaying of Ditar's back was gentle, the first time Alex would have called anything to do with him gentle. She faded in and out of consciousness, the scenery changing and the world becoming darker every time she regained consciousness; it seemed wrong. Jiaka had arrived in the morning and as long as the battle had seemed, it couldn't have been much past noon when it ended. At least her pain was fading alongside the light.

Why was it so dark?

Look for the conclusion in part three, coming in the next week or two!