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Jada woke up shivering, not from cold but from arousal--her sex only seemed to have grown more sensitive overnight, and now she was even more aware of the dildo penetrating her, strapped to her hindquarters so it couldn't come out. She whimpered at the feeling and raised her head to look over at the entrance to the room she was bound in: there was a little dim, reddish light in the passage outside. It was dawn. There was no sign of her Master, Hueroc, aside from his scent; he must still be asleep, she thought.

Next she brought her gaze to her bound wings and the long, ragged gashes through them, but if they'd healed at all overnight she couldn't tell. But when she turned her attention to herself her eyes couldn't help but pass over her hindquarters and the straps encircling them, and after forcing herself to examine her wings she couldn't help but look at her flanks again. Just seeing the harness made her think of the phallus it held deep inside her, and the simple feeling of it lodged within her, spreading her vent and snugly filling it, was enough to make her shiver again, moaning past the bit in her mouth. After a moment she raised one of her hind legs and curled her tail out of the way to look at the panel at the center of the harness that hid her sex and the toy inside it from her: firm, solid plastic. Careful not to move her hindquarters to keep the dildo from shifting inside her, she curled up to examine the thing again, sniffing it and looking closely for any weakness she could exploit...

But there was nothing. All she saw was tough plastic, thick leather straps, solid metal buckles and sturdy padlocks to keep the buckles closed--not that she had any hope of breaking any of it in the first place, she thought with a moan as she rubbed a leather-wrapped forepaw against one of the buckles. Her captor had bound up all four of her paws in those horrible mitts, sealing her claws away and keeping her from gripping anything, so not only could she not try to claw through the straps, but she couldn't even try to undo the buckles--and it didn't even matter with the padlocks in place. The mitts on her paws, plus the bridle strapped tight to her snout, left her completely helpless to the whims of her Master.

Which was why she'd had no choice but to use her paws and tail to get him off last night, she thought, putting her head down and whimpering again in despair. The red dragon had defeated her, grounded her in the process, then forced her into being his sex slave until her wings healed... She hadn't dared stop him from tying her up after he'd beaten her, and since then she'd been powerless. She had wanted to resist him, to refuse to obey and refuse to enjoy what he did to her, but first he'd forced her to orgasm with a vibrator, then when the dildo he'd put into her that had been lodged within her ever since then had made her too distracted and weak to keep fighting she'd willingly teased him to climax--and enjoyed the feeling of him moving that awful toy around inside her, she thought, shuddering at the memory.

And the dildo was still there! Even her own breathing seemed to make it move inside her now, the tip tickling ever so lightly against her insides... She whined and tried to lie motionless, hoping the feeling would go away--but it wouldn't! Groaning, she rolled onto her belly to try and shift her weight somewhere else and nearly yelped at the sudden feeling of the rubbery shaft sliding inside her, but it didn't help, and neither did two other positions she tried. She let out a frustrated growl and stopped trying to find the right way to lie down, fighting her own body to simply ignore the feeling of it teasing her. She'd been able to ignore it before, when he'd first put it into her... surely she could do so again!

Jada snorted defiantly and went limp against the ground: her will was strong enough that she could shut out the stimulation, even if he'd caught her in a moment of weakness last night, and she would not let him beat her this way. For a few minutes she lay there nearly motionless, the tip of her tail twitching restlessly, but no matter how hard she tried she just couldn't get that tiny hint of sensation to go away. It was there when she lay on her side, on her belly, on her back, when she breathed, even when she held her breath and was perfectly still! She moaned in frustration as her sex was just too sensitive now for her to be able to shut it out, then shuddered as the toy slid a little ways inside her and realized that she'd rolled her hips almost unconsciously, coaxing a brief moment of pleasure out of the dildo. She had to be stronger than this...

But it wouldn't stop. It didn't matter how hard she tried to focus, the feeling wouldn't go away, and before too long her concentration broke long enough for her to roll her hips more than once a minute. Each time she snarled to herself and tried to regain control, but her body refused to listen, every movement seeming to bring a burst of pleasure from her belly that her body only wanted more of... Finally she couldn't keep it up any longer and rolled over to grind her belly into the floor, nearly sobbing in defeat and squirming at the sensation. After another few moments she realized what she was doing and forced herself to roll onto her side again, this time curling up to probe at the harness again--there had to be something she could do!

Another inspection proved just as fruitless as the last, and she did sob this time, rubbing her balled-up forepaws over the straps and even the plastic base in desperation. But that only made the toy move around more inside her, drawing another squirm of pleasure, and no matter how hard she tried to get her claws through the mitts, to make the straps break, or open, or move the plastic so she could get the awful thing out of her, nothing helped, and all her efforts did was make the dildo stimulate her further. The feelings made her gasp now, somehow growing stronger even though there was only so far the toy could move, but she couldn't bring herself to give up, she had to find a way to get it out, she had to make this torture stop!

It was no use. She must have slid the leather mitts over the harness and the scales of her hindquarters for half an hour, but all it did was tease her more and before long she was panting with arousal, the pleasure building more and more strongly despite her efforts to shut it out. The harness hadn't loosened one bit and still the dildo was trapped within her, filling her and making her shudder every time it moved inside her. Some part of her wanted to get up and find her Master, to beg him somehow through her gag to take the horrible toy out of her, but even if she wanted to the reins of her bridle were still tied to an anchor in front of her--she could only wait there for him to return.

By the time Hueroc walked into her chamber she was panting hard, her whole body shaking and claws clenched tight in their mitts as she struggled to contain the sensations racing through her. "Good morning, my pet," he purred, and she went still with a muffled cry of surprise--she had been so distracted by the dildo that she hadn't heard him come in. He nuzzled her cheek, lips pulled back just a little to show more of his fangs, and murmured, "did you sleep well?"

"Nnn-nn," she shook her head, pressing her mitted forepaws against the harness once again. "Mmmff!" she moaned at him, pleading for him to finally have mercy and give her a break from the toy...

"What, you want me inside you instead of the toy I gave you?" He sniffed the air around her, growling softly and tail flicking up a little. "You smell as hot as I feel this morning... I'd be happy to do that for you."

"Nn-nn!" Jada cried again--him mounting her was the last thing she wanted now! Her frantic struggling had stimulated her to the point that he could actually smell her forced arousal, and after struggling to contain the feelings the dildo gave her she didn't know if she'd be able to block it out if he took her...

"Pets are expected to be willing," he said sternly and bared his teeth at her, but at least he didn't strike her. "If I want to play with you, then we will play. Understood?"

She hated the idea, hated that she had no control over what he did to her, but there was nothing she could do in her restraints to stop him and she had agreed to be his pet, after all... Not that she'd had much choice. After lying motionless for a moment she finally whimpered and tilted her head, submitting to him.

"Good girl," he stroked her with his tail. "As for how we should play... I think I'll have you raise your tail so I can mount you, to claim you as my own the traditional way. Does that sound like fun?"

It doesn't sound fun at all, she thought, whimpering again and knowing she could do nothing to stop him. Hopefully she would somehow find a way to control herself when he took her... She trembled at the sensation when he pressed one paw against the panel beneath her tail and slid the dildo a little farther into her.

Hueroc purred and shifted the harness again, making her shiver at the unwanted feelings. "Then let's get you set up." He went and collected a few things from the walls before returning to her with the gear. "Stand and turn around, so you're facing the passageway."

She knew he would either strike her or tease her if she hesitated or refused for even a moment, and slowly got to her feet, shuddering and unable to suppress a moan as her sensitive insides clenched around the toy. The feelings were almost enough to make her start rocking her hips again and she turned to obey his command as quickly as she could, to feel as little as she possible from having to move. Once she was in position he shackled her forepaws together, then bound them to an anchor in the floor that made her reach them forward towards where her reins were tied, forcing her to put her chest on the ground. Next he put a wide post beneath her belly to prop up her hindquarters, and bound her hind paws to either end of a spreader bar before anchoring that to the floor as well, immobilizing her. Finally he wrapped a few straps around her tail that raised her tail up and curled it over her back, making her present herself. She squirmed just a little to see how much she could move, but she could barely shift an inch, head and chest on the ground, hindquarters up with her hind legs spread and her tail raised good and high: the classic mating position for a dragoness.

"Mmm, don't you look pretty all tied up and exposed," he murmured, and tickled her flanks and belly with the tip of his tail. "And I bet it feels so good, to be in that position with that big thick dildo inside you like a dragon has already accepted your invitation... Rock your hips, my pet, like you're grinding against that dragon and encouraging him to thrust into you, hard and fast, more and more until both of you reach a wonderful climax together..."

Jada let out a long, unhappy whine at his command, not wanting to stimulate herself further when she was already having so much trouble controlling herself, but when he growled and raised a paw to strike her she relented. She slowly rolled her hips once, then again, claws clenching at the pleasure spreading through her, and she whimpered into her gag as once again she had no choice but to feel the uncontrollable, wonderful sensation of the dildo shifting back and forth within her... She didn't dare stop, her whimpers progressing to moans as the toy stimulated her more and more, then she heard him groan and a moment later could smell his arousal joining her own on the air. Shuddering at the thought of taking him inside her, she didn't have enough slack in her reins to turn her head and see his cock but her memories of it from the previous day were vivid enough that she didn't have to see it to know what it looked like, or how it felt when embedded in her vent, and she squirmed helplessly in her bonds, still rocking her hips against the toy, as she waited for the inevitable.

"That's a good girl, get all you can from the dildo deep inside you," he growled, and she realized with another low, lusty moan that her thrusting had grown more vigorous and that she was starting to tremble with pleasure from the toy that stimulated her. But she couldn't stop unless he said she could, and he might force her to keep going until she reached orgasm if he wanted to... The thought made her whimper, but then to her relief he said, "now now, my pet, don't enjoy yourself too much too soon... Save it for when your Master has mounted you."

It was much harder than it should have been for her to stop grinding on the faux-cock strapped inside her, but she managed--realizing now that she'd stopped that she was panting with arousal--and a few moments later he unlocked and unbuckled the straps of the harness. She shivered again when he pulled the dildo out of her, slumping as finally she had at least some small reprieve from the unwelcome intrusion, but she knew she'd feel his paws on her back in just moments...

A sharp inhalation sounded from behind her, then she heard a chuckle. "Mmmh, it smells like you've really been having fun with this toy... You must be good and ready for me, then!"

Jada whined at him again, wishing she had the freedom to pull her hind legs together, or lower her tail, or shift her upraised rump from its perfectly inviting position, but her bonds held her fast and she could only stand there, helpless and exposed, and wait for him to mount her.

"You look so beautiful tied up like this, my pet," he murmured, and she heard his footsteps approaching him, then a moment later she felt his forepaws come down on her back.

"Nn-nn!" she cried, begging for him to leave her alone, but he ignored her plea and took another couple of steps forward, his front paws dropping on either side of her and his chest weighing down against her back. The tip of his cock pressed against the scales of her belly and she howled through her bridle, desperate, before he growled, bit down lightly on the nape of her neck, and thrust into her.

Her sex clenched against him almost automatically, and again she couldn't bite back a moan of pleasure, her body demanding that she grind against the big, hard cock that penetrated her. She fought against her lust for a moment, but then he started to hump her, sliding slowly out, then in, rubbing so incredibly against her and making her shudder at the feeling; she couldn't help but rock her hips against his to enhance the sensation still further, crooning in wordless encouragement for him to keep going.

Hueroc's shaft felt so good inside her... It could slide in and out much more than the toy had, much faster, and she nearly bucked at the feeling when he grazed some especially sensitive spot inside her, crying out softly through her gag and curling her hind claws in their mitts with arousal. "Nnngh," she moaned at him, grinding against his belly and hoping he'd hit that spot again--

Oh ancients, what was she doing? The red dragon had bound her, exposed her, and now he'd mounted her, all against her will, and she was enjoying it? Not fighting against her bonds, and begging him to continue, even? What was wrong with her? She tried for a few moments to regain control of herself, fight back the building sensations inside her, stop rolling her hips in time with his, look for some way to escape, but she was too far gone already... All those hours with the dildo stuffing her had teased her so much, left her so aroused and her body yearning for what he was doing to her even if her mind thought just the opposite, and when he found that extra-sensitive spot again it just felt too good for her to control. She made a few more weak attempts to marshal herself, but the big, stiff dragonhood within her just felt too amazing for her to want to resist this time, and it only took a few more thrusts to make her give in entirely.

The feeling of him inside her only seemed more powerful now that her lust had so consumed her, and she eagerly rocked in time with his thrusts, starting to clench down on him to encourage his building climax--she was getting very close herself, after being teased by the dildo for so long. Some small part of her screamed in horror at the thought of reaching her peak from him inside her, but the rest of her body just felt too good to let that little part of her regain any semblance of control. Her moans grew louder and louder, progressing to panting, bridle-muffled cries of lust, and her whole body quivered as his thrusting brought her closer and closer...

Jada howled as finally the sensation was too much for her and spasmed beneath him, sex clamping down hard on his cock as she reached orgasm; her eyes squeezed tightly shut and she howled again in ecstasy, her whole body shaking, pulling reflexively against the chains that bound her but still held immobile. Her climax prompted his own and her Master roared as he came, his hot breath coming out in gusts against the base of her neck as he released himself inside her, thrusting hard and fast against her flanks until he was finished and collapsed against her back, gasping to regain his breath and purring in the afterglow.

"Oh... Oh, that was amazing, my pet..." He nuzzled the back of her neck, where he'd bitten her. "It feels so much better when you're willing, doesn't it?"

Still basking in the slowly receding pleasure of orgasm, she couldn't help but purr back at him, squirming in her bonds to get just a little more stimulation from his cock, still inside her but slowly beginning to soften. It had felt incredible, really...

He pulled out, drawing one last shudder from her, and slowly walked around so she could see him, purring more loudly with his tail flicking happily back and forth. "I'm glad you decided to stop fighting and enjoy this with me," he licked her cheek, then her forehead. "Happy, willing, eager pets are so much more fun to play with..."

The word pet shook her from the warm, relaxing feelings that still resonated dimly through her, and she whimpered through her gag, not able to meet his gaze. No... Her Master had mounted her, taken her, and she hadn't just lost her focus and enjoyed it, she'd actually had an orgasm from the sensation of him inside her... She had failed herself. She had told herself so firmly that she wouldn't enjoy this, that she wouldn't let him defeat her will this way, and she'd failed. What dignity did she have left now? she wondered, feeling tears start to well up in her eyes and not bothering to try and blink them back--why bother trying not to show weakness now, after what he'd made her do? He had beaten her physically, and now mentally as well; she had nothing left to be proud of, to draw strength from.

"Now let me give you back that dildo you've been loving so much, then I'll let you rest."

"Nnn," she moaned, raising her head as much as her reins would let her--not far. No, not again, he couldn't make her suffer that awful thing inside her again, not after what he'd just done to her! The toy had made her so distracted, so weak, so tormented by the never-ending sensation... She couldn't bear it again! "Nn-nnnn!" she howled at him, straining against her bonds, but she could barely move the width of a claw, much less find a way to break free.

"You will have either my penis or a dildo inside you, pet," he growled, "and I need to rest, and hunt for us." He left her line of sight again, and she heard him by her hindquarters, coming to a stop, growling softly to himself, and the clink of buckles hanging loose...

"Nn-nn! Nn-nnn!" she begged him, thrashing as hard as she could, but all her bonds were much too strong and no matter how hard she struggled she couldn't move her paws, couldn't turn her head, couldn't even lower her tail or bring her hind legs together to shield herself from him... Then she felt the tip of the dildo poke against her entrance and went stiff, clenching as tight as she could and wishing that pitiful resistance would do something other let him than savor shoving the thing into her more... "Nnnnn!" she screamed, but there was nothing she could do and a moment later he pushed the toy deep inside her.

She shivered at the sensation of the toy spreading her insides apart, still so sensitive after the orgasm he'd given her, and went limp in her bonds as he strapped the harness tight to her hindquarters again. No, it was going to drive her insane, it was making her so weak, so aroused, to the point that she'd just willingly climaxed when he mounted her... This was horrible, it was too much, she couldn't take this anymore... She began to cry, sobbing and whimpering through her gag as the tears trickled down her cheeks while he took off the spreader bar, the shackles on her forepaws, the straps keeping her tail raised and the support that had propped up her rear. She'd never be able to resist him if he kept doing this to her, he'd completely break her down until she was nothing more than his slave to use as he saw fit...

Then she felt his breath on her snout, and a moment later he was nuzzling her gently, sitting next to her and cradling her head in his forepaws. "Hey... Shh, shh, there's no need to cry, my pet... It's okay, I'm here..."

She just sobbed again, trying weakly to push him away with her mittened forepaws. How could he expect to comfort her, after what he'd done?

"I don't want to see you like this... Here, let me take your bridle off, and you tell me what's making you so sad." He took the key out of the pouch at the base of his neck, opened the locks, then unbuckled all the straps, letting her open her mouth so he could tug the bit out. "What's wrong, Jada?"

The use of her name--had he ever even said it before?--startled her, and after a moment she raised her head to look back towards her hindquarters. "Take it off... Please take it off me."

He looked back and forth from her eyes to the harness, head cocked to one side. "I like seeing you wear it, and you must enjoy how it feels inside you... Why don't you want it?"

"I don't want to feel it!" she cried, shivering. "I can't ignore it, I can't make it stop, I can't shut out how it makes me feel when you take it out to mount me... Please, take it out!"

Hueroc paused again. "You... So when you had an orgasm when I mounted you... that was not willing?"

The mention of what he'd just done to her brought a fresh surge of tears. "No!"

"Why not? I made you my pet, I told you to be willing, to enjoy it... Why won't you?"

She growled at him. "How could you expect me to? What dragon would willingly become a sex slave but the weakest and most cowardly?"

"But I defeated you. That proved that I was stronger, and that I could do with you as I wished."

"That doesn't mean I have to be willing! How could you expect me to enjoy being enslaved like this, being made so helpless, losing all control over what I do each day? What pride, what dignity could I have if I did that?"

"Again: I defeated you, and that means you should not fight me."

"I... I thought I was strong enough to resist feeling pleasure from being forced to mate," she looked away, shuddering at the thought.

"That's the problem," he sighed, reaching out with a paw to turn her head so she faced him again. "Defeating you proved that I was stronger, and not just physically... Stronger in mind, as well. I told you I wanted you to enjoy it, so that meant that if you tried to resist, I would force you to give in and enjoy what I did to you--which I have done."

Jada whimpered. "It would have been weakness to give in without a fight... I wanted to be able to keep my pride."

"And you still have it!" he said, rubbing a forepaw down her neck. "I defeated you, I proved that I was stronger than you, and deferring to a stronger dragon is nothing to be ashamed of; you know that. It is expected for the weaker dragon to obey the stronger, and that does not mean that every dragon who has ever lost a duel has nothing to be proud of. You do not have to sacrifice your pride to give in to me, or enjoy being my pet. You don't need to fight me."

"But... I don't want to be a pet. You cannot expect me to enjoy it."

He growled. "I did not want to be forced from my home, either. You have no choice but to be my pet until your wings heal, and you know that it will not cost you your pride to let yourself enjoy what you can of what is beyond your control. Didn't that orgasm you just had feel so wonderful? Doesn't at least some part of you like how the dildo feels inside you? If you cannot stop these things, if you know it is not weakness to let yourself enjoy them... Why not?"

She whined and lashed her tail. "It's just... The thought of willingly being your sex slave is... It hurts. I don't like how it makes me feel so weak, and so powerless..." Her tears had stopped, but she sobbed again, closing her eyes and turning her head away.

He snuggled against her. "Slave is the wrong word, Jada... I've been calling you my pet: a pet is willing, a pet does not fear or despise her Master, and a pet has her Master's respect. A slave is given orders to obey, regardless of how that might make her feel; a pet is asked to do things that her Master thinks they will both enjoy. The two are very different--I would never keep another dragon as a slave, but I very much enjoy having one as a pet... Especially one as beautiful as you," he purred, and nuzzled her. "I don't want you to be unhappy... Surely at least a part of you has enjoyed how we have played together, and is excited by the thought of playing with me more; please, embrace it, and let yourself enjoy your time as my pet. I think you will enjoy it, if you give it a chance."

Jada went still, trying to think. Could he really be right? Being mounted by him had felt amazing, she couldn't deny that... But to be the sex-toy of another dragon? To be tied up and fucked whenever he wanted? To spend every minute of every day bound and helpless? How could she enjoy that?

"What do you think, my pet? Can you be willing?"

She shivered as the dildo in her vent sent a little wave of arousal through her. "I... I don't know. I need to think."

"Of course," he nuzzled her again. "I need to go hunt for us both, and that will give you some time on your own to rest, and to think about things." He picked up her bridle again, grasping the ends of the bit to put it into her mouth. "But speaking time is over for now, my pet... Open up."

Whining, she looked at her hindquarters again. "Please take it out... at least for now. I want to be able to think without that thing distracting me."

He growled softly, but after a moment put her bridle down and walked over to her hindquarters. "I understand." He unlocked and unbuckled the harness, then pulled the dildo free, and she sighed as the feeling of it plugging her faded away. "I suppose if this isn't on you then I may as well leave you free to walk around the cave... I'll probably be gone at least a couple of hours, anyway." He paused, then continued, "is there something you'd like to say to me, for taking that out?"

She purred for just a moment. "Thank you."

He growled again, more loudly, and bared his fangs.

"Thank you, Master," she lowered her head.

"Good girl. Now, open up," he picked up her bridle again, pausing to take off the reins.

She spread her jaws obediently, then closed them again once he had the bit in position. He buckled the rest of it on, but left the two straps over her snout a little loose--enough to open her mouth a little. "Feel free to go get some water from the spring, and to use the chute if you need to. I'll be back soon, and I hope you'll have come to a decision by the time I return."

She bobbed her head, though for the moment her mind shied away from what she had to decide. He nuzzled her, then left the room and walked away towards the cave entrance.

Once she'd heard the snap of his wings on the wind she sprawled out on the floor, sighing. Now she had to think... He wanted her to do this willingly. To let him put that dildo into her and enjoy having it there, enjoy moving it around with her paws and tail, or by walking, or grinding it against the ground... To let him bind her however he wished, and let him fuck her as often as he wanted, and enjoy being so helpless, enjoy the sensation of him taking her, the feeling of him loosing himself within her, the ecstasy of her own orgasm... How was a proud dragoness like her supposed to be happy submitting to him like that? Yes, he'd defeated her, proved he was strong enough to make her submit, but that didn't mean she liked it.

But what choice did she really have? Her first day as his pet had easily proven that she didn't have the strength to defy him, and nothing had hurt her more than being unable to stop herself from reaching climax when he mounted her. To think of suffering that way again, of struggling to resist the toy he wanted her to take inside her whenever he wasn't mating with her, of failing to control herself over and over again until she was so broken that she didn't even care what he did to her... It made her shudder, and what he'd just done to her only made her imagination more vivid.

So she could submit to him, or be broken by him until she submitted simply out of habit. There wasn't much of a choice to make--he'd be tying her up and mounting her either way, she just had to choose how much it hurt her. The thought of submitting and being claimed in such a way rankled her, but there was no way that was worse than being forced like she'd been... And no way it was worse than being broken. Wasn't it better to submit while she still had something resembling a choice, and give herself a chance to actually like what he did to her, than for her will and her pride to be destroyed by him?

Hueroc had defeated her, though... And what he'd said was right: there was no shame in submitting to a dragon who'd bested her in a duel, even if she usually didn't associate submission with raising her tail--or letting him tie her up so she had to raise her tail. Even if she didn't like it, she could do it... and then what? Learn to like it? Was that something she really wanted?

Better coming to like being tied up and mounted, being dominated, being teased by that dildo and harness, than to be destroyed by all of it, she thought, and slowly got to her feet. She stretched, loosening up cramped and sex-sore muscles, then walked towards the spring at the back of the cave--the bit in her mouth made her thirsty. The mitts on her four paws, the bridle, and the straps over her wings still bound her, so she was still helpless if he chose to force her to do something... But it was good to have the freedom to at least move without having to follow her Master's pull on her reins, without the feeling of the dildo shifting inside her with her every movement, going somewhere because she wanted to instead of being ordered to... To do something by her own choice.

But she'd have to get used to following orders, following them willingly and happily and without hesitation, because that was what she'd be doing until her wings healed. If she submitted by her own choice, then she would be expected to follow him around the cave, let him tie or untie her how he wanted, lift her tail, take him or a toy inside her... all at his command. And she wasn't sure if that was something she could do--but she could learn, and he would probably see to it that she did. She could easily imagine it, being slapped by his tail or paws for growling or hesitating, being rewarded for obedience with a nuzzle, a kind word, the stroke of paw or tail against her sex, a tug at the harness holding a dildo inside her... She shivered a little at the thought and wasn't sure what to make of it when some part of her actually thought that sounded fun. How could it possibly appeal to a proud dragoness like her to be trained as a dragon's willing sex-toy?

Whatever part of me that is, I'd better embrace it, she thought with a growl as she arrived at the spring and lowered her head to drink. Because that's the only way I'm going to enjoy submitting to him.

And yes, she thought with a sigh, she was going to submit willingly. The thought of being broken by him frightened her, when she knew she would be helpless to stop him if she attempted to resist, and she would much rather be his pet by choice, now that he'd helped her realize it wasn't as bad as she'd thought it was. It might be tough at first, but she could get used to it, and if she found a way to enjoy herself then it would make her time in his cave go by much faster. There wasn't much for her to lose by submitting to him, she decided, and glanced towards the waste-chute before leaving the back of the cave.

She went to the main chamber of the cave instead of the one he'd left her in; the air out there had much less of their combined arousal to smell, and even if she'd chosen to be more willing she still didn't want to look around at all the other bondage gear he had--not yet, anyway. Once she'd reached the center of the big, open chamber she lay down on her belly, looked longingly out at the sky for a moment, then turned her head and looked at her scales: fairly in order, but a little dirty, and now that her bridle was loosened... Now that she had the freedom, she took the time to wash her hide while waiting for Hueroc to return with the prey she couldn't hunt herself.

Most of her bath was quick and easy, not much to straighten out and only a few especially grimy spots, but she moaned softly when she reached her rump and saw the mess there, a mix of his and her fluids that had dribbled from her used vent and dried on her scales. And this was a mess she'd find on herself a lot, she thought with a sigh, then grimaced and went to work. It occurred to her while she licked her scales clean--and tried to ignore the taste--that her Master might expect her to keep her flanks clean whenever possible, and that she might have to do this fairly often. Just another part of being his sex-toy that I'll have to get used to, she thought with a sigh.

Once she was done she curled up to rest, but didn't have to wait too long before Hueroc returned, again with two goats in his paws. She growled to herself at the sight of him; even if she'd made her decision, she wasn't excited by the thought of obeying his every whim, or spending the next few weeks in bondage... Hopefully she'd be able to find a way to change that.

"A nice big mountain goat for each of us," he said as he set down before her, tossing the carcass at her forepaws. "Let me just take your bridle off, my pet, then we can dig in."

Jada rolled onto her belly and held her head forward for him to remove her bridle; he had the straps undone in just moments, and she eagerly spat out the bit. She didn't eat just yet, though, watching him to see if he wanted her to answer his question first, or maybe wanted something else instead...

"Hungry?" he chuckled, baring his teeth and flexing blood-reddened claws for her.

She tilted her head. "Yes... Thank you for the prey, Master." Calling him that didn't make her flinch this time, at least, but she still wanted to grind her teeth and growl. This was really going to be hard on her.

"You're welcome, my pet," he purred. "Enjoy."

Both dragons buried their snouts in the prey, snapping up all the meat they could find, and Hueroc even cracked a few bones looking for marrow. It didn't take either of them long to eat, and once they were done he swept all the remains into a little pile, spread his jaws and breathed fire onto it all, burning it down to ash.

He watched it burn, then spread his wings and flapped hard, blowing the ash towards the cave entrance. "Now," he said, folding his wings again and turning to face her, "did you think about what we talked about earlier?"

"Yes," she said quietly, and looked away. It was time...

"And what did you decide?"

She froze for just a moment: there was no going back after this, no changing her mind... She wasn't happy with either of her choices, but one of them seemed likely to hurt her much less, and even make it possible for her to have some fun with him, eventually... Finally she lowered her head, saying, "I will submit to you willingly, Master."

"Good! I'm happy to hear it," he started to purr, and reached forward to nuzzle her. "Willing pets are much more fun, I think, since I know a willing pet will at least try to enjoy whatever I choose to do with her, and it always feels better when my pet enjoys it... And I don't like seeing pretty dragonesses like you as sad as you looked this morning," he nuzzled her again--a part of her wanted to pull her head away, but she held still for him. "I think you'll feel a lot better about this now that you've accepted it... I really do."

She sighed. "We'll see."

"I know... It'll be hard for you, I'm sure," he chuckled. "It's not easy for a proud dragon to submit--and trust me, I know from experience."

What? She cocked her head to one side, curious. "You mean..."

He snorted. "Only once, to the strongest and most beautiful dragoness I've ever met. It ended up being a lot of fun..." His gaze turned to the side and he purred a little more loudly at whatever memories he'd brought up. "But with any other dragoness, I'd much rather be the one in charge. I know that it can be enjoyable to submit to a stronger dragon, though, so I'll be sure to train you to make sure you get used to it, and enjoy every moment of it..."

She opened her mouth to speak: she wanted to know who this dragoness was, what she'd made him do, what he meant by 'training,' exactly how hard he thought it would be for her... But before she could say anything he picked up her bridle again.

"Open up, my pet; we've got things to do."

Jada let him bridle her again without asking any of her questions, this time tightening the straps all the way to keep her snout tightly shut, and he tickled her chin for just a moment with his claws before stepping back. "Now let's test your willingness, shall we? Turn around and present yourself to me, my pet."

Instinct had her growling at him--to think he could order her to raise her tail for him! But after a moment she remembered her place, that she'd agreed to obey him, and turned to show him her rump, lifting her tail high and arching it over her back, displaying her sex to him.

He chuckled again. "Yes, you are going to need some training... A pet should be eager to present herself to her Master, instead of doing so grudgingly. But at least you know to obey, and that's a start... Good girl," he purred, and brought up his paw again to tickle her displayed vent, stroking her entrance, probing into her with a claw, rubbing hard against her clit; the sensation made her quiver, moaning past her bridle with pleasure. For a moment she tried to fight it, but stopped at the thought of her submission and gasped as accepting the feelings only made them seem stronger, and rocked her hips into his touch almost out of reflex.

"Lead me back to the bondage chamber," he purred. "It's time to begin your training."

She bobbed her head and began to walk; some part of her was eager to learn how to properly obey him and how to really enjoy being tied up and mounted by him, and she found herself looking forward to the training that she would have hated just a few hours ago. So she stepped forward, but he kept teasing her as she moved, making her legs feel weak and shaky as she continued to grind against his paw. He wasn't able to walk at full speed on three paws, but she was distracted enough by his touch that she couldn't move too quickly either, and the two of them made slow progress towards the chamber, him with a paw against her sex and her moaning and trembling with pleasure.