Out of Reach
Out of Reach ~~SnowDragon
The snug leather hood pulled over her muzzle was as familiar as the scent of the dragon who's paws had pulled it firmly over her snout. The subtle hum of the ship's power plant disappeared in an instant, while the briefly hot, recycled air inside the hood was replaced with the cool air from outside through the small nostrils holes. She would have tugged at the straps and buckles around her neck as they were tightened, momentarily frightened as she always was, what if they were done up too tight? It wasn't like she could utter a word of complaint with her jaws full of humiliating phallic gag and muzzle strapped up tight beneath the smooth black surface. She would have, anyway, if her hands were not already in stiff restraint in front of her body, the wide steel shackles with only a single chainlink between them had been the first to go on. With little more than a hindpaw resting between them, she had no way of raising them in defence as the inky, all encompassing darkness descended, and engulfed her senses, vision first and hearing second.
"Hfffmn..." she moaned, snout tilting in blind and uncertain movements but her captor's only response was to giggle, while roaming a smooth and scaled hand up and underneath one of her perky orange breasts above the cream bellyscales. Her natural instinct was to drag her hands back, but the weight of the dragon's foot above prevented that all too easily. On her side and blind it was almost impossible to envision some way of fighting back with the fake cock in her mouth that didn't involve actually kicking or hitting him, so she behaved, acting the part of the good girl like they both wanted, sucking drool off of the intruding gag and flexing her fingers and toeclaws. But even behaving didn't spare her from his molestation.
"Aren't you just as sensitive as ever," he taunted, pinching both nipples and drawing hands up into the air, forcing her to rise up on her feet and tail in turn, arching her back just to minimise the sensation, gasping through and around her gag, quivering almost at once from the stress of trying to hold herself up while he kept her hands pinned to the floor across her body, and it certainly wasn't helped when the pulling began to drift to one side, away from her hands, rotating was impossible and she grew steadily louder and higher pitched in deeply muffled complaint before letting her go and allowing the orange 'ness to slump back to the floor and gasp back her breath! He taunted her about how easy it was to get her defeated and pinned down like this, but she knew it was just for show just as much as he did, but the soft growling, only just filtering through the hood and the sounds outside still made her shudder and her spine tingle, tailtip pressing into the deep, soft carpet of the floor covering.
Hands reached over and pulled both her legs in and up towards her belly, "Mnnhf, nmmhf!" she vocalized at being dragged through the carpet like that, questioning in a way that could never be answered. In silent, oppressive darkness, it was all she could do to twist and roll her snout all about while more shackles were snapped shut around her ankles with a clinking and clacking length of old fashioned chain. Her legs weren't opened wide up like the spreader bar, and they weren't locked together tightly like her wrists, this was entirely new and again she could only think to groan around her big gag keeping her mouth very full and press her head into the carpet to try and push the hood off but the leather stuck firmly to her scales and the buckles were as firmly shut and secure as ever. She tried to pull her wrists free but he replenished his stance and dragged her paws back much stronger than she could manage in return.
With the confusing shackles on, the obscured voice of the dragon ordered her up to her feet. A shiver of her tail for the inflection, and because he dragged her arms out even further before lifting his claws off the ground to allow her to obey. She always found it difficult to understand why she had such trouble finding her way around with a hood on as opposed to simply being in the dark where she could not see, rising her feet was slow, and slower even still when her captor fiddled beneath her tail, perilously close to her gender, flushing bright underneath the hood at the embarrassing reminder of how naked and on display she was to the fully lit room space. She would have crawled to her feet, but her slowness was exaggerated even further when she learned that the chain between ankle shackles was only so long, maybe half a metre or so of chain that clanked nosily. She pulled, again, as if expecting something to change but it didn't and she dragged both forward and back leg against one another trying to get up, until he spanked her once, twice, "Mmh! Mnnhf!" yelping nosily around the gag and louder when she was pulled to her feet by the wrist shackles.
With barely a moment given to find her balance, he commanded her again to lift up her vibrantly coloured tail, to press the tip of it against the back of her neck. She blushed even brighter, luckily no one could see it, and slowly she arched it up backwards, leaving herself exposed and her dew-dampened vent on display. A strap pressed across her throat and she flinched, but his scaled form pressed her hands back against her breasts and held them there, leaving her no possible response as air suddenly became very difficult to draw while he buckled around her tail and neck. Her whole body stiffened in an instant, instinctively trying to draw in a deeper breath but not being able to do so, pulling with her hands against the shackles and her ankles the same but she could do nothing, she had to-- It was over as the dragon stopped pulling so hard and did the buckle up neatly and pulled away, leaving only one of his hands holding onto hers to keep her balanced and upright in the inky darkness just like the void outside the window. "...nnmmhfff!" she cried out around the big embarrassing shape of the cockgag, tongue pressing against it to force the base against the hood to no avail, only to end up pleasing the imaginary dragon owner instead of actually accomplishing anything! "Mmnh!"
This time, the only response she got was the cold steel of the chastity belt pressing up between her opened legs, the first solid click of the piece around her tailbase locking on before she could even think to realise what was happening! The belt, oh how she hated the belt, she wanted to cum, not be locked away! But it always turned -him- on so much and she never had much of a choice but to suffer the teasing little bumps and shapes on the inside of the smooth and strictly tight metal, pressing against the lips of her sex and -just- rubbing against her clit but never giving anywhere enough sensation to reach any kind of real pleasure, just enough to tease, and torment, which he loved doing to her and, the digital lock snapping shut making her whine out, there wasn't a key she could find to unlock it, and as he was fond of taunting her, not even his door access card would, either, and she didn't know the code! And even if she did, how could she ever see where to enter it when she was always stifled in a hood, or a blindfold, or a bag or locked in that locker--
"Ffmmnnhh! Nnnmh, pmnffh!" she complained desperately, but only getting a few more pinches to her nipples for her troubles and efforts, and a reminder that the belt would stay locked on for as long as he pleased, for the foreseeable future, he threatened even! The last time those two weeks had felt like an eternity, unable to touch herself, to give herself pleasure, or even have the hint of an orgasm, sucking drool of the fake cock and twisting her snout all about but there was nothing she could do about it. Nor was he in any kind of mood to let her try by the sound of it.
"Follow me, now." Came the command, and a gentle pull on her strictly bound together wrists to reinforce the order. "Hhnmmf..." she moaned, trying to step out but reaching the limit of her hobbles quicker than she realised and nearly stumbling, held up by her bound arms and forced to slowly take little steps instead of intent strides! "...mnnnh, nmmmh..!" this was humiliating, she could barely walk now, and the sound of the door sliding open and chunking back into its recesses, he was going to make her walk around the ship like this? She could feel her scales rubbing against the smooth steel with every slow, small step, hear the chains rattling against the ground and against themselves, unable to use her hands or her tail to provide balance, unable to see, to guide herself, helpless with just a few pieces of equipment strapped and belted to her form. Worst, was the way the belt shifted with every step, rubbing the nubs against her damp sex and making her quiver as her clit did not escape the sensation.
"Mmnhf..." he didn't... he wasn't going to make her walk the whole length of the destroyer like this, was he? She couldn't even imagine being forced to walk thirty metres like this let alone three hundred, drawing in a deep and long breath through her nostrils that was hardily fulfilling from all the effort and she tried to gasp, long and deep, quivering and trying to concentrate on her steps and pace, slow step forward, breathe... slow step... exhale... Suckle drool off the gag, step... Her snout dipped and swung from side to side low and stumbled again, staying upright, earning herself a humiliating chuckle as she couldn't even manage the most basic of tasks like this!
It was too difficult to tell the time, it was almost impossible just trying to focus on what she had to do with that belt grinding up against her hips and drawing out her dew and scent into the hallway, "nnmmmgh..." She didn't know where they were going, she couldn't think where they might be going, and he didn't tell her, didn't touch her, only forced her to slowly walk, so glad there wasn't anyone else on the ship to see her like this but all the same it was utterly embarrassing and totally humiliating to be forced to do it! She whined, locked in chastity and shackled up powerlessly. There was a ping, a noise or a sound, somewhere, left, maybe right, turning her smooth and hooded snout but she couldn't hear it again, where were they, what was that noise. She wasn't being forced to walk anymore, where they there, now? Would he unbelt her now and fuck her? Please take the belt off, she would behave, promise, "mhhnnf! Plmhnnf mnhf!"
Another door opened, and she was dragged inside, and lightly pushed up against a wall not too far away. The door shut behind and then she was turned around, chain hobbles dragging on the floor before her right cheek and shackled paws were forced to the wall and smooth scaled paws roamed up and down her form, groping, molesting, "hhhnmmmh! Nmm..." touching, teasing where they saw fit to do so. The floor seemed to drop away and she squeaked around the gag in shock before realising it must have been the ship's elevator and they were descending to a lower deck. She was trapped, and anytime he pressed or rolled digits against the cold metal belt it shifted and rubbed against her, making her gasp and press helplessly against the wall and mouth around the humiliating intrusion, unable to keep the fantasy of the cockgag belonging to him out of her mind, she would have much preferred that to the unbelievably strict belt locked around her hips and pressing against her hot, wet slit!
Just trying to suck down her drool off the ridges of the gag seemed to occupy most of her attention, not realising that the lift had stopped and only now he was turning her back around and pulling her from the small transport box, back onto the hallway, but in full view of every security camera, every ship sensor node, every millimetre of her body on full display and inspection, and cataloged in great detail for future reference. Another door opened in front, or was that the elevator doors shutting behind her? The full disorientation of the hood was starting to settle onto her, the anxiety of not being able to use most of her senses was building on the back of never seeming able to draw enough air which only made the strap binding her tail to her neck feel tighter which made her whine and gasp in desperate complaint which went ignored which only made her twist and make more noise which made it harder to get more air--!
A sudden, loud metal on metal collision, echoing through the air that shook her to her senses, all her concentration on just walking shaken back to the now and the present. Her arms had drifted down to her cream belly, because he wasn't holding onto them anymore. Then he shoved her forwards. A loud, muffled yelp she managed around the gag, stepping a foot forward out of instinct but it caught on the hobble and she toppled forwards, hands out in front of her to break the fall. Dragons were tough, but she whined deeply around the gag, plaintively and terrified as she crashed down on the deck plating. In an instant, he was upon her, not an apology for what had been done but rather with more bondage, once again grabbing at her wrists and pulling them up, up over her head, short, tight knots being done up to keep her shackled wrists bound to the tailstrap. Underarms vulnerable she tried to pull back and down for fear of being tickled and suddenly she couldn't breathe, the strap around her throat pulled taut across her airway. Her flinch response was to pull her hands down to protect her neck, but trying to pull them back over in front of her snout only compressed across her neck that much firmer, and she gasped nosily for air she couldn't manage to draw, nostrils flaring wide through the tiny holes in the thick leather hood. She, she couldn't breathe, couldn't get to her throat--! She struggled harder, unable to control herself, pulling, trying to fight off the strap and brute force the problem, but she couldn't breathe, couldn't get air--!
Her captor pressed her hands back, back down towards her tail, loosening the pressure and giving her thrashing body some much needed cool air, which she drew down in greedy gulps and with a loud, needy whimper, now throughly understanding her predicament. He kept her arms forced up, almost straining her shoulders until she stopped trying to fight it, and though it was for her safety, that didn't stop him from growling threateningly in her ear or gliding his claws up and down her taut belly. Gulping around the big embarrassing gag and trying to settle herself, reminding her own mind what could easily happen if she didn't control herself very well as he eased off of her wrists and shuffled down her body. Next were her ankles, and yanking one of her legs across and the application of a simple clip, the hobbled movement her legs had enjoyed up until this point suddenly became almost nothing, able to pull against the shackles to open up a little space between her thighs and really grind the belt against her soft spots in process but little else. And, as she learned trying to pull her legs up to worm across the floor, that clip was attached to something, bars... she was in the brig, in a brig cell, and her ankle shackles were locked to the cage preventing her from escaping anywhere!
Before she could really process that, sensation exploded across her hot, needing vent as a powerful vibrator was ground up against the steel and she melted almost instantly. The nubs inside the belt pressing against her clit and sex transmitted the powerful whirring directly to where it was most effective and "Hhmmmmmf, mmmmngf-- mmmnfff!" she howled out as loud as it was possible around the deeply muffling gag, entire body quivering and shuddering, legs kicking back and forth against the chains and the cage, throwing her hooded snout this way and that way against the floor, pulling her arms and cutting off her air more than once before she could manage to recover from the utterly powerful sensation. She was going to cum, she was going to cum, she was--
It vanished and left her very near to the edge, and this time she howled in frustration from the denial, humping at the belt in the utterly vain hope that the nubs on their own would be enough to get her to the powerful orgasm she had just been denied but it was hopeless, she couldn't move enough, put enough pressure on the belt and there was no way they could give her enough stimulation to get off! "Llmmmmmmnnhf, nmmmhhff, plmnnnfnff!" she begged, but the sound of the vibrator still on which initially gave her hope faded rapidly as it did not return, nor did it seem like it would return! It was so strong, it sounded so loud and she was absolutely sure it would give her the climax she so desperately needed but he didn't give it back to her and she howled out again around the gag in utterly muffled fashion. Still on, it was placed on the metal deck plating somewhere in front of her, near her belly, where it rattled loudly, bouncing gently around on the floor and starting to move about. It wasn't tied to anything, it seemed to be humming about on its own, but before she could even consider what to do with the knowledge, the cell door slammed shut loudly and the restraint bars slapped home with thudding echoes.
She was locked in a secure cell, utterly restrained, struggling not to cut off her own air by accident, inches away from a mind blowing orgasm, with the vibrator that could give it to her half a dozen inches away from her stomach with no way to reach it, unable to free her legs from the cell bars that kept her trapped. Groaning, she tried to bend forwards, only to ram her snout into it by accident and knock it, drawing in a deep gasp and suckling drool of her gag as she cursed not being able to see, hearing it so utterly close to her hood but unable to do anything to grab it or bring it closer, or worse, knocking it away where she couldn't reach it, left to hear it buzz away in the corner somewhere while she lay there, utterly helpless and totally denied of an orgasm her sex ached for. If, if only she could get her hands free--
The strap tightened and her desperate gasp drew in nothing to her straining lungs, making her kick and waste air uselessly howling for help that would never come, trying to relax, desperately yanking on the shackles and restraints until she could force herself to stay still, to stop pulling with her arms and trying to grab and leave them above her head, which let her breathe, gasp in fresh air which she so desperately needed, but left her without any way to reach the vibrator, to get off, to cum--!