The Cave of Horror
Warning : This text includes topics which may not be to everyone's liking, if you don't like the following fetishes, please do not read the story, if you still do be aware that I warned you.
F/M, Medical Experiments, Dragon, Forced Orgasm, Castration, Enslavement.
The Cave of Terror
Zuma slowly reopened his eyes, his vision was blurred and he could barely see something. The light was dim in the room he was, he couldn't tell exactly what happened but he had felt so sleepy out of the sudden after having eaten his lunch, which he had bought from a market since the dragon's weren't allowed to hunt as they wished anymore but got rations of meat to make it up. He moved his neck, as it felt quite uncomfortable as he suddenly heard chains rattle, he shut his eyes tightly and slowly moved his lids up again. His vision was still influenced but for now it was well enough to see his misery. He looked down along his body and saw that his hind-paws had massive iron-shackles attached to them as well as his paws, he was basically tied to the wall while his neck was covered with a brown leather collar, at least thought it was brown because in the dim light it could have had any color, he wouldn't have noticed the difference anyways. He felt dizzy, his head ached the more he kept his eyes opened. His mind wasn't really working well, he couldn't even remember when and by whom he was bound to his wet and rough surfaced wall. In fact he couldn't remember anything at all after falling asleep.
The feral dragon's ear-fins suddenly perked up as he heard someone approach him, he felt an uncomfortable feeling rise in his stomach, he couldn't tell what would happen to him but he was sure it couldn't be nice at all otherwise they wouldn't have to tie him to a wall.
The shadow grew bigger and bigger until he finally beheld the blurred figure of a slightly smaller female dragon, which was only a few feet from him, busy with washing her paws in a copper bowl filled it a substance, which consisted out of alcohol and water mixed in ratio of one to one. He looked her over, she was not his tribe's member but a close one of them, who was dying as he heard. Not enough individuals survived the plague in the last winter. She did ignore him fully and did a proper job, even washing the spaces between her fingers before shaking the rest of the fluid of her paws.
"Hey! You! What's going on? Why am I tied to the wall?"
No response, not even a single look which the female wasted to him. She kept on doing her things, which didn't make sense to him. He was confused, fearful and angry at the same time, why was he here, for what reason?
"I asked you a question! So why am I bound like a prisoner?!"
He snarled at her and soon she looked at him, lifted an eyebrow and turned her back on him, more than obviously showing her disinterest for his questions. He tried to see what exactly she was doing but his vision was too blurred.
All out of the sudden the female was walking towards him, his heart jumped in delight as he thought, she would untie him now and somehow explain him why he was accidently bound to the wall, maybe he had been drunk? So they tied to him to the wall for his own safety. But instead of answered he felt a small sting in his right hind-leg. She had pierced his scales with a sharp syringe needle and was injecting a green fluid into his body.
"This should wake you up a little bit more..."
She rubbed the spot which had been used to inject the anti-sedative into his veins. He sighed in relief, two good signs. He was treated medically and also she spoke to him, not much but at least a little bit. His hope grew as soon the medication's effects kicked in, his eyes sending more clear pictures to his mind.
"Good Morning, 341."
"My name is Zuma..."
The male was suddenly tilting his head a little to the side as much his collared neck was allowing him to. He wasn't a number, he had a name and who were the others? Maybe he committed a crime as he was drunk and therefore was imprisoned for it.
"Medical Test Objects aren't given any names, at least here. So number 341? Slept tightly?"
"Medical Test Object?"
His eyes widened as the female smiled up to him and looked him over, her looks weren't seeming as if she was interested in him much. She rather looked cold at him, seeing a fellow dragon tied but as if it wasn't her business.
"Medical Test Object for Semen Extraction"
He snarled at her all out of the sudden and instantly got while he was tied to the wall and why a female was sent to him. He should help their tribe with his semen, bringing their population back up to a point from which they could regenerate from themselves. Of course they knew exactly that no male would be up for this, since it was treason in their eyes, breeding outside their tribe.
"So, that's why you bastards tied me up, I shall be the one who helps you with bringing your tribe back to life?!"
"Exactly"
She smiled coldly before dipping her hand in a bucket filled with olive oil, which she had brought with her as he walked closer. He hadn't noticed it until now since the fact of him being a test object by now drove him insane, he wasn't someone to run tests with. Why was he picked anyways? Couldn't they find someone more appropriate for it? His thoughts were interrupted by a cold sensation on his tail-base, the female dragon was rubbing the olive oil onto his rear entrance slowly, moistening only. He snarled at her and wriggle against his boundaries, of course totally in vain, cuffs made out of massive iron wouldn't be broken by this.
"Shhh... you will like it, all males did so far"
He snarled at her as he saw a small grin on her muzzle-corners as he began to slide two of her expanded fingers into his moistened entrance. It felt uncomfortable to him, he wasn't used to this and neither he wanted to get used to it, he was a male after all and not a female to be fucked.
"Stop it already! It's not even close to being pleasant"
"Oh? You will soon find out that it is, of course we need something bigger for a male your size but I wanted to be kind and loosen your muscles a little bit."
She suddenly pulled his fingers out of him and turned around, washing her paws in the basin once more, cleaning off any bacteria which she could have picked up while fingering him. Soon enough she stood in front of him and ran her claws over his exposed still, very gently and the male snarled even louder but was ignored by her completely. Soon enough she could see how a thin layer of pre-cum stuck.
"Looks like you enjoy this much more"
She smiled and spread her claws in front of his face, showing his pre-cum drawing lines from claw to claw. He could feel a slight warming of his lower body half and also smell his scent filling the air slowly, he bit his lips. He couldn't get aroused by that, no, he wasn't allowed to. He would betray his tribe by this and so he closed his eyes shut and fought the arousal in his mind.
"Aww... big boy... don't try to resist it you won't succeed in this anyway, it's a natural reaction so what can you do about it?"
She smiled, more warmly this time and her voice sounded lustfully, as she was enjoying the job she had to do. Her claws soon picked some of his pre-cum up and lubricated themselves with it, before she pushed them into his slit, gently and carefully running them over his semi-flaccid shaft inside. She chuckled as she turned to the side, lifting her tail and exposed her pussy to him. Her tail rubbed along the wet labia and wiped her scent under his nostril. The musk of her was intense and she was close to her natural heat. He growled in displeasure as his cock began to fill with more and more blood, sliding free from his slit two inches.
"There we go, 341. That's the right way, pick up my willingness with every breath. No one can resist a female in heat, the instincts will immediately kick in and take your mind over. It's useless, wasted energy so to speak."
Zuma told himself that she couldn't be right and that he was strong enough to overcome his instinct but that was far off reality. His cock began to pulse as her claws began to squeeze the tip of his length and stroked it a little bit, she didn't have to do much more. The scent of her and the small caressing were enough to have the dragon male erected in only two minutes. His length stood from now on, throbbing and leaking pre-cum from the cum-slit.
"Alright, you're ready for the semen extraction. Let me help you with my tail a little bit and then we should be able to speed the whole process up a little bit..."
The teeth on his lips brought back his resistance and made him forget her scent and her claws for a few moments. He once again snarled at the top of his voice, trying to get free with all means necessary. He threw him from left to right, but the only thing he achieved was making his wrists and ankles sore from the pulling.
"You bitch! Let me go immediately!"
She snickered a little bit and ran a claw over his tip in a gentle way while she pushed her arrow-shaped tail-tip into the olive oil and rubbed it along his anus slowly.
"Or what?"
She laughed a little bit pushing her tail inside the male. He growled out as he felt his muscle ring being stretched by the female's tail-tip and it felt uncomfortable. His muscles clenched around the dragoness's tail so hard that she couldn't move it much deeper and five inches inside him. She smiled up to him as she began to swing her tail from left to right so her tail-tip bounced from his muscle walls to the other and since she knew exactly what she was doing it was his prostate which was pressed against the tail-tip each time she did it. At first he only noticed his cock throb at every time she moved her tail in him but soon he felt how a warm, indescribable feeling was building in him, it felt more displeasing than pleasuring.
"That feels strange, doesn't it but don't worry you will get grow used to it and soon you will easily only cum from that treatment but for now, as you aren't sensitive to this enough yet. I need to trick a little bit"
She wrapped her paw around the moist length of the male and applied a gentle pressure on it, as she began to slide it down along his shaft, squeezing his knot once and gilding over the pre-cum back to his tip, running his claw in circles over it. The female's skilled paw caused Zuma to growl out loudly, not out of anger anymore but in pure bliss as he felt her soft paws run along his member. He couldn't fight his feelings anymore, he gave in and accepted the pleasure which she gave to him with the double stimulation. She smiled at him and tried to give him a nice view on her dripping vagina and that added up to his lust. She was in the air, her scent which seemed to tell everyone to just jump onto her back and impregnate her. She was sending her hormones to his nostril and the male could feel his orgasm getting closer and closer, pre-cum leaked from his tip.
"We're getting close, don't we?"
She grabbed a bucket made out of iron and squeezed his cock a little bit harder while she sped up her movements along his shaft. He growled and shut his eyes, panting heavily as he felt he was getting to his edge, a few more strokes and he would probably cum. No doubt at this. She surely knew what she was doing, it wasn't her first time to milk a dragon for his cum. He groaned and panted as she suddenly pushed his tip into the bucket as his cock throbbed, he bit into his lips hard and blood dripped from it. Her tail swirled around in his rear and hit his prostate a few times more before he tilted his head back and roared out loudly. She grinned as he suddenly came, his semen spurted into the iron bucket and no drop was wasted. Zuma felt his best orgasm in his life meanwhile the dragoness was making sure that she got all of his cum. She suddenly pulled her tail out of him violently and ruined his orgasm. It was intense but the female broke it as she stopped to stimulate his prostate with her tail and patted the bulges over the male's testicles.
"Good boy... see you after the analyze"
He growled as he suddenly saw her pick up the bucket, giving him a last nice view at her cunt and grinned as she walked away. He snarled and growled in a low voice, he had just betrayed his tribe and helped the enemies to regain strength. He hated himself for his instinct and he hated her for being so wise and experienced with milking males.
He hung in his cuffs for another hour before another dragoness went into the room, approaching him rather quickly and before he had a chance to speak he felt another injection being pushed inside his veins. Within seconds he felt dizzy and weak, he tried to fight his sleep but he was awake long enough to witness a conversation between her and a guard before passing out.
"Bring him deeper into the cave to Malice, she shall work him over and then have him re-assigned. This male is unfertile "
It took another couple of hours before Zuma woke up again, he felt dizzy and was sick. He shook his head and looked around, before suddenly roaring out. Feeling a burning pain between his hind-legs and assumed that it was probably his sore tail-hole. He slowly realized that he was bound again, but not against a wall this time. He look down to his front-paws and beheld the spread bars between his wrists while his tail was held uncomfortably in the air my a rope, which was attached to the cave's wall- His hind-paws were even spread wider with a larger bar between his ankle. He was about to turn around again as he noticed a few drops of blood falling down onto the ground, his eyes followed their way down to the ground to a small puddle of blood, which was semi dry already. He gulped down and slowly lifted his muzzle up a little bit and got pale in his face as he beheld what they had done to him, he was sick, looking away quickly, panting in stress and desperation. All he had seen were his seminal chords hanging from a cut in his scales but not testicles attached to him. They had him castrated while he was asleep. That was the thing which burnt so bad between his hind-legs, not his tail-hole but his mutilated genitalia. He whimpered quietly and sobbed while tears ran down his cheeks, for what he deserved this, he hadn't done a wrong thing in his life, he was truly innocent and yet the gods have had no mercy with him. He was once a dragon-bull and now, only a dragon-gelding. He soon couldn't control himself anymore and cried quietly, ashamed of himself, his fate and his betrayal. A few minutes later he looked around, whether someone would watch but the view was much more horrifying than his tormentors watching. Two other, ex-male dragons were rowed up next to him and still fainted or asleep. He finally saw the reason why he was kept even as a castrated male, what use he had for them...
A small sign at the cave wall, saying:
"Mating training, Advanced Section"
Characters © Amaru aka KoriWolf
Story © Amaru aka KoriWolf