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[A story based on a picture I commissioned from Omega and Faithry, posted to my FA and Yiffstar galleries. Porn follows! Copyright me, all rights reserved, et cetera.

Picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2774892/

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1. Downfall And Roll Over

Setta let out a grunt, her thoughts returning to the present, away from that strangely vivid dream she had last night, unsure of why it had suddenly crossed her mind. It didn't help her current situation much to think back on dreams... not that much of anything was going to help her current situation much.

The dragoness knelt naked and leashed at the foot of her most dire nemesis, the insidious Psychoswan. Still-aching new piercings in her nipples held thick-gauge silver rings, and a new collar about her neck held a swan's-head tag dangling from it. A pair of floppy puppy-ears were on a headband atop her head, and a matching fluffy canine tail tugged heavily on the fat, knotted plug occupying her rear end. Thick rubber mitts covered her hands, preventing her from using her fingers. Her arms were bent, tugging her wrists up to flank her breasts, while her spread thighs did nothing to conceal her privates and her tongue hung out in a mindless pant.

Other than the leash, she was unbound - physically. Mentally, however, she could feel the villainess' psychic powers holding her, reaching into her mind and holding a tight grip on her motor control centers, keeping her unable to move save at the swan's command. That power could seize the rest of her mind as easily, but the Psychoswan was letting her think for a moment to appreciate the depth of her defeat. She could see several cameras around, already trained on her in the middle of the stone-walled room - no doubt the Psychoswan's infamous Fort Nest. The swan chuckled lazily as the red lights came on the cameras...

"Hello, everyone. I am, as you are aware, the Psychoswan. And as you can see by the armor behind me, I have indeed captured that pesky heroine who's been causing such trouble in the world of villainy lately. But now the redoubtable Iron Dragon has at last been captured, and she has so very much to make up for. Greet your new fans, girl." Setta tried to stop herself, but the avian's powers were unmatched - and Setta's own abilities were scientific, not psionic. Without her armor, she had no more powers than any other naked dragon. She helplessly dropped to all fours, turned away from the camera, lifted her tail and looked over her shoulder, helplessly aware she was blushing furiously as she displayed her privates for posterity... and then felt the puppy-tail wagging as the swan made her flex her buttocks, jiggling the plug around in her rectum and making her cheeks *burn*.

"Woof!" Knowing she couldn't stop herself from doing anything the swan wanted, her thoughts returned to how she'd ended up this way...

... A simple enough story, really, your basic tale of a heroic dragoness and a nefarious supervillain. It had been ten years since the Quiet Accords had been reached to put an end to the Lethal Years. Some rules that heroes and villains alike could agree to, and could agree to enforce. No intentional killing, no intentional maiming. No more explosions in the night, no more going after families, and so on. Anyone breaking the rules was fair game for anyone else, and a rule-abiding villain who announced he was hunting a rulebreaker had a week free of heroic interference to go at it (with various caveats preventing the bounty-hunter rule from being used to further other plots). Villains could expect to survive to reach jail, and to have a fair trial and so on (before being inevitably broken out or escaping on their own, usually after somewhere between six months and a year). Heroes could expect... to be exposed, humiliated, slave-trained, sold, and eventually rescued, also usually after six months to a year. Collateral damage had gone down tremendously. Newspapers had started reporting hero/villain battles like sports scores.

And the Iron Dragon had been the biggest star in town. She'd burst onto the scene three years ago in her powered armor, battling villains all over town, taking on major names and lesser lights alike. In all that time, she'd never been defeated in battle. Sometimes she didn't get there in time and bank robbers got away, or sometimes a villain escaped, but nobody had ever actually beaten her. As a result, her secret identity was still a secret... and no few of the other heroic types in town were getting annoyed at her 'rookie streak' - already longer by a good eighteen months than the next-closest run to start a career.

She'd been nearing the end of a patrol one night when her helmet picked up an alarm from a nearby bank. She was surprised; hardly anyone even tried bank robbery on nights when she was in the skies anymore, and for all her suit's abilities, stealth wasn't one of them. She'd patched into the bank cameras and identified the perpetrator and his henchment - one of her particular foes, the Technomage. He'd given her some trouble in her first battle, but after that she'd added anti-thaumaturgical shields to the suit. They took some power to run, but warded her very effectively from his magics. From the way he was moving, he was clearly hoping to be in and out before she could respond. Unfortunately for him, she was hardly a block away when he broke in.

He'd promptly holed up in the vault when she came in and ordered him to surrender. He refused, and began blasting at her with his magical bolts directly. It was a surprise again; usually he would try to animate surrounding devices to attack - but perhaps he'd learned how ineffective that was, or thought his power had increased. In any case, she simply turned up the shield and waded through his heavier-than-usual barrage until she could taser him. But he had a smug look on his face right before she zapped him, for some reason. She tied him up for the police, including a thick gag and heavy wraps on his hands to ensure he couldn't cast any spells, and then when she heard the sirens, she took off to resume her patrol.

Running the shields had been a drain on the suit's energy reserves, but she had plenty left to finish her patrol, she thought, even if she had to engage again - as unlikely as that was in the last couple of miles. She'd hardly gone ten blocks, though, then the proximity alarms went off and she had to abruptly jink to dodge a chunk of hurled masonry, then another. The source was blatantly obvious - Break Drake, the super-strong dragon, was standing on a rooftop and breaking off chunks to hurl at her. Even for him it was unsubtle, but he'd never been one to worry about style points. Smashing things and throwing them wasn't odd for him, and he'd been known to go into pointless tantrums and rampage before. Sometimes, it was rumored, he did it just to get his picture in the papers being taken to jail, or to get a place to sleep when he was really down on his luck.

Taking him down was a simple process again. He was strong and heavily resistant, but simply blasting him with sustained fire while dodging the chunks of building he threw was enough to force him to one knee, then knock him out entirely. It was a terrific power drain, but she had plenty left to get back to base and recharge. Given a half-hour, in fact, the suit would have recharged on its own.

That was when the third supervillain of the night hit. The Psychoswan had been hiding on the roof waiting for the Iron Dragon to drain herself. Setta's suit had psionic shields, but those were energy-intensive too. The Psychoswan's timing was exquisite. Setta barely had time to see how fast her power was dropping and turn to flee before the shields gave out... and the villain was in her mind.

She immediately landed herself on the rooftop and opened the suit, climbing out of it and kneeling at Mistress' feet. The swan chuckled and set a collar about her neck, then clipped a leash to it. Three large bodies came from a stairwell to collect the suit, and Setta obediently followed her new Mistress down the stairs. Things went blank for a bit as they travelled, the swan preferring to ensure that even her captured pet not be able to recollect the location of her lair. It didn't matter to her; only what Mistress wanted mattered. She found herself in a small room, and put on the headband there, seeing the circuitry laced along the inside that would ensure she stayed a good girl without Mistress' direct control, and was happy to know she'd behave herself. She picked up the doggy-cock plug with its soft fluffy tail and nuzzled first the fur, then the firm rubber of the plug itself, then licked it patiently and thoroughly until it was completely wet, then hiked her tail and thrust it in one firm push into her own backside. She whimpered for a moment because it hurt, but then felt Mistress in her mind and things went dark again.

When things came back, she had a new smaller plug and a note in front of her that read "Unintentional - Repairs made" and knew that Mistress had not wanted to hurt her like that. She nuzzled her new plug again at both ends and slid it into her mouth, suckling firmly on it until this one too was soaked all over, and more carefully this time reached back to rest the tip between her buttocks and wiggle it. She found her cheeks getting hot, because even if Mistress wanted her to do it, it still felt terribly embarrassing to have something going in back there! But she persevered like a good girl and then wagged her new fluffy tail by flexing her buttocks, squirming at the feel of the toy wriggling around inside her from the movement. She reached up and caught her nipples in the opposite hand's forefinger and thumb and pinched hard, driving her claws into the tender flesh until they met; she howled, but reached down to pick up the two silvery rings and slide them into the new holes. Then she cupped her breasts and blew fire over her nipples, the heat soothing and healing her thermophiliac flesh. She let the flame peter out when the bleeding stopped and they still ached.

She picked up her new paws and slid them happily on, taking away her fingers and feeling them seal around her wrists, then crawled from the room on all fours to Mistress' side, then lifted her head happily for her new tag. "Beg!" the swan ordered, and she knelt there with her paws happily lifted, panting...

... And that was where she'd been when the swan let her have her thoughts back, and left her smiling over her shoulder while wagging that tail in her ass at a camera. She found her mouth moving and knew her cheeks are burning at what she was learning from her own voice.

"Hi, everyone! Doctor Setta Flamowitz here - or as you might know me, the Iron Dragon! As you can see, I've been captured by the Psychoswan, and now I'm really in for it! Although this means you won't be seeing me in the news chasing bad guys for a while, don't worry; you'll get to see a *lot* more of me than ever before on my new weekly reality webcast, How To Tame Your Dragon! You'll get to see me exploring just about every kink under the sun and find out which ones I respond to and which ones I don't - with special guest hosts for those weeks when the Psychoswan doesn't care for the kink of the week!"

The swan chuckled lightly. "As per custom, as your first captor, I have the right to choose your slave-name, just as you chose your own heroic name and were born with your own. I believe there are quite a few to choose from, from among all your bantering foes, but I think this one is most appropriate. Now and any other time you may be captured, you are henceforth the Ironic Bitch." She didn't continue to speak aloud, but Setta heard her in her mind: "Don't expect rescue any time soon, any more than you had help in your fight. You've annoyed some very proud prominent heroes and I have it on quiet authority that you'll get a full year - before they start to *think* about recovering you. I intend to have you tamed before the week is out - and trained within a month."

Setta tried to snarl something out, but couldn't even make the smile leave her face. "That's right, everybody! The Iron Dragon, Doctor Setta Flamowitz, is now the Ironic Bitch! As you can see by my wagging tail, that's just super with me! In fact, that tail itself is ironic! You can see how wet I'm getting, right? That's not because I like my tail! In fact, I really don't like having things in my bottom at all! But it's really driving me nuts to feel it moving around and not be able to do anything about it, and I'm kinda ironically turned on by my own helplessness! We'll all get to explore all my interests together on the web! Paying customers get to watch live feeds, but everybody can watch the weekly highlights."

She couldn't see behind her, but her voice went on anyhow. "Coming in behind me is the infamous Doctor Chimera, but he's not going to be splicing anybody today! Instead, he's going to play veterinarian for you all and give me a nice thorough exam on-air so everyone can learn all about my body! Eeep! There goes my tail! Doctor Chimera is starting with one place where I definitely do have something hurt - turns out I have a particularly tight and fragile rectum, and the first tail I tried to put in was just a bit too big! Not to worry, though, it's all patched up and I have a nice little plug to wear while it heals. Once it's done, then we'll start working on stretching me out!"

Her face blazed as the tail-plug began pushing back and forth, watching the hybrid doctor smirking at her while he pushed it into her rear, then tugged it back out, in and out, in and out, his other hand going to her crotch, spreading her folds for the camera. "As you can see, I'm finding this really quite mortifying! I'm awfully ashamed that my very first public orgasm is going to be while getting my ass pumped by a toy, but at least I haven't learned to *completely* get off just from anal yet - but don't worry, I will, much to my dismay! Oooh! Yes, I'm really incredibly humiliated right now, and every time my poor tight little ring pops around that toy my cheeks get even hotter, and it's making me very sexually responsive. It's all me, promise! The Psychoswan has read all my personal weaknesses and she's designing my show to highlight all of them for you, but she's not responsible for how wet I am - that's all naughty perverted Ironic Bitch dripping down her legs for a tail in her ass and fingers on her pussy!"

She fought as hard as she could to reassert some control, any at all... but her body might as well have been paralyzed for all the response she got from it. She could feel heat building quickly between her legs. "Oh, yes, I'm very excited and embarrassed! I'm going to cum very soon from this! Doctor Chimera has very talented fingers in my pussy, but mostly I'm really just that aroused! Oh! This next bit will stay on the website free, my very first slave-climax! I really don't want to do this, but I don't get any choice in the matter! And... here... we... CUM!" She found her head tipping back and letting out a distinctly feral howl as her hips bucked lewdly, unable to stop herself from putting on a show as the orgasm hit - and felt the Psychoswan's power in her mind assuring her that soon enough, she *would* be learning to appreciate psi-boosted climaxes, but her first one just now gets to be 'all natural' as it were.

"Oh, yes, that felt very good, and I came a lot harder because I know so many of my fans old and new are watching me or will watch the clip later! Ooh, that speculum is a little chilly! I know the light is shining just right for everyone to see right up inside my pussy as Doctor Chimera spreads me - aren't I blushing nicely for it? Look how nicely it shines while the doctor cleans me out with a nice heavy douche! No, there's nothing wrong with your monitor or the cameras - that was a quintuple dose of Doctor Chimera's commercial product, Sensory Gel, in that douche, and that's why my inner walls are quivering and going deeper pink, and why my pussylips are swelling and also going pinker - more blood vessels are forming and more nerve endings! Since there is an antidote, it doesn't count as a permanent modification - but I'm going to be one squirmy little bitch until I get it!"

She felt the multi-species doctor's hand against her crotch and gasped sharply. Her voice continued brightly prattling on anyhow, as though the Psychoswan were using her like a ventriloquist's dummy. "Oh my! That does feel nice! Ah! Oh, wow, that was a hard af... ah! Ooh! Doctor Chimera is, ah, showing me how, oooh, how easily, ah, I, ah, ah, ah AH! Ah... ahhh... How easily I can be kept going now in very potent aftershocks after I cum. With a quintuple dose, I'll remain susceptible to aftershocks for a full half-hour each time I orgasm - and you know I'm going to be orgasming a lot like the horny, slutty little bitch I'm going to reveal myself as!"

"Tend to yourself," interjected the amused voice of the criminal doctor, and Setta found her paws sliding between her legs. She gasped hard and arched - and he thrust his erect penis into her mouth, having come around to her front. "I will take over narration for a moment," he rumbled, "as our little bitch here has her mouth full getting her 'oral examination.' She is quite talented with that lengthy tongue of hers - or capable, at least, and under proper direction will learn the skills she is being taught even as I speak." He gripped her cheeks and began slowly thrusting through her lips, balls slapping on her chin. "Every time she climaxes, a small bit more of a lesson is drilled into her - not by psychic command, which would of course be 'unfair,' but by sheer... pavlovian... conditioning. Ahhh. It *had* been some time. She swallows wonderfully, but anyone does when their throat is blocked as hers is, you see. And through it all, her own fingers kept her writhing in pleasure, associating her climaxes with submission and obedience." He drew smoothly out, stroking himself to her cheek to wipe her saliva off, along with a bead of lingering semen at his tip.

"Mmmm! Thank you, Doctor!" the dragoness chirped, and unwillingly licked her lips. "I really didn't want to do that, so it was really humiliating and exciting to get turned into a cocksucker on live video like that! The Psychoswan will be making sure to maintain and emphasize both aspects of that, so when I'm trained I'll be a nice little eager but bashful knob-gobbler. And all my fans, old and new, get to watch me learn to love getting tasty mouthfuls! And don't worry, heroes - even my psychic conditioning is being done with a very clever new technique the Psychoswan has developed to ensure I'll recover from my captivity in exactly the same length of time I'm held, so she can play directly with me!"

He smirked down at her. "Heel," he directed, and strode off through a doorway. She found herself crawling after him on all four paws... wait... that wasn't right, was it? There was another word. She couldn't think of it, though. Her forelegs ended in... in paws. That wasn't right. Her face burned as she heard herself announce, "Oh! What a silly little Ironic Bitch I am! I *just* realized that puppydragons only have paws and aren't allowed to even think of having things like 'hands' like my trainers and Mistress have! I'm going to be such fun for the Psychoswan to adjust - look how my fluffy tail is wagging and how my hips are squirming in excitement just from that one little vocabulary adjustment! Similarly, I'm going to be losing other words over the rest of the week - see how cute my cheeks are when they go red when I tell you I won't be able to call my naughty bits 'private' when I wake up? Because they obviously aren't at this point! Everybody's had a nice long look at them, all wet and drippy and pink and puffy like they are now!"

Dr. Chimera kept going as she spoke, leading her into another room - this one looked like a classroom, with a blackboard at one end, a roll-down screen in front of the board, and a heavy wooden desk in the front. There was no desk for a student, though - just a thick pad on the floor and a lot of very visible camera lenses all around. The evil doctor smirked and pointed. "Sit." She helplessly crawled in and sat, legs wide, forepaws on the ground between her knees, tail still wagging. He walked out.

"Oh boy! Now that I've passed my medical exams, I get to start my first lessons," the Psychoswan put into her mouth, making her yap excitedly. "The rights to get first crack at me went to the highest bidder, Electrolight, who was sure happy to know he'd be able to get revenge on me! For my first lesson, I'm going to be learning about electrical stimulation - along with starting to learn to love tending to needy cocks with my mouth!"

The board revealed itself as a large monitor, not a piece of slate at all. One side showed four gauges: "ORAL" "HUMIL" "AWARE" and "DIGNITY". ORAL was down near the bottom, by a legend reading 'Rebel'. At the top of the gauge was 'Crave.' 'HUMIL' was rated 0 - 100, and was at 80. 'Dignity' was rated from 'Proud' to 'Bitch' and was almost completely to 'Proud.' 'Aware' was 0 - 100 as well and was at 90.

"Everybody can keep track of my training with me! By the time I'm tamed, the Dignity meter will have gone all the way up to Bitch, and by the time I'm trained the Oral meter and allll my other skill meters will have gone all the way up, too! The Psychoswan will be taking lots of care to keep the Humiliation meter high, though, as well as my Self-Awareness meter. She knows that my really embarrassing and exciting secret fantasy is to be utterly, utterly humiliated, totally aware of everything I'm doing and that a good little hero *wouldn't* do any of it, and totally not responsible for anything I do so I don't feel guilty! A good pet has no responsibility at all, just obedience, and I can't stop anything that I do while the Psychoswan controls me, so I'm really, really excited already. By the time she's done, I'll know everything I'm doing, be totally embarrassed all day long, but be too happy and loyal to stop from doing it!"

Another figure walked in - and her mouth chirped out, "Hello, Master Electrolight!" The yellow-and-blue raccoon grinned toothily at her, an erection tenting his tight outfit already. He didn't speak immediately; he walked to her, pushed her unresisting body onto her back, and set a hand between her legs.

She let out a loud squeal and bucked as he began to feed bolt after bolt of his signature electric-light pulses into her, every one tuned for her body; her inner walls spasmed so hard they ached and stars danced in her eyes from the unbearable overload of pleasure. He licked his lips and effortlessly continued until she nearly passed out, then swatted his hand firmly on her crotch. Her overloaded nerves failed to register the strike, which was the only reason the Psychoswan permitted the extra moment of abuse.

"God, I've wanted to hear you screaming for me like that since the first time you stuck that big scaly nose of yours into my business," he growled while she gasped for breath, even psychic control unable to stymie the physical reaction without leaving her unconscious and thus a poor show. "And I'm going to teach you more ways to scream and beg, too. Your pussy needs a minute to recover, so I'm going to fuck your face first."

Setta tried to stop herself, but rolled back onto all fours, panting hard still, fluffy tail still wagging maddeningly and patting her buttocks with every wag. Her mouth opened, and he smirked, lowering his pants and thrusting into her mouth. "Suck and paw," he ordered. She tried to yank her head away, but it was no more use than any other resistance she'd offered.

Her lips closed around his penis, and one rubber-clad paw lifted between her legs, stroking at her hypersensitive crotch. Her eyes widened as she felt the Psychoswan's power slide more prominently into her mind, and heard a psionic chuckle again.

"Yes, very amusing rebelliousness, little puppy. But you're going to be so very surprised and ashamed of yourself at how very, very quickly you learn first to tolerate, then enjoy, then actively crave having a penis in your mouth. You see? Your lips are wrapped around him and your paw is rewarding yourself already. It feels good... and yes, pet, it will *always* taste that delicious for you. Just stroke your tongue... yes, like that, I'm making sure you burn this moment into your memory so you won't forget what you're doing. You are a fun little plaything, aren't you! Trying to keep yourself from enjoying this when it all feels so good!"

The evil raccoon gave a slow grin, and let his power slowly begin to flow. Her mouth filled with lightning-crackles dancing from her teeth, making her entire head tingle - and that, too, her captor patiently and slowly began adjusting her to appreciate. Not all at once, not too fast; too fast and even a well-broken mind wouldn't accept the new preferences as natural. But she quite literally couldn't stop herself from feeling a treacherous pulse of excitement as she slowly fellated him, feeling her tongue dancing against him and her mouth watering with the delicious musky taste.

Setta heard the amused voice in her head again, the Psychoswan's commanding presence dancing in her mind. "Perhaps I spoke too soon. You're enjoying this already." Setta's cheeks blazed, but she felt a nudge at her mind - and suddenly thought back to her captor, unable to deny the exposed secret truth, "Yes, I like this. It feels naughty and exciting to be licking him and to not be responsible for it."

Her body trembled in a sudden surge of joy, satisfaction, and pleasure - and she knew that the villainess was sending it to her as a reward for however involuntarily giving an honest and complete response. Knowing didn't make it any less effective; she basked for a moment in the sensation of worthy accomplishment and happily swirled her tongue around on his cocktip, lost in the feeling. It only lasted an eyeblink, and then her face burned hot as she realized anew what she was doing. But... she couldn't stop. It was as though a hand was gently holding her tongue, guiding it in happy slurps, forcing her to keep her attention riveted on her work. Then she realized that of course that was what was happening; the Psychoswan was teaching her, controlling her tongue, making her concentrate on what she was so helplessly doing to ensure she'd learn quickly. She tried to force her mind away from her mouth - and briefly instead moaned softly at the luxuriant feel of her rubber-clad paw between her legs, and then her thoughts were guided gently back to her work, but now with a warm undercurrent of pleasure dancing from her privates.

The raccoon groaned appreciatively and pulled himself back; Setta tried not to, but her tongue reached after him to lick along his length. He was breathing heavily, but not enough to suggest he was too close to the brink of climax. "Kiss," he demanded, pointing to his crotch, and her cheeks blushed hot again as she unwillingly leaned in to touch her lips to his tip. He waited, and her eyes closed, forcing her to concentrate on the taste and feel and smell of him. Her tongue stroked at the roof of her mouth, catching the lingering flavor of him while her lips worked down his length in small caresses, then moved to one furry testicle, then the other, giving his maleness a slow, thorough acquaintance with her lips. He set his hand atop her nose, holding her there, her hot breath washing over his tip and inhaling his odor with every movement of her lungs. "Teabag," he said hotly. "Lick 'em clean."

Her body squirmed, but that external control made her obey. Her mouth opened to take his heavy balls into her mouth and she realized she was salivating hard at his smell. His delicious, horribly lewd, unbearably taunting smell. His length rubbed against her nose as she licked delicately at his orbs in her mouth, feeling how she was being guided to lick a little circle on one, then move to the other, then back to the first, over and over, circles overlapping so every last hair on his scrotum had her tongue pass over it at least twice. A drop of pre fell from his tip onto her muzzle and he laughed, getting more breathless, and used a finger to wipe it across her face. He pulled back again and without a spoken order drove his shaft back into her mouth.

Her eyes were still closed; there was nothing to distract her from the orgasm that erupted in her hips under the clumsy stroking of her mitted paw and the commanding, delicious thrust across her tongue. She let out a gasp that came out a mumbled bark, and she heard herself whimpering as she suckled on him, tonguing his penis like a lollipop, aftershocks whirling through her body as she couldn't stop masturbating while she fellated him. Her eyes snapped open as the voice returned inside her mind - "Well, that was easy. You didn't even notice I let you do that on your own, did you? And now the first inklings of craving are in place. I'll have you begging to use your tongue before the week is out, I think."

To her shame, all the Ironic Bitch could think back was an abashed, "I think you will." She tried to muster some defiant retort, but her thoughts refused to follow any path beyond submissive honesty. She mrmmphed as abruptly the raccoon emptied his balls into her mouth, her throat gulping hard as he poured his semen into her belly. Her eyes opened up and she unintentionally looked up, seeing his grinning face looking down at her - and just for a moment the Psychoswan shared with her what he was seeing. A pink-cheeked little dragonbitch sucking timidly on his cock, gulping down his cum into her happy little tummy. He stroked a finger under her chin - and instantly she purred happily, overcome with a flood of pride in a job well done, and gratitude to Master for being so generous with his praise, and eagerly looking forward to her next task! His finger stopped and her face burned again as she came to her senses once more.

"Bitches love getting positive feedback," he taunted her. "Present!" She found her body jumping to obey, turning around, lowering her chin to the ground and lifting her rump, displaying her puffy pink folds for him to inspect, finally moving her wet paw away from her crotch. He cupped her sex in his palm and stroked her; she could only bear his touch a moment before she let out a loud whine as an aftershock danced through her again, and without the slightest use of his powers. He laughed and moved his hand, touching a fingertip to her anus, spread around the wagging plug-tail... and she howled as he sent jolts into that tight ring of muscle, making it bear down until it cramped around her new tail, holding the clench a long count of ten... and finally he landed a firm spank on her backside. She panted, then whined as he returned his palm to her soaked folds, stroking and tingle-jolting her until her head was swimming with blaze after blaze of echoed orgasm and her chin was wet from her drool.

His hand gripped the furry tail in her bottom and gave a firm yank, pulling it out. She gasped hard and jerked at the tug against her tired, aching ring, then squirmed at the empty feeling left behind. "Up," he ordered, and she came back to all fours.

She found herself staring at the tail in his hand, and it felt odd, *wrong*, to not have it buried in her rear, to not have the comforting pat-pat of fur against the upper curve of each buttock. She watched the 'Dignity' meter slowly climbing, edging away from 'Proud' rapidly toward 'Bitch.' 'Aware' had climbed to 95, and 'Humil' had climbed to 90. She tried to hold still or look away, but her hips kept wriggling from the disquieting vacant feeling and her eyes kept coming back to the tail. He grinned smugly at her. "What's the matter, hero? Lost something? Speak!"

She opened her mouth and a loud bark came out, and he laughed. "Talk!" Her jaws opened again, but this time her voice came out - humiliatingly timid and plaintive. "Yes." He looked expectantly at her and her mind raced; it felt imposed, artificial, but she *had* to respond properly! "Yes, Master."

He kept looking. "Yes, Master. I've lot my tail." he gave a slight gesture with his other hand to continue. "Yes, Master. I've lost my tail. I... I... I feel... naked without it, Master." He laughed loudly and held it to her lips; she felt only a slight nudge making her hold it in her mouth, whining and squirming.

"That's right," he confirmed, patting her amusedly on the cheek. "A little addition for you. That love-hate relationship you have with toys in your ass is getting turned up nice and high. Any time you don't have your tail - or something else - stuffed in there, your self-consciousness goes all the way up. And now we're going to let everybody see you with your tail in your mouth and your ass uncovered. Heel." He turned and walked from the room - and whimpering loudly around the fuzzy tail in her mouth, squirming madly, face sizzling, she crawled after him. She knew it was imposed, knew she was being trained to feel this way... but still, every step she took, every minion who looked her way, every instant she felt that gnawing loose emptiness in her bottom, she whined, humiliation bathing her, making her drip down her thighs, worse than any naked-on-stage dream.

She knew she should be furious, be fighting as hard as she could, be indignant... but it was like every time she managed to raise more than the slightest inkling of resistance, the psionic villainess' power stroked her mind and patted it down, leaving her wallowing in shame, arousal, and timidity. Electrolight led her into another room, then turned and left. She was left whimpering and squirming, staring up at a large, familiar figure. Break Drake. Apparently he'd been rescued after she fought him, before he could be brought in by the police. He wasn't wearing his costume, or anything else. Just his bare scales. The infamous Boh.

With the tail in her mouth, she couldn't make a sound; she didn't think she'd be able to do anything but bark even if her mouth was empty. Boh smirked at her. He didn't waste any time. He laid on his back and gestured toward his crotch. "Lick." She tried to stop herself, but only perfunctorily; exactly as she expected, her efforts to misbehave came to naught. She bowed her head down and set the tail down, whining and squirming at the lack, then trotted over to his side. He grinned toothily at her as she started slurping wetly at his genital slit - and in no time at all, at his emerging length. His taste filled her mouth instantly and saliva flooded her jaws; she helplessly began drooling down her chin as she lapped at him. He saw and laughed, hands behind his head as he made her do all the work. In a very short time his erection was bobbing against her lips, fully extended. It was every bit as oversized as the rest of his powerful body.

"Suck," he commanded with a leer. She whined again, finding herself crawling up onto his chest to get her mouth into position, presenting him with a lovely view of her puffy pink pussy and loosened backside. She remembered this time to resist, but it was already a feeble effort. Her lips opened around Break Drake's glans, his tip alone thicker than a stallion's - and she began pushing her head down onto him. She grunted helplessly as he moved through her mouth; her throat bulged around him as she started reflexively and incessantly swallowing violently on him, gulping hard. He laughed and licked at her crotch as she squirmed, face burning and body wriggling.

Boh let out a happy groan and flicked his tongue up inside her pussy, making the squirming dragoness arch hard, still sensitive from pawing off while sucking Electrolight. He laughed, tongue flicking about, and her body bucked as he brought her easily to another eruption of pleasure. He rumbled against her crotch, "Tight throat and a good hard suck on you, girl. And I'm all pent up. Got plenty for you to enjoy!" She shuddered hard and tried to pull away, rubber-paws pushing weakly against his belly. He laughed and kept licking her cleft, making her writhe, again and again and again.

He soon erupted down her throat; she felt his massive load pooling in her stomach, flooding her belly, making her tummy bulge! He let out a loud roar of triumph, thrusting his hips and driving himself against her lips, her neck swollen out around his member, his pulsing length straining her throat visibly with every spurt. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back, letting her gasp aloud as the end of his climax splattered her in the face, catching her mid-breath and making her sputter - then lick her lips. He laughed aloud again and, still rock-hard, commanded, "Now, fuck it!"

Setta whimpered again, her hips still squirming embarrassedly with a gaping emptiness in her backside, but her body turned about to rub her wet slit to his tip, semen-splattered face looking up at Boh. He grinned wickedly at her and waited, and she whined, but her legs begin slowly pushing her back down onto that monster cock. Just his tip was enough to let her feel him stretching her, and her hypersensitive flesh gripped tight on him. She whined hard again - and he snickered, and lowered a paw to her ass. She let out a yelp as she felt him effortlessly thrust a finger in under her tail, then blushed violently. He snorted in amusement and ordered, "Say it."

Her face burned hot, but her voice came out meekly. "Thank you. Master. For giving me something in my bottom. I feel better now, Master." With her anus wrapped around his finger, she resumed working down onto his cock, feeling herself stretching wide around him, gasping and shuddering at the sheer girth. He laughed again, and again, watching her whimper and obediently stretch herself out on his maleness. She pushed back until his tip pressed to her cervix, a ridge in her belly, and couldn't go further, holding two-thirds of his length inside her. He smirked and tugged his finger out of her rear, listening to her whimper and squirm on him, her stretched-out walls flexing on him - and brought that finger up to scritch under her chin.

Once more her chest swelled with pride at her accomplishment! Why, she'd stretched her pussy around that whole big cock as deep as she could possibly go! Master was so generous to give her such a nice bit of recognition for her hard work, she couldn't wait for her next command! She purred for him as his finger stroked under her chin, caressing playfully there while her inner walls quivered and flexed around him. He chortled at the blissful expression on her face and watched her happily riding him, humping herself onto his thick member, her inner muscles loosening the more she rubbed them around his cock.

He was, as he'd said, pent up. With a happy little bitch humping him so energetically and enthusiastically, it didn't take long for him to fill her with his hot semen, pumping his seed up into her body from the other end, giving her a stomach and a womb alike stuffed with his jism. He growled in satisfaction and let his finger drop from her chin. Her face went red again instantly. He reached over and grabbed the furry tail-plug, stuffing it into her mouth, and pointed at the door. "To the swan," he ordered - and she whined, hips again squirming in self-conscious humiliation as she pulled herself from his cock, feeling her cleft sagging lewdly loose, and crawled out the door.

Crawling down the corridor by herself was even worse than being led by Electrolight. Her privates were drooling semen in a trail behind her, and more was dripping from her face. Her ass felt even looser than her pussy despite the fact that the penis so freshly removed from her body was far, far larger than the plug in her mouth. Every passing minion seemed to point and laugh the instant she wasn't looking, and she just *knew* they were all staring at her missing tail. She couldn't make herself think about anything but her own humiliation for more than a second or two before a fresh pulse of embarrassment drowned her mind. Halfway down the hall she realized she was going to cum. She was mortified beyond belief and she was getting off on it without anything touching her. She couldn't stop. Every thought of her own exposure, her helplessness, her blatantly missing tail, was a hot throb between her legs. She wasn't two-thirds down the hall before she howled around the tail, unwillingly announcing her climax.

She was still panting as she came into the swan's chamber. The Psychoswan was sitting in a chair at a small round table with a pair of plates on it, with another chair on the other side. She gestured at the other chair. "Sit there and put that toy on the table," she directed. Setta found herself nearly crushed by the sheer presence of her captor, meekly obeying with not so much as a thought of resistance. Sitting in the chair was awkward. It felt wrong. The plate on the table was mouth-wateringly attractive, and the Psychoswan gave an indulgent gesture Setta knew was giving her permission to eat. She couldn't bring herself to do it. The swan smiled in casual amusement.

"Something wrong?" she asked expectantly, taking a small bite herself. "A meal and repartee is a usual part of a traditional hero captivity."

Setta squirmed in the seat, feeling that psychic power dancing in her mind, forcing her to examine her own feelings, her own situation, refusing to let her hide her shames and her desires, making her voice them aloud even though she knew perfectly clearly that the swan had uncovered all her secrets long before she had known them herself. "I... I... I shouldn't... shouldn't be eating off the table... shouldn't be sitting in a chair... shouldn't sit like *this*..." She heard the whine in her voice and her face seared red, but she mumbled, "I want my tail please..."

The Psychoswan smiled again, indulgently. "Oh? Aren't you the Iron Dragon? Shouldn't you be telling me how you'll resist anything I can do?"

Setta whined again. "No... I'm... I'm... I'm the Ironic Bitch for you, you captured me and gave me my captive-name and I'm still captive so I'm the Ironic Bitch," she babbled unwillingly. "You've half-tamed me already or more and even right now you're not letting me pretend I'm not excited and... and want more... because you can reach into my mind and find just how to make me want to be your pet, that's what you do.."

"Not always, pet. Sometimes I make my playthings want to be my slaves, or my furniture, or my decorations. But you wanted so very badly, underneath all that noble idealism... not to have to be responsible, and to enjoy all the physical pleasures those naughty girls you disdained seemed to enjoy so much. And now you can. By tomorrow evening you'll be fully tamed - and I think you're going to be cooperating with the process by morning. Such a wonderful contradiction you are, wanting to submit because you feel so naturally superior, wanting to be treated like a slut without accepting *being* one, wanting to be defeated and so you built the most powerful suit you could. And now... now I'm giving you all your dark secret fantasies, all the things you always wanted but never would do for yourself. But now you'll do them for me. Now... if you shouldn't be eating at the table, sitting in a chair, where do you want to be?"

Setta squirmed harder, the chair's press against her rump a constant reminder of her missing plug. "I... I... I... I should be... eating from a bowl on the floor... and sitting at your feet like a proper bitch. Wagging my tail. Feeling you taking away more and more from me until I only have to do what I'm told and know I've been defeated and be humiliated and broken and happy..." The swan tilted her head slightly, and Setta felt her mind being given just a tiny bit of space. A tiny decision she was being allowed to make for herself. With her response obvious, but still her choice to make, one last responsibility she couldn't realistically deny - but that she could refuse anyway if she wanted to, no matter how silly it would be... but she whimpered and hung her head in shame. "Mistress," she finished.

The Psychoswan laughed in quiet, polite triumph. "Then get down off the furniture, you silly dog, and present yourself."

Setta whimpered and scrambled out of the chair, feeling a sense of relief go through her at getting out of that place she wasn't supposed to be anymore! She lowered her head to the swan's foot and lifted her rump - and in a moment of submission she kissed the toes in front of her lips. That caught the villain by surprise, but she laughed after a moment. "You cannot at *all* pretend *that* was any of my doing," she said in amusement. "But good girl." Setta gave a soft moan of pleasure at the feeling of bliss that swirled through her at the magic words... then a yelp as the swan thrust the furry tail-plug back into her bottom again, setting it wagging firmly. The dragoness' face pinkened again as she gave her bottom a wiggle to show her appreciation, but kept herself presented as told. The door opened, but she couldn't see who came in - just that they slide a well-used heavy plastic bowl in front of her face, with large pieces of kibble filling it. "Eat. All of it," the swan ordered, and though Setta's belly was still stuffed with Boh's cum, she with only fading tinges of rebellion gobbled it down. It was dry and had a slightly meaty taste, but mostly just tasted stale-ish.

When she'd licked the bowl clean, the swan patted her thigh - and Setta recognized the signal, her cheeks pinkening again. She felt Mistress' power in her mind - but an urge, playfully letting her refuse if she could muster the willpower. She couldn't. She sat up and rested her head on the swan's thigh. Then began to mewl in soft fuzzy-minded whirls of sheer delight as she felt Mistress' fingers gently begin to stroke her head. It was absolution, forgiveness for all her silly antics before, an act of unbelievable generosity she could never repay, unconditional love, it was sex and cuddling and afterglow and screaming orgasms all at once. She felt Mistress' power slide into her mind and without resistance collar and leash her spirit, binding her to love and be loyal to Mistress, and she was unspeakably happy to be so wonderfully bound.

Setta had no idea how long she stayed there being petted. It seemed to last for heavenly ages. At last, though, those fingers stroked her cheek instead and let her droop, panting in what suddenly felt like a tremendous effort. The swan laughed again, softly. "You will make a good pet indeed. You can't imagine it now, still being tamed, but soon you'll have that spunk back. A little of it. You'll learn to pull at your leash and enjoy feeling it pull you back. You'll learn to put up a show of resistance and independence and then to submit all over again. You'll learn to pretend you don't want your fantasies - instead of hiding them from yourself. Now. Roll over."

Setta promptly rolled onto her back, panting, tail wagging. The swan knelt beside her and laid a hand on the dragoness' belly, then began stroking at her bared skin. Setta gasped and half-moaned, half-whimpered, her back arching and her paws all waving about in the air. It was like tickling and hugging and orgasming all at once and she couldn't take an instant of it and she wanted more and if she could have she would have pulled away because it was more than she could bear and it was another impossibly generous gift from Mistress, making her endure so much more of her tummyrubbing than silly little Ironic Bitch could ever have stood on her own! She gasped for air and writhed, tongue hanging out and paws flailing and tail wagging madly! The swan relented and Setta lay wheezing on the floor for air.

"Heel," she said, and Setta rolled to her paws, still gasping for breath, following along. They came to a large room mostly taken up by a large wire cage. Inside were a pack of large-bodied feral canines, all sniffing at the air and panting and wagging their tails and yipping in clear excitement. Among them were three unicorn stallions - on all fours, with pads on their knees and paw-mitts on their hands and wagging tails like Setta's own plug. "Ah, the Guardians. Some of my earliest captives. Never rescued since. So few people knew they existed in the first place. By now they don't remember anything but their canine life." The swan opened the door. "In. Present," she ordered. Setta whimpered slightly - but went into the kennel to meet her new pack with her rump high and her tail wagging.

She was a constant presence by the Psychoswan's side for almost three years, protected from rescue with unusual intensity, happily crouching at her Mistress' feet to give her something to pet while plotting or negotiating, willingly doing her part to help morale all throughout the criminal world, her trademark pink blush and adorable whimper becoming even better known than her old Iron Dragon suit as her 'training' series of videos turned into an ongoing hit. She learned to lick herself clean, to properly cooperate with nearly any fetish demanded of her, to pose for cameras and whimper on cue. Her self-awareness never dipped below two-thirds, nor her humiliation; her dignity quickly reached 'Bitch' and stayed there. Every second of every day, she knew she was shaming herself unbearably - and couldn't bear to refuse a thing she was ordered. If she refused, it might all end...

... though it eventually did, after her eventual rescue. Three more years after her eventual rescue, once the conditioning wore off, but in the meantime her heroic compatriots had an eager little bitch of their own to play with!