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A pale blue light shone from behind the dark figure sitting on the stone chair, the only light in the throne room beside the dragon adventurer's own torch. "Ah, you've finally made it to me little one." The figure's sultry voice bouncing around the pillars on either side of the long walk up to him. "It has been quite some time, I was afraid you had gotten lost." The figure slowly rose his hand, snapping his fingers as the sound of fire roared to life. The ground between each pillar flashed, a controlled line of arcane fire filling the room with light.

The figure slowly got up from his throne, a muscular male form that seemed almost human in shape, barring the large horns that curved around his forehead, talon like claws, fangs that just from the bottom of his mouth, and webbed wings, all a uniform near shimmering black color. The surface of the demon's skin a slick looking material, the light from the arcane fire almost being sucked in by whatever it was, a void desiring to pull whatever specs of light it could. Size-wise, the demon had to be a good seven and a half feet tall, with the build of a barbarian, muscled form threatening to burst from the slick black rubbery skin. The creature didn't seem to have a need for clothing, the only thing looking like it might be covered being the large bulge sticking out between their legs, giving plenty of ideas what lay behind it.

The dragon that stood before him grit his teeth, holding his sword in his hands. The adventurer not without his own daunting form. While normally he was head to toe in his own armor, he stood before the demon in naught but a small slick black pair of briefs. It wasn't long in to his journey that a rather simple slime trap disintegrated his armor and most of his equipment. Luckily for him, his new adventurer's outfit was found in one of the many chambers of the dungeon, hidden away in a not-too-suspicious-looking trunk allowing him to recover some of his pride. While still smaller than the approaching demon, the dragon was usually regarded as quite the imposing figure him self. Six feet tall, body built over years of training in physical combat, he could definitely hold his own battle.

Unfortunately for him, the embarrassing slime encounter wasn't the only thing waiting for him in the dungeon, and he didn't know what he would find in the throne room. He had lost count of how long he had been down here wandering the halls... Days? Weeks? This place had a way of playing tricks on the mind, hoping to break an adventurers mind before the found the secrets beneath. "Silence demon, I am here to finally end this!" The dragon said, watching the figure slowly get up from the throne and start to descend the steps and approach.

"You look quite menacing down there" the demon teased, stepping down finally to the same level as the dragon intruder, "not often you see adventurers end their quest in such a... revealing outfit as yours."

The dragon could feel the burn of embarrassment building on his face, "Boast all you want, your perverted cheap tricks were nothing more than that, tricks. I will make sure nobody has the misfortune to fall to them again." He said, bringing his sword in front of him pointing it at the demon, focusing his magical energies through the weapon almost as if it were an extension of himself. Few could handle conjuring the spell the dragon was gathering before him, haven taken at least a decade to cast in a weaker form, the strongest spell in the adventurers arsenal, hoping he could end this all before it began. A small light started to build in the air before his; the rest of the room dimming in comparison.

"Oh, I see you've brought little tricks of your own" the demon chuckled, watching the energy build, the flames around them bending as if they were lending their light to the building spell. "I hope the little dragon knows how to use that."

Finally after a couple of seconds, the dragon let out a roar as he released the stored energy. A beam of pure light shot forward and pierced the demon through his left pectoral, extending beyond the demon and shooting through the stone throne, even the wall and likely whatever lie beyond. He held on to his spell as long as he could, hoping to make sure that the evil before him was obliterated, before lowering his sword with a grunt, panting as he attempted to regain his breath.

Silence filled the room, the dragon's vision distorting a bit as he attempted not to pass out from using so much of his energy. "Interesting," the demon finally said with a chuckle, his form showing from the clearing of the dust of the blast. The dragon jumped in shock as he looked up at the demon with a gaping hole in his chest, "Not everyone goes for the big climactic spell right away, leaves a pretty big opening afterwards if it doesn't get the job done."

The dragon took a step back, heart racing as he wobbled a bit , finding his body rather sore after putting so much in one attack. He didn't know of anything that could survive such a concentrated attack, let along brag about it afterward. He watched as the hole on the demons chest slowly started to close. Globs of the black substance that made up his skin flowing over the hole and bubbling before finally shrinking back down in to the same uniform material. He looked over at the demon, waiting to see what attack was headed toward his way in his weakened state, cursing himself for putting himself at such a disadvantage. Almost in a blink, the demon was gone.

Before the dragon could even turn to try and find out where the demon had gone, he felt the stiff feeling of some sort of rubber suddenly behind him. The demon wrapped a thick tree-trunk like arm around his chest, and pressed him in a tight cling.

"I hope you would have learned better by now, but as with all your other attempts it would seem that you just do not have the power to succeed. Perhaps that why you make such a good thrall, its just in your nature." The demon teased, stepping out from behind the dragon, the feeling of being trapped in the demon's cling remaining. The arm that grabbed him quickly turned in to a solid rubber binding, wrapping around his arms and chest, pinning them to the dragon's sides. The area the demon's arm used to be attached to slowly bubbled, before a new arm shot out of the demon's side in a sudden burst, almost immediately stretching and flexing to show its normal mobility. "We have had a lot of fun you and I, since I let you strike out on this adventure. Watching you fail the same trial over and over again until I finally got the difficulty just right, and you were able to succeed."

The dragon grit his teeth, having no clue what the demon was talking about. It had been a long journey, but he had powered his way through all of the trials up to this point. What kind of boast was the demon 'letting' him through the dungeon, he set out on this quest to... to...

"Having trouble remembering why you stepped in to my little abode in the first place? I wasn't sure if we should give you some fake reason, but you know, I love it when a minion's head starts to struggle from the gaps not lining up. Its almost an act of kindness when I take the ability to use it for yourself back from you." The demon continued, stepping directly in front of the dragon, placing a claw on his chin and pressing it up, to make the dragon's gaze meet his own. Something he had yet to really notice on the demon was the piercing yellow gaze that shown out of his dark form, contrasting the empty black of the face surrounding it. The second he locked eyes, an alarm went back in the back of his head that something was off, something magical was afoot, but the dragon was helpless to do anything about it. He wanted to look away... no, he felt like he should want to look away, but all he could do was look up at the demon's face, the claw pressing in to his chin further as the dragon started to lean more in to it.

"What was my favorite failure of yours... was it the orc guard that you couldn't wander past? Not able to set aside your draw to their attractive forms to focus enough on battle?" the demon teased once more, his bright yellow eyes pulsing as he allowed the memory to be freed in the dragons head.

Suddenly, his mind strained with intruding memory of the orcish guards he remembered devising a plan to sneak around on the upper floors. Painfully, the new memory clashed with the old, his mind flipping between what he could have sworn happened, and what the demon's eyes were telling him happened. Various images of them capturing him, and what a bored platoon of orc warriors do to a scantily clad, uppity dragon adventurer distracted him. As if he was reliving the new memory, he could feel them pinning him on the ground, the weight of the over-sized warriors trapping him in place. He could smell the musk of the sweaty guards as they discovered they could tease them with sticking his muzzle in all sorts of body crevices. Different variations of this played in his mind happening multiple times all ending in him glassy eyed, drooling, shoving his snout in a nearby relaxing orc's armpit or servicing one under their mess hall table as they ate. His mind was filled with the tales of a dragon adventurer becoming a communal toy for the orcish warriors that wandered these halls, unable to tell which was true. After long enough, the painful memories all started to feel true, all experienced by the dragon one after another.

None of these were things that he remembered until the demon let him... no forced him to remember. The sensible side of his mind told him these were just tricks that were being played, but for some reason they felt so real.

"Or there was the pack of minotaurs, hunting you through the production floors, always so close to escaping their grasp but coming up just short in the end?" The demons eyes pulsed once again, the memories of using all sorts of tricks and spells to creep past the bull like creatures that guarded the large* open rooms of machines and constructs. One was a simple spell of invincibility, another attempting to use various sounds and knocks from the shadows to distract them as he snuck through. All but one of these various methods ended up in a minotaur towering over him, easily relieving him of his weapon, and soon his mobility, as he was added to whatever these large rooms were for. Muddling with the one image of his escape in to the stairway just as he would have been discovered, he could see himself in all sorts of uses to his captors. They usually involved being strapped to some form of machine that was humming along in the room. One of the more common ones was him strapped to an upright slab of metal, arcane runes scribbled on a small rock hanging in front of him while a long suction cup pumped at his exposed dragon cock, something about 'Milking to keep the other warriors refreshed'. The dragon shuddered as the lost feeling of 'being a useful dragon' came to him. A straight-thinking dragon would have realized that they were using the arcane to trick him in to thinking that his servitude made him feel good, but unfortunately for him straight thinking was becoming harder and harder.

But you know, seeing you here now, lost in my gaze, memories of your adventures causing you to end up like this." The demon said, reaching forward to run a claw lightly on the painfully stiff tent that had grown in the dragons trunks, "I think this will always be my favorite." The black material of his only remaining clothing twitched as the demons hand rubbed against it, slowly melting away back in to the demons hand that had created them in the first place.

The dragon had to do something, had to find a way to break this spell, but every time even the start of a plan could be reached it was all confused and distracted with all the thoughts of the lewd misadventures he suddenly remembered. He had to center, he had to stay focused on who he was, what he remembered. He tried to focus on his self image, a picture of himself at the beginning of his journey, struggling as the image started to crystallize in his mind, only for it to completely dissolve away with the feel of a clawed hand squeezing his now exposed ass cheek.

The dragon blinked, suddenly feeling cold stone against his face, being pressed in to the backrest of the stone throne that had been above them not but one second ago. "You know, you better be careful, completely blank out like that for so long and you might not make it to the finale." The demon said, hands easily grasping the bare dragon ass that was sticking up for him, tail rested over his shoulder as he rubbed his fat rubbery bulge between the dragons cheeks. The binding around his arms was gone, and naturally his arms went to the sides of the throne to prop himself up, but for some reason they weren't listening to any other commands. He was confused as to why he couldn't use his now free form to escape the demon lewdly pressing in to him, even more confused as to why his body pressed back in to his captors grinding.

The bulge between the demon's legs grew, slowly taking the form of a more human like shaft. The dragon let out a moan as he felt the head of the demon's member rub against his tail-hole, a quick flash in his mind to an orc he encountered doing the same thing, and how good it felt. "I'll make you a deal," the demon said, grunting slightly as he pressed in to the dragon's rear, feeling his rubbery yet surprising slick shaft slide in to the tight opening with ease, "If you can stop drooling all over my throne and tell me what your name is, I'll let you go."

Blinking, the dragon adjusted his head enough to see long lines of drool had been trailing down the backrest of the throne, pooling in the bottom of the seat. He closed his maw before a quick thrust from the demon had it open with a lewd moan, tongue flailing out long strand of saliva starting to drip through the air to join the pool below. Why would the demon offer such an easy challenge... of course he could say his name, it was...

"Now I know it was years ago I took it from you, when you first became mine, but maybe that little dragon noggin can dig it up." The demon teased with another thrust. "But I do say, that is a good look on you, I remember very much why I kept you as a toy for all this time.

The thrusting picked up, the dragon feeling his legs wobble as the demon pounded in to his rear, his pants getting sharper, whines of pleasure more frequent as his own cock twitched between his legs. Every thrust seemed to send a new wave of fog in the dragon's head that made his task even more difficult, but he had to at least be able to remember his name!

When the claw of the demon managed to sneak his way around, playfully plunging in the dragons slit, rubbing against the base of his shaft, that was too much. Abruptly the dragon gave a final screaming moan of pleasure, legs collapsing underneath him as pleasure rocked his body, the feeling of his steaming cum splashing back off of the surface of the throne on him. The concept of a name wasn't something his mind could hold right now; the fog had taken over. The dragons form only being held upright by the demon as he continued to slap his hips in to the retired-fake-hero's cheeks. The dragon felt nothing but pleasure. The thrusts of the fat member splitting his rear open sending echoes of pleasure through his body, arching his back as the demon finally let out a groan of his own. A swell of thick goo like seed suddenly flooded in to the defeated warrior's body, his only response mindlessly leaning against the throne once more, drooling as his white scaled belly swelled with the demon's seed.

The demon took a step back, a drop of black liquid goo running off his cock and on to the floor, much like the small stream of it running out of the dragons rear. He smirked as the deposited seed started to spread, first around that red ass of his, then his tail and legs, enveloping him, taking over. "Your name, is drone three-hundred and twenty-seven" the demon said, leaning in to the drooling dragons ear as the black rubber substance was up to his neck, slowing as it started to flood in to its victims mouth and nose. "Welcome home." he said with a chuckle, the statement completely fazing the empty-headed dragon simply waiting for the next command.

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The drone stood at attention, back straight, lined up with the rest of his fellow drones, in the bright glow of the throne room, master standing at the top of the platform as he inspected them. "Now which one of you will play the hero this time..." He said, tapping his foot as he ran a rubber claw on his chin. Just like all other drones, his gaze was locked forward, chest forward, arms at the side, mind simply waiting for master's next command.

"Three Twenty-Seven." The demon said, walking down the steps, giving him a closer inspection. "Its been years since you've gone, should we send you?" he asked, smirk on his face admiring the pure focus of one of his hundreds of loyal servants.

"If the master wishes." The drone spoke out, holding his pose. The demon snapped his fingers, a small vial of a white substance appearing in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. "Oh my, you sure got a lot of slobber in this. Hopefully there is enough of you left in here to recover. Really have to make sure you sloppy things don't drool where you release your essence... Nevertheless, " he said, opening the vial and using a claw to lightly guide the drones mouth open, pouring in the preserved dragon seed before closing the maw back up with a press of his finger. "Take him to the armory, get him set up, and tell me when to release him." The demon said as he strode back up toward his throne, drone Three Twenty-Seven collapsing on to the floor, a break in uniformity from his comrades as the demon's magic started to return the dragon's essence to his body.

The other drones took the demons orders immediately, the two nearest to Three Twenty-Seven moving with a mechanical uniformity to pick up the collapsed drone, a corridor opening as the ranks of rubber dragons parted way to let them start to carry him out of the room. The demon simply rested his head on his hand, reclined in his seat of power as he chuckled to himself, "See you soon Rex."