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Humid and hot, Kaimana appreciated summers here. Her leathery sharkskin soaked in the moisture-thickened air. She reclined on a wicker chair, looking out over a balcony into a pond that caught the last rays of twinkling sunlight. Kaimana sighed and dug out a pack of American Spirits from the pocket of her gym shorts.

Behind her, the sliding glass door swept open. Kaimana glanced over her shoulder as Sami stepped onto the balcony, a tumbler of amber whiskey in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other. The red and pale yellow dragoness wore a low-cut midriff tank and a pair of cutoffs, practically showing off as much of her scales as she could.

"Thanks," Kaimana said as she took the tumbler from Sami.

"I'm just happy I have someone to drink it," Sami said as she took a seat in a matching chair next to Kaimana's. "That whiskey has been sitting in my liquor cabinet for months."

Kaimana brought the rim of the glass to her nose and sniffed it. "Smells cheap."

"There's beer in the fridge if you want that."

"Nah." Kaimana took a drink, the whiskey burning down her throat. She barely reacted to its sting, setting it down on a wireframe end table while she lit a cigarette.

Sami said, "I thought you were trying to quit."

"It's been a stressful week," Kaimana grunted, lighting her smoke. Acrid flavors washed with nicotine soon chased the whiskey she drank. She exhaled and said, "I appreciate you having me over. Don't have many ways to blow off steam."

Sami looked out at the pond. "Work's that bad, huh?"

"I'm down to one match a week. People are showing up again, but it's just not the same crowds. I'm not sure it ever will be," Kaimana said with a sigh. "Work" for Kaimana was wrestling. With her massive build, muscular and scarred hide, and natural curves, she participated in a very particular kind of wrestling. She was a performer and a professional, and her matches in the ring often ended with some kind of pornographic display. Sex work she never had a problem with, but when the pandemic started shutting every public venue down, all her company had to rely on were online videos and porn, which were much harder to monetize than public matches where tickets could be sold with marked up memorabilia and lousy beer.

"How's your savings?" Sami asked.

"I didn't come here to beg for money," Kaimana answered.

"So you don't need money."

"I'm looking for work elsewhere. Day jobs have never really suited me, but fuck I'll flip burgers before I have you bail me out."

Sami rolled her eyes. "I wasn't offering to bail you out."

"Then why--"

"You need work, I have a friend looking for someone to do a gig for them."

Kaimana gave Sami a dubious look. "That's why you called me here?"

Sami giggled, her tail sneaking a brush at Kaimana's. "Oh, there are a few reasons I called you here."

Kaimana smirked. "Like getting rid of your bad booze?"

Sami winked. "You got me. Anyways," she reached into the pocket of her cutoffs and produced a business card. She offered it to Kaimana, holding it up to her nose so the shark caught just a whiff of her friend's scent. When Kaimana took the card, Sami added, "It's sex work. Just old fashioned porn, though. You'll make a video, and they'll pay you up front."

"How much?" Kaimana asked, looking the card over. With an address and phone number came a name: Kinks on Camera.

"Twenty-five hundred for the day."

Kaimana whistled in appreciation. "Not bad."

"Better than flipping burgers, hmm?" Sami teased.

"Only things I should be flipping over are girls like you," Kaimana said with a toothy grin.

Sami took a sip of her beer. "Mmm, promises promises."

"Trying to provoke me?" Kaimana growled.

"Heh, maybe? But only after you finish off my whiskey first."

Kaimana felt her cocks twitch, but kept her cool. "The things I put up with just for you." Kaimana drank the rest of her glass with a big gulp and clapped it back down on the table. "You know I can go out and pick up any girl I want, right?"

Sami winked at her. "Oh Kai, we both know I'm not just any girl."

***

Kaimana pulled her truck into a near empty parking lot. Kinks on Camera was housed in a building next to a brewery, with a front unassuming enough to be confused for any kind of business. They didn't keep any signs on the front of the building, and all the windows carried a dark tint. She only knew the place by the address number hanging on the front door.

She knocked, glancing back at the lot. A few cars out, but until the brewery's bar opened it would likely remain this empty. The door opened, and standing there, at height with Kaimana was a dragon. He offered a hand, "Kai?"

"That's me," Kaimana shook his hand. Firm shake, which she liked. Despite his fit build and masculine shape, the dragon's scales were a pale turquoise with pink front that matched the long hair he had tied back in a loose ponytail. He wore a pair of skinny jeans and black t-shirt with the company's logo on it. He could have been the director or an actor, it was hard for Kaimana to tell.

"Sammi, we spoke on the phone," the dragon said. "It's great to meet you."

"Thanks," Kaimana grunted as he led her inside a small lobby with all the décor and ambience of a dentist's office.

"I gotta say, I'm a little nervous. I never thought Kaimana the Crusher would be filming with us," Sammi said as he walked around a desk and grabbed a clipboard with a stack of papers and a pen snagged to it. Sammi gave it to her and said, "I've already highlighted all the places for you to sign. It's just a basic contract, stating what you're doing, that you're getting paid a flat rate and agree to having us film you."

Kaimana might have glossed over it if Sami hadn't recommended the place to her. She quickly initialed and signed across several pages, saying as she did, "So you and Sami know each other?"

"Uh, yeah, we're friends from college," Sammi said. "Though around her I just go by Sam, less confusing that way."

Kaimana grunted to show she heard him and handed over the clipboard. "Alright, so who am I fucking?"

"Umm... right, the other actress isn't here yet, but that's alright, we needed you here before them."

"You did?" Kaimana asked, arching a brow.

"Yep," Sammi went through a door behind the desk and into what looked like a small rec room. He retrieved a bottle from a mini-fridge and tossed it to Kaimana.

She caught it in one hand. The clear plastic had a cloudy, blue liquid in it. "This a supplement?" Kaimana asked.

"You got it. I know you're no stranger to making a mess, but we're gonna go real over the top today," Sammi said with a smile. A chipper way of saying that he essentially wanted Kaimana to cum nonstop. She usually disliked stuff like this. It left her horny and erect for hours, and left her balls aching for days after, but money was money. Sammi offered Kaimana $2,500 for the full day, and she wasn't about to turn that down.

"Got it, though word of warning, one girl might not be enough for me once I get going."

"Don't worry, we'll make sure to get it out of your system one way or another." Sammi motioned to one of the chairs by the door. "Why don't you have a seat? I'm gonna go get your set ready while you drink that, and once you finish I'll have you see what we're working with today."

"Alright," Kaimana grumbled. She didn't understand why she had to wait back here but whatever. As Sammi retreated through the door again, Kaimana sat down and opened the bottle. It smelled sweet, with a berry flavor when she took a drink. It had a slight bitter aftertaste, but she ignored it and quickly finished the whole bottle within a minute. Several more passed, with Kaimana idly checking her phone. Eventually, sweat began to bead her brow, a wave of dizziness accompanying it. She hated the side-effects of these things.

Sammi returned just then, stopping in the doorway when he saw her. "Oh good, you look ready. Come with me."

With more effort than she expected, Kaimana stood only to nearly be knocked flat by another shock of dizziness. Sammi caught her, and she leaned against his side. "Fucking hell," Kaimana cursed.

"It'll pass in a bit. Do you need to sit down?"

"I'm fine," Kaimana growled.

"This way, then." Sammi knew better than to argue with her. They went through the rec room into a larger set. Some fake walls were set up, slate grey to make it look like some prison. In the center of the room were a set of harnesses, some sort of milking device, and an unassuming bucket.

"Oh... shit," Kaimana said, still leaning heavily against the dragon. It was getting harder and harder to stand. "You're going to put her in that?"

"Heh, yeah, she's gonna be strung up."

"Mmm, sounds fun..." Kaimana mumbled. She felt so tired, sluggish. Strange, usually the stimulants did the opposite to her at this point.

"You'll love it," Sammi said as he moved them both towards the harness. "Now let's get those clothes off you."

"Huh? But..." Kaimana had trouble putting one word in front of the other. She didn't have a problem being naked, but what was the point if... "Oh... fuck you..." Kaimana tried to shove herself away, but Sammi held onto her, even as her head spun. He was going to string her up in that harness. She'd been tricked! Kaimana the Crusher never bottomed for anyone, she never let anyone get the best of her...

But even as her mind fought with her body to wake up, Sammi was gently setting her down on a concrete floor. The last thing he remembered was him standing over her, lowering the harness from the ceiling so he could put her in it.

***

Kaimana woke up slack and weak. First she noticed the strain of her restraints holding her up. Next a tightness on her areola as her eyes fluttered open. Before her, a camera stared straight at her; a red blinking light indicated it recorded. She'd been hooked to the ceiling in a harness made up of different restraints, arms and legs spread, tail held up to keep her butt exposed, neck in a collar, and a final harness wrapped around her middle.

"Oh fuck..." she groaned.

Pumps had been put on her breasts, hooked to a milking machine not yet active. Her twin cocks had also been shackled to some sort of pump. Her vertically stacked spires were so hard they nearly ached. The results of whatever drug she took.

The pumps had not activated yet, meaning this might be her only chance to escape. She wrestled with her restraints, but a bar belted at her knees kept her legs spread, while the chains connected to the manacles on her wrist were so taut she could not move her arms more than a few inches. Her tail remained trapped in place. Her struggles were, admittedly, lukewarm. The drugs in her system had her limbs feeling tired and heavy, the support of her restraints almost a relief.

"I'm going to kill that dragon when I get out of here," Kaimana growled. As if invoking Sammi was some cue, the milking machine switched on. The pumps on her ample bust began to do their work. Kaimana grit her teeth and fussed in the restraints some more. She liked having her tits played with, but on her terms--not like this. Still, she couldn't deny it felt good. Her nipples began to puff up, hardening, as the pumps worked at a slow, implacable pace. She flashed her teeth at the camera, trying to reach for the bravado she used in the ring. She asked, "That all you fuckers got? A girl's gonna get--ah!" Her cock milkers chose then to switch on.

She had not been prepared for the texture of them. The outer bands of metal hid a silicone interior, ridged to create a sense of texture and depth. Some sort of interior compartment also kept just enough lube to make the silicone slick. It was like she sunk her cocks in a needy, warm cunt. She huffed, the bravado harder to reach for, but still, she said, "This is, hah, nothing."

If it weren't for those damned drugs. They had her ready to go before she even woke up, and now her body became a livewire. Her nipples, oh sensitive, felt like they were getting pinched over and over as her areola were pressed in and out. She hung her head, teeth grit. She did not want to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cum. She did not expect to see milk sloshing around in the pumps at her breasts. She was producing breastmilk. Her body heated like some sow getting milked. Just what the fuck had those drugs done to her? She never produced milk and now... now...

Now she was a bitch in heat.

No no no... she could fight this. She just needed to get her strength back, then she'd bust these fucking restraints and--

The machines wrapped around her cocks began to vibrate. The sections pumping over her shaft did not work her over any faster, but the vibration sent sensation right to her twin tips. Each fat, ebon head dripped with long strands of precum. Kaimana started to squirm. Her legs fussed with the bar, arms flaying a few inches. All she succeeded was looking weak and desperate for the camera. God, worst of all she could smell the potent musk coming from her cocks. That smell, usually something she welcomed, that she could enjoy and savor after coating some slut's face in her seed, was making her pant. Why did she suddenly want to suck herself off? Those fucking drugs. They were messing with everything. She needed to keep her head.

She said this to herself even as her balls were drawn to her scrotum. So close to firing that Kaimana knew she couldn't stop it. Her fists clenched and she cursed between her teeth as that first orgasm hit. Her dicks flexed, the first spurt of seed missing the bucket and landing on the floor. The pungent smell of her cum made her moan as her balls continued to pump up then down. Another traitorous machine forcing all this pleasure on her. She heard the _plink_of her seed hitting the bottom of the bucket. Rope after rope of spunk, till the bottom was covered in a fine, milky layer of cum. It was only then her first orgasm stopped.

The pumps did not, though. Her nipples and cocks both felt over stimulated. Once pleasurable sensations became sharp stabs. Her sensitive flesh burned, and yet the machines continued to rub, press, pump, and work her body over till the fires in her nerves turned into smoldering need again. She gasped, her stomach doing flips, as she tried to get control of herself. She'd been horny when she woke, but now it was like someone poured lighter fluid on the fire in her belly. She made involuntary humping motions with her hips, panting, face flushing. Why did it have to feel so fucking good?

She barely noticed the silicone sliding along her cocks had picked up its pace. Not aggressively so, just enough to heighten the pleasure more. She felt her balls draw tight again. Already? It felt like she had only just cum, but also like it had been hours? Time lost meaning in this hell of pleasure. All she felt were those machines milking her most sensitive spots, smell the virile spunk she spilled, hear herself struggle and gasp and moan, and ahead her... well all she saw was the camera watching her. That camera there so some small dicked prick could get off to her getting broken down.

Fuck all that. She bit her bottom lip almost to the point of drawing blood. She just needed the pain. The pain would help her focus. She could beat this. Just ignore the steady pinching and pulling on her swollen nipples, the occasionally warm splash of milk as it swirled in the pumps before going up into the ceiling. That slick silicone caressing all along her cocks... Pleasure still built inside her. She practically felt her balls bubbling with a fresh load of cum.

"C-can't stop myself from... fuck..." Her body betrayed her again. Her dicks spat fresh cum into the bucket, splashing on the steel rim of it. Sticky strings of spunk slowly slid down its side. Each thick bead of seed left a glistening trail of seminal fluid. The smell of her cum became stronger. Her senses swam from her potent musk. Her hips started to futilely hump again as she dumped more cum into the bucket. This time, after the first shot, her orgasm died to a steady drip. A slow stream of cum, teased out of her for what must have been a minute, shafts mercilessly milked till they dribbled and drooled cum. Some of it slipped down her meat onto the pumps, smearing her sticky seed across both spires.

Kaimana struggled for reasons why she should still fight, but it was becoming harder and harder to think. She needed an antagonist, something to fight against. The camera's cold stare just flustered and embarrassed her.

It was then she heard a door open. She tried to turn her head, but the collar that leashed her wouldn't quite let her peek over her shoulder. Footsteps, a single pair, padded closer until she heard Sammi's voice: "Enjoying yourself, hun?"

Kaimana renewed struggling in her restraints. Vain as the first time, she eventually settled for snapping, "When I get, ah, out of here I'm gonna kick your ass."

He _chuckled_at her.

She clenched her fists again, rage burning a hole through her ribs. "What the fuck are you laughing at?"

"You, you're adorable." His hand settled on her tail, which she tried to tug away.

"Call me adorable again and I'll break your jaw," Kaimana growled.

"Awww, come on, hun. I know it's an act but you don't have to be--"

"I'm not acting," Kaimana snarled. "G-get me... fucking... ah!"

The pumps on her breasts had sped up. The pace so noticeable her nipples nearly burned with how roughly the machine worked her now. She had to bite back a moan, panting, coming back to her senses with Sammi rubbing the small of her back.

"Did you not read the contract? It described what we were doing today."

"I, ugh... what do you think?" Kaimana snapped, now embarrassed for reasons that would be mundane in most circumstances.

"Oh..." Sammi stopped touching her. Kaimana struggled some more to emphasize she was not kidding around, and he came around in front of her, squatting so they were face to face. He tossed a lock of pink hair out of his face and smiled at her. "Tell you what: Give it five more minutes, and after that, if I've not convinced you to stay, I'll let you out, delete the video, and still pay you for the day."

Kaimana glowered at him. "What, hnng, d-difference is five minutes going to make?"

He ignored her, opting to scoop some of her cum off the side of the bucket with a finger. He licked the seed off the digit and moaned. "Mmmm, you taste so good. People are going to pay top dollar for this."

"You're selling it?" Kaimana snarled, but inside her some dirty thrill shot through her veins at the thought. "Get me out of here, now!"

Sammi wagged a finger at her. "Ah-ah, tough girl like you can handle five more minutes, yeah?"

She grit her teeth as the machines made her cum again. Just how much had her balls produced by now? Kaimana prided herself in being potent, but after three orgasms her flow should have tapered off by now. If anything, she felt like she was cumming more. Seed, like a second pulse in her cocks, pissed and spilled into the bucket. Like last time, the first few shots were violent, then her overworked prostate seemed to haul another several shots of fresh spunk into the bucket.

Sammi brought her back to the present with a tender caress of the cheek. "Five minutes starting now, hmm?"

"Five minutes, then... then I kick y-your ass," Kaimana swore.

"You got this, girl," Sammi encouraged as he got up. Just briefly, his pink, draconic shaft bounced in front of her face. It looked semi-hard, its ridges just swollen into having some shape and definition. Her nostrils flared as she caught just a whiff of his scent, and some slutty part of her demanded she open her mouth and try to taste him. Then Sammi moved behind her and the instant was over. Still, she swam with a strange new need. Cock. Why stop at stimulating her chest and shafts when--

No. Kaimana did not need Sammi. Kaimana needed to get the fuck out of here.

She did not see Sammi settle on his knees behind her, only felt his hands grab her butt. He filled his palms with her firm, muscular glutes. Sammi said, "Honestly I just feel lucky getting to touch you here." His fingers pressed, testing her flesh, seeing if the muscle yielded. It didn't. Kaimana clenched her cheeks, trying to deny him entry, not realizing Sammi saw it as encouragement. "I've seen you turn around and deck other wrestlers for going for you here."

"S-shut up," Kaimana said, face flushed. Why did getting handled there have to be so embarrassing? Why did her flesh have to be so sensitive after all this torment? A thumb rubbed against her entrance. That tender, wrinkled rim was a dark grey target on the creamy white flesh of her buttocks. The instant Sammi touched it, Kaimana fought against the urge to encourage more. Only her closest friends knew she enjoyed taking it back there, but she always kept control of the situation. She never had someone toy with her ass while she remained helpless.

"Oh..." Sammi pressed his thumb harder. "It's not as tight as I expected."

Kaimana wanted to snap at him, but kept her jaw clamped closed for fear of what might come out of her. Her will had already been battered by the machines that continued to wear down any resistance she had. Her tenderized tits were a little numb, but also felt full of milk. They leaked and leaked just like her corrupted cocks, which at this point simply steadily dripped with her baby batter, orgasms be damned. She did not expect a draconic muzzle to nuzzle her rear. Her back arched much as it could, she heard him take a deep breath of her scent. "Smell clean, too," Sammi growled, voice getting husky. Of course Kaimana was clean, she never went to this sort of work without making sure she would be ready for anything.

Kaimana almost chastised him for thinking otherwise, but Sammi silenced her with his tongue. What else could be that wet? Slathering her rim, digging into her flesh. His persistent tonguing made her moan. Her ring of muscle yielded easily. She whimpered, her walls squeezing that invader reflexively. Sammi palmed her butt cheeks, spreading them and gently grazing them with his claws. All while he tongue-fucked her. Her rim offered no resistance. Whatever Kaimana felt, her body welcomed this. She felt an itch on her ass, a need to be spread and filled more than a tongue could. Kaimana cursed and moaned, unable to stop herself. She didn't want to cum, but that tongue played so deliciously on her inner walls, and tension climbed in her cock and balls, a fresh batch of cum getting ready to fire...

Then Sammi yanked his head back.

"No!" Kaimana practically howled, completely losing herself at the edge of orgasm. If the pumps sped up she might have cum, but no, they did not. Sammi just laughed a little at her.

"Need it bad, don't you?"

"Goddammit..." Kaimana cursed, trying to ignore him. She gasped when Sammi reached under her, fingers stroking the tips of her cocks.

"Come on, hun, I know you're close..." Her overstimulated heads practically burned under Sammi's touch. His fingers squeezed and circled the spongy, mushroom heads, quickly working her up. She whined and tried to jerk her hips away, but she couldn't, even as the release she wanted returned. She did not want it like this, though! Squirming and mewling, Sammi's barest touch to her dicks made her cum.

His fingers rubbed up and down both her urethra, and seed rushed across his digits in a fan, sticky webs sliding into and filling his palm before he removed his touch. Kaimana moaned, long and broken, as several waves of fresh spunk filled the bucket beneath. Her vision spun, pulse pounding, she felt _so_much, but at the same time fought to claw through this fog clouding her judgement in a numbing haze of pleasure.

Her mouth hung open, a bit of drool trailing down the corners of her mouth till she felt three of Sammi's cum-slick fingers force their way inside her rear. That spreading she wanted finally arrived. Kaimana cried out again, as Sammi pumped his fingers in to the knuckle. Sheathed there, digits squirming inside her, Sammi said, "Just two minutes left, hun."

Kaimana whined. How had three minutes felt like thirty? Those fingers inside her circled around. She felt them rub her ceiling and sides, stimulating her walls before they began to curl down, deeper inside her. They dragged across her, slow, deliberate, searching till Kaimana felt a spark of pleasure explode through her loins.

"There it is..." Sammi said under her moan.

He found her prostate, and, like a third pump, he worked his fingers in and out. Her cum-slick rim happily devoured the digits giving her such pleasures. Each press on her prostate was a bright star of pressure that pushed through her cocks. Her balls bunched with tension. The intervals between her orgasms were becoming shorter and shorter. She didn't even need the pumps on her cocks, which continued their effortless glide across her shafts.

Kaimana could not take it anymore. She didn't care that a camera caught her squealing like a pig. Her cum sloshed and swam in the bucket. Viscous seed pooled on top all her previous loads. The pail was, at this point, three-quarters full. An incredible amount of volume, and yet, even as her initial orgasm tapered off, she felt a heat burn in her crotch. If Sammi released her arms she would only reach for that spot, for her cock and balls. They felt inflamed with arousal. They ached like she had not cum at all.

And just as she was about to beg Sammi to fuck her, the dragon said, "That's time. Ready to get out of that?"

"I..." Kaimana bit her lip, fighting to find a reason to be released, but did it really matter? After catching so much on camera? Couldn't she just finish up and enjoy the ride? "At l-least, hah, let's fill the b-bucket... first."

"Heh, it'd be a shame not to when you're so close," Sammi said with a little chuckle. He got to his feet and grabbed her tail. Something firm and hot poked the base of it. "You know this means I'm going to fuck you, right?"

"Fucking put up--ah!--or... or shut up."

"Hehe, that's my girl," Sammi said as he positioned himself.

His pointed tip wedged itself against her rim. He squeezed her cheeks, and thrust.

It was immediate: those ridges rubbing her ring of muscle, sliding against her prostate, giving her that firm fullness. It burned a bit, the pressure hurt some, but oh the pleasure. How had she gone her whole life with dick never feeling this good? She finally understood why bottoms submitted entirely to another's cock, to the pulsing heat of a fat fuckstick inside you. She struggled to keep any shred of dignity as his pole began churning up her insides. He worked his hips in time with the milkers on her shaft. Fullness, prostate smashed as silicone slid around her glans. She clenched down on Sammi as she came again.

Pretty soon, she would be at a state of constant orgasm. She moaned, face flushing so much you could see her blushing across her grey hide. She couldn't believe her body right now. Full of warm, blissful heat. Tingling pleasure blossoming from her breasts out to her chest and torso, lower half numb in the thighs and legs. She doubted she could stand if she wanted. Not that she wanted to move. A part of her just wanted to be brought to that constant state of pleasure. As one orgasm died, she already felt another building up, in time to Sammi's rutting.

Sammi never let up. He planted his feet and picked up his pace. His balls swung and slapped her taint. The lewd plap of his ploughing mirrored Kaimana's throaty moaning. It left no illusion to the camera of her submission.

Kaimana's rear clamped down, harder. Sammi grunted, growing still as she came again. He rubbed the small of her back and said, "Mmm, I can feel it every time you cum."

His hips started working again. Kaimana groaned and begged, "Fu-fuck, so much... slow down..."

Sammi laughed at her. He spanked her, leaving a red handprint that made Kaimana nearly cry for more. That stinging heat just took her to more heights, even Sammi's teasing did. "Come on, tough girl like you can take this."

Kaimana could and couldn't. Her body would be fine. If anything, some mad part of her wanted more. She wanted someone fucking her throat, wanted the pumps to work her faster. She was so close to that plateau of pleasure now that each dip away felt maddening. That was her fear. Kaimana worried she would leave this studio with a new addiction. To submit and be used like this had become its own kind of heaven.

Kaimana did not notice that she filled the bucket. All along its lip thick strands of spunk began to slip down its side. Her swimmers began to form a pungent pool around the bucket, spreading out across the concrete. She did not ask Sammi to stop despite reaching that point, nor did Sammi seem to care. He wrapped an arm around her tail and began pounding her rear with rapid fire thrusts. The shallow stabs inside her pummeled her walls and prostate. If not for the grip on her tail, Sammi would be fucking her hard enough to swing in her harness, but for each sway forward he yanked her back. She practically bounced off his hips, in a paradise of pleasure. Those ridges had rubbed her rim raw, overstimulated her inner walls to the point she had trouble working them. Her slutty hole had gone loose from so much fucking.

It was wonderful. Her mouth hung open, tears beading the corner of her eyes. Her tongue lolled limply out her mouth, as Sammi used her in whatever way he pleased. She barely heard him growl, "Fuck... gonna cum..."

"Ah-hah, yes!"

"Hnng... s-such a good girl," Sammi grunted as he buried himself to the root. She felt his ridges swell a little before a rush of simmering cum filled her. The force of that first shot made her moan. His draconic balls clenched up against her asshole, his claws pinched into his flesh. An overwhelming amount of cum filled here, those ridges swelling and shrinking with each pump of seed. She came herself, as she felt seed spray outside her abused asshole. Draconic spunk slid down her taint, coated her squirming sack as she came into the overflowing bucket. A surprisingly forceful orgasm took hold of her, and it was perfect. Hot cum worming its way inside her, crawling across her flesh, felt so good and right. She belonged here. Hooked up and milked like a sow. The clamps on her nipples swirled, filled with milk and practically bursting. She'd backed up whatever collection device had been siphoning off her milk just as she had the bucket.

And she was ready to go again. To fill another and another.

As Sammi started to pull out, she whined, "More... please... I need your cock..."

"Heh, we're gonna need to get another bucket, then."

He pulled out, and the emptiness was alien and agonizing to Kaimana. A sickness. Her butt clenched and she squirmed in her bindings as Sammi nonchalantly took the bucket off the set into some room. Kaimana barely noticed him putting a fresh bucket beneath, but happily moaned when Sammi's cock speared back inside her ruined hole. She came again, a fresh wave of spunk splattering on the bottom of the unsoiled bucket. Sammi hilted her and leaned across her back. He reached around and groped one of her breasts where milk now leaked around the clamps, running down her heavy bust and across her taut abdomen. Sammi squeezed one of her tits. "These produced way more than I expected. Sure you're not part cow, hun?" Kaimana didn't even care about the jab. She clenched down on the throbbing rod inside her, trying to encourage Sammi to start fucking her again. "Heh, such a needy girl."

His hips started to hump against her backside, and as Kaimana sank into her ecstasy, Sammi got to work on making her fill another bucket. After that, everything began to blur together. Eventually the pumps on her chest became so full that they popped off, with milk splashing across her breast and the floor. Sammi did not let her off easy, though, grabbing her tits as he continued breeding her. He pinched and massaged her swollen nipples, squeezed her breast and made her moan. Her milk dripped on the floor until it started to pool with the seed there--all while she continued cumming. Her prostate had been pulverized to the point she no longer had what counted as an orgasm. Instead her cummy dollops dripped from her tips on Sammi's every thrust.

She filled the pail by degrees, not in waves.

And she squirmed and whimpered and begged Sammi for more. The dragon's chest pushed up against her back, hide to scale. Sweat mixing, sliding down them in their heated lovemaking. His stamina proved a match to her need. Her anus, puffy and swollen and leaking draconic cum constantly, still tried its best to squeeze down on his shaft. The pink spire plunged back and forth, ridges scooping out cum, only for him to bite down on her shoulder and spill more inside her.

Bliss that felt eternal, that went for what felt like forever.

At some point, Sammi lay across her, panting. With a grunt, he yanked his cock free of her, his tip dripping seed. She whimpered, protesting, even as she had filled another bucket. Hands closed around her cocks. Switching off the pumps, unbinding their clamps to take them away. Was it already over?

Sammi came around her front. Kaimana's jaw hung open, panting dumbly till Sammi shoved three fingers into her maw. She moaned, suckling on the digits. They were coated in her cum. The pungent flavors made her toes curl. She licked thick wads of sperm from between his fingers.

"That's a good girl," Sammi cooed. "I think you deserve a reward."

The fingers gently withdrew, wet with her saliva. He stood a little closer, and his dick again hovered in front of her. Only now the cream covered cock stank of their fucking. She drooled, letting Sammi rub his tip right against her snout. Her nostrils flared and she moaned as the scent of his musk made her cocks jump with renewed life.

"You know what to do."

She did. Opening her maw, she sucked the tip into her mouth. He tasted earthy, virile and rich. Draconic cum came with this smokiness that always made her hot. Kaimana's tongue swirled all along the tip, as Sammi scratched behind her ear. For all the world, he broke her down to the point of just being his pet. Her head tilted into the scratching like a dog would.

With a sigh, Sammi shoved the rest of his length into her mouth. His dick punched into her throat. She gagged a little, as he now held her by the back of the head. "Come on now, swallow."

She did. Her throat contracted around the throbbing tool while she worked her tongue along every ridge she could. Kaimana wanted to turn her maw into an altar of worship. Sammi's cock had stewed in her cum filled passage for over an hour. Even after she slurped up every bit of cum, his flesh still tasted like their fucking. She could not get enough of it. Red-faced, with tears running down her cheeks, she happily choked on his dick till he finally pulled back.

"What a good girl," Sammi praised, and even that caused a tingling in all her tender places. "You did such a good job." The grip on the back of her head tightened, and he started humping.

Kaimana never had her face fucked before. She had no idea it could feel so good. Cock rubbed her throat raw, the furthest of those ridges bulging her neck, choking her as they bottomed out where her collar rested. Being used was becoming a new normal. Her moans became strangled noises as she felt her dicks get heated just from this abuse. Sammi's mouth hung open above her, eyes half-lidded. He practically forgot about her. She'd become his toy. His balls slapped her chin and she gently swayed in her harness as spilled milk and cum dried on her leathery hide.

A pivot, a push, and Sammi now stood on the balls of his feet. He fucked her harder, so fast her tongue could do no more than be a wet bed for his ridges to rub against. He scrubbed the taste of his cock into her tastebuds so thoroughly she'd be tasting him days later. The thought of which was the last straw. She squealed, body tensing as she had one last orgasm. Her cocks twitched and bobbed beneath her, firing a few final ropes of seed into the second bucket.

Sammi laughed. "What a... hnng, good little girl, you are. Cumming for me like this... oh fuck... make s-sure to, hah, swallow your treat now!"

He almost doubled over her as his crotch slammed her snout. She felt his balls tense against her chin before a fresh hosing of spunk filled her throat. She happily swallowed his seed. Sammi's dazed little slut could do nothing else. She did not even care about the pain in her neck, the burning in her chest from a lack of air as he kept himself hilted. She was fine blacking out on his cock. After so much abuse, what else could she want? To taste his virile sperm, to bask in the salty, masculine flavors of those ridges as they flexed with every pump, what more could she need? Such bliss... she could get used to this, was her last, slutty thought before passing out.

***

Kaimana woke up on a cot, still nude but no longer hooked up to any cruel devices. Her everything was sore. In a good way. Her clothes, phone, wallet, and keys waited on an end table with a glass of water. Her throat was sore. How long had they been at it? Kaimana sort of lost track of everything after they filled that first bucket. After that it felt like something possessed her. It had been like being blackout drunk--only she had been inebriated by a different kind of cocktail. Groaning, she sat up and drank the entire glass before setting it down.

By the time she got dressed, the door opened.

"You're awake," Sammi said, smiling at her. "I just finished cleaning up--hrrk!" Kaimana grabbed him by the throat and slammed him against the wall.

She got in his face and snarled, "I don't like being fooled."

Sammi coughed and sputtered in her grip. Realizing she could not afford to kill him till she got paid, Kaimana let the dragon go. He stumbled away from her, rubbing his throat and heaving in air. "I, ugh, guess I should have expected that."

"You're lucky I'm not beating your ass," Kaimana said as she folded her arms over her chest.

Sammi held up his hands. "Look, Sami told me you'd be into it--"

"This was her idea?"

Sammi cringed. "Yes! I assumed she told you what was going to happen."

"Obviously it was a surprise to me," Kaimana said. She gently readjusted her balls in her jeans. "Fucking hell, I'm going to be sore for a week."

Sammi scratched the back of his head and offered a sheepish smile. "I'm really really sorry about what happened."

"It's fine," Kaimana said with a huff. She couldn't stay mad at him when he looked so cute like that. Plus Sami was to blame--she'd pay her "friend" back later. "I do have a question."

"Uh-huh?"

"What the hell are you going to do with two buckets of my cum and all that milk?"

Sammi shrugged. "Bottle and sell it to horny people online."

Kaimana got in his face again. "And you're not going to cut me in on the sales?"

"We can!" Sammi offered immediately. She stepped back with a toothy smirk as he said, "We can go 30/70 on profits, with 30 going to you."

"Flip it. 70/30 and I'll let you milk me any time you run out."

Sammi's jaw dropped.

"Hey! What's with that look?"

"Y-you..." the dragon shook his head, "I never expected you to want to go again."

"I'll make money any way I can," Kaimana said with a little huff. She turned her head, so she didn't have to look at him when she mumbled: "Besides... it was fun."

"Really? That's such a relief. I really enjoyed it but was worried for a second--"

She glared at him and snapped, "You tell anyone I'm doing this for anything but the money I'll skin you alive."

"Got it. I figured that might be the case," Sammi said with a small smile.

"Heh, you're cute." She grabbed him by the muzzle and pulled him into a kiss. He moaned as she overpowered him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. He still tasted like her seed, which meant he'd tasted more of her after they finished. The little pervert.

She released him and turned back to the important stuff: "Now where's my paycheck?"

"Umm... uh..." he licked his lips, and said, "Wow, right, let's go up front, get you paid, and schedule for next time."

She spanked him right under his tail, giving his butt a good grope. Just kind of loved it didn't mean she'd let him off easy. "Lead the way, hun."