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Iris snapped a paw out and grabbed one of Adhara's horns, giving her snout a little tug and pulling the striped dragoness off balance. "You can't just tell me something so vague about how you're 'going somewhere' and leave it at that! Tell me."

Adhara looked away and pulled against her paw until, finally, the other dragoness relented and let go. Was the green dragoness blushing? Ohhh, if her friend was going to be involved in something that might bring up some gossip, then she wasn't going to drop it. "I order you to tell me," she said.

It took far too much goading and prodding and nipping at her snout and neck, but finally she drew it out of her. Down in the deep caves of the prison, there were special restraints, for certain captives, and Adhara had bribed a guard to put her in them--in them for a while, evidently, by how she squirmed and was so shy to admit it! And she could understand why: for a strong dragoness like her to want to be so imprisoned, to be powerless, and to admit that she so enjoyed it-- Well, maybe to Iris that wasn't a secret... Well, maybe to more of the mountains than she realized, it wasn't a secret, but Iris knew as well. And the thought...

It certainly wasn't fitting behavior for a princess, but it called to her nonetheless. She'd always made Adhara tell her about her bound escapades, always enjoyed how she described the feelings and wanted to feel such trapped thrills herself, but of course who could ever be convinced it was acceptable to bind someone like her--and also be trusted not to tell anyone else about it? And now as she stood there listening to the blushing, shyly wriggling dragoness talk about being bound, and gagged, sensory deprived--teased and denied relief, even!--for days on end, of course it started to stir her imagination as well, all the more strongly for not knowing so intimately herself what it could be like...

"I wonder how much it'd take to bribe them to tie up a princess and not tell anyone," she mused.

Adhara's eyes went wide. "But-- you? Iris-- Someone like you shouldn't--"

"What, shouldn't be in that position? What are they going to do? You just spent all that time describing the security of a chastity belt; it sounds like my virtue would be quite safe while we were tied up," she said, managing to avoid reacting to the little tingle of aroused warmth beneath her tail from the thought.

Of course Adhara still tried to talk her out about it, but that was the thing about royalty: they got what they wanted, and once Iris got the idea in her head, she wasn't going to let it go. Who ever said no to a princess anyway? In the end Adhara could only give up trying to convince the stubborn dragoness not to come along for the imprisonment, and after giving Iris time to leave a quick note about a hunting trip and count out what she thought was a plenty good bribe for the guards' confidence, she led the way to the prison caves, careful to keep them both out of sight of anyone who might see them heading to the deep caves and think to follow or wonder why.

If anything the guards had the opposite reaction to Adhara: of course they were surprised to see her, bowing and asking what she might need, but the two hulking dragons grinned wide when they learned that they would be binding not merely one dragoness but a princess as well, deep in the back of the prison. Accepting the purse of gold, one of them swept their wing grandly into the tunnels and bowed again--in a cheekier way this time, which made Iris blush a bit. They seemed all too thrilled by the idea of tying up someone of her status--or perhaps that had to do with how much coin they'd both received for the request! "After you, my ladies. There's a cell waiting for you at the very back! Although we'll need a moment to collect a second set of gear. We don't have a lot of the special stuff, after all."

The deeper they went, the more Iris leaned up against Adhara, nearly stepping on her paws a couple of times. Now that it was imminent--not just a fantasy--she could feel butterflies stirring behind her ribs, little worries and anxieties she'd been too thrilled to notice before. What if they ignored their bribe and told everyone? she thought as they walked; what if they did take advantage of her in some way, or told someone important, or didn't let them go for a while? They'd be helpless after all--but Adhara had thought it was a good idea, at least for her, so there couldn't be that much risk, right?

She didn't get a lot of time to consider it. It wasn't long before they'd reached the end of the tunnel, lit by a single vented torch, and saw the heavy door of a cell open and waiting for them. A set of gear already waited within, rubber and leather and steel and chains, and she shivered at the sight of it. She knew there was magic in it: magic to help sustain the bound prisoner, so that the wearer could be stashed away out of sight for as long as necessary without any need to check up on them, the less chance someone might find out about their location and break them free, or so Adhara claimed. From how worked up she'd gotten describing it, though, Iris had to wonder if whoever had made it was simply that kinky... or did it just so happen that it could be used for such an arousing predicament?

Adhara gave her a look. "You-- Iris, you don't have do to this with me," she said.

Had the other dragoness sensed her unease? She shook herself all over and lifted her snout and snorted. "I told you, I want to have fun like this too. ...I just don't have as much experience," she acknowledged, looking away and lashing her tail with a huff.

The guards' steps could be heard a moment later, and Iris sat on her haunches at the cell door, her claws curling and relaxing restlessly. Whatever she might say, her gut wasn't settling down, and her eyes kept lowering to the stack of bondage. She had hardly any experience at all, certainly nothing anywhere near this heavy... But she could handle it. Adhara loved it, and she thought she'd love it, so she'd be fine.

The gear seemed as if it would be all the more thorough when the guards put the second set down, and then they turned their snouts back and forth between the two dragonesses--deciding which to do first? "Start with Adhara," she said, after a moment's hesitation. She'd take the opportunity to collect herself while they were focused on her green friend, plus maybe it wouldn't seem so... intimidating when she saw how easily Adhara went in.

"As you wish," they said with a smirk, and Adhara made a sort of flustered, eager wide-eyed blush as the two of them crowded her into the cell in the very next moment! Iris stayed at the door, watching, as they started by grasping each of her paws in turn: they drew a long, rubbery sleeve up each limb, that had a leather cuff near the rounded, padded end: mittens to trap her claws so she couldn't cut or hold anything. A short chain linked each pair of cuffs, keeping her now-clumsy limbs bound together to limit her reach. Once those were on, they bundled up her wings as well, strapping them against her back, and drew another sleeve over most of her tail, which they held out of the way while one of them fixed a small vibrator to the inner surface of the chastity belt... and then groped her a few times between the hind legs! Adhara gasped, and grit her teeth and writhed and huffed at them, but by the time she turned her head to complain he had the curved steel of the chastity belt pressed down over her sex instead, the sensation seeming to make her swallow the protest she hadn't quite made, and her hind end wriggled as they swung it shut and the latch clicked shut.

She started to speak, but one of them grabbed her snout with a paw, interrupting whatever she'd wanted to say so she could only make a soft, submissive eep instead. "No words," one of them said sternly, "just open wide." Adhara blushed, but Iris knew quite well how submissive the dragoness was, and of course Adhara just closed her eyes and spread her jaws wide. While he held her snout there, the other took the last piece of gear from her set--a heavy hood--and pushed the gag within it into her mouth before pulling the hood over her head, smothering her moan as they covered her eyes, earholes, and then down her neck, buckling a collar shut over the hood and binding her tail to it, leaving her friend utterly powerless.

"There," said one, patting her on the snout. "Now for the princess."

The other grinned and beckoned to her. "Come on in, don't be shy."

She hesitated, glancing at Adhara, who'd crouched in the back corner where they'd put her with her neck arched and her paws making gentle little tugging motions against the short chains, her hips swaying slowly side to side. She didn't seem to be concerned, or in distress--just horny, as she so often seemed to be!--so while it looked... even more intimidating after all to see how trapped she could expect to be! It was what they'd come down here looking for. She took a deep breath, tried to ignore the deeper anxious fluttering in her belly, and stepped into the cell.

Iris hadn't realized how strong they were, while they'd been working on Adhara. She'd thought she was a pretty strong dragoness--not as strong as Adhara, but still--but the grip of their paws felt like iron, grabbing her right foreleg and yanking it up so the other could pull the first mitten over it. It was so sudden and direct that it caught her a bit by surprise, and she stumbled back out of reflex--or tried to, but of course they didn't let go, and just tugged her closer! "Now's not the time to be getting cold paws about this little plan, princess!" one of them said, his tone almost taunting, and onto her leg went the mitten. The sleeve itself was snug, elastic even as it fit over her, smooth and clinging to her scales as they pulled it on; then her claws reached the mitten and that snug feeling only increased as now she felt the stiff internal padding pressing on her claws from all sides! Pinning her claws together, making it feel hard to curl them, and no way she could find right away to get the sharp tips to bite into the material around them; the restraint--the very first restraint!--made her shiver again, staring at her paw as they buckled the cuff at her wrist.

They didn't fail to notice her response, and they chuckled as they reached for her other paw. "Picked a tall cliff for your first jump, huh?"

Iris was too flustered to think of a proper response, but she managed not to flinch at least when they tugged her other paw forward and mittened it as well, sealing her claws away and cuffing the two limbs, the chain between them only a few links long: hardly any room to move one without the other! They didn't give her time to get used to the hobble, either; they none too gently pushed her onto her side, snatching one hind leg, then the other, so they could be bound as well, her hind legs mittened and cuffed, all her claws and her mobility taken away just like that!

They were similarly ruthless with her wings: they took each of them one at a time, squeezed them shut and bundled them into the wing binders that held them bundled as tightly shut as wings could possibly get. They couldn't budge an inch when they were done--as if she'd need them to do any flying while she was tied up--but it still added to the increasingly trapped feeling, and she found herself trembling in anxiety, or desire, or..? There was too much going on for her to try to process it, and her tail whipped away when they reached for it. Who was ever allowed to touch a princess's tail?

"I'd warn you to behave," growled one, swatting at her rump, "but once we're done you won't have much choice anyway." She had to swallow a most undignified whine that tried to bubble up in response, but she kept her tail better under control this time so it could be bound as well, a sleeve pulled over it and a little cuff buckled shut near its tip.

The chastity belt was next, and seeing them pick up that really made her shudder. She wasn't used to waiting for anything at all, not ever in her life really--but as Adhara described, now she'd be forced to wait for freedom, for more than the lightest pleasure, for the kind of relief she was surely going to want long before she got it... And it would make her feel so helpless too, surely! She glanced at Adhara, who continued to quietly squirm in the corner with her snout cocked blindly in their direction, trying to listen to them, and then did her best to lie back, and prop her chained hind legs apart to let them put it on.

They both grinned wide in such obvious appreciation of the sight that she felt her snout flush hot. "Bet you hardly give anyone a chance to see this... or touch it... Heh."

"Well, no one will be doing any of that once you're locked in here." Maybe it was because of her status, but they didn't grope her like they had Adhara; the guard just pressed the chastity belt between her legs, the cold sensation of the curved steel drawing out another gasp--that, and the small hard shape of the vibrator fixed to the inside, pressed right against her clit once they swung the hinged pieces of the belt shut, the latch shutting with a rattle and a little thunk that she felt as much as she heard.

Now he groped her: his paw pressed and rubbed and his digits kneaded at the belt, and she huffed at him but trembled at the same time: she didn't feel any of it, save a light distributed pressure of the belt against her, certainly nothing that approached proper contact or pleasure! Her hips wriggled and she tensed her claws and she moaned to herself, her heart hammering in her chest as things really began to set in: she was helpless, she wasn't getting out of this until they let her, she'd really done it and she was going to--

"Open."

The hood.

She stared wide-eyed at the black latex in his paws, imagining that deep black as the only thing she could see, with no voice and no power or authority-- It was-- He started to bring it closer and she flinched away, whining more loudly this time. "I--"

"Behave, prisoner," growled the other, grabbing her by the throat and yanking her head back into position so forcefully she barely had any space in her head to react to the new, far far less elevated title he'd used for her. She yelped and writhed in his grip, paws slipping against the floor as she tried to pull back and retreat, but she had no traction in the mittens and she couldn't spread her paws to try to find better leverage!

"Wait-- No, I-- Aah--" she yelped, continuing to writhe and twist her snout back and forth every time the hood drew close, but there were two of them and they were strong and she was tied up-- At last she couldn't evade it any longer and they got the first bit of the gag between her jaws, and that was that: they shoved it in and pulled the latex forcefully over her head, gagging and hooding her all at once! Her vision went dark and her voice sounded at once more muffled and far louder in her head as the gag slid home, and she realized just how blatantly phallic it was! There were the ridges and there was the head, the lewd, humiliating shape of it pinning her tongue and filling her jaws, and with the hood forcing her jaws shut around it there was no way to spit it back out again--no way to get a word out, to protest or try to change her mind: she was truly, utterly trapped now! "Mmmm! Mmm-- mmm, mmmmff!" she cried, but it was impossible to form anything even close to a proper word.

The only response from them was to complete the restraints: the collar around her neck, the end of her tail tied to that, keeping it lifted up and over her back. She continued to mumble and cry out, but she couldn't hear at all: not just because her own voice was drowning everything out, but the hood was that muffling, more so than she'd expected. She could hardly hear a thing!

A paw squeezed at her neck once more, pulling her head around, and then one of the guards growled into her ear, almost too faintly for her to hear even when she stopped howling. "You got what you asked for, prisoner," he said. "Enjoy not getting out--or getting off."

Her mind was spinning already, and when the vibrator hummed to life beneath the chastity belt it only got worse. She had--she'd asked for a few days of imprisonment, helpless captivity and denial, and now here she was-- Mmmmgh. That vibe--! "Mmmm... Mmmmfff!" she gasped, her hips bucking as the pleasure raced through her, gentle and steady and feeling so intense from all the bondage that had come along with it... And she was so busy moaning she almost missed the faint thud of the cell door closing on the two of them.

She could hardly register that the guards had left--she thought, who knew if they might have stayed in the cell to watch--with that sensation now humming away between her legs her forepaws dove for her underbelly and her already-warm cleft. At once the padded latex met metal and the exposed scales around the belt's edges, but they definitely didn't meet the vibrator and couldn't reach her pussy either! She pressed harder, writhing and grinding the belt into her mitts, but that didn't help at all: the vibrator didn't get stronger, the belt didn't get softer or budge even a claw's width, and she moaned more loudly in realization. She really couldn't do a thing about it... the vibrator teased, but that was the only pleasure she could get! And she was sensitive already, from arousal, from anxiety as well perhaps, her breaths coming in little gasps and her heart thudding against her ribs as she humped and the vibrator teased.

It felt good, but already it felt frustratingly slow... She had all this tension and energy worked up and now she wanted nothing more than a hard orgasm to release it all!

Except she couldn't, not until they let her out, and that was days away. "Mmmmhhn... mmmhf!" she groaned in frustration, trying to force herself to straighten out, pull her paws away from the belt, but even when she did she kept jerking her hips back and forth, longing for more than that steady slow buzz. She'd managed to get Adhara to talk in the past about how much she loved denial, but how could she stand this? She was already craving a good climax!

Adhara. For a few moments there she'd almost forgotten that the other dragoness was just as helplessly bound, right there in the room with her! She tried to force herself to quiet down and listen... but if Adhara was moaning, she couldn't hear her. The hoods really were that thick, depriving her not just of sight but of hearing, muffling anything but the closest, loudest of noises from outside! Her body quivering, Iris struggled to her paws--and tripped almost immediately, trying to take a tentative step forward only for her paw to catch on the short chain between her forepaws, and she overbalanced and stumbled forward onto her chest with a muffled cry... and once she was there, she found it so, so hard not to just lie there with her rump up and swaying invitingly, longing for a dragon to claim her. This vibrator was maddening and it had only just started!

After a few rough and futile humping motions she managed to straighten back up and step forward again. Step. Slow and cautious so she didn't trip a second time, trying to feel forward with her snout since her paws were so restrained, and after a few more steps through the utterly black void her snout bumped into something: something that yielded, and then pressed back against her, and then so, so faintly she heard, "mmmh, mmmm, mmmmmfff!"

Iris collapsed against her, her snout pressed to Adhara's neck, trembling all over and still rocking her hips, the motion nearly beyond her control. Why couldn't the vibrator be just a little bit stronger? It was so slow, it made her want pleasure so badly while hardly giving her any! "Mmmmf mmmn, mmmhg. Mmmmfff. Mmmmmff!" she said in response, wondering if Adhara could even hear--if the two of them might just be talking over each other's gagged moans-- If there was any hope of them even trying to guess what words the other might be trying to force around the thick dragon-cock gags jammed into their snouts. Adhara slumped over as well, their shoulders leaning against each other, and the two powerless dragonesses settled in to endure their self-imposed sentence.

Keeping track of time was impossible. Thinking about anything was impossible, even with the hood so narrowing her awareness and cutting out distractions: that just meant eliminating distractions from the slow and tormenting tease beneath Iris's chastity belt, the helpless desire that filled her more and more with every passing moment, the stimulation never stopping, never increasing, a low and constant sensation that seemed perfectly calibrated to make her desperate for more without actually ever getting her anywhere, while also not gentle enough for her to manage to zone it out. So she couldn't try to count the seconds, or the minutes, or the hours; there was only the restraints, and the teasing, and Adhara pressed against her, on, and on, and on...

Was time flying by, or crawling by? Was her lust so great that it was making the seconds feel faster or slower? She forgot to even think about the time almost constantly. Had it been a couple of hours? A day? Surely at least an hour had passed, right? The guards had to be due to let them out soon? And then she would catch herself longing for release and try to temper her expectations, tell herself that no, it had probably only been a few hours at most-- But she couldn't be sure. She couldn't tell. She just wanted to cum!

Iris had thought she was getting accustomed to it, that she had managed to get herself into the bondage she wanted and that it felt good and that her racing anxious heart was merely lust and excitement, but all at once it overwhelmed her. This was excessive-- It was time to get out and time to cum she had to cum what had she been thinking she couldn't take it anymore! Twisting away from Adhara she thrashed, yanking on her chains, rubbing her snout with the mitts, pressing them together and howling, bucking, desperately pulling on her bondage and then trying to rub her mitts between her legs, trying to get more stimulation through her chastity belt, roughly and rapidly humping her paw, gasping, grunting, her whole body shaking with effort...

It was the first time she'd really tried to escape--and thus the first time she'd failed to escape--and that was when it really hit her. She'd thought she was helpless before, of course, but it wasn't until she really tested her bonds and failed utterly to even loosen them that she truly felt it. She couldn't escape--not just that she couldn't escape, there was no one there to release her, to let her back out of this plan, for her to admit to that it was too much for her... There was no turning back at all. She was simply trapped, truly powerless, with no relief coming and no hope for freedom until the time they'd agreed to. She whimpered in realization, she shuddered and she writhed and, maddeningly, she felt the tease of the vibrator more intensely than ever knowing she definitely couldn't escape it--and no matter how bad she wanted it she definitely couldn't cum!

Something bumped against her snout out of the darkness, making her flinch and cry out-- Thus nearly missing Adhara's own thoroughly muffled voice, saying, "mmm-mmff mmmmmf! Mmmfff! Mmmm mmm-mmfff!" She accompanied the message with a few more bumps, pokes, then what was more distinctly a nuzzle from her equally trapped and teased companion, and Iris slumped down with a groan. There she was, panicking and struggling desperately, her arousal raging, while her more experienced friend had managed to realize despite her own teased, helpless, sensory-deprived state that she was in difficulty, and had the presence of mind to try to comfort her. While surely grinding her own vibrator and quivering in denial and moaning into her gag as much as Iris was! And if she was so calm--or at least, she certainly gave that impression to the hooded princess--then there was no need for her to panic... She moaned to herself, shuddering and humping and gasping for breath, heart racing, sides heaving, and then lifted her snout to return the nuzzle; it took a few tries, her snout blindly leaning into empty air, before their noses bumped together to share a powerless nuzzle that their cockgags only made feel more awkward and trapped.

Adhara thought things were fine, she thought, so she could calm down. This was what she'd wanted, and now that she'd gone and found it, she didn't have a choice. She had to experience it--had to bear it. She'd heard so much about how thrilling it could be and now she just had to learn to accept how powerless she was, she could calm down, she could bear this... She could enjoy it...

The princess managed to master herself--for a little while. She broke down again, later on, and then a third time. A fourth. Each time she felt beyond desperate to escape, like she wanted to cum more badly than anything she'd ever wanted, and each time she was helpless, truly and inescapably helpless, writhing and humping the teasing vibe and moaning in unanswered need, unable to speak and unable to see or hear or find help, relief, freedom... Nothing. Just more teasing, more tight relentless bondage that didn't let her go no matter how she tried. And the only way she could keep going was to try to accept her position, that she'd asked for this, that if it wasn't going to end until the time came then she had no choice but to bear it and try to enjoy it as much as her friend was...

At least Adhara was there to comfort her. Faintly the other dragoness could hear her muffled howls, surely, or feel her thrashing and struggling next to her, and the other dragoness's snout would bump against her, her shoulder would lean supportively--she thought--and her presence would do all it could to comfort her, and Iris would remind herself that her friend could manage this, her friend was loving this, and there was nothing to worry about, right? Even if she did really, really, really need to cum?

Except eventually Adhara broke too. Who knew how long it had been by then--forever, it felt like--but suddenly Adhara was the one pulling back, ever so faintly yowling, her mitts pushing and rubbing against Iris's chest and forelegs and neck, and all the anxiety and panic that Iris had been trying to suppress by reminding herself about her friend's calm suddenly boiled over. What was she so worried about-- Had she been keeping track of time better because she was more experienced with bondage-- Did that mean that the guards were late? What if-- were they coming back? Iris howled right back, pressing her snout firmly to Adhara's, and meeting her mitts with her own, trying to figure out how, how, how could they possibly escape together? They needed to--she had to cum--she couldn't take it--

But they were just as trapped together as they were on their own, no matter how they struggled or felt blindly over each other's gear or moaned at each other, words swallowed up by the cockgags stuffing their snouts, their panic intensifying the tease and denial which only further heightened their emotions! They tried and they tried, mitts rubbing uselessly over each other, hips jerking and bucking and paws pressed against belts without any way to get themselves the orgasms they were denied, and no matter what they did they still couldn't escape. They still couldn't cum. They were desperate and they were exhausted and they were powerless... and there was no. Getting. Out.

And the only thing they could do to cope with their raging, aching lust was to accept it.

It just felt like longer than it was, they told themselves. The guards would get them when it was time, they told themselves. Or tried to. Or hoped they could convince themselves, over the ruthless, endless slow teasing of the vibrators against each dragoness's desperately sensitive clit. They had no way of knowing, of course, if the guards had been reassigned, or someone had learned of any bribe and sent them off for punishment, or if the guards simply didn't mean to let them out--or if it had really only been two days so far, and there were two more days to go no matter how badly they both wanted the inescapable teasing torment to be over.

All they knew was that they couldn't escape and they couldn't orgasm, and there was nothing they could do about it. Iris kept telling herself she had to keep waiting, accept she couldn't climax and accept her helpless position, press her snout to Adhara's neck and hump into that vibrator and moan at her, ever so faintly hear her moaning back, and whenever one of them broke down thrashing and howling and trying desperately and uselessly to find a way to cum, the other would be there to mumble at them, reassure them, they were in this together and they'd be let out soon, or at least that's what they would tell each other if they could manage a single word through their gags and hoods...

And timed dragged on, and on, and they told themselves to accept they were helpless and trapped in the tease and denial again, and again, no escape, no climax, only an endless powerless tease, until their freedom finally came... But it wasn't there yet, they were still helpless, so they had to tell themselves again that they couldn't cum and couldn't break free and there was nothing they could do...

And time dragged on.