No Good Deed... [Commission]
An anonymous commission...
"Don't worry Sylvia, they're bound to slip up sooner or later. You just be ready to jump on my back and we'll be away from here and never get caught again!"
The leopardess forced her muzzle to curve in a weak smile, hesitant to let the brave but naive young dragoness know just how hopeless their situation was. It was hard to come to terms with it sometimes. Danta had hatched only about four years ago, but she already had the body and mental faculties of an adult. Dragons matured with an astonishing speed, but intellect and size were one thing and wisdom another. You had to spend a few decades in the world to learn just how unjust and cruel it could really be. Through their bond she could feel the fierce spirit of the green dragoness, but also the fear she was trying to hide. Fear and something she'd never felt before. Then again, Danta had never been leered at before. She didn't wear clothes, of course, so being naked wasn't anything new for the green dragoness, but the fact that Sylvia was striped to her fur next to her filled her with as much dismay as the bonds they wore.
They were on a long, raised dais with prospective buyers circling it, examining them and the other unfortunates caught and brought to be sold to training centers. Danta's wings -enormous things that looked like pale-yellow sails when fully stretched- were bound with bands of vulcanized rubbed, tight and nearly impossible for the dragoness to chew through. Danta was technically massive, easily three times the weight of a horse but she still managed to look graceful, even bound. Glossy green scales covered a sinuous body that could sail through the air with a speed and grace that would put any bird to shame. The dragoness had a collar around her long neck, with a strong chain leading up to the ceiling and ensuring that she couldn't lunge, but allowing her to open her mouth. Buyers would want to make sure she had all her teeth, to check if she'd been 'damaged' during her capture. The tip of her tail was also held up, exposing the young female's virginal slit to the crowd examining and discussing them as if they were produce. And not only them. Manufacturers of 'conditioning' equipment always took the opportunity to showcase their latest models at these auctions. After all, why bother buying a dragon and their bonded rider if you weren't going to put any of the probe-like implements to use?
The leopardess was also on display, and since she usually did wear clothes it felt even more degrading to be presented in nothing but her fur. Her legs were held apart by a bar fastened to each ankle, her hands bound together and held up high by a chain hanging from the ceiling, pulled a few feet to the front of her to ensure her back was arched and her chest fully bared to appraising stares. The tip of her tail was caught in a tight rubber ring and fastened to the back of the collar around her neck, robbing her of any last shred of modesty. Her rear was fully exposed and every now and again she'd feel someone squeeze or poke at what was on display. Through the clamor of the busy hall, fragments of conversation would reach her ears and deepen her distress.
"...glad to see some new tech, market's in a bit of a slump..."
"...thinking of switching over to vibrators. They claim the new ones can make a dragoness orgasm in 10 seconds..."
"... decent stock but I just know they're going to drive the price up..."
"...trust me, only penetrating models really work. I hear the new pistons reach 300 rpm, so we're looking to upgrade our equipment..."
She doubted Danta would understand much of what they were talking about, but Sylvia could and the dragoness would pick up on her dread. The bond had been an accident, one that she'd been trained to avoid. When a dragon hatched you had to have several people tending to it in shifts, so the young wyrmling didn't have a chance to form a bond with you. But their group had been raided and Sylvia ran and hid with the one egg she managed to spirit away. When Danta had hatched, the choice had been either to abandon her or to let the newborn dragoness bond with her.
It used to be a boon in ages past, when wars were decided by the number of dragon riders a kingdom could field. It made a pair work in perfect tandem, but that era is long past and the resentment many had over those who had once brought down death from the skies had never faded. It had just warped and twisted into the fate that awaited them. Pets, slaves for the wealthy and powerful who referred to people like Sylvia degenerates for associating with 'dangerous animals' such as dragons. That attitude gave them license to do what they did - using either dragon or rider for their pleasure, but more often just using them as entertainment for their peers.
And gear on display along with them played a key role in that. The leopardess could put a name to most of them - common wands for exterior use, probes meant for insertion. A wide range there - vibrating, spinning, inflatables, electro-stimulators, temperature-variable inducers - still a novelty item but one that tended to catch the interest of the jaded buyers. Restraints of course - conventional, elastic, electro-magnetic and mechanical-locking, all of them with convenient places to attach restraints or other implements. When crews came to take them to the auction podium (two for her and six for Danta) the feline found the strength to speak.
"Don't... don't try to fight them and don't resist. No matter what they do..." she said, knowing that the ignorance and naiveté of the dragoness was about to be stripped from her, along with any dignity she might have clung to. And while the crew busied themselves binding the two of them, the auctioneer cast an appraising glance at both them and the crowd before approaching the podium.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if I may have your attention we will begin with our first lot of the day. A pair of females, certified as bonded by our experts, even though I'm sure you'll be able to tell once we get the demonstration under way..." he said, earning a few chuckles from the assembled bidders.
"I would like to draw your attention to the superb quality of the individual specimens. Note the rich, verdant shade of green of the dragoness' scales. Not a rare color itself, but you'll agree that it stands out against the drab tones we usually see. " the goat spoke, approaching Danta who was now bound with her rear exposed to the crowd but with her long, sinuous neck twisted so that they could also see her face. A rubber band had been fitted around her muzzle to keep it shut, like the ball-gag stuck in Sylvia's mouth, to keep either of them from interrupting the auction. They might have their gags removed a little latter, if the crowd wished to hear the noises they were sure to make.
"Next, I want to draw your attention to the dragoness' slit. As you know, the females only ovulate if in the presence of a male and we can say for a certainty this one has never laid even a single egg." he said, parting Danta's delicately scaled slit as if he were drawing back a curtain, exposing the delicate pale-pink flesh hidden away behind the draconic labia. "Notice the snug passage is and imagine if you will how responsive her sex would be even to conventional conditioning equipment! And if you chose to try out any of the innovations showcased here today, the process of breaking the pair is sure to be not only successful but sensational."
"Moving on to the rider, I am sure you can see yourself this feline is in the prime of her life, female beauty at its peak..." the goat said, hefting one of Sylvia's firm breasts to show the crowd how the weight of it rested against his palm. "I am happy to say we caught these two with chemical stunners, so not a scale was scuffed nor a scar left to mar this luxurious fur..." he bragged, running a hand down her belly and smoothing down the creamy fur covering it. At a gesture from him the platform was rotated, and a second later Sylvia was yowling into her gag as the auctioneer's hand grabbed her tail and yanked up, his other hand pushing down on her lower back and forcing her to thrust her rear out to the leering crowd.
"As we all know there is a special privilege to be had with any riders one buys, and just imagine the fun you can have with this one and how much she will add to the value of the pair once you are ready to sell them on. Males and dare I say quite a few females will pay a premium for a pair such as this one." he said, making Sylvia's stomach twist.
Privilege was subtle innuendo for rape. No anthro could be sold as a slave other than the 'degenerates' who bond with a dragon. Danta's size would make her a little too big even for an anthro stallion, which meant she would be subject to the various devices designed to force a dragoness to orgasm over and over, but Sylvia would have to endure both that and a more personal sort of violation.
"As I am sure most of you know, conditioning felines requires equipment that can blur the line between pleasure and pain a little, to sate the cat's need for a barb-covered shaft. And the fact these two are bonded means the force of these sensations will be felt by the dragoness, making it easier to condition the pair."
"Now once out techs finish setting the pair up we will begin the demonstration and the auction." The goat explained, even though the assembled crowd knew what to expect. The eyes focused on Sylvia and Danta were still professional and appraising, but there was an eager glint to be seen among both the males and females watching the podium. There would be no sympathy from anyone in that crowd, no matter their sex - male or female, dragons and their riders were degenerates unfit for any role in society other than that of living property.
A lapine female knelt in front of her, fiddling with something resembling a mic-stand even though the bulb-ended device on top was not a recording device. Her movements were methodical, taking care not to damage neither equipment nor merchandise, but with no sympathy or consideration other than that. The telescopic rod was adjusted, raised until the smooth, round bulb of plastic was pressed against Sylvia's bared sex. The rabbit tightened and fiddled, fastening the device so that the ball-like end was pushed up against her labia enough to part them just a little, but clearly without any intent of penetration, a relief given the plastic knob's size. But Sylvia knew what the thing was, and why the lapine woman was taking great care to make sure her inner folds and her clitoral hood were pressed up snug against it.
Looking to her left, a lump caught in her throat at the sight of a similar but much heavier apparatus being fitted to Danta by a wolf and a donkey. She was afraid of the unknown, unlike Sylvia who knew and feared what was in store for them. She winced in sympathy when the lupine male used both hands to pry her slit apart while the jack pushed the bulb the size of a small melon against the slick pink folds his coworker revealed.
"There we go. As you can see these are the standard Bondex AT-201 and DT-201 models respectively. Not very exciting but we are here to showcase the specimens on sale rather than the tech. For anyone interested seeing them in action, the manufacturers will be giving live demonstrations on their in-house bonded pairs in Hall B shortly after the auction. And now let's start the bidding!" the goat said, flicking a switch and starting more than just the sale of two living beings.
Sylvia had used a vibe on herself back in the tumultuous period that was puberty - a slim pink rod 'loaned' from her older sister whenever she got the chance. The tiny battery-powered device had always worked wonders to bring the young feline to orgasm, bucking away between her legs and giving her the illusion that she knew what to expect. But that had been a toy, albeit an adult one. The thing that came alive between her legs definitely wasn't. These things weren't even sold in adult's only stores, since no woman would want something this strong!
The device would have drained a battery in a matter of seconds, and had a thick, heavy-duty power cable to supply it with the necessary juice. Looking down at the exposed part of the head she could see it was slightly blurred as it vibrated almost violently against her sex. Her teeth ground together and she tried to clench her legs in instinct, even though her bonds wouldn't permit it. She knew it was futile but she still struggled as much as she could, pathetic writhing that only served to amuse the crowd watching her.
She remembered the way the little pink rod had buzzed in her hand, but this thing made no such cute noise. The vibrations were so strong and so rapid there was only a hum, a steady noise that her bones seemed to hear as well as her ears. The underside of the stage would be hollow of course, housing the necessary electrical installations and coincidentally acting as a sound-box, letting the crowd hear the noise of the machines over the clamor of the auction floor.
Whenever Sylvia had wanted to give herself some tingly, toe-curling feelings she'd always had to work with her body, reading her own responses and giving it what it wanted. Bu the machine between her thighs wouldn't need to bother than that. It wasn't coaxing a response from her body, it was taking it - a merciless, tireless piece of technology engineered to drive a female to orgasm until it was switched off. And she knew for a fact it would stay on until the bidding was finished.
The horned bastard in charge of it wasn't about to make it easy. Most auctions were fast and to the point, but after all there were only a few pairs of dragons and riders to sell, so the auctioneer was taking his time, pausing between bids to draw the crowd's attention to whatever detail of the humiliating display he thought would drive the price up. Sylvia felt her tail lashing behind her, the only part of her they didn't bother restraining, most likely for the spectacle the spotted extremity provided.
Pleasure mixed with disgust at being exposed like this, not only naked but stimulated rapidly towards a climax while a crowd of people watched and waited, occasionally raising a hand to place a bid and maybe buy the chance to do much worse to her and Danta. For the dragoness, it was worse. She was young and during the time they spent running and hiding she'd never even seen a male of her species, let alone mated. She didn't know what was happening or why she was subjected to it, even though the sheen on the bulb vibrating between her scaly labia told her clearly her body was responding. She would never be mated, of course - the view of the people who'd end up buying them was that there was already far too many dragons in the world as it is without breeding more. Every climax Danta ever experienced would be a product of a cold, cruel machine being applied by cold cruel people.
There was a subtle change in the pitch of the steady hum, drowned by a cry from both dragoness and rider as they felt the already maddening vibrations intensify. Sylvia heard Danta mewl pitifully while she fought to catch her breath. It hadn't occurred to her that these contraptions had different levels of intensity, and managed to wonder just how strong they could be when her first climax hit her. She felt her tail puff up, the nipples on her breasts sticking out enough for the crowd to notice and comment on, the infernal device still humming against her sex even as the splayed folds squirted and gushed around the bulbous end. She felt her claws intend in empty air as the vibrator kept humming away between her legs even as her sex grew sensitive and the noises caused by the rapidly moving tip of the machine became obscenely moist.
She closed her eyes tight but it didn't help - she was still bound with nothing but her fur to hide her body and nothing at all to hide her shame as she was forced to orgasm in front of complete strangers. And the device never slowed, not even to give her time to catch her breath. And why would it? These people would probably love to see a degenerate like her cum until she passed out.
As it was the leopardess held onto consciousness, or at least some part of it. She could still hear the auctioneer, and the occasional bid or question from the crowd, but couldn't spare any attention to focus on the people deciding her future. She climaxed over and over, more times than she would have thought possible. But then again she would have never punished herself like this. Looking down she could see that the usually pale-pink strip between her thighs was blushing a rosy-red, slightly swollen and a complete mess as the wand continued to buzz between her, the bulb a blur as it scattered tiny droplets of her juices. Her thighs were a mess, the fur soaked through and failing to hide the tremors running along them as sweetly-agonizing tension mounted and broke over and over, threatening to take Sylvia's mind with it.
Near the end they ungagged the two females and the feline cringed at the noises the two of them were making. Wanton and pathetic, the whimpers, whines and mewls tumbled from their muzzles to the amusement of the buyers. By the time the gavel finally struck the pair couldn't even manage that. She could see Danta's barrel chest swelling with each labored breath, her own chest rising and falling obscenely, drawing attention to the painfully stiff nipples crowning each pert mound. She crumpled when the bonds were released, protesting weakly as the donkey from before threw her over one shoulder, her bare breasts pressed against his back as he gave the messy behind a gentle smack, one that still made Sylvia yowl as it landed on her over-sensitive slit. While she was carried Danta still seemed to have the strength to walk, although she could miss the bow-legged stride of her hindlegs, the glistening mess of the scales covering them. They were put into a cell together and allowed to get what sleep they could before the sales contract was finalized and their degradation proceeded to the nest stage...
*******
It had dawned on Danta how foolish her notion of escape had been even before they got to the facility. And the ordeal they'd been subjected to on their first day drove the point home. She was still... tender for lack of a better description. No real harm had been done to them, no injury to their bodies, but it had been enough to make her sick with worry about what these people had in store for them. The feeling she'd first felt on the auction block had been a shock, but not an unpleasant one. The moment the strange tension that had been built up by the vibrating device broke was one of bliss, or would have been if it had ended there, if she'd been allowed to relax and savor relief.
Instead the machine kept going, pushing her again and again, fear and humiliation arcing back and forth between her and Sylvia through the link that bound them, the eyes of the crowd focused on them as the price of their freedom climbed steadily. She still didn't understand why they were paying so much, or what was in store for them. This place would just 'train' them, whatever that meant, before they were sold to their future owners. There was no crowd this time, no stage, but also no privacy. The hall they were in was spacious, but it was full of technicians and various devices, some meant to subdue, some to restrain and some to inflict those maddening sensations on the captives.
The ones on their heads were worrying, particularly since she couldn't tell what they were for. They wore them yesterday and they had seemingly done nothing, while the devices pressed to her and Sylvia's sex buzzed, thrummed, warmed and chilled as her sex twitched, pulsed and drooled under the sensory assault. They had moaned, squealed and whimpered themselves hoarse, but now Sylvia was wearing a red ball gag while a tight rubber band kept her muzzle shut. A helmet was on the leopardess' head, while the techs attached sticky pads to various parts of her own cranium. She saw a large visor being attached to Sylvia's helm, and soon she felt padded mounds fitted to each of her ears and a similar screen was soon covering her eyes. It was curved in such a way that it caught her whole field of view and was pitch black for now.
"All ready here, ma'am." said the ram who'd been fussing with the junk stuck to her head.
"Good, I'll just review yesterday's readings before we start the program. The same wands as before would be fine, but I want a vibe under each tail for this one. Use the new inflating ones, let's see if they're as good as tier press-release..." said a female voice. The things on her ears were muffling them, but Danta could still make the words out as they rang out in the huge room.
Blind and bound there was nothing she could do but wonder what the woman had meant. She'd been sure she'd misheard her when she felt cold slime being smeared over the little circle of scaleless flesh just under the thick base of her tail. On reflex she tried to lower it to save herself this latest degradation, but it was bound firmly and didn't even budge. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, the panic freezing when she felt a twinge of pain travel through the bond she shared with her rider. Whatever was in store for them had been done to the feline first. It hadn't even faded when she felt something firm press against the mess under her tail, the technician behind her grunting with exertion as he pushed hard enough to make her slick pucker dimple and finally stretch around the invader.
There was a sharp sting that had the dragoness whimpering despite the bonds keeping her muzzle shut, but also relief as whatever it was stretching her open wide sunk in. Her pucker clenched up as of fearing another intruder, gripping something like a rope or a cable attached to whatever had been pushed inside her. It was something hard and cold, a strange intrusion the likes of which she'd never felt made all the more disturbing by the fact she had no idea what it was for or what it would do to her.
The next touch was familiar but still unsettling. The devices these people used on her and Sylvia's sex were different than the ones they'd been subjected to on the auction floor. Instead of a ball they had a curved pad that covered both the feline and the draconic slit entirely, the inner surface of the things covered in large bumps that each thrummed away at a rhythm and intensity of their own. These weren't smeared with the cold slime that she'd felt under her tail - the devices would soon be messy enough.
"All set..." one of the males called out and a second later Danta felt the pad against her sex come to life. And to her surprise, the black band in front of her eyes did the same.
"Relax. Listen, watch and let your body feel what it needs to..." a voice said, warm, sensual and coming from the gadgets secured to her ears. Danta found it hard to do as instructed, dreading another day of intense stimulation made worse by humiliation and fear.
But the screen showed a dragoness in what might have been the same room she was in, except completely unbound and unfettered. Her scales were shades of ochre and bright yellow, her posture submissive with the wings neatly folded but her face betrayed expectation if not eagerness.
"Observe her posture - she isn't afraid. She knows she will not be harmed. She's learned that we are here to give her what she needs, what she used to be afraid to admit she wanted. Look at the way she lifts her tail high and out of the way..." the honey-sweet voice spoke, soft and insidious as the dragoness on the screen flagged her tail. The camera came in close and Danta was shocked to see her slit already wet, the scales glistening like polished gems.
"This dragoness is a good girl, doing everything she's told, knowing that good girls always get what they need..." the voice explained as the camera shifted once again, pulling away from the draconic slit to capture a large machine, ending in a shaft of polished steel topped with a strange, knobbly device in shades of purple and violet. Danta still wasn't sure what that thing was, or shy there were no technicians around, ready to bring whatever that thing was closer to the female's body.
But her eyes went wide in shock as the dragoness on screen shuffled back, taking tiny steps until her rump was close enough to the colorful tip of the strange device. The dragoness watched in shock as the female on the screen arched her back, positioning herself until the tip of the ting was caught in the slick scaly cleft. Danta had never seen a fully grown male of her species up close, but she wasn't completely ignorant of mating. She knew that a drake mounted a dragoness, and put something into the part of her even now under the assault of the buzzing pad, that he mated her and made sure the next eggs she laid would hatch. With the realization came a shock - she was going to let that... thing mate her!
"See how eager she is? See the way she's smearing the cock with the juices running from her needy slit?" the voice said, softly and with a certain melody to it that seemed to make the words tumble down her ears and settle in her consciousness. And the female in front of Danta was really doing it, pressing back until the soft-looking tip parted her folds.
"She needs this bad, and good girls always get what they need..." the voice said, just before little lights on the machine's bulky housing came on and the smooth steel shaft moved.
A slow and steady thrust parted the dragoness cream-yellow folds further, showing a line of pale pink as her walls wrapped around the thick 'cock' disappearing into her. At the same moment the pad resting against Danta's sex came to life, the steady thrum turning into a sharp burst of vibration against her exposed sex. Almost the entire purple-violet length sank into the female on screen, baring a lump at the base that was obviously too big to fit. The dragoness tail remained raised high, the tiny pucker under it seeming to wink as the unrestrained female did nothing to escape this bizarre penetration.
"Look at what a pretty sight she is, how snugly her sex is fitting to the cock..." the voice purred, just before the length slid out. The rubbery mass was now glistening, slick from the brief stay in the sex of the dragoness whose haunches were quivering as the thing was pulled from her. At the same time the pad resting against Danta's sex slowed, only to once again thrum to full force when the synthetic member was once again pushed into the female on screen.
The vibrations kept perfect pace with the device rutting the yellow dragoness, the strokes slow at first but picking up a little bit of speed every time it withdrew, leaving nothing but the tip held between the yellow female's folds. The screen was spilt for a few seconds, showing the expression on the female's face - the blank eyes, the parted muzzle and the long pointed ears folded against her head in submission- as well as the shaft pummeling her sex.
"See how much this slut likes this? How good it feels to have a cock pumping that needy slit? Look at the precision of the machine, tireless and engineered to give her what no drake could. A male dragon would give her a few minutes. Our machines can pleasure a dragoness for hours, even longer..."
Danta could feel muscles in her body trembling in response to the thrum of the device pressed against her sex, the tempo still perfectly time to the increasingly forceful thrusts of the piston-driven phallus spearing the obviously eager dragoness. The welling haze was interrupted when she felt the dormant invader under her tail begin to slowly swell, the sensation of fullness meshing in an unsettling was with the image of another female's sex being stuffed over and over again.
"Look at all those bumps and ridges on the cock... imagine how good it would feel to have that filling you, stroking your needy cunny until you came over and over..." the voice spoke as the shaft pistoned, the screen splitting once again to show the dragoness face. The female lifted her muzzle high, her dim eyes closing and her nostrils flaring until he finally gave a silent but obvious cry, the scaled hunches quivering as she struggled to keep her rear up.
Danta felt the pad buzzing against her sex heat up little by little, the vibrations still timed perfectly to the thrusting of the machine on screen, the device that never faltered or slowed while the dragoness impaled on it shuddered and moaned. The thing they'd pushed under her tail started to hum as well, a steady drone that made her even more aware of the strange sensation of being filled by something.
She wondered what would happen next, expecting the dragoness to walk away from the synthetic member pistoning in and out of her quivering cunny. Danta thought maybe good behavior had earned her some privileges, that she could decide when she'd had enough and wanted to rest. But to her surprise the dragoness just pushed her back a little further, her hind legs once again steady as she assumed a posture that would allow the machine to rut her without difficulty.
Watching the lewd display the young dragoness felt her body responding to the stimulation, an answering heat building in her loins in answer to that of the buzzing pad. The first one always felt good, she knew, even though they'd keep pushing her until she was hoarse from begging them to stop. She could feel her sex fluttering, the muscles in her belly clenching and relaxing as the tension mounted... and then the devices died. All except the screen showing her the yellow female's slit being rutted.
Danta was confused. No session had lasted this short before. Was there a malfunction? And if there was why were no techs coming to either fix the devices or lead her away? But it wasn't confusion that had the dragoness short of breath. This was the first time these feelings have been allowed to build without giving her release, and the desperation she felt made her wonder if this was some new form of discipline.
Her sex was twitching against the silent pad while she watched the device on screen work without fault or pause, churning a mess out of the creamy yellow femininity of the dragoness pushing back against it. She could feel similar frustration coming from Sylvia and wondered what her rider was seeing in the screen mounted in front of her eyes. The pad came to life again, just a hint of vibration that - to Danta's shock and shame- had her pressing her cunny against it, desperate to achieve release. The dragoness in front of her was shuddering through her second climax, but then again the device pumping away between her haunches hadn't even slowed. Quite the opposite, in fact...
"Isn't she a pretty sight? She's such a good slut that she's going to get a special treat..." the voice husked, making Danta's eyes focus on the scene playing in front of her eyes.
The bendy member pumping the draconic slit seemed to grow pale until she realized it was smeared with something else, something that wasn't coming from the dragoness. They're filling her! She thought to herself, her breath catching in her throat as every pull-out of the artificial cock formed strands of something that looked as goopy as glue but that was as white as milk. And every time the shaft punched in a splatter of the stuff squelched out.
"Not real seed, of course. But she doesn't really care. It's thick, warm and so very, very slick. And she knows a messy rump is a pretty rump. She knows how important it is to look pretty while she's getting what she needs..."
Danta still didn't understand why she was boing told this, but she paid as much attention as she could. The toy was once again buzzing wildly against her dribbling slit and the thing stuck under her tail was growing and shrinking, a strange sensation that made her feel ...ambivalent about having it stuck in her behind. It didn't take long to drive her back to her peak and she'd been bracing for the moment of sweet release when every device expect for the screen died once again.It's like they know! They know when I'm close and they won't let me go!
The pattern repeated several times, and she could tell they were doing the same thing to Sylvia. When the devices came to life again Danta almost sobbed, certain she would be teased to madness if this went on any further. On the screen the dragoness once again raised her muzzle, her moan long and shaky as the piston whirled away behind her.
"You could be just as happy as her, if you prove you'll be a good little slut. Would you like that?" the voice purred.
"Y-yes! Ple-ahh!-ase..."
"Good sluts aren't ashamed of asking for what they want, even begging for it..."
"Please, I'll... I'll be good! I'll be a... be a slut. Just lemme... lemme..." Danta begged, still not sure what these words meant.
"Nghhhhh just let me cum! F-fuck me, use me...do whatever you want... just don't stop!" came a voice to her right and she almost didn't recognize it as Sylvia's. She'd never heard her use that tone, or the words she was stammering out. Danta found herself repeating them, crying out along with her rider that she would be a good slut, a whore, a cum-dump just as long as they let her come.
"That's what we like to hear..." the voice purred in her ears, once again the unseen female tone that was at once so sensuous and commanding. "This slut is about to get what she's been begging for, and so will you!"
A flutter ran through Danta's belly, a promise of relief if not relief itself. The pad buzzed against her sex, going past warm and radiating such heat that she wondered if the mess she'd made back there was steaming. The thing under her tail also grew in what she knew must be pain even though it only registered as fullness. Her eyes focused on the screen, albeit barely, and the last thing she saw was the piston giving one last thrust, slow but merciless. Her muzzle fell open and her tingling sex clenched in sympathy as the dragoness' folds dimpled and then suddenly snapped around cold steel. The huge violet and purple mass at the base of the pseudo-penis managed to fit inside her and as her won orgasm struck her harder than anything ever had Danta was trying to fight to stay focused on those pale-yellow lips, messy, bruised and clenching lovingly around cold hard steel. It had been the last thing she saw before exhaustion took its toll and her hold on consciousness slipped away.
*******
"So she won't be a cherry after all?" said a Clydesdale, addressing a rabbit in a lab-coat while he fastened Danta's restraints.
"Cherries are sold in grocery stores, by the pound. We sell maiden dragonesses, when we can get them conditioned and keep them intact." The rabbit replied brusquely.
"Right, sorry boss. Still, the girl's been well behaved, hasn't she?" the burly equine asked, as if Danta couldn't hear them discussing her.
"Yes but still too skittish. We need to make sure she's properly broken before the final sale. Her owners won't have a whole team of handlers standing nearby if she gets jumpy like we have. Guaranteed docile is what they expect."
"Sort of like kitty over there?" he asked, pointing to Sylvia who was standing with her eyes cast down while a burly elk stood nearby, waiting for instructions on what to do with her.
"Yes, but she was easy..." the rabbit said, supervising the stallion's work as he bound her so that her tail was hiked up and she faced what looked like tracks set in the floor. "Is the rig ready?"
"Inbound, sir." Replied the elk.
"Anyway, the feline wasn't intact so we could let you lot have your fun with her. That always speeds things along..." he said.
Danta wasn't sure what he was referring to, but she had an idea. At night the technicians would sometimes come into the cell they shared and take Sylvia away. She never saw what they did to her, but as she lay in the darkness she could feel what her rider felt - shame, fear, pain and the tingle in her loins. She would be returned in an hour-or two, fur still damp from a hasty bath that still seemed to leave her feeling dirty.
Sylvia could feel the anxiety of the dragoness, and wondered if she shared her dread. Her ears were sharp enough to hear the hum and clung of the approaching machinery, and unlike Danta she wasn't surprised when a panel in the wall swung aside and a shiny, intricate machine slid forward on the tracks on the floor. She wondered what they'd been showing the dragoness and if she would recognize the function of the long steel rod topped with an imitation of a draconic cock. The machinery itself looked scary, at least when you knew what it was going to do. The engine was massive, the numerous high voltage warning hinting at the power it could unleash. The whole thing looked and evens smelled brand knew which wasn't a good sign. These places only bought new tech when something stronger and more insidious came out.
"C'mon pussy, saved you a seat right there. You'll have a nice view of your friend getting popped..." the elk said, settling her down on what looked like a white padded bench. The ting had a thick plastic wheel in the middle, dotted with large bumps, and it was no surprise to the leopardess when she found her thighs being spread so that she was straddling the device with the lumpy wheel pressed against her sex. She didn't resist. She had no fight left in her, no outrage, and soon Danta would be as broken as she was.
The cock they aimed carefully at her exposed sex was monstrous, something even a feral mare couldn't have taken without serious injury, even if it was used on her gently, which she knew wouldn't be the case. There was a tank full of white goo near the casing of the machine, and as the little lights came on she could see some of it being pumped through a clear tube running along the steel shaft. A thick dribble emerged from the tip, spearing over Danta's exposed sex.
The dragoness had just enough time to gasp at the sensation of the cold pseudo-ejaculate when the tip pushed forward, the white goo allowing it to slide in smoothly in spite of the fact it was stretching the young female's sex wide. The device under her came to life, and it was Sylvia's turn to gasp when the wheel started spinning and the bumps started flicking against her clit and between her splayed labia.
When the dragoness tensed up she didn't bother looking away. Even if she hadn't seen it she would have felt it through their bond - the sharp pain of her hymen tearing and the scary sensation of a cold, unyielding shaft being forced as deep in her as it could go. As they promised, she had a good view, enough to catch the pathetic way the dragoness body tried to expel the invader causing her such pain and discomfort.
The shaft soon began to withdraw, almost all the way before sliding smoothly back in, everything except for the fake knot. The best she could hope for was that Danta wouldn't be forced to take that sinister bulge on her very first time, but she knew that was the only bit of gentle consideration remaining to her. The machine was going slowly, but she knew it would be moving too fast for the eye to follow by the time they were ready to release the impaled dragoness.
Danta was still having a hard time adjusting to having something in her sex and she could feel the fear of the bound dragoness, even the phantom sensation of fullness even though the device she was riding wasn't penetrating her. One if not several of the techs would see to that later that night, she was sure. For now they were happy to leer at the no longer 'cherry' dragoness crying out in pain. For now.
They wouldn't want this to hurt, of course. That's not how you broke someone, how you messed their mind up so that they both feared and needed these sick devices. She wondered what the tip would be doing. Would it pulse and vibrate to get the nerve endings in Danta's snug sex tingling, or would they warm it up and let heat mix with friction to break her. The thing was going faster and faster, but she doubted it would stop at just pistoning the dragoness' sex raw.
"So, your girl's finally a woman, huh?" the elk beside her gloated, getting down on one knee and slipping a finger under her tail. Sylvia hissed but didn't protest, even when the male started fucking her pucker with the thick digit. "Better be grateful slut, we saved you from being strapped down to a kitty-sized version of that monster. You got to enjoy some real live cocks, not a machine designed to fuck the brains out of a slut." He said, pumping under her tail.
"T-thank you..." Sylvia said, hating herself but knowing she'd regret it if she showed even a shred of defiance or even dignity.
"You're welcome pussy, and you'll get plenty more before you're sold." He said, pulling his finger from her pucker and getting up, although it more likely had to do with the lapine supervisor's scowls than as a kindness to her.
The device under her sped up, the wheel whirling so fast she could no longer feel individual bumps, just a flurry of strokes against her drooling sex. She was being pushed to her peak, but she could feel Danta was already there. In less than a minute the dragoness was raising her muzzle to the ceiling, letting out a high, shaky moan as she came around the device rutting her. She was gasping for breath by the time her sex had finished clenching around the synthetic shaft, struggling to get a grip on herself while the machine just drove on faster and faster.
Sylvia wasn't sure how long she'd watched it but she'd seen it all. The tank of white sludge emptying, the slimy mess getting churned out of a whimpering Danta's sex. She heard the machine straining, the hum becoming so intense that the whole floor seemed to vibrate. The cock being driven in and out of the dragoness messy cunny was a blur by the end, her eyes completely unfocused and her tongue hanging from her open muzzle. She wasn't sure if she was still conscious, but when the thrusts changed from a lighting fast railing to savagely deep and powerful jabs, the dragoness came to. She was crying out and writhing against her restraints while the rabbit worked the controls until one final thrust pushed the knot past her abused folds.
The dragoness hung her head and panted, and as she rode her won infernal contraption Sylvia could see the half-empty container of white slime being pumped into her, the female's scaled belly bulging a little as the knot forced her to hold every drop. She looked at the blank, drained expression on Danta's face and remembered the cautiously optimistic dragoness on the action block, who believed they just had to bide their time. She knows better now...