Before Heat
Tsidia celebrates the start of her heat and gets more than she bargained for
They said they would make her beg. They said they would break her so hard she would never recover. When Tsidia listened to what they said she was already on the edge of begging. She was the one who approached the group, searching for her last adventure before she would go into heat. Together they broke bread and then Tsidia was shown the restraints. The ness felt her tail wag in excitement. So many pretty toys she would have. Such tight restraints she would wear. Gosh, she was already heated under the tail.
Tsidia leaned forward and raised her tail, wiggled her hips from side to side. They clicked a collar over her neck, tied her tail to the collar. She trotted in place, pawing like a puppy. Her wings beat behind her back. They bound those wings, mittened her claws. Her hind legs they chained together. Tsidia looked at her audience, hissed. Saliva dripped from her serpent tongue. Then it dripped only from her gag. She slithered, struggled, squirmed in place. A straitjacket kept those motions at bay. The pink dragoness whined as the lock of a chastity belt was clicked shut, followed by the spring-like sound of pulling out the key. At last, her outfit was complete.
Tsidia purred submissively but wasn't heard, the sound muffled by her gag. She was intimately aware of the cold touch of metal on her slit, but failed to respond in any way. The female was bound too tight to make any meaningful movement. She pushed against the restraints and only aroused herself with the struggle. Her body grew hot, her slit wet. Her squirming intensified. So awfully close to release and so far, far away at the same time. One of them chuckled and also gave a firm rub over that chastity belt, attaching a vibe wand to Tsidia, held in place by her bindings and pressing against the belt. He turned it on on a medium setting, so that she could definitely feel those teasing vibrations but without it being so strong that she could ever hope to orgasm from it.
Tsidia cried out at the stimulation, the sound little more than silence beyond her gag. The female started to vibrate all over as her fluids dribbled and her eyes closed shut. Tsidia went hotter and hotter in her restraints, looking like a ness deep within heat. Even her belt became warm to touch. Instinct compelled her to grind, but Tsidia's restraints were too tight for even that. Her clit ached, liquids squirted down her thighs. There was nothing she could do but focus on that slow, insistent buzzing, feel it roll across her body, a trace, a shadow of what it might feel like if someone wanted to relieve that belted ache. But nobody did and soon the teasing grew to unbearable heights, forcing her into fantasies that wouldn't come true, pushing her to imagine a stray dragon coming from the sky, biting her neck, breeding full of his offspring. At that moment she wouldn't mind. She wouldn't mind a female either. The ness felt her fluids puddle underneath her. She'd settle for a stray pack of wolves to rape her into the ground.
As more hours went by, the wand was slowly running out of power. Tsidia pleaded, whined and screamed as the vibrations died down. She could still feel the waves coursing through her form after they were gone, empty promises of pleasure she was not allowed to have. The dragoness threw herself at the binds, trying to get out, to rip them to shreds, cum everywhere. The thought only made her her slit burn hotter, her walls clenching on nothing as her desperate body looked for any source of stimulation it could find. It found none. The dragoness felt exhaustion raid her mind. She closed her eyes and joyfully submitted to the coming of sleep. How long would they keep her like this? A day? A month? The rest of her life? She couldn't imagine spending even a minute more like this, chaste, immobile and so achingly, so very very very denied.
The second day began with Tsidia waking in her chastity. How ungrateful she was for those vibrations through her belt. What she would do just to feel them again, to feel something other than the numb chill of her belt. The dragoness continued leaking. She was laying in a puddle of arousal, her body blasting away waves of heat. Her scent must have reached for hundreds of miles. Someone must have remembered about her. Someone must have decided to come back and release her from this predicament. Nobody came. Certainly not Tsidia. Electric need pulsed in her veins, it was no longer a desire, it was a raw need. She needed to breed. God, she felt like if she didn't breed soon she would die. Desperation seared away her any other thought. There was nothing else she could do but beg and pray and hope and just wait until someone let her go. They had to at some point. It was no longer funny.
Throughout the third day Tsidia vibrated a lot. It was the only kind of movement she was physically capable of making. It accomplished nothing, of course. She was helpless in the tight embrace of her bondage, every toy and fabric keeping her still and exposed. Yet it was strangely comforting and so she kept vibrating along, a leaky slut in depths of desperation. It has occurred to her, that it didn't matter if someone would find her. Her red, swollen slit was locked away behind her chastity belt, her rear was hidden somewhere between the restraints they would not be able to take off. Even her maw was gagged. Nevertheless, the dragoness was happy. She was in this bondage for two days. Staying in it for any longer would be a serious danger to her health. That meant the relief would come very soon. They would come back, take off her belt, take off her restraints. She would finally sate that unbearable urge.
On the fourth day Tsidia's heat season has begun. She was crying throughout the day. Crying and screaming. The dragoness often passed out due to exhaustion and dehydration. For a brief second after waking, there was a moment of confusion. For a blissful instant she was not aware of the chastity belt, unaware of the pool of scent she was laying in. But then that moment was over. The tide of desperation flooded her, taking every thought, every emotion, melting them into raw, unrestrained need. When Tsidia was too tired to keep screaming, but not yet exhausted enough to pass out, she thought about what she would do for an orgasm. She would sell all her possessions. She would sell herself as a slave, for the rest of her live. She would let them mutilate her in any way. The female could no longer feel any of her body. She wasn't thirsty, she wasn't hungry, her limbs didn't ache. All those things, they were nothing. Nobody came back to let her go. Nobody came to relieve her of the chastity belt. She could picture them asking what she would do to cum. She could picture them saying they would break her lock, break the safety release on her restraints. She could picture them saying they would feed her full of aphrodisiacs, they would make her watch dragons breed every single day. They would edge her every waking minute for the rest of her life. They would make her heat permanent and they would inject her with drugs that made it deeper. But if they promised, in return, to let her climax at this very moment, she would have given herself to them. They would unlock her belt and she would orgasm everywhere like a cheap whore, she would writhe in the embrace of climax for hours to no end, she would relieve herself and nothing else would matter, not then. But they never came. And when the dragoness closed her eyes and the exhaustion set in once again, she knew that tomorrow would not come