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"You must let me help protect you," insisted the wizard, but Oposentra didn't trust him.

"King Boussar has lived his whole life with his kingdom in my shadow, and his father and grandfather both accepted my presence, just as he has during his own brief rule. I have not even had to roast a knight since before he gained his crown, let alone chase away a settlement on my lands." The great dragoness snorted at the little human. "I do not believe you."

"But he [i]does[/i] mean you harm," he said again, a note of pleading in his voice. "I have seen the maps, heard the plans to turn your forests into farms, villages, hunting grounds... All he must do to put those plans into action is remove you from his path, and great as you may be you cannot defeat his army and engines of war."

"So what would you have me do?" She lowered her head until her gray-scaled nose was hardly a paw's width from his own. "Give up my territory? Abandon my treasure, flee? I'm sure [i]you[/i] would love to have first chance to claim the best for yourself."

The wizard backed away with his palms up, with gratifying nervousness, at the sight of her fangs. "No-- No, that's not what I meant! He [i]means[/i] to bring you down, yes, but he has not yet chosen precisely where and how to do so. I do think you must flee to somewhere an army cannot march, yes, and to show that you might abandon some space to him, but you have a little time to prepare and to stake out a new home somewhere deeper in the mountains and further from danger. You would be able to take your hoard with you."

She slitted her green eyes at him, trying to keep him afraid and stammering, hoping to draw out what he actually wanted from her whether he wanted to admit it or not. "Why are you telling me this? Don't tell me you prefer my company to that of Boussar's court." Ordinarily she might have shown a wizard more respect, as they were more threatening than regular humans to a dragon like her by a few orders of magnitude, but she knew this one's abilities well enough to know he was little threat: he worked in illusion and object transformation, and if he had any magic meant for actual combat, she'd never seen it despite frightening him half to death multiple times over the years to see what she could make him do.

He drew himself up straight, attempting to put on a noble air. "Dragons play an important role in the regulation of the Earth's magic! If you were to be... removed... It would harm the magical ecosystem, and make it more difficult for other magical creatures here to survive--and harder to work my magic."

Oposentra regarded him doubtfully. She was aware of course that dragons were inherently magical, despite her inability to cast any spells of her own, but this was the first she'd ever heard of her presence--or that of any dragon--being good for local magic users, especially considering how frequently dragons and wizards came into conflict! Her tail lashed, and her wings rustled, loosening away from her back. "So you need me just to make your spells easier? Then it sounds like you should be trying to convince your King to stay away from me, not counseling me to leave this place and limit your magic. Besides, somehow I doubt you would take the risk in coming here just for that. I could get you into an awful lot of trouble after all, if I used this intelligence to catch that army unawares on the march..."

"I-- No, that-- You're missing the point!" he finally exclaimed. "King Boussar will threaten your life, and I'm trying to warn you so you can avoid it. Let me show you!" He lifted his hands, making complex magical gestures in the air before him; she snorted, but she didn't fear his illusions, and didn't even flinch when he cast the woven spell towards her head like a net.

The whole world shifted. Space felt familiar yet also different; after a moment's reorientation she found herself standing in her home cave, at the entrance, looking out onto the entry ledge where she took off and landed. Near every day it was clear and empty so she had an ideal approach for flight, and of course all feared her and would never dare come near her lair! But now it was crowded: she faced a shouting hoard of troops, spears bristling, great scorpions behind them all leveled towards her cave. She flinched back behind her wings--this was a mighty and dangerous army, and cornered in her cave, she wouldn't be able to take to the sky to stay out of reach and away from the points of the war engines!

At the sight of her, a great cry went up from the men, and they surged forward! There was no negotiation or caution, just a great rushing assault towards her with all those long sharp weapons, and the points of the scorpions tracked towards her even as the men came, ready to fire the instant she sprang and committed herself to one place or another on the battlefield. There was no room to take off, and her great heart thundered--she was caught in a trap, hemmed in, her cave a dead end that would only delay the inevitable. She needed time to think, something to protect her or to hide her or-- or--

Time meant retreat, which rankled her, but it was her only option; she ducked back behind a rim of rocks and half-curled defensively, her mind racing. She needed a way out. To be too swift, to be invincible, to be invisible, to be too strong or too difficult to strike, or this would be it, she'd be done for, and she had to think of something fast in the few moments she had! Oh to be [i]smaller,[/i] then she could slip out the air vent back in her treasure room, smaller and harder to find and harder to hit with those giant weapons meant for big targets like her--

But wait. Wasn't this... not... real?

Right. The wizard! This illusion had been perhaps the strongest she had ever felt, but now that she remembered her indignation what must have been only a few moments ago, the cave began to fall apart at the seams, the roar of the army stuttered and dissolved, and she tossed her snout side to side, shaking off the magic like she was shaking off rain.

The visions faded, leaving the dragoness with a sense of vertigo. Her heart raced; her breaths felt shallow, and she groaned, reaching to rub a paw on her head as she tried to clear it only to be even more disoriented by how different and [i]wrong[/i] the movements suddenly felt. What the--

Her eyes snapped open and she was startled to find the whole cave seeming to reach so high above her. Even the wizard loomed over her, when before her head alone had been the size of [i]him![/i] For a moment she feared she'd been shrunken somehow--just as she'd wanted within the illusion, hardly a minute ago--but when she scrambled to get her limbs beneath her she figured it out: yes, she [i]had[/i] been shrunk, because somehow she'd been transformed into a two-legged form! She flinched and gasped and looked down at herself. Her scales retained their mixture of deep and lighter grays, but her [i]shape[/i] was so unfamiliar! Though she'd kept her sturdy muscular frame it now underpinned a far different body, one with two legs and two [i]arms,[/i] less tail and hardly any claws at all, not to mention how joints and muscles and fat all seemed to sit in totally different places... She felt unsteady still, though perhaps it was the shock of finding herself in this new smaller form as much as the form itself, and she stared down at her body, at those strangely proportioned legs, at her stout hips, at a clawless long-fingered hand and the heavy mounds now a part of her chest...

"How do you feel?" asked the human, coming closer, reaching a hand down towards her, and that [i]wrongness[/i] of seeing the human above her snapped her into action.

"You-- [i]you[/i] did this? How dare--" Oposentra knocked his arm away and struggled to her feet, her tail swaying behind her for balance as her mind said to do one thing to stand up while the instincts of this new bipedal shape suggested another and she nearly fell right back over. "Change me back at once!"

He didn't answer; instead he plucked his fingers in the air, and the end of a rope appeared between them, which he flung at her! She froze for a moment, expecting the strand to simply fall to the earth between them--but it didn't, it swooped through the air in her direction, gaining more and more length as it came. Caught by surprise she threw her hands out in front of her out of reflex to protect her snout, not that it did any good: the rope just wrapped around her chest, and then with that coil as an anchor the rest of the rope caught up! Moving with a life of its own, the ropes grabbed her arms before she could try to catch the coils in turn, wrenching them behind her back roughly enough to make her stagger--she kept her feet, barely, but she didn't keep her arms! The cords coiled and cinched and tightened, looping around her again and again as they folded her arms across each other against her back and tied them together with each hand at the opposite elbow, then wrapped around her torso and arms above and below the unfamiliar mammalian mounds that she'd gained in the transformation, tightening down more and more strictly until her arms were strictly pinned to her back and could hardly budge an inch.

She [i]tried[/i] to budge them, of course: she threw her shoulders back and forth and snarled, hands balled into fists, muscles that felt so much weaker in this form straining and tugging and hardly even making the rope creak--she couldn't pull free! [i]"Rrrrgh![/i] Release me! Now, Sean!" she roared, using his name for once to make it plain how serious she was about her demand and trying not to shiver at how much higher, softer, and less forceful her voice sounded now that she was so much smaller. But even his name didn't make him look her in the eye... he was busy watching her breasts sway with the jerking struggles of her body, and her snout flushed in indignation.

"After all the magic it took to transform you? Absolutely not, and besides, that enchanted rope will hold you forever if it has to," he said, slowly trying to approach her again now that her arms were lashed down tight--and now that she was only a little taller than him, rather than being big enough to crush him! She snarled at the human and stumbled back a couple of steps, still wrestling with her bonds, but the taut coils kept her arms pinned in that U shape against her back--with no wings in the way, even, this two-legged form had taken them away! He wasn't dissuaded by what was now a much less dangerous--if still well-fanged--set of jaws, though, and grabbed her by the shoulder to halt any further retreat. "I wasn't lying, you know. Boussar [i]does[/i] want you out of his way, and having you around [i]is[/i] good for my magic."

Oposentra hissed and tried to wrench her shoulder out of his grip, but he held on without much trouble. "You lying-- Everything [i]else[/i] you said must be false! What part of 'helping' me involves turning me into... this! And tying me up!" the dragoness demanded, glaring at him, her chest heaving from how her struggles had her panting for breath. "I'll hardly be able to defend myself like this, let alone fly somewhere else like you said to!"

"That's right," he said with a devious and provocative smirk. "The part I left out was that I offered to capture you, so you wouldn't be harmed [i]or[/i] be forced to move away from here. In fact, I think my magic might grow stronger from getting to spend so much time so close to you... all the better to make [i]sure[/i] you don't get away."

He smirked, looking her up and down in a way that he definitely never had when she was several times his size, and though she'd never worn or wanted clothes in her life the way he was blatantly [i]ogling[/i] her suddenly made her feel very vulnerable and exposed! Growling, she snapped her teeth at his arm and yelled, "you-- You sneaky-- manipulative-- Rrrrgh!" She only struggled harder, trying to ignore the helpless, anxious feeling welling up in her belly when still the ropes kept her arms immobilized. "Let me go!"

But he ignored her, looking down at her torso again. "Hmm. I didn't expect these to turn out so big, considering you don't have any in your true form... maybe I overcompensated. They look good though, they really suit your figure," he said, grinning.

"'So big?' What are you-- aahhn!" she started, not quite working out what he'd mean, only for him to answer her question by taking one of those new breasts in each hand and giving each a firm squeeze! She writhed and grit her teeth and hissed, she hadn't realized that they'd be so [i]tender![/i] The dragoness wrenched her arms against the ropes and again tried to pull away her unexpectedly vulnerable chest, but he didn't seem about to let go now that he had her in his grasp and her tied arms stopped her from shoving him back... "Rrhg-- Let.. go of me!"

The wizard only chuckled, which was even more infuriating. "What else could I be referring to but these lovely breasts I gave you? Yours turned out [i]very[/i] big indeed, and as you're learning, they can be quite sensitive when held, or squeezed..." He demonstrated by compressing the soft-scaled mounds with his fingers again, emphasizing both how strong his touch felt there and how they were nearly too large for his hands, he had to spread his fingers wide and even then the flesh squished out between them! The feeling drew a groan from her whether she wanted it to or not, and she felt the bridge of her nose flush hot; she knew the silly useless things could grow to different sizes on different humans, but that hers were so big--and that he seemed to have [i]deliberately[/i] made sure her bipedal form had such an endowment--only made it feel more humiliating for him to immediately play with them like this! Almost as humiliating as the feeling of the unfamiliar, pleasurable sensations of his hands turning her new body on... "Sensitive, hmm? I suppose since your true form doesn't have an equivalent this must be quite a new feeling for you. Even better then that they turned out so big and eye-catching."

She wriggled, pressed her thighs together, and jerked her shoulders again, trying without success to throw off his hands. "Stop that, nng!" She tried to kick him next, and though he managed to dodge her foot and its unimpressive blunt claws at least it seemed to get him to stop.

"You're right, you're right... We should get you back home before having too much fun. It'll be a bit of a hike, but that'll help you get used to your new legs!"

Oposentra snapped her teeth again, able to find a bit more fire in her voice now that he'd released her breasts. "Absolutely not--I'm not leaving this cave and I'm not going to be your... prisoner! Change me back!"

"Too late for that, my dear dragoness. You'll be staying human-sized for a good long while." Reaching into his robe, he took out a hard, bright red ball with straps dangling from it, and though she growled he circled behind her and brought it up to her snout--which she promptly clamped shut, able to recognize he was trying to gag her even if the shape of it was unexpected! She hissed through clamped teeth, and he pushed the ball against her nose again... she shuddered when he grabbed one of those tits... and then even knowing what he was trying to do she couldn't hold back a [i]yowl[/i] when he took the dark gray nipple between his fingers and roughly [i]pinched![/i] She hadn't expected that damned nub he'd grabbed to be even [i]more[/i] sensitive!

[i]"Ow--[/i] hhnm! Rrrmmm-- mmmhh, mmmmggg!" She thrashed and twisted, but as soon as her jaws sprang open he shoved the ball in! She tried to push him with her tail, kick him, yank her arms out somehow to make him stop, but he hung on--oofed once or twice from her heavy tail--and tightly buckled straps behind her head and around her snout, keeping the gag crammed deep in there, back behind her teeth. "Rrnnn! Llmmff-- lmmm gmmm!" she fumed at him, glaring and breathing heavily, but even her powerful--smaller--jaws couldn't seem to do anything about the ball gag, not strong enough to break it and not able to get her teeth at the straps to gnaw through those either! It didn't budge when she pushed her tongue against it, it only deformed the tiniest bit when she tried to crush it in her jaws, and the secondary strap around her snout wouldn't let her open her mouth back up to try to push it to the side and get her teeth at the straps instead.

He straightened his robe, backing away a little. "There. Fun as it was to listen to you complain, and then moan, and then try to keep complaining... and think you had a say in what we're going to do next... Can't risk finding out if you've still got that fire breath in this form, so you'll have to stay muffled for now."

"Grrmmm!" she snarled back, stomping a foot. She [i]tried[/i] to figure out how to breathe fire as soon as he suggested it, of course, but she could already tell it wasn't going to work: the ball in her mouth was in the way of her fire glands, so there was no way for anything to escape her mouth and light! She fixed him with a furious glare, and then spared another for her own far too vulnerable chest, she [i]never[/i] would have howled like that to let him gag her without such a horribly sensitive weak point for him to grab... They looked so [i]obvious,[/i] too, the darker color standing out from the lighter ash gray that made up the rest of her front.

"As for making sure you follow me on this little hike back down the mountain, I know just what to use as a leash." She snarled--hardly threatening, in her gagged, restrained state--and he just pulled another one of those ropes out of thin air; this one leapt towards her chest, where it coiled and coiled and coiled and then [i]tightened[/i] hard around the base of each breast! She shuddered and hissed from the squeezing, constricting sensation, looking down and groaning both from the taut feeling of her new flesh and from how the rope pushed them out further from her body, making them look even larger and more unwieldy! The lines had wrapped four full times around the base of each mound, knotted together between them, and left a length of rope perhaps as long as her tail dangling towards the floor, and she groaned: the rope was so [i]visibly[/i] tight, lifting them towards each other and making them look even rounder, and already they gently throbbed from the bondage...

He reached his hands out again, and no matter how she shook her head or growled, "dmmnph yhhm drrmm!" he grabbed her bound tits with both hands and squeezed! This time the sensation was far stronger, a near-painful ache thanks to the combined compression of both his fingers and the ropes, giving that flesh nowhere to go-- "Mmmnnhh! Mmnngh! Lmmf.. nnnngh!" She arched her back and struggled, shutting her eyes tight from the feeling and trying not to shiver from the warmth starting to spread through her from how those touches teased... The sensation was totally unfamiliar, no part of her proper body felt like this when touched, which made it even harder to try to block it out and resist him instead of letting his grasping hands distract her; thankfully he let go after a few moments, and she hunched forward a little, panting and glaring at him. The ache in her boobs lingered with those ropes still squeezing taut, and she shifted her arms restlessly against her back, wishing she could pry those coils off already.

"Thought so. Good luck ignoring [i]this[/i] lead," he said with a grin, and reaching down he took hold of the dangling end of that rope that led right back to where those two wraps were tied off between her breasts! Even the lightest tension in the leash made the ropes tighten and her tits throb, and she groaned--but tried to stand firm, planting her feet for balance as she watched the slack leave the rope and tried to brace herself for a yank that was sure to be tough. She didn't have long to wait; he showed no hesitation in pulling her, and as soon as the rope reached its limit the cords tightened and [i]tugged[/i] on those mounds, making her yowl from the sudden deep constriction! But she forced herself to stand firm, jaws clamping on her gag, leaning back to counter the force trying to drag her forward. The coils cinched tight, giving her chest such an achingly and relentlessly taut squeeze that her body already urged her to obey to relieve that pressure, but she held, even flicked her tail in a moment's victory when he dropped the infuriating smirk... But then he braced himself and pulled harder, and even though she [i]still[/i] had the bigger muscles despite her reduced form, how all that force went somewhere so tender won out in the end! She leaned forward and she growled into the gag and she tried to stay strong but when she had to take a step forward to keep her balance he sprang equally far ahead to [i]keep[/i] her moving, and once she'd surrendered one step she couldn't quite bring herself to pull the rope taut again! Toes dragging, she stumbled after him, groaning from how her defiance had so roughly squeezed her boobs and left them smarting so strongly, glaring first at him and then down at her own chest. A proper dragon did not have such vulnerabilities...

For the first dozen or two strides Oposentra was too preoccupied discovering how bipedal legs worked to do anything but walk, but when she looked up and found them still a length or so from the cave entrance she felt another moment of vertigo: ten steps could have carried her outdoors already in her true form, but with such smaller strides on shorter legs... She moaned softly as another wave of tenderness rolled through her tied breasts, realizing that what would have been the briefest of flights to his tower would take [i]hours[/i] on foot, and there was no way she was going to walk, and walk, and walk meekly behind her captor all the way there, bound or not! Which meant she needed to be rid of the ropes, or the gag, or both...

Or better yet, back in her true form... But she had no idea how he'd changed her, or how she could change back. She tried to close her eyes and imagine growing back into her proper self for a moment, only for a stumble and a jolt through the ropes on her chest to break her concentration. She muttered into her gag again and glared at Sean's back; he just glanced over his shoulder and winked at her, giving the lead another maddening tug.

The cave entrance disoriented her again: the vision of a howling, charging army remained vivid in her mind, and when she found herself walking out onto a quiet, clean, empty shelf of rock instead she sagged a little from subconscious relief. No mortal danger here, no spearpoints, no death, just peace and quiet and those stupid aching tits... She lashed her tail behind her and turned her glare on her own bust yet again, taut and round, humiliatingly massive, and harshly squeezed by the ropes, pulled at an angle for just a moment as her captor turned toward the path down the slope. The dragoness worked her jaws, pushing her tongue against the gag and trying to figure out what to do: get free, yes, but how? The ropes refused to yield to strength alone, what little strength this puny body had anyway, which meant she'd have to somehow cut her bonds or untie them. Cutting seemed liked the obvious choice: after all, dragons had sharp claws and sharp fangs! But while she still had the teeth, presently clamped uselessly around the ball gag, it felt like she hardly had claws anymore... When she tried to twist her fingertips against the rope she certainly didn't feel the fearsome talons she was used to, and craning her head for a closer look she found not proper claws but dull, rounded, useless nails like humans had!

Her feet seemed a little better, still clawed if more blunt-feeling than any self-respecting dragon would ever let them become, but the problem there was reach: she didn't have anywhere near the same sort of flexibility she was used to, and curling into a ball to get her hind claws against her chest didn't feel like it'd be an option even if Sean stopped their march! She hesitated and tried to reach a foot the other way, towards her back, but not only could she tell right away that wasn't going to work--her toes hardly made it past her butt--it meant she wasn't walking, and the wizard hadn't stopped. Her breasts got another firm haul for her trouble and she lurched forward with a muffled yelp as she tried to keep from tumbling over! She staggered, unable to throw out her arms to recover or to catch herself and sure she was about to fall right onto her snout when she collided with Sean, and though he stumbled back a step from the impact, he just barely kept both of them on their feet.

He recovered instantly, laughing. "That desperate to get my hands on these some more?" he taunted, his grip going right back to her boobs; they were so tender by now that just playing his fingers over the far-softer scales there made her squirm, and when he massaged them she arched her back and groaned, trying to pull away, the unwanted sensations both too painful and too pleasant!

"Mmmnng! Phnnff ffnnnnf!"

He gave each dark gray nipple a tweak, making her stomp a foot from how intense even those brief pinches felt, then to her immense relief he resumed walking, a little more slowly. "You're doing better than I expected, you know," he said, and she blinked in confusion as she reluctantly followed his lead. "I wasn't sure how well the anthropomorphization spell would sync up your mind to your new body, and I was afraid you'd need to lean on me for balance the whole way home while you learned to walk. But you seem to have figured it out right away! Even without your arms for balance, though I bet your tail helps."

He glanced back at her, and she scowled, wrenching her arms against the ropes a few more times but succeeding only in making her breasts rock in their coils. The constant inescapable squeezing stimulation was starting to make her chest and hips feel far warmer than she wanted, no matter how furious she was! "Gmmmfff lmmff mm gmmm!"

The human acted like she hadn't made a sound, which somehow incensed her even more than saying [i]no.[/i] "Though your... very pleasing figure does make me wonder about why the spell was originally invented... Not that I'm complaining, of course! And perhaps I simply never realized just how sexy a dragoness you must be, so stout and strong and curvy too," he said, only deepening her consternation! "I'll have to do more research into the spell's history."

And she had to get out of this humiliating mess. Bad enough to be captured at all, but for her captor to keep looking at her like [i]that,[/i], to offer such unwanted compliments, to grope her and to so [i]objectify[/i] the features he'd given her in this form--and to make her so constantly aware of it too, using her breasts as a leash, making them ache so fiercely, making them stand out so prominently from her body and draw so much of his attention... Oposentra could feel her rage brewing hotter and hotter, and for a dragoness, anger meant violence! He'd better [i]hope[/i] these ropes held if she snapped, she thought with a snort.

Sean continued to chatter, something about some ancient wizard and how a second reading of their history might suggest something different about a certain relationship... She shook her head and blocked it out. So she couldn't cut the ropes, but could she untie them? Ordinarily such dexterity was beyond her, but she had fingers now. She had [i]thumbs![/i] For a moment she was distracted just wiggling her fingers and feeling their flexibility, pinching fingers and thumb together and marveling at how easy it felt. All she'd have to do was find a knot, then she could pull it loose and wiggle out of the ropes and make the wizard pay for this! Twisting her arms in their bonds, she tried to feel along her arms and back with her fingertips; when she felt only taut straight cords, she turned her head back over her shoulder, keeping steady with her tail and trying to look for a knot as they descended the trail into the trees. Except this short, stiff neck couldn't twist near as much as her long, graceful, proper neck, so she could hardly see anything over her shoulder, just part of one arm and the ropes pinning it to her back... If she pulled her arms back as far as the bondage let her she could see a bit more but still not as much as she wanted to--and definitely no knots!

Grumbling, she tried to go by feel instead, wincing when a momentary stumble sent another jolt through her abused chest. She pulled each arm and wrist and hand one way, then the other, testing her frustratingly limited range of motion and hardly able to budge her hands away from the small of her back, twisting her shoulders to try to get further but only able to turn her whole torso at once, the ropes too damned [i]tight[/i] to let her figure out anything clever to do. So she was back to rubbing her fingers along the coils in their small reach, trying to find the bundle of rope that'd signify a knot but not reaching anything at all, and far too aware that every step took her further from her home and closer to his! Now that the ground was a bit more level and he wasn't keeping her lead so taut she tried to imagine her true form again: her powerful limbs bursting free, her wings snapping out around her, towering over the human to roar and attack and make him pay for this...

The fury was there, but Oposentra didn't feel power, she didn't feel freedom, she just felt the constant aching grip of the rope on her boobs, on her arms, and the warm aroused tingle all through her torso that she couldn't seem to quench!

Untying the ropes wasn't going to work if she couldn't find a knot, and they felt way too tight for her to get out just by wriggling, as a couple attempts to pry on the coils nearest her elbows proved--either too tight, or held in place by something else she [i]couldn't[/i] reach. What about the gag, could she do anything about that? She leaned her snout down to the side, and twisted her body, and reached with her fingers, and once again she couldn't even get [i]close[/i] to doing anything! "Mmrrrgh. Mmnfff... Rrrmmm!" she huffed to herself in useless frustration, glaring at the ropes, only to freeze when she looked up and realized Sean was watching her search for a way free.

"Was I boring you?" he asked, accompanied by a little jerk on the leash that made the coils yet again tighten for a moment, drawing a pent-up groan of mounting frustration from how he could so [i]easily[/i] make her bust smart like that whenever he wanted! How did human females ever get into positions of power, if parts of their bodies were this easy to torment? "Because if you'd rather pay more attention to your enchanted bonds we can just talk about today, if you'd like. Maybe talk about how this was the best idea I ever had!" He lifted his arms toward the sky in his excitement, forcing her to hurry closer to avoid another yank on her tits. Damn these stupid vulnerable things and damn that he'd known from the start to target them! "Rewards and gratitude from King Boussar. A reliable source of magic to expand what I can do. [i]And[/i] a very eye-catching dragoness to hold captive! Mmm, I'll never tire of this view I think..."

Her snout burned when he stared and she didn't even have the option of hiding herself from him. Couldn't cover up what he was plainly staring at with her arms tied behind her back, couldn't turn away when he could just pull her around again with the leash, and of course she'd never had clothes in her life! "Rrrrmmmgh!" was her best attempt at a snarl around her ball gag, but she could only lash her tail and yank her arms back and forth instead of knocking him down and pinning him beneath a massive paw to roar in his smug little face... Ugh. Even now she was taller and heavier than him but she was still helpless!

"This is fun," he chuckled, and tugged the leash again to urge her forward, and this time the smarting pain and the mocking and the weakness was just too much. She had to do something, no matter how stuck she was, she couldn't take it anymore! Lunging forward, she threw herself bodily against his back, catching the human by surprise and knocking him off balance--then she turned and ran back up the trail towards her cave! She knew the leash had been knocked from his hand by her unexpected, restrained tackle when she made it five steps, then ten. All she had to do was get away. Get time, get space to figure something out without him marching her along and watching her and constantly humiliating her and interrupting her with that leash, maybe get something sharp from her hoard to cut these damned ropes off her!

"Hey-- Get back here!" he shouted, and she looked over her shoulder to see him running after her, robes flapping, but she certainly didn't stop! Her body knew how to run, even on two legs, and for a few moments her long stride and fit legs widened the gap between them; of course a dragon could outmatch a human in any physical contest! Panting, wincing from how her tender breasts bounced up and down with her strides, she felt a moment's hope of getting away from him and finding a way out before something latched around her ankles.

It was another rope. Looping itself into new coils, it yanked her feet together, tripped her, and brought her down in a heap; thankfully she still had sturdy dragon scales in [i]some[/i] places to armor her against the fall into the dirt--and thankfully she'd turned to land on her shoulder instead of her chest! Growling, she kicked her feet and tried to pull them apart, but it was too late: her ankles were tied together and the bonds wouldn't budge! "Mmmnn! Nnnmmg! Cmm-- Gmmf lmmfff mm [i]mmnnnfff!"[/i] the dragoness howled and kicked, only for him to push her onto her back and sit on her belly, legs straddling her.

"Would you be sensible?" he demanded, and when she snorted and tried some more to wrench free of the ropes he leaned forward and braced his hands against her shoulders, pinning them down. "You're stuck this way. If you did manage to run away you'd just get yourself into trouble, and you wouldn't have me to protect you!"

That he could think she needed him, a [i]human,[/i] to protect a powerful dragon like her only enraged her further. "Mmm cmmn ffrrmmphnnff mmphllff! Nmm phnnff-- Rrrrmg!" She bucked beneath him, trying to kick her feet and wiggle her arms where they were trapped between their weight and the ropes and the ground, but they [i]really[/i] weren't budging while she was stuck on her back!

"Just calm down and [i]think[/i] for a minute. What are you going to do? You're stuck at human size, you can't free yourself, you can't defend yourself," he chided, which held no sway whatsoever with her when all of that was [i]his[/i] fault and he could easily just let her go! She snarled up at him, panting, and he rolled his eyes, exasperated. "Really. What is your plan? These are enchanted, knotless ropes, meaning you can't untie them, you can't cut them, you can't burst them, the only way you get untied is if I tell them to release you. Were you going to just run back to your cave to chew on that gag and sulk?"

Oposentra was too worked up to let the gnawing doubt that she might actually be trapped in bondage get through her anger. "Nmll gmff mmff nf phfff... hlf ffnn mm hmm! Hnnf mmll phnn!" she growled back, baring her teeth and wishing they could bite him instead of having her jaws held apart by that stiff, unyielding gag!

He pressed against her shoulders again when she tried to squirm. "And what if someone came across you before you made it home, or snuck into your cave meaning to steal, and found you in such a defenseless position? They might easily decide to harm you, let alone take advantage of you, and as I think the effectiveness of these ropes proves, you aren't quite so well armored in this form," he reminded her, lifting a hand to slap one of her sore breasts.

It wasn't a [i]hard[/i] slap, but with how sensitive her boobs had grown it didn't have to be. Even then the pain itself hardly mattered: he'd [i]slapped[/i] her, in what was unfamiliar yet so plainly an intimate area, an area he'd manhandled and bound and ogled, and the humiliation of being molested by this human was just too much for her to put up with any longer! She came as close to a roar as the gag would let her, howling and thrashing on the ground, and though he leaned his weight on her again to hold her down she could still wield what he didn't have: her heavy tail, which she swung around and slammed against his side! Again she caught her captor by off guard, the first hit knocking him off balance and the second knocking him off of her entirely, and she immediately rolled in the other direction, thrashing, kicking her feet and shaking her shoulders and straining to get herself [i]out[/i] of those damned ropes. The many-wrapped coils remained tough and strict, but she bit down around her gag and didn't give up, furious and determined to break free and make him regret this!

She had a few moments to fight her bonds without interference, but then he recovered, and when she felt the cords that bound her ankles pulling on them to make her bend her legs she howled again in defiance. She could [i]not[/i] let herself be bound any tighter--but will alone couldn't prevent it, and once her heels met her rump the coil lashed itself to the web of cords that still bound her arms, holding them there so she couldn't even stand up!

"Give it up, Oposentra," Sean said, sounding more than a little aggravated by her continued resistance or by the whacks from her tail or both, but irritating him was the last thing on her mind. The problem was, she couldn't run anymore: she couldn't even wriggle into a kneel, and the ropes were still tightening! They forced her back to arch, kept her legs bent and impossible to get under her, took away more and more of her wiggle room to struggle, but the dragoness had borne enough: she [i]had[/i] to struggle, she had to fight and break free and satisfy her fury, she simply would not take no for an answer!

"Rrrmmgg! Mmmmff! Mmmnn! Mmm phll mmmf mmmmm, nnnngh!" she raged, yanking all her limbs in different directions, rolling and struggling and throwing everything she had against her bondage, and only growing more desperate as she strained and failed to break cords that felt hard as iron where they gripped her limbs. She [i]had[/i] to do something, she couldn't [i]take it[/i] anymore, she bellowed into the gag and thrashed in the ropes and writhed when she kept rolling onto her boobs and squishing them against the ground as she twisted and wriggled and fought, groaning from the feeling--especially when those sensitive nipples grazed the dirt! Her limbs were already starting to cramp but she didn't stop, couldn't stop, no matter how futile it had proved to be so far she'd simply had enough and she was going to put a stop to it! It was all her pride and power and fury against the ropes in a battle that she simply [i]had[/i] to win...

Except she was losing.

No matter how she bucked or thrashed or strained, the ropes refused to budge. She kicked and she closed and opened and twisted her legs and no matter what she did she couldn't straighten her limbs; she wriggled her shoulders and pulled her arms and her hands this way and that, she tried to pry against the taut coils with her fingers, but her arms couldn't budge; she couldn't reach the gag, she couldn't reach her breasts, thus both remained bound in such degrading fashion! She slammed her tail against the ground, her only free limb, but there was nothing she could [i]do[/i] with it to free herself, and she groaned and rolled over again and kept fighting. She couldn't give up, she couldn't be defeated... couldn't... But...

Even before she'd tired herself out Oposentra knew deep down that she'd lost; the dragoness just couldn't accept it. So she kept wrestling against the strict rope hogtie for as long as she could, growling and struggling and trying in vain to figure out a way free until her body was utterly spent and she could only slump down on her side, her muscles quivering in exhaustion, chest heaving, drool trailing from her jaws, limbs sore where the ropes compressed them and her poor tits aching worst of all, having been pressed into the ground over and over again while she fought! But now all she could do was lie there in the dirt and gasp for breath, groaning, as her defeat sank in...

The wizard crouched down over her, seeming to have regained his good humor; he must have had quite the show, watching her flop around on the path unable to free herself. "Are you done with your tantrum?"

Her snout flushed hot, all her rage twisting to shame now that her will was spent. She couldn't even really bring herself to growl, just huffing indignation around the ball gag at him as she lay there utterly helpless on the ground. Her limbs ached, her chest felt hot, even her cleft did, she realized in dismay and hoping fervently he either wouldn't be able to tell or wouldn't taunt her if he did realize--this felt so degrading already!

"Well hopefully that at least helped prove that you're my prisoner, and you can't change that." One of his hands lowered to her chest, and again she couldn't find the fire in her to growl at him; instead she quivered and made a muffled moan as his fingers trailed gently over her bust, circling one sensitive nipple with his fingertips. Worse still, it responded in a way she didn't even know it could, the nub stiffening so near his touch and making her breath catch. It only made her more desperate to do something to deny his control, to defy him and fight him and regain the power she was used to having over every situation, but even lying totally still she could feel the relentless grip of the ropes around her limbs, her aching exhaustion, how she was so powerless she couldn't even make him stop touching her like that...

He continued to caress the scales around her nipples for a minute or two, which remained stiff and tingling as if eager for attention. She groaned and she trembled and she told herself it was just this stupid body, not [i]her[/i] arousal, not that [i]she[/i] liked that almost-too-strong stimulation to her squeezed and aching boobs, or the feeling of being restrained and trapped and [i]weaker[/i] than him, and all the while she could feel how she yearned for a stronger, more direct touch until finally to her relief he paused and said, "do you think you're ready to get walking again? Or do you need some more time in that hogtie?"

Just the thought of all the miles they still had to walk made her moan, but as her struggling had made plain, she didn't have a choice! Worse still, this tight position felt still more exhausting just to lie in, even now that she'd stopped squirming, and the thought of just being able to loosen her back and straighten her legs out again made her long for that relief instantly... "Mmhmfff..." she moaned at him, so defeated she even gave him a pleading look for a few moments, and when he hesitated she couldn't stop herself from trying to ask more urgently, she needed to be untied! "Phllff!"

That seemed to really please him, and he gave her breast one last gentle pat before reaching for her ankles. He muttered some word she didn't recognize, and she [i]moaned[/i] when the rope loosened and released her legs from their bondage! She flopped onto her back, wincing as cramped muscles unwound themselves, and lay there to catch her breath some more.

"Here, I'll help you up." Sean knelt next to her and reached down, though instead of putting an arm beneath her shoulders as she might have expected, he grasped the rope harness on her chest instead, giving that a pull to help her into a seated position! She blushed again, looking down at her trussed-up breasts, then at him... He'd proved he'd won, she'd submitted, maybe he could untie [i]those[/i] now? Even her arms too? But no, he just said, "right, now to your feet," and let her gather her legs up before helping her to stand again and make sure she had her balance. Then he took up that tormenting, humiliating leash again, and even before he could pull on it she started moving with a soft moan--she'd felt more than enough of it squeezing and pulling on her chest! Though even without the extra pressure of him pulling forward the coils [i]still[/i] gave her such an aching and unrelenting squeeze...

"Cmm mmmnnn..." she huffed, giving her boobs a frustrated look. "Cmmfff hnm mmphnn phnnfs ffmm?"

He just gave her exactly the sort of tweak she had been trying to avoid, and chuckled when the additional constriction of her bust made her squeal. "Got to keep the newly captured dragoness on a leash. You've already tried to run off once!" he reminded her, then at last he continued down the trail.

Oposentra moaned in vexation at the pressure on her bound and aching tits, but there was nothing she could do to get them relief; all she could do was march after him. And march. And march.

Ordinarily a forest went quiet when a dragon was on the prowl; today, the birds sang and insects chirped and all the other creatures went about their business unperturbed by the man and the dragoness hiking along the trail. He was elated, having drawn her forward to walk very nearly beside him so he could more easily cast admiring glances at her figure; she was defeated but still indignant, flushed hot all through her snout and chest and belly as her defeat and humiliation and the sensation of the ropes all whirled together within. They couldn't properly [i]converse,[/i] not when any sound she made was stifled by the ball gag, and he seemed content to let long stretches of their walk to pass in silence as he led her along, broken only by her grunts and huffs of sensation and frustration from her sore, squeezed chest. She'd shimmy her shoulders and wiggle her arms trying without success to find [i]some[/i] way to get a little relief, her tits would sway in their ropes and her arms would remain trapped against her back and he would grin, maybe make some cheeky comment about her endowment that she could only respond to by grumbling and flexing her jaws and pushing her tongue against her gag, and on they would march, her frustration and arousal simmering...

The trail was empty, thank every god she'd ever heard of. If they'd come across a merchant, a local guard troop, even some lowly peasant and they had [i]seen[/i] her in this degrading position she might have combusted in shame! [i]His[/i] eyes hardly straying from her bust was bad enough... But the path up the mountain to her cave was little used, for (formerly) good reason, and to her immense relief they had it to themselves as she trudged on, and on, and afternoon turned to evening, and even she was looking forward to reaching his tower just in hope of a little rest and relief. Chain her up, lock her in a cell, she didn't care what she was in for as long as he just untied those damn boobs, the constant teasing pressure was driving her mad!

As they emerged from the trees and the path grew better used her steps dragged, fearing some witness to her capture, but of course the instant she lagged behind she paid for it with the slack vanishing from her leash and [i]another[/i] squeeze somewhere so horribly tender got her moving again in a hurry! "Don't worry, we're almost there," Sean said, gesturing towards the next bend in the road with his free hand. "Around that corner and home will be in sight! I suppose this was quite a walk for your first day on two legs, hm?"

The way he said [i]first[/i] made her moan; how the proud dragoness longed for this form to be very, very temporary! It felt so small, weak... [i]vulnerable...[/i] Though it also made her wonder just how the spell worked, how long it would keep her this way, or if it was indefinite until some sort of counterspell was used... All questions she couldn't ask while gagged! "Hhwf llmmg mmnphll mm cmm hmmfg mmmk?" she tried anyway, her tail twitching as a little more drool escaped from the corner of her parted jaws and started to dribble down her chin and neck. She tossed her head; she couldn't even reach up to wipe that off!

"The good news is, it doesn't seem to make any difference in your potential as a power source. Just from this afternoon together I can [i]feel[/i] how much of a mana charge I've picked up! It feels... good," he said, flexing his free hand and sounding almost awed. "I'm looking forward to seeing the sorts of spells I can use with your help!" He bounced on his toes for a couple of jubilant steps, forcing her to hurry after him until he calmed himself and slowed again, turning and grinning as he watched her chest bounce at that rushed pace. "To say nothing of the other benefits of having you around, of course," he said, and the way his eyes raking up and down her form made his meaning so plain only made her snout burn hotter! Still she could not cover herself, a fact he only rubbed in by rubbing one of those aching mounds yet again.

[i]"Mmmhnng...[/i] Phnnff mmff!" Oposentra fought the ropes again, briefly, just long enough to be forced to accept yet again that her arms and hands were totally immobilized and useless, her body defenseless against his attention... and how those sensations [i]felt...[/i] She struggled to suppress a shiver when he teased his fingers over a far too sensitive nipple that immediately hardened beneath his touch, and she pushed her thighs together for a moment--that desire this predicament was coaxing out of her was starting to become a [i]problem...[/i] He kept fondling her and she [i]did[/i] squirm, lashing her tail and stomping a paw and wriggling her arms and shoulders again, muscles straining and flexing in futility as the stimulation teased her and her inability to make him [i]stop[/i] somehow only made it feel stronger! When he tweaked one of her nipples more firmly she lifted her snout and whined from sensitivity and humiliation both, what if someone came down the road to [i]see[/i] him so casually taking advantage of the captured dragoness! Couldn't he stop dawdling and just get her inside? Before she got even more embarrassingly horny from this mess... "Llmmff gmmm! Mmmfff!"

He reluctantly stopped, and she sagged in relief, chest heaving. "You're right, you're right... It's getting dark, and the King is waiting to learn of my success! Come on, almost home now," he said, urging along a dragoness who was suddenly even more reluctant--the King? She was going to have to [i]see[/i] the human King... like [i]this?[/i] Just the thought of such shame made her moan, that someone who had always viewed her as a creature of such power would see her so degraded... She whined at Sean, shaking her head even as she followed along on her leash.

"Nmm-- nmm cmmff phll hhmf! Mmf lmfffh... nmmph mmfll mm cmmghf mmm bmmff! Phllmmfff..."

"What? I've got to show him I did what I said I'd do after all! And that I didn't get, you know, burned to a crisp or eaten or crushed or anything else you might have done if I hadn't gotten you changed and tied up." He gave the leash a yank to emphasize how thoroughly he'd won that battle, all but forcing an aching moan out of her, her fingers balling into fists from the feeling and distracting her from at least most of her fantasies of getting violent revenge on him. Instead far too much of her wanted to fantasize about being touched on her breasts some more and between her legs too...

The fact that she was imagining still being anthro--and still tied up--only made her blush worse.

"Ah, at last! Look, my tower awaits," he said, pointing at the building finally coming into view ahead of them. Calling it a [i]tower[/i] seemed to her perhaps more due to its width rather than height; if she'd been full size she could have lifted a wing up higher than its top, but it was round and narrow, making it appear taller to eyes that might not be used to getting very far off the ground. Either way, the sight of it made her moan in relief: enough of this forced march, of being dragged along by her boobs, of him staring at her seemingly every moment!

Rather than use a key, he opened the front door with a spell, and she slumped forward when she passed over the threshold, relieved to be indoors, away from potential prying eyes, now if he could just untie her-- "hhmm-- mmff! Hhmfff!" She hardly got a second to stand still while he shut the door and sealed it with another quick spell before he pulled her over to a staircase up to the second level! Yelping and groaning from the ropes, she reluctantly followed, as she was led from the ground floor's plush sitting room and all its books, through a cozy living and cooking space on the second, a hallway on the third, and then up to the top floor, his magician's lab! She padded into the room, looking around at the tables and bookcases full of all sorts of odds and ends and wondering what he had for her up here--some sort of magical shackles, a collar, anything that he could tie her in to take these cords off of her poor boobs already? Instead he led her across the lab until they both stood in front of--

She moaned and wrestled uselessly against her bonds, even deeper dread settling in her belly. It had to be a scrying mirror... He was about to show her to the King! "Nn-nnmmff, llmmfff, dmmfff--" she pleaded into her gag, he couldn't--!

The wizard cast a spell, and the polished silver went from showing a reflection of the two of them--him in his robes, her in her bondage--to showing a room opulent enough for her to wish she could hoard things from it. The King's chambers!

"Finally!" a voice rang through the mirror, from somewhere out of view, followed by rapid footsteps. "Did she--" said a voice, and then [i]he[/i] appeared before them, peering impatiently into the mirror only for the sight he found to silence him for a moment. [i]His[/i] eyes swept up and down as well when he found her looking back at him, and her snout flushed hot, uncertain if it would be even more humiliating to turn away and try to get the most intimate of her bare scales out of his sight... or if Sean would pull on the leash and force her turn back around, proving how under control she was--which would be even worse! Though the King was more reserved than Sean, a smile played at the corners of his own mouth. "So you succeeded after all."

"My King." Sean bowed, and when the dragoness didn't emulate him he heaved down on the rope until she had to! She groaned and her tail thumped on the floor, cheeks burning as she had to lower her head and bend forward in a deep bow that he made her hold for several seconds before straightening up and allowing her to do the same. "I've done what I told you I would, and captured the dragoness of the mountain. Her lands are now yours to claim."

"As I see [i]you[/i] have already claimed her body," he said, and she squirmed when his tone made it sound like he thought her bound form was quite valuable! To think she had to hear someone who had respected her and [i]feared[/i] her talk about her like this, while she stood there exposed to him, bound and gagged, unable to object... "Did she give you much trouble?"

Oposentra groaned softly behind the gag. What would feel even more degrading, just silently [i]listening[/i] to them talk about her like this, or trying to interject through the ball strapped in her jaws--and likely getting her tits yanked on again for her trouble, which would then demonstrate how such treatment [i]could[/i] shut her up as he'd already demonstrated it could compel her to follow! "A little," the human said, glancing at her, "but once I got her sealed in this form and tied up, there wasn't too much she could do. Was just a matter of [i]convincing[/i] her to follow me home." He held up the leash, then tugged on it a little to make it plain just how he'd done so, and she bit down hard around her gag at the deep tormenting ache. She would [i]not[/i] moan like she had on their march in front of the King, she wouldn't, no matter how stiff her nipples got...

"You'll have to bring her down to the castle, to present to the court. Show everyone how the dragon is no longer a threat."

The dragoness wanted to shake her head; just the [i]thought[/i] of so many human eyes seeing her defeated...

"Hmm. I might need to find some clothes for her first... Don't imagine the priests would be too happy if I delivered her to you like this, modesty and all that they're always preaching."

That wouldn't be [i]quite[/i] as bad, she thought--any port for her dignity in this humiliating storm--but then the King just smirked and said, "she wouldn't be the first lady made to walk the city naked, or the great hall for that matter. Probably the first to be leashed by her tits, though." She shuddered, her snout flushing still hotter--they wouldn't [i]dare[/i] degrade her so--but he just piled on! "Surprised to see they're so [i]substantial,[/i] considering her prior utter lack of endowment."

This could not be happening. She was not going to stand there and listen to King and Wizard gossip about the [i]boobs[/i] they'd given her, and tied up, and abused, and repeatedly leered at... "Phht mmph! Phnnff fffrrmmng mmmff phnnff ffnphnnd fffnngf! Gmmff nmmphnn mmm!" she protested into the gag, twisting and struggling against the ropes as the attempt to speak sent more drool down her chin towards her chest. Sean responded in kind, hauling on the breast bondage to try to bring her back in line, and though her bust [i]ached[/i] she didn't want to give in, to be humiliated further, to suffer through whatever trials they had in mind for her... She pulled back, arms wrestling against the taut coils, and he pulled forward, and she yowled from the heavy squeezing tension that she couldn't escape, couldn't make stop!

"Make her kneel," the King said. She shook her head and howled again but the wizard was relentless! He whipped his free arm down and a bolt appeared out of the air, latching onto the leash before dropping to the floor and burrowing into the wood; with that as a lever, he pulled, and pulled, and the constant intent downward pressure made her knees bend, and flex, and she shook her head and [i]tried[/i] to straighten up but the fact that resisting made her tender boobs ache so fiercely made it so difficult, and she wavered, her legs quivered... and she dropped down onto her knees, her face burning in shame.

"You're not a wild beast anymore," said the King as she lay on her knees quivering. "You're in my kingdom now. A subject, a [i]prisoner.[/i] Means when I say something, you do it, and be glad for the privilege. Do you understand me?"

Oposentra moaned, chest heaving from the effort she'd spent. She didn't want to, she was a [i]dragon,[/i] but her body was trapped and bound, she was helpless and humiliated and aroused and her chest was [i]throbbing[/i] against the ropes... and when she hesitated, they got pulled on [i]again![/i] She whimpered, and nodded at once, tension making her quiver all over.

"That's better. Sean, I think a few days in your care are in order before you bring her to the castle, so you can make sure she's tame first. Outbursts like that in front of the court will not do."

She could [i]hear[/i] how much he liked the sound of that. "I'll make certain of it, my King."

"Of course you will," he snorted. "Considering the prize you've brought home, I think this makes us even."

She moaned, unable to bring herself to lift her snout and meet the hungry gazes she could feel bearing down on her. Of course they would say that...

"No, no, this pretty prisoner is just a bonus. I still expect my reward for ridding the kingdom of the threat on its border."

There was a pause while the King mulled that over, but it was a short one--he must have thought whatever reward was in question more than worth it for removing her from the board. "Oh, if you must. I'll send a division up there to bring in that treasure trove of hers first thing tomorrow, before word spreads. Did anyone see you bring her back?"

"Not that I'm aware of."

"Good. As for you, dragon, I expect I'll be seeing you in person in a few days. [i]Maybe[/i] you can wear clothes for the trip, if your gaoler thinks you've learned enough good behavior to deserve the privilege."

There was a snap, and abruptly instead of the King's slippered feet Oposentra stared at a reflection of herself, kneeling and panting and still so securely bound and gagged, blushing, drooling, utterly defeated...

The leash went slack in his hand. "That went well! I think he was very impressed."

She still felt too cowed to rise from her kneel, but she looked up at him, trying to plead with him as she never had with anyone before. "Phhlllff! Nmm cmmnnff phnnmk mm ffrrr... Yhh hhhff phn llmmff mm gmm!"

"Aww, don't pout." He knelt down next to her, putting his free hand on her shoulder. "We'll have a good time! We can learn about magic... About your body..." She stiffened when his hand, predictably, slipped down and cupped one breast, and shivered at his touch, gentle as it was. "Just you and me! And the ropes, of course. Can't risk finding out what all that muscle would be capable of unrestrained."

She jerked her arms against her bondage, groaning when his fingers slid, and ever so gently kneaded her taut flesh, drawing the sorts of shivers out of her she'd never thought a human would ever cause! She writhed in embarrassment, in unwanted and undeniable arousal, hating this new discovery that being defeated, [i]humiliated,[/i] would so turn her on... The dragoness growled in denial, her body didn't listen, and she huffed and glared at him, testing the bindings once more. At least his hand had yet to wander somewhere still more intimate... though part of her infuriatingly seemed to long for it to!

"I've never had a prisoner of my own before! It'll be a fun new experience for both of us. At least, I [i]assume[/i] you've never been tied up or held captive before?" Finally he let go of her breast, banished that eyebolt with a wave of his hand, and straightened up, letting her do the same.

She slowly stood, still blushing with her tail twitching restlessly behind her, but she didn't realize he was waiting for a response until he prodded, "I mean, I can't imagine how someone else would have managed..."

Oposentra growled into her gag and yanked on the ropes impotently. "Mmfff cmmrrff nmmff!"

"Good to know! That said... well..." He looked away, seeming suddenly shy himself. As if [i]he[/i] had any reason for that, he wasn't the one trussed up on display! "You do seem to be... enjoying it, at least in a way."

Damn it. He [i]had[/i] noticed. Well, nothing left to do but snort and glare at him and stomp a foot, insisting, "mmm dnn nmmt!"

Somehow his dismissive, "if you say so," was even more provoking than trying to argue with her about it, between her pride doing its best to at least cling to [i]something[/i] and her residual arousal longing for contact! And she couldn't insist she [i]wasn't[/i] that horny if he didn't challenge her, which meant she was stuck just wriggling in her ropes and trying to resist the urge to push her thighs together again... "But it's been a long day," he continued instead, "and I'm sure you could use a little while to collect yourself, get used to the idea that you're my captive now. Let me show you to your cell."

She shuddered at the implication, but rather than drag her all the way down to some damp dark basement beneath the tower he only guided her down one level, into the hall, then through a door into what felt more like a recently un-decorated bedroom than a real prison cell. The wooden walls, floor, and rafters had a cozy, soft feel, the bed while bare of sheets and blankets looked large enough for her frame, and there was plenty of room to walk around too if she wanted... Well, not all prisons were cramped and dirty, and she [i]was[/i] no ordinary prisoner! He led her over to the bed and had her sit down on its edge, and she gave him a hopeful look. Now, [i]finally[/i] he was ready to untie her boobs, surely! He didn't need that leash on her anymore if she was locked in a room!

He dropped the lead, but instead of banishing that rope, he summoned another one! This coil wound its way around and around and between her thighs, pulling them together and binding them just above her knees; then it trailed down towards the floor and grabbed not just her ankles but the lower part of her tail as well and lashed all three limbs tight together, leaving her unable to move unless she wanted to hop. She wriggled her legs and twisted in the ropes and quivered, then tried that very out of practice pleading look again: surely she didn't need even [i]more[/i] restraint now that she was here in his tower...

He watched her quietly for a moment; Oposentra squirmed under his gaze, then shrugged her shoulders, then twisted them side to side, making her bust sway a little in bondage and blushing at this best, eye-catching way to try to draw attention to what she wanted. "Mmf llmmph mnphnn mmm mmnbs?"

Instead he took them in his hands, grasping, cupping, gently pressing his fingers into the taut flesh and making her moan, back arching from the near unbearably teasing sensation. He enjoyed his grip for a few moments, coaxing a couple more groans from her snout, then said, "you've learned a number of lessons today, but the most important one I need to drive into your head is that you're a prisoner, and prisoners don't get what they want." She shuddered, trying to resist the urge to twist her thighs together some more, cheeks flushed. Why did being powerless have this effect on her...

[i]"Maybe,[/i] if you're well behaved, you can have your tits untied later." When she moaned at him in protest he said, "need I remind you that you have tried to bite me and kick me, bludgeoned me with your tail, tried to run away, and thrown multiple tantrums up to and including growling and talking back to the King himself! That is [i]not[/i] good behavior for a prisoner."

She huffed back indignantly--of course she tried to escape being captured!--and he responded by pinching one of her nipples, the sudden way too sensitive squeeze making her squeal into the gag! Those damn vulnerable, sensitive, arousing... Her true form did not have such weaknesses!

He let go, and she sagged, groaning. "Are you going to behave?"

She should have just said yes--or, nodded yes and mumbled into the gag. The restraints were seemingly unbreakable, she was sealed in a weak and unfamiliar and far too vulnerable form, and she at least halfway wanted stimulation more than freedom. But she was still a [i]dragon,[/i] proud and fearsome and only driven to even more brash behaviors when challenged and when aroused! So instead she snorted and writhed and pulled her arms on the ropes and said, "mmm nmmf gmmng ffn gmmfff phrrnnmdr!"

"As you wish," he sighed, and gestured almost lazily at her body: the ropes sprang to life a moment later, a new cord extending from her ankles, tugging her legs up onto the bed, and then forcing her back into a hogtie, still tighter than the one she'd found herself in after trying to run away earlier in the day!

"Hhmm-- nmmmf! Cmm [i]mmnn--[/i] ffnnmm mff!" she protested still more loudly, trying to kick and arch and squirm, but the coils were irresistible, tightening and tightening no matter how she fought until she could hardly budge an inch--even her knees and her tail bound, this time, leaving her utterly immobilized!

"Satisfied?" he said. "Or do I need to keep going? A blindfold, maybe, or tie up even more sensitive places, or string you up so you dangle from the ceiling?"

The strict position made [i]everything[/i] feel tighter, the bonds on her arms, the gag wedged in her jaws, even the constriction of her boobs! She jerked, kicked, groaned in frustration, but if struggling had been useless before it seemed unimaginably futile now: just rolling over would be a trial, and that was even before she accounted for how such squirming would rub and compress her breasts against the bed! But she'd lit this defiant fire in herself, and she was all through her life accustomed to getting her way by fear or by violence or sheer intimidating presence, too used to her anger working in her favor to bring herself back under control. "Nnmm! Mmnphn mmm! Lmmff mm gmm!" she cried, the ball gag and the tightly arched pose limiting her volume. Enraged, desperate, she thrashed and she kicked and she bared her teeth around the gag, glaring at him and willing for her anger to unlock something, to find some hidden reserve of unstoppable strength, to restore her true self, to snap these horribly unbreakable ropes!

Nothing budged; Oposentra gathered herself and then tried even harder, wrenching her arms and her shoulders, kicking her feet and twisting her tail and clamping her jaws with effort. Come on-- come on-- come [i]on![/i] She wiggled her chest one way and then the other, forced to choose between limiting her arms' movements by leaning back or squishing her sensitive breasts against the mattress by leaning forward, neither of which helped to loosen the bonds on her limbs in the slightest... Had to keep trying. Had to find a way. Taking a couple rapid breaths to prepare herself and biting the gag still harder she squirmed herself onto her belly, moaning raggedly as she pressed her hard nipples into the rough material, boobs even more firmly squeezed between her and the mattress and the coils of tight rope--which despite her predicament prompted an involuntary, horny push of her hips against the mattress as well. But now at least she had plenty of room to try to flex her arms! Craning her head around, wiggling her ankles and toes, she strained to reach the wraps around her arms, the cords tying her ankles, and couldn't reach either. "Mmmmgh!"

Sean just stood back and watched with no reason to intervene in her struggles, confident the magical ropes would hold her, and all her efforts did nothing to shake his certainty. "Cmmm mmnn cmmn mmff lmmf mmm [i]gmm![/i] Rrrmmg!" She twisted to her side again, even as close to lying on her back as she could get, and nothing she did gained her even the slightest bit of slack. For a few moments she lay there halfway on her back panting hard through her nose, trying to get a little more breath back to try again and glaring furiously at her breasts where they leaned towards her snout against their ropes. Those needed to be untied most of all, but she couldn't reach!

At last he interrupted her: he reached out and pinched both nipples [i]hard![/i] She bellowed and bucked uselessly, which just prompted him to lift his fingers so she felt that painful strong pinch even harder; she tried to arch her back to relieve some of the pressure, but it only helped so much, and she yowled and balled up her hands and kicked uselessly, unable to make him let go!

"You have a lot to learn," he said, his tone severe--not enough to make her relent, just enough to make her growl again, muffled, at his challenge. "So you're going to stay in this hogtie for a while. All night, maybe, to see if you can get exhausted enough to cool off. Struggle to your heart's content if you [i]really[/i] want, but the ropes aren't going to break no matter what you do, and the more you fight, the more we're going to see just how tightly I can bind you, and just how vulnerable you are now that I've transformed you down to size." He [i]twisted[/i] her nipples for emphasis, and she howled from the horribly arousing pain!

He let go at last, and she sagged back against the bed, groaning as the pain receded to that ever-present powerful ache. "It's been a long day, and I need some food. I'll check on you later," he said, and then to her great indignation--and some pain--gave one of her boobs another slap! She growled at him again, chest heaving, but he only strode out into the hall and closed the door behind him.

"Mmmgg! Mmmffl gmmff hhnmf! Nnll phnn! Rrrrrgh!" she raged at the door, thumping and wriggling on the mattress as her nipples smarted and her fury and desire burned together and her bondage wouldn't let her release any of it. She'd make him pay for this-- She'd do-- something-- She couldn't do [i]anything![/i] She rolled to one side, then to the other, and the taut coils of rope followed her wherever she turned, always holding and squeezing and restraining her in that strict, arched tie... Winding up on her stomach again, she leaned her cheek against the mattress and twisted and bounced, trying to find... something... anything... and blushing, moaning in frustration when she started wondering if her body had urged her into this position so she could shove her aching breasts and burning hips against the bed in search of stimulation!

And since he'd even tied up her tail this time, that was all she [i]could[/i] do, an embarrassingly, blatantly horny motion that didn't even do anything to satisfy her, just rubbed in how brutally powerless she was... Powerless, exhausted, her rage caged and impotent, her body weakened and vulnerable and aching all over, a body she had utterly lost control over. Trapped in this form, trapped in bondage that took full and humiliating advantage of her new body's features, even totally unsupervised she couldn't find a way to get free, to somehow fight off the ropes or the gag, so utterly under his control that she couldn't even untie the taut, plump mounds whose bound ache had been driving her mad for hours!

The dragoness slumped against the bed, gasping, drooling, whole body trembling and spent. There was nothing she could do... she was stuck, she was helpless, she was so shamefully turned on by her predicament and all the sensations that had been forced on her. No escaping the bondage, no escaping this form, no escaping the steady throb of her tender, aching tits against the tightly wrapped coils... She moaned in miserably frustrated pent up arousal. No choice but to lie there, hogtied, powerless, longing for freedoms she had no power to gain and flushed hot and horny as she wondered just how far she might have to degrade herself to regain any sort of freedom...