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There was a soft squeaking sound every time that Sera squirmed, something that she was incentivised to do quite often. The first reason was that her fur was all mussed up, covered in a thick layer of latex that didn't let a single hair show. The rubber was the same black but far more glossy, polished and reflecting any light that hit the dragoness's body in smooth streaks. A silver zipper ran up her back but it had been locked right at the base of Sera's skull, with the hood locked right over it. There were some eye holes in the hood, but they were closed, acting as a blindfold. Even when they were removed, the hood had built-in blinders that removed practically all of her peripheral vision, leaving the dragoness's field of view extremely narrow.

The feeling of confinement brought on by the all-covering catsuit was quite severe, especially since there wasn't a single part of her that was free. The hood even had tubes that ran through Sera's nostrils all the way to her throat. The hood also had the efficient, and very effective, purpose of keeping the dragoness's jaws clamped rightly around an enormous cock gag. It was thick enough to strain Sera's jaws wide, and long enough that it reached down her throat, making the dragoness's throat bulge visibly around the girth, the curve of the latex making it all the more obvious to an onlooker. It was flexible enough to snake down and had a hole in it so that she could drink, when allowed. Currently the mouth zipper was closed and the end of the dildo sealed, leaving Sera to breathe just through her nose-tubes.

The first few minutes after the gag had been inserted had been spent pawing at her throat, trying to get used to the thick presence, but even that ability had been taken away from her quickly enough. Each of her paws had been forced into hoof-boots, boots that had locked on just like everything else. They nullified the dragoness's claws by forcing her to curl her paws into a ball, but the hoof-boots made it hard to so much as walk. They forced Sera to adopt a strained, difficult manner of walking too, forcing the dragoness to 'prance' instead of moving about normally. Even standing used some odd muscles, straining and tiring out her legs.

Further restricting her movement, tight hobbles linked each of the dragoness's four limbs. Sturdy cuffs had, yet again, been locked onto her legs and short chains linked all of them, keeping the steps that Sera could take short and halting. Between that and the hoof-boots, any movements that she wanted to make were difficult. But they were far, far from the only factors that made it hard for her to move. The next biggest, or perhaps biggest, one was her belly. One look at the dragoness and anyone's eyes would immediately be drawn to her belly, which was very round. One look and anyone would be able to tell that the black dragoness was very, very pregnant, enough so that her hinds were forced wider by the eggs inside her womb. A few hints of the orbs were visible through her hide, though the latex further blurred the outlines, the tight rubber squeezing her round belly tightly.

The heavy eggs were pressing in on the dragoness's hind-legs, spreading them and further making it harder to walk, not to mention the added burden of the extra weight. Even completely free, Sera's legs and paws would have been sore after a few minutes of standing and walking, but with the hobbles and hoof-boots, everything was exponentially harder. The added bondage didn't end with her paws either. A full tail-brace had been added to said limb, a complex web of straps that gripped the dragoness's tail from all directions. The brace forced it to curl over her back, the end of the straps attaching to a heavy-duty collar around Sera's throat to make sure that it stayed there.

Her raised tail had been taken advantage of, completing the set of uncomfortable additions that made it hard to walk. There was a zipper beneath the dragoness's tail, though it too was currently locked shut. Beneath it though, there was an added layer of security, namely a steel chastity belt. The metal was visible as an outline beneath the rubber covering her, snug against her fur and very tight. It completely covered her sex as well as her tailhole, secure enough that not even a claw could fit beneath it. Beneath it, Sera's sex was wired up, the belt connected to her pussy in all manner of high-tech ways.

The first was a clamp that had been attached to the dragoness's clit, something that had made her squeal when it had first been applied. It was capable of vibrating, tightening, and even giving the dragoness's sensitive nub electric shocks. There was a catheter built into the belt for long-term wear too, leading all the way to a little balloon in the dragoness's bladder, and of course it was able to give shocks as well. They were both paired with an enormous toy made of the same heavy steel. The base was attached the belt, making certain that it couldn't be removed unless the belt came off. It was enormous, feeling like a tree trunk spreading the dragoness, her walls aching around it, unable to get used to the intrusion. Textured bumps and ridges added to the feeling of being stuffed, designed to rake against the silky walls of her vent. The tip of the toy went all of the way to her cervix and beyond, penetrating into her womb. Channels running through the toy allowed liquids to be pumped right into her womb, which is how Seracen had been bred in an extreme form of artificial insemination. The fact that they toy was also blocking her cervix meant that laying the eggs she was carrying would be impossible, keeping the dragoness's womb tightly sealed, even as the eggs continued to grow.

That particular procedure had been facilitated in part by a potent heat drug, one that the dragoness was still administered regularly. The heat was maddeningly potent and even beneath the belt, the dragoness's pussy was swollen and wet. Heat should have been an impossibility considering the clutch of eggs filling her belly, but the drug worked wonders and made the chastity belt all the more infuriating.

The other toy, just above the first, was practically identical, if perhaps a little smaller. It kept the dragoness's tailhole spreading just as achingly wide, and had many of the same channels for long-term wear. It was also able to conduct electricity as a punishment, like everything else attached to the belt. Both toys were also able to vibrate powerfully, enough to make Sera's whole rump hum, as a punishment or a reward depending on the situation.

A leash was attached to the collar as well, a thick leather strap that wasn't likely to break any time soon. It led, taut, to a bar in front of the dragoness's muzzled snout. All four of Sera's mittened and hoof-booted paws were on a large treadmill, to which the bar was attached. It didn't have any visible controls or readouts; it was clear that it was meant for animals, or at least not run by the person on it. The surface beneath the hoof-boots wasn't normal either. Instead of being hard like most treadmills, it was slightly spongy, letting the faux-hoofs sink in a little. All that did was made it harder to walk, Sera having to focus much more on keeping her balance.

There was a muffled beeping from off to one side, the sound barely penetrating the layers of latex covering the black dragoness's ears. All at once, the surface beneath her booted paws began to move, rolling back and taking the dragoness with it. It was slow, but already speeding up. In the time that it took Sera to react, the leash connecting her collar to the bar tightened, the pressure setting off another sensor. Immediately, there was an electric shock, this one coming from the catheter and the clamp attached to the dragoness's clit. Sera gave a squeal past the gag, lurching forwards a couple of tottering steps forwards. The current turned off as soon as the pressure on the leash stopped, but she set it off again a moment later. This time the shock came from the toy stretching out her vent, electricity rippling from the base all the way to the end in a wave, making her muscles and cervix tighten involuntarily in the process.

The floor of the treadmill gradually sped up, Sera quickly starting to pant in deep breaths through her nostrils and the nose tubes to keep up. The pace wasn't actually that fast, but the hoof-boots made balancing and moving far more difficult than it should have been, to say nothing of the pregnancy and the weight of the eggs. The hobbles weren't a help either, forcing the dragoness to take tiny, mincing steps and still occasionally snapping taut, almost making Sera trip over herself. Whenever that happened and she lurched, more shocks sparked beneath her tail, the source unpredictable and varying each time. The more severe ones even came from multiple sources at once.

After a few minutes, the tilt of the treadmill began to increase as well, making the muscles in Seracen's legs burn with the effort. Still, while the incline was higher, the speed of the moving ground was still fairly slow, the shocks lessening and growing further apart as she got into a rhythm. Here and there, there were even brief bursts of vibration from some of the toys, as a reward for making it to some milestone of distance or form. When the again-random vibration happened to the clit-clamp, the dragoness stumbled with another squeal, something that immediately brought along another punishment shock.

Every time that there was a rewarding vibration, it was a struggle for Sera to keep up her pace in the hoof-boots, a punishing shock to the clit clamp, toys, or catheter made sure that the brief flash of pleasure vanished very quickly. After the first half a dozen times or so though, the latex-clad dragoness began to keep up her form and pace through the vibrations, so that the shocks didn't always follow the bursts of pleasure. The warmth from the heat was easily stoked by the vibrations even though they weren't very strong; the sensitivity in her sex was high enough to make her tremble all the same.

Just when she was getting into the hang of it, having gotten three buzzes in a row without any shocks, the speed of the treadmill began to gradually increase. It wasn't rapid or sudden, but the regular pace that Seracen was managing to keep wasn't enough. The shocks started up again as the dragoness put more tension onto the leash, her panting getting faster. The latex suit was feeling hotter and tighter than ever, and she was more conscious than ever of the thick, throat-filling gag that kept her breathing through the nose tubes. Each ragged breath didn't seem like enough, lungs and muscles burning.

The toys were getting harder and harder to ignore as well. Walking made them move about, even with the fur-tight chastity belt pushing them deep beneath the black dragoness's tail. The continual shifting, rubbing shapes made Sera want to pant for an entirely different reason, even as pangs of discomfort interrupted it from being overstretched. The toy penetrating her cervix especially made her give a muffled whimper that was swallowed by the gag, occasionally causing her womb to seize and clench around the eggs. Her tailhole wasn't fairing much better either, sore from taking the heavy steel toy, and then there were the nubs and ridges on both of them rubbing and pressing against one another.

Each one of the eggs was heavy on its own, but together the clutch was weighing the dragoness down, and that weight was becoming more apparent with every step. Already Seracen's muscles were burning, especially in her legs. Part of that was from the straining position that the hoof-boots imposed on her, but most of it was from the eggs, the way that they pressed on her hind-legs, forcing them apart, but also their mass. Under normal conditions, it would have been tiring and arduous to walk around with them stuck in her belly, but these were far from normal conditions for the dragoness. The feeling of them shifting, bumping against one another, just made it harder, Sera having to correct for the shifting weight from step to step.

In spite of her best efforts, Seracen's pace began to slip, tired muscles refusing to obey orders from a tired brain. The shocks started up again, the first one travelling from the base of the toy in her rump to the tip, making the muscles in her tailhole clench painfully. There was no audible yelp, the sound completely stymied by the gag in her throat, but she tried to make it all the same, lurching forwards for a few steps. Adrenaline let her keep the proper pace for another minute or two but she began to lag again, legs and paws burning. Stumbling brought another shock, this one to the dragoness's clit, still held tight in the clamp. She shuddered, hips bucking involuntarily which certainly didn't help with the prancing form she was supposed to be aiming for.

It happened again, this time to the toy stuffing her sex, making those already sore, stretched walls tighten for a few long seconds as electricity danced down the metal length. Another silent whimper sounded into the gag and she lurched forwards again, but this time was able to keep the right pace for even less time, barely lasting a minute before stumbling again. Her paws dragged along the floor, making her tail a few compensatory steps to try and keep up. The pain of the shocks was enough to get her adrenaline going, sending another small surge of energy that was enough for a few more steps. But the weight of those eggs and the tiredness in her limbs was impossible to ignore for long, and no amount of adrenaline was going to last.

After a few more shocks, Sera's legs failed completely, her yelp once again completely silenced. The dragoness's forelegs folded and her chest hit the ground, latex squeaking as it rubbed against itself. The sudden hard yank of the leash made the treadmill suddenly cease moving, the emergency stop kicking in so that it didn't drag Seracen off of the treadmill completely. But while the treadmill had stopped, the leash was still taut, and that meant the shocks were activated. Sera's squeal was stuck in her stuffed throat as the electricity suddenly attacked her clit, followed by the toy stretching out her cunt. Panting hard through the nose tube, she tried to stand, trying to get her paws under her. But if the eggs were hard to walk with, they were near impossible to stand up with. Usually, getting up was a multi-step process that required some careful navigation before she could heave the weight of the eggs up. With the hobble chains, hoof-boots, and her exhaustion, the difficulty trebled.

Somehow, she managed it, getting back to her feet with another whimper. The shocks stopped for a moment as the treadmill restarted, only for the dragoness's ass to get another shock as she immediately failed to meet the pace requirement. She took a few more staggering steps forward and then her clit was next, the clamp tightening and then delivering another punishing shock to the sensitive nub. Sera's legs folded again, causing the treadmill to stop once again. The electricity started at her cervix this time, causing her entire womb to tighten painfully, before randomly flitting between the toys and her clit, making sure to keep them random so that the black dragoness couldn't anticipate or steel herself for them.

This time she didn't have the strength to get back to her feet. The dragoness's legs flailed for a few moments as the shocks got stronger, but her sore, tired muscles weren't any match for the heavy clutch of eggs. She scrambled but it was no use and she gave up after a minute, whimpering into the gag and squeezing her eyes shut beneath the rubber hood. The shocks grew in intensity, trying to 'motivate' Seracen to start walking again, but it was no use; she was physically incapable of doing it. All she could do was try and bear it, suffering in silence thanks to the gag, the muscles in her cunt and rump clenching painfully hard whenever they were shocked. Her clit and the catheter weren't left out either, Sera jerking whenever her urethra or the sensitive nub was shocked.

It was impossible for Seracen to tell how long she was laying there, with the hood removing all of her senses. The only way to mark the passage of time was with the shocks and they made the seconds crawl by excruciatingly slowly. Even though she wasn't walking, it was hardly restful, the dragoness continually squirming as much as her bondage would allow. The soreness in her rump and sex got far more pronounced as she was forced to squeeze down on the toys repeatedly, endlessly.

Then, all of a sudden, the shocks vanished. There were a few seconds where it felt like they were continuing, phantom feelings making the dragoness clench and squeeze down uncomfortably on the toys, but those stopped once her exhausted nerves realised that there was no more electricity. The sudden vanishing of the punishment shocks meant that the black dragoness was finally able to relax, at least as much as she was able with the latex and the bondage. And while being achingly stretched by the toys, of course. Seracen's breathing was ragged through the nose tubes and she felt hotter than ever beneath the stifling layer of rubber, muscles in her legs trembling and aching.

The sound of her breathing was loud enough in the hood, which also covered her ears, that it was difficult or even impossible to hear anything outside. The dragoness's rapid heartbeat pounding through her skull didn't help either. Still, a few noises seemed to be filtering through, so quiet that she wasn't sure that she wasn't imagining it. It didn't seem all that important at that moment, considering everything else and her exhaustion. As the minutes passed, her panting got slower and her breathing more even. The silence, enforced by the thick hood, still pressed in firmly like a blanket all around, like the world was gone apart from the tiny sliver that was Seracen's circle of awareness.

The first real indication she had was some movements in the leash as it was untied from the treadmill, small tugs and pulls getting transferred to the collar so the dragoness could feel it. When the words finally came, they vibrated through the rubber, heavily muffled but just barely understandable, at least when Snow was speaking loudly. 'Time to move, slavedragoness,' he said, giving the leash a hard tug to encourage her. 'This isn't your pet bed, is it? Up, up!'

Having just so recently failed to do exactly that, Seracen let out a soft moan into the gag, which accordingly muffled it away to nothing immediately. Her muscles were aching and exhausted, especially the ones in her legs, but the dragoness was very aware that not obeying Snow wasn't a particularly good idea. So she tried again, the hobble-chains snapping taut a couple of times as the heavily-pregnant dragoness struggled to get her feet under her. Snow being right there was somewhat of a motivating factor though, so she gave a long groan before managed to heave the eggs, as well as the rest of herself, up. She teetered for a few seconds before stabilising, legs spread as far as the hobbles would allow to give herself as wide a stance as possible.

Another hard yank on the leash made the dragoness take a few tottering steps forwards, the eggs making her gait odd and rolling to try and deal with it. There was another few words from Snow, but she couldn't make them out; the thick rubber hood rendered them unintelligible. The pet bed was, at least, reasonably soft and comfortable, though she already knew that the suit, and especially the toys, wouldn't be removed. Her paws were already perpetually sore from being in the hoof-boots. Snow was impatiently tugging on the leash, since the small, mincing steps she was forced to take were hardly equal to his unencumbered strides.

The continued exhaustion wasn't helping things, the black dragoness's legs shaking and weak from all of the exercise on the treadmill. When her paw, trapped in the hoof-boot, detected a sudden change in texture on the floor, the ground becoming soft and cushioned, she felt a wave of relief. Finally, my bed, she thought tiredly, taking another step or two further. She didn't so much sit or lay down so much as fall, the dragoness's legs folding under her as she collapsed down onto the cushioned surface.

There was some contact to the top of her head, Sera feeling the touch through the thick hood as Snow patted her between the horns. 'There, there,' he said, Seracen having to strain to understand them. 'Get some rest. We'll get right back to the training in a few hours!'