Chapter 3 Uncensored.
Imported from SF2 with no description.
The darkness was cut by pain. Attempts to move were halted. Consciousness struggled to get a hold on something; the source of the pain, the inability to move, on what the hell was going on. There was only one clear thought: he was in deep deep trouble.
The task was…to work on Ximiao. He had reached the barn, left the ferals, changed, and entered the house. Entered the basement. Ximiao was hogtied and chained to the wall as he had left him…
…blood was dripping from his broken nose. His forehead throbbed…
Karma realized that he was dangling by the wrists, arms bound over his head. That’s why his neck and shoulders ache so much. Any attempt to bend his legs stirred a painful pressure around his ankles. His paws were bound to the floor. His body was pulled so taunt, all he could do was squirm…
He moaned in pain, straining to remember what led to this.
Ximiao was given some basic rules: do not speak unless instructed to; do not look your betters in the eyes; the ‘heel’ position…Minor affronts would be punished with three strikes of a crop. More serious acts of rebellion had more complex punishments. Good behavior was generously rewarded…
And then he was tacked up. A leather cuff around each wrist and ankle; three on his tail. A body harness that framed Ximiao’s strong chest, lithe hips and enticing sheath. Each strap was fixed with rings to facilitate restraining. And finally, a halter armed with a set of nooses to shut the dragon’s snout and strangle him in case a quick corrective was required.
Ximiao’s wrists were linked together at his back, and a hobble chain was used to restrain his legs and tail. Karma had held the reins and the leash in a firm grip. Only then had he dared to unchain the dragon from the wall…
He distinctly remembered his disappointment at how docile the dragon behaved. His treacherous sadistic soul had been hoping for an excuse to hurt Ximiao. He hungered to know what the hardened creature would look like scared, how he would sound like in anguish…
But Ximiao had shuffled along without protest. Not even the sight of the workbench, and all its handy straps, had stirred resistance…
…but it had. Karma remembered the jolt of fear, the gripping, disorientating burst of pain…
A sharp pull. Karma opened his eyes to find Ximiao on him. He had yanked off the pouch that protected his sheath and balls. As the dragon stepped back-bearing the biggest shit-eating grin Karma had ever seen- he noticed Ximiao had taken off all the slave gear, and only the obsidian collar remained in place. A grade 2 offense…
…quite irrelevant at the moment…
“..Xi-Ximiao..I wasn’t…”
Ximiao slapped him so hard the whole room seemed to flip over. For terrible seconds, it was a struggle not to puke. Karma strained to focus on the dragon’s soft voice to avoid fading out again.
“Do not speak if not told to. Disobey, you get punished.” Ximiao tried to mimic Karma’s mannerism and tone of voice. He wasn’t good at it. A guttural hiss accompanied his following words. “Bagual is not here to protect you now…How bad for you.”
The dragon leaned over and sniffed Karma’s sheath. The sight was surreal. How many times had he fantasized about shoving his hardened cock down Ximiao’s throat. To force that mocking snout of him into ‘something productive’. Maybe the dragon would do it, right then and there, on his own accord…
Ximiao threw a fearful glance at the door before darting out of Karma’s sight. He felt a surge of anger and barely halted the impulse to shout a command.
“Ximiao! Ximiao, I…I was not lying.” The cabinets with all the tools were back there. Judging by the noise, the dragon was going through them. “The Council ordered this..!”
Ximiao threw him a glare as he moved back into his camp of sight. Several tools were cradled against his chest. They were dumped to the ground: dildos, vibrators, gags, rings, harnesses…The cabinets had been sacked. It would take over an hour to clean and put everything back in place…
Ximiao began to explore the pile, a thick cock-gang and a long thin whip the first tools to be set aside.
The situation was dire…and exciting and arousing. Karma had always wondered how it felt like to be a slave. Bagual had humored him often, playing the role of ‘Master’ during their games, but he was awful at it, unable to inflict any real pain, and the few impositions he managed were applied gently, lovingly, with only Karma’s pleasure in mind…
But of course, a game would always fall short. A slave didn’t want to be where they were. There was no ‘safe-word’ to stop what a Master decided to do to them. There was no end to their servitude. No say even on the most basic of needs and wants.
This was the real thing. A chance that may never repeat itself. For two very different reasons…
A ‘magic-wand’ was picked from the pile. Back in the lab, the vibrator needed a power-generator to function. The dragons had changed it. When Ximiao pushed down on its velvety head, the tool began to buzz. Markings glowed alongside the handle; a tell-tale sign of the dragons’ magic.
“You see?” Karma ventured. “How else would I have that? Why else would it exist..?”
“A test.” Ximiao looked thoughtful as he continued to play with the vibrator. He quickly figured out how to change the intensity and patterns of the head's movements, and how to turn it off. It was then set aside, and another tool was picked. Thin and long, designed to apply powerful bursts of stimuli to specific spots. “I’ve been too nice to you. They want to see if I’m a dog-lover. If I’ll let you dominate me.”
…a sound theory. Wouldn’t be the first time they punished one of their own for daring to be friends with him. Poor Xizo still haunted his conscience…
“...just…just don’t do anything permanent, Ximiao. Because you’re wrong. And if you kill me…or mutilate me…, the Council will punish you far worse than anything I could even imagine…”
Ximiao threw him a sidelong glance but said nothing. Most of the tools have been thrown away, but a few had been set neatly aside: the cock-gag, the whip, and the two vibrators. Karma had to bite down on any criticism. The lack of imagination on the dragon’s part was disappointing.
At least it promised to be quite intense, judging by Ximiao’s feral grin as he sauntered to his back, whip in hand. His long tail danced behind him as he went. It too soon disappeared. Karma waited in tense silence, heart beating in his ears, dick peeking out of its protective pouch, tail wagging…
…his tail was wagging..!
Karma hollered as meat and bone were slashed through. His vision went white. When the haze buzzed away, he saw his beautiful tail twitching a few feet in front of him . The sight was surreal, but the lingering agony of its removal confirmed it was all too real.
“It is the last time you mock me, dog.” Ximiao snarled at his back.
Another wave of searing pain blazed across his back…and didn’t stop. The sound of his wails and the crack of the whip as it bit his flesh over and over again echoed over the buzzing in his ears. His body fought to move, and its inability to only heightened the primal terror drowning his thoughts.
As exhaustion began to take over, and numbness set in, part of his mind fought through the miasma. Karma thought of the many slaves he had ordered this onto. Of how Ximiao was yet another to be abused at his discretion. But the dragon had outsmarted and outmaneuvered him. A slave delivering punishment to the Master…
Karma groaned as his dick began to throb.
The lashing finally ended and Karma hung limply from his bindings. His fur was damp with sweat and blood, and his taut body shivered, exhausted. And over the pain, a tantalizing pressure on his balls and cock.
Ximiao’s rough paws grabbed onto Karma’s pecs with uncaring force, his tail wrapping tight around his legs. His feet climbed up to his waist. The additional weight was torture on the dog’s straining shoulders and wrists, but the cold touch of the dragon’s silky feathers against his back made Karma moan. Fortunately, the sound was too ambiguous for the untrained ear to catch the undertone of relief in it.
Ximiao grabbed Karma’s bruised nose and yanked his head back. His shriek of pain was snuffed by the massive dildo shoved into his mouth. The dog’s eyes filled with tears as his jaws were pulled apart to full capacity. The cock moved into his throat, coming to nest half way down.
For frightening seconds, Karma lost control. He choked and gagged, fighting against his bindings, mindless in his need to get the obstruction out. But the ropes held tight, and Ximiao strapped the gag firmly in place.
Lack of air appeased his frenzied instincts. Karma thought of Bagual’s hefty horse cock and all their loving sessions together . Moreover, he knew this gag; he had designed it. It had a hole alongside the phallus. By performing the throat movements of a well done oral, air would flow through it. Well behaved slaves were rewarded…
…he could have always forced himself to use it, but never did. It was uncomfortable and he hated it…Yet he had used it pitilessly on his test subjects quite often, for hours on end…
Karma’s vision was blurred by tears as he stared back at the dragon. Blood stained Ximiao’s snout. The blood of his mutilated tail…Done as carelessly as the numerous castrations performed at the lab…
…if Ximiao got offended by a wagging tail , his mounting erection may be taken even worse. Karma could feel his cock shrinking at the mere thought of it getting chomped right off.
He flinched as the dragon reached for his dick. A talon gently traced its underside. Up and down. Ximiao’s rough hand covered the tip, and began to massage it, before gliding down the whole shaft. Up and down. Karma’s dick throbbed as it began to harden.
As it did, Ximiao would stop rubbing every few seconds to circle-with two firm fingers- the tender tissue at the tip’s base. Soon, pre-cum was leaking out. The dragon would smear his hand carefully, rubbing the cock’s head, before sliding down the shaft again, up and down…
Breathing heavily through nose and gag, Karma wondered how Ximiao could be this good. Dragons were not allowed to experiment with their sexuality and masturbation was a punishable crime. The mere mention of it had them spooked. But Ximiao was an atypical dragon on that too. He would snoop on their intimate moments, and often asked questions; incidentally- with suspicious consistency- when civilized mammals deemed it inappropriate. This whole mess had started because he had stolen his book…
Ximiao stopped, wiped his hand on the dog’s fur, and picked up the magic-wand. It was promptly activated, and the buzzing head was used to trace Karma’s dick, moving from the tip all the way down to the base, pressing hard against his balls for a few moments, before going back up and lingering at the tip’s base.
The breath caught on Karma’s throat and he groaned around the gag. He could feel his shaft tightening up. For a disappointing moment, it felt like he would cum right then and there. The vibrator was pulled away just in time, and his dick was left alone. Long enough for the erection to slowly tingle half way down.
Then the bulbous head of the smaller vibrator was on it, lingering cruelly on the shot nerves of the tip’s base. It then went up and planted itself over the head’s tiny hole. Karma would have barked out, had he could. Instead, he stopped breathing, stiff as a board, eyes rolled back. Now, it was inevitable…
The vibrator was pulled away, and Karma groaned torturously. Faint pulsations, the feeling of wetness…but as he managed to look down, he saw his dick still painfully hard. Veiny and red, still leaking pre-cum in anticipation of an orgasm denied yet again.
Ximiao seized his balls. It was a soft grip, but Karma flinched violently anyway. Of all the things he was curious about, this was not one of them. He did not care to know what ball abuse felt like. Even though he had done that, extensively, on numerous slaves. They were simply such an integral part of the male anatomy, useful for pain and pleasure, and every possible combination of both…
But Ximiao was so gentle, rubbing them carefully. He would pull them down, but just enough to stir mild discomfort. His snout was so close to the tip of Karma’s dick. The trapped dog choked again, this time in an attempt to goad Ximiao into taking a lick, to drink some of that pre-cum, to put his cock deep into his throat, to use that long powerful dragon tongue for the next round of stimulation, all the way gently pulling and kneading his balls as he was.
…or better yet. He should leave him to cool off for a few minutes, and work his own barbed dragon dick into an erection. So he could fuck his ass right and proper. To cum inside of his rightfully owned bitch. Then, the dragon could decide if the right to get an orgasm had been earned.
Karma choked on a scream as the wand was shoved flat against his balls, buzzing as hard as it could go. The jolt of weakening pain mingled seamlessly with the built up tension on his shaft.
And then, the tension was released into an overwhelming wave of pleasure. All the pain, fears and worries seemed to fly out alongside his cum. In an odd way, he also felt more helpless than before. The mere thought of his balls and shaft, so very sensitive right now, dangling there at the mercy of that mean creature heightened the pleasure coursing through him, adding a tingling echo to each hard pulsation.
He was yanked out of his bliss by a punch to the gut. It seemed he passed out all together. The urgent need to breathe dragged him back to awareness. It took so much strain to take in the smallest silver of air. He was suffocating, and in so much pain. And passed the haze, the gentle steady pulsations coming from his cock and balls.
Ximiao was making noises. After a while, Karma could understand what he was saying. It seemed he had cum all over the dragon’s face, and he was furious about it.
“...I go now! If you are wrong, I will come back. I will take your pelt. I’ll eat your flesh until you die. I’ll tell all the mammals. They’ll know not to mess with me!!”
Karma wanted to protest. Ximiao was getting it all wrong…
The door was slammed so hard that half of the candles lighting the room blew out.
Finally alone, Karma began to weep. It just hurt so much. He needed so urgently for the obstruction on his throat and mouth to be gone. To lower his arms and relieve his wrists and shoulders from the unbearable pain. And he wanted to wipe out his spent dick, stuff it back into the leather pouch, and never take it out again.
…now he knew what the slaves experienced at the end of each session as they were left in their restraints-in whatever position or situation forced upon them that day- until the technicians were done with their reports, until the rest of the equipment was cleaned and set aside, until someone had the time to deal with them…
Time dragged by. Numbness and exhaustion appeased fear, anger and shame. Karma forgot all about bondage, science and unhealthy fantasies coming true. All he could think about was Bagual, the poor mammals in the village, even the dumb pups from the canid army. The Council of dragons had threatened war upon them if he failed this trial…And that…was exactly what he had just done.
Karma prayed to a god he didn’t believe in to please have mercy and grant him a second chance.