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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 31 - Heroes

_ This chapter is a good starting point if you are new to the series as it contains no spoilers. It does however contain kidnapping, violence, pain, torture and nonconsentual sex._

The five unicorn stallions walked surprisingly quietly as they made their way up the slope of the ravine. Their golden hooves were wrapped in cloth to silence their footsteps, so the only noise was the thudding pattern of their steps and heavy breathing.

"How much further to the slave camp?" asked Boll as he shifted the heavy pack on his back. Of all the unicorns he was the only one that didn't look tired, even though he carried a heavier load than all the rest. It felt like it had taken years to travel all the way to the border of the dragon lands, even with a unicorns great stamina. Luckily they had ridden for most of the way but once they got close to the dragon borders nobody would take them any further, especially not for the meager coin the three young stallions could scrape up.

Lewel grunted in annoyance, "Days and days, Boll. How many times do I have to tell you?" He led the herd, both figuratively and literally, picking his way up the hill as he carried out his plan to rescue the mares kidnapped by the dragon raids. He was impatient too. It had been over a moon since the raids that so devastated the group of unicorn villages the dragons had hit. No telling what those poor mares were going through. He wished they could move faster.

Heldt and Hethor both grinned at each other. The two brothers were walking side by side and had been bragging about how many mares they could do each after the fighting was over. "They'll be all over us, brother. They're going to jump into our arms the moment they see us." said Hethor.

"And we are going to jump into them right after!" said Heldt.

Korath said, "You two better keep it in your pants until we are back home. This is serious business! These dragons are no joke, and if we screw around..." he paused as the two giggled then continued as if not hearing them, "they are going to kill us all. We find the prisoners, get them out and get home. Just like we planned."

Lewel nodded, "He's right. We have to keep focused on the goal. Getting in, then getting out." He sighed as the brothers once more snickered. "Get a grip, assholes. When we get back we are going to be heroes! There will be riches and fame for the rest of our lives. So stay focused. This is our big shot. It will be easy. Those dumb dragons took so many captives they can't possibly keep track of them all. Once we reach the slave camp that escape slave told us about we just wait until a group is not being watched and we can bring them back. The dragons won't even know any are missing."

Korath clapped Lewel on the back, "Well said. Honor for all. Especially you. Your father will be proud."

Lewel smiled, imagining the look on his father's face when he came back with a small herd of mares, rescued from the clutches of those horrible dragons. He'll never be able to claim I'm worthless or useless again. I'll prove to him I'm just as big a stallion as he is. Bigger!

They finally crested the top of the ravine and groaned. An even larger one was all they could see.

"Do we have to climb that one too?" asked Boll. He was answered by groans and nods. "Damn."

"The scaly bastards live in mountains! Of course there will be climbing. We knew that, but the path we have to take will avoid the tall peaks, just big hills is all these things are." said Lewel. He shifted his sword on his belt, pushing it out of his way so he could start making his way to the next ridge. After a time he said, "We should make camp at the base there. Plenty of cover with all those trees and the cliffs beside it."

Korath nodded agreement, "Yes. Come on.. we can easily be settled in before nightfall."

It was an hour before they had finally set up camp. They were finally getting better at it, as none of them had had much experience camping before heading out on this trip.

Boll laid back and looked at the sky. "You think anyone noticed we are gone yet?"

Heldt said, "Of course. But they will think we all ran off to a nearby town to party."

Boll said, "I wish we were at a party right now. With lots of fillies."

Heldt said, "Go back if you want to. More mares for us to rescue and claim their rewards!"

Boll shook his head, "No.. I'd get lost anyway."

Lewel sighed and sat back against a tree, rubbing aching calf muscles. "I can't wait to get back home with the captives. Can you imagine what that will be like? I swear, there will be females fighting over us! I promise!"

...

Sethea was slammed onto her dragoness back with a grunt and struggled to shove the foot on her chest off of her. "No, they are mine!" She twisted, throwing the other dragoness off balance and rolled back to her feet, claws flashing as she hissed. "My scout found them, they are rightfully mine!"

Devalyn smacked the floor behind her with her tail, "It's my territory, anyone captured is my prize!"

The two dragonesses stared each other down, then slowly turned to see a third standing in the doorway. "Sir" the shouted and came to attention.

Their commanding officer, a black scaled dragoness shook her head at the two females. "You should have just cooperated and sold them for profit. Then I wouldn't have known until they had been captured. Now, I'll be taking them for myself."

Both dragonesses, a silver and a gold nodded grumpily. There was no arguing with a superior officer.

The black dragoness said, "However... as long as you don't permanently damage them, you can have your fun with the group when you capture them. No more than a few days mind you, I need you back here for an operation I have planned."

Sethea and Devalyn looked at each other and slowly nodded respectfully, and then agreed. "Thank you Sir.", they said in unison.

The officer said, "Now... all I overheard was that you found some stallions in our territory. Who are they, why are they here and where are they going?"

Sethea said, "Well, MY scout spotted them a day ago and got close enough to overhear them at camp one night. They are five young stallions, just come of age and they for some reason thought it would be a good idea to rescue a bunch of mares from us."

The black dragoness shook her head, "Just the five of them?"

Sethea said, "Yes Sir. They seem to have been friends for some time when one of them came up with this plan. They have some sort of map showing hidden paths through the mountains, and someone sold them the location of a nearby slave camp."

The dragoness said, "This map, it's one of the many we have planted giving the location of patrolled routes I assume?"

Sethea said, "It seems likely, they are following one of the known trojan paths. As for the slave camp location, from the directions that were overheard they will wind up in the middle of nowhere. They don't have any real information at all, nor do they know what they are doing. All untrained, except one who seemed to have some small amount of military training but quit or was discharged. I doubt any of them has ever been in a real fight. Pathetic. Just a bunch of city dwellers with no clue."

"Not at all a threat then" said the dragoness.

Devalyn broke in, "No, not at all... just a bunch of dumb young unicorns. Sethea's scout could have taken them all with ease."

"Carry on then. Bring them to my attention when you return, and no permanent damage. Otherwise.. feel free to amuse yourselves" said their commander. She grinned, she would have HER fun when they got here. No need to deny her subordinates their pleasure first.

...

Lewel held up a hand, "Shhh, I think I heard something." He stopped, along with the four other stallions as they all nervously looked around. It was bright daylight but there were in a heavily wooded area, the path curving through the trees.

"I don't hear nothing," said Boll.

Lewel listened, but the stood back up from his half crouch. "All right. Maybe just a deer."

Heldt said, "Or a doe... with big... shit!" He backed up, bumping into a tree and said, "Oh crap!"

Lewel looked and saw it, two shapes. Dragons. One gold, one silver. Damn! There were not supposed to be any on this path. He looked around but saw no more, "Ok... ok.. it's just two of them and five of us... we can take them."

"Sss... sure" said Heldt.

"We are here for the mares, we will not fail," said Korath as he pulled his sword smoothly from his scabbard. Not all of his training had gone to waste, he was a fairly good swordsmen, but the military was too focused on fighting and not enough on honor and serving the common good. Now he would truly be doing good, ridding the world of two dragon scum.

The rest of the stallions managed to get their swords out, if less smoothly than Korath did.

Korath said, "All at once.. NOW!" He charged forward, screaming, dipping his horn down. The swords were more for blocking other weapons, a unicorn's horn was far better than any mere blade. The dragon he aimed at seems stunned by his charge and wasn't moving. The fool! He aimed at the beasts heart and launched into the air with all his might.

Lewel came at the other dragon at a slower pace, and watched his friend launch himself at the dragon. His aim was perfect and Lewel felt pride and hope when suddenly the dragon threw himself to the side, grabbing Korath's head and spinning to drive the unicorns horn clean through the trunk of a large tree that was beside the dragon.

Korath unghed as his horn sliced into the tree like it was not there, the top of his head slamming into the trunk with nearly neck snapping force. The rest of his body hit the tree, his arms and legs flung forward to make it look like he was hugging it. Then his limbs fell limply at his side and he hung there, horn stuck as he saw nothing but swirling lights and sparks.

Boll roared, going after the dragon who had just hurt his friend, swinging his large sword in both hands at the evil creature. He grunted as the dragon lifted his own sword one-handed and blocked his blow. Boll's wrists ached from the force of the connecting swords and he pulled back for another swing. He was far too slow as the dragon's own sword flashed down and knocked the unicorns sword from his now numb hands. He made a fist anyway and slammed it as hard as he could into the dragons side, getting lucky and missing the metal armor and hitting flesh. He expected a grunt or a bellow, or maybe even a scream. But all he got was a giggle! Enraged by the laugh he tilted his head down, stabbing at the dragon with his sharp unicorn horn. He missed as the scaly thing moved to the side in a quick dodge. Before Boll could turn to follow the dragon's movements he felt himself being lifted up from the ground, a dragons fist having slammed into his stomach hard enough to knock him clean off his hooves. He landed on his ass, trying to inhale but nothing seemed to work. He looked up dumbly, mouth open as he tried to inhale, seeing a dragon foot snapping up at his face. It was the last he saw of the fight as he collapsed on his back, eyes closed and limp.

Lewel reached the second dragon as the first was dealing with Korath and Boll, the two best fighters they had. He glanced back at Heldt and Hethor to see them running in the other direction. "You cowards!" he screamed at them, then turned back to see the dragon he was attacking was now standing right in front of him. He tried to get his horn down to attack but it was grabbed by a dragon fist, his head yanked back until he was looking up into the sky, his throat bared. Panicking as he imagined teeth tearing into his pure white neck he clumsily swing his sword only to have it knocked from his grasp. "Help!" His shouts were cut off by a hand on his neck, cutting off his breath. He struggled and thrashed, beating on the dragon to no effect. He tried to stomp but a tail tangled his legs, and then there was no air, then no light, then nothing at all.

Korath groaned. His head pounded in pain, and the rest of him hurt almost as bad. He tried to scramble to his hooves but his head was stuck. He opened his eyes and saw the tree through still hazy vision. Planting his hands against the tree he shoved, but couldn't even budge it, the tree gripping his horn like a vice. He couldn't even look around with his head stuck. "Lewel...? Boll?" he called out, but nobody answered. Where were they? He got his hooves back under him and used all his strength to try and free himself, ignoring the pounding pain in his head.

Heldt and Hethor ran in a blind panic, "Shit! Shit!" Heldt said, "Which way? Where do we go? We have to get out of here!" He scrambled to a halt as a golden dragon appeared in the path ahead. "Back, back!" he cried. The two brothers turned, but there was another silver dragon blocking their way. How many were there?

The silver dragon spoke in a dangerous growl, "Surrender and you will be spared. Fight... and you will die."

Hethor moaned, "What do we do? We weren't supposed to run into any dragons here!" He stared at the silver scales on the arms and legs of the beast, the rest hidden by armor and the helm. His knees felt like they would give out at any moment and he didn't think he could run another step.

Heldt quaked in fear, and dropped his sword. He looked at his brother helplessly and he too dropped his. They stood as the dragons came closer and yelled when they were thrown to the ground, bound and hefted up like a sack of potatoes.

Korath heard noises behind him, "Lewel? Heldt?" He gasped as large hands grabbed his head. Dragon hands. He closed his eyes, waiting for death. He did his best, that was all he could do. He felt his arms and legs grabbed and locked in to metal cuffs, and yelled as his head was grabbed by both dragons and powerfully wrenched out of the tree, making his skull ache even more. He oofed as he was thrown to the ground with his other four companions. He saw they all were cuffed and shackled as he was. The two brothers were wide eyed and awake, Boll and Lewel were unconscious, but alive. He tested his bonds, solid steel. If he could get his horn into them however.

Heldt watched in sheer terror as the two dragons looked down at them. Then one began pulling out five strange metal tubes, closed off on one end. He cried out as the gold dragon grabbed his head to hold it in place as she poured some sort of sticky glue into the tube. He felt her screwing the cap on with a wrench, his head jerking as she yanked on the handle and torqued his horn, taking his head with it. Soon the other four were wearing similar caps. he shivered. Did this mean they were not going to be killed right away? He had though that even after surrendering they were likely dead.

Both Boll and Lewel were stirring, moaning as they slowly woke up. They panicked for a moment when they felt the bonds on their arms and legs, then froze seeing the two dragons. They were all too scared to say a word.

Sethea said, "Well, what do we have here? Invaders? Come to kill dragons or steal our gold?" She traced the golden scales on her arm with a talon, "You found gold, certainly." She then removed her dragon muzzle shaped helm, setting it aside as she unstrapped her heavy chest armor, revealing her very feminine breasts.

Boll blinked as the silver dragoness did the same. "We got beat up by a bunch of GIRLS?" he said.

Devalyn laughed and grinned toothily, "A bunch of girl DRAGONS, you foolish colt. She looked the tree with the large splintered hole in it. That trick really does work, doesn't it?"

Sethea chuckled and said, "I was told it did. Like getting your axe stuck in a log... too much pressure against the sides makes it impossible for the dumb horses to pull it out. I've always wanted to try that! Now come on, let's get them back to camp and then decide what to do with them."

The unicorns were all hauled up and marched off the path and into the woods. They stumbled and staggered, tripping over the chains on their ankles, sometimes falling and being roughly hauled back up.

Devalyn kicked a stallion as he tripped again. If you can't stay on your feet maybe you should crawl the rest of the way. Get up!" She grabbed him by his chin beard and yanked the stallion painfully nack to his feet.

Eventually they made their way into a clearing. Two tents had been erected and three feral war horses were tethered in the grassy opening. The animals looked up as they stood on four powerful legs, then went back to munching on the grass, long ago having lost their fear of seeing dragons or strangers and the two mounts recognizing their dragoness riders.

The two dragons led their captives to a line of trees. Sethea said, "This will do nicely I think." She hacked at the lower hanging branches with a small wood axe until the trees formed a makeshift line of posts. Perfect... just as they had planned. All five unicorns were taken to the trees, hands pulled high and the chains hung over the hacked off ends of various branches. Some were up on the tips of their hooves, others had to slouch a bit but they were all secured.

Sethea said, "Those hooves look pretty damn hard, get them secured too." She started with the two smaller unicorns, detaching the chain from their ankle cuffs and pulling their hooves back to the sides of the tree. She chained them together again, but with the chain running behind the tree so they couldn't kick, and were also forced to keep their legs apart and knees bent a bit... a very helpless position. She did the same with the big bull and saw the last two had been secured by her partner in a similar fashion.

Devalyn hissed, "Better make sure they have no concealed weapons." She and her squad mate used their sharp dragon claws to rip and tear at the unicorn's clothes, slicing through fabric and leather belts with ease, slowly revealing more of the pure white of their unicorn bodies and the gold of their manes.

Lewel cried out as he was first, seeing the claws coming at him, trying to squirm away from them and getting a slap in the muzzle for his efforts. "Ow!" he said, still squirming, trying to pull away from those terrible looking claws, afraid they would be ripping out his belly or throat or worse!

"Stand still or you WILL get clawed, stupid." said Devalyn as she expertly ripped and tore, soon leaving the stallion naked and shivering. She moved to the next, the largest one and smiled as he just whimpered and refused to meet her eyes as he was stripped down to nothing but his horse hair. Seeing that the other three were stripped she stepped back to admire them. "So.. what shall we do with these five? Slit their throats and be done with it?"

None of the unicorns liked that idea much at all, their faces all various forms of fear and terror. Except for one of them, he just stared straight ahead stoically.

Sethea said, "We should find out why they were here first. I'll torture the information out of one of them..." He looked slowly down the line, watching their expressions. Two of them in the middle cringed the most when she looked at them, their fear evident. She smirked, perfect. She picked one at random and was rewarded with a squeal of terror. "You.. what are all of your names, and why are you here?"

Heldt looked from side to side, hoping for help.. for anything. He cried out as the dragoness started moving toward him, "No! Don't hurt me! That.... one on the end there," He nodded at the unicorn. "He is Lewel. Then Boll, Korath.. I'm Heldt, that's my brother Hethor. Please... don't kill us!"

Sethea frowned and smacked the unicorn, then took him by the neck in a powerfully taloned hand. She leaned in and said, "You will call me Mistress when speaking to me, is that clear, BOY?"

Heldt nodded and shook, feeling the deadly talons at the side of his neck, the strong fingers pressing and squeezing.

"Now.. why are you here in our lands? To hunt dragons? To slay us in our sleep?" she asked.

Heldt shook his head, "No.. no.. we didn't want to kill anyone.. we were supposed to be in and out.. fast... sneaky... we just wanted the mares.. to rescue them... from the camp." He squealed at a sudden squeeze on his neck, panicking and then suddenly remembered and said, "Mistress! Mistress!"

Sethea smiled, "I see. Well... you won't be rescuing anyone now, will you?" She pretended to ponder and then said, "I say we bring them to where they wanted to go. We should take them to the slave camp and have them sold."

Heldt moaned at that. It was better than having his throat slit though, wasn't it?

The two dragons looked at each other and nodded, Sethea heading into a tent to rummage and return with five metal collars. With solid snaps and clicks they all locked onto the stallions necks, the metal cold and heavy, impossible to ignore.

Devalyn asked, "Which of you is the leader?" Silence. She let out a deep throated growl and one of them gulped, the one called Lewel, "I am..." he said. When Devalyn hissed and raised her paw he said, "Mistress..." with a pained expression. Devalyn walked up to him and looked the stallion over with cold dragoness eyes, hmmm... not bad. She smiled and ran her hands along his chest. "Have you ever wondered why males of all species are always stronger than females?" she said. She lifted an arm and flexed it, showing off her muscles. "Of course, I'm MUCH stronger than you, being a dragon... but a male of my kind would be stronger still."

Lewel trembled despite himself, looking at the muscled arm of the dragoness. She could probably rip him in half, and he shied away from the thought. He flinched as she ran her hands over his chest again.

"I suppose it's just nature's way... everyone can't be equal. But nature seems to like balance. You males got all these big muscles, but you also got THIS."

Lewel tried to climb the tree as a taloned hand lifted his balls. He was suddenly aware of how vulnerable and naked he was, even more than when she had been pawing his chest. He held his breath, legs trying to close but all he did was squeeze the tree with his thighs, pulling the chain tightly as he struggled to move his hooves.

Devalyn stepped in close, bending her knees and placing them against the stallion's thighs and forcing them to spread even wider. She curled her fingers around the stallions furry orbs, rolling the testicles against each other with her fingertips. "I just LOVE how males have this vulnerable spot... making all their muscles and power USELESS."

Lewel cried out in a strangled voice as the hand closed into a fist, pain shooting through his balls as they were squeezed hard. He squirmed but couldn't get his legs together to protect himself, his hands held high no matter how hard he pulled. "Ahhhhnnnnghhhh!"

Devalyn expertly tortured the poor stallion, trapping a testicle between her thumb and palm to squeeze it, seeing tears leak out of the stallions tightly closed eyes. She licked his mouth with a long tongue, hissing in pleasure. "It hurts.. does it?"

Lewel gasped and squirmed, his legs weak. He had been hit in the crotch before, usually by accident.. but not often and it had always been a quick blow. Not like this... the pressure continual and unrelenting, the pain unbearable. He nodded his head at the question, eyes opening to plead silently, tears streaming down the sides of his equine face as his strength drained from him and pain and weakness filled his body in its place.

Devalyn mrrrrred, relaxing her grip, then squeezing again, harder. She caressed the stallion's face, stroking his muzzle as she crooned, "I so wish I knew how it felt, boy... tell me... tell me how it hurts." She relaxed her hand then, but didn't move away, staying close, still keeping his balls cupped in her hand.

Lewel groaned and felt like someone had hit him down there with a tree. His entire being felt sick. He swallowed dryly and said... "It... it hurts...!"

"My title is MISTRESS, boy..." she said and gave him a quick squeeze in punishment.

"Owwww... ahhh... Mistress... it hurts, Mistress..." he said.

Devalyn hissed, "I know that, stupid colt... tell me HOW it hurts.. how it feels..."

Lewel struggled to think, terrified she would start hurting him again, "Muh... my balls hurt... like... just hurts.. crushed... and... my belly.. it hurts there... aches.."

She pressed a hand to his stomach, pushing and stroking... "Here, boy?"

Lewel nodded miserably, feeling the dull ache radiating up through his stomach, the taloned fingers exploring just making it worse.

Devalyn let go of the stallions balls and grabbed his chest, getting a grip on the muscle around one of his nipples, pinching skin and muzzle firmly as her other hand grabbed her own tit and squeezed hard until it hurt, "Like thisssss?" she hissed.

Lewel let out an ahhh as she pinched his nipple and skin and shook his head, "No... different.. dull... aches... mistress! Please!"

She let go of both breasts, disappointed. She shrugged and said, "It must hurt so terribly... I guess I'll just have to figure it out, by observing." With that she made a fist.

Lewel looked down and strained to shrink back, but couldn't move as the fist slammed up hard into his balls. He howled and slumped, then howled as he was hit again, and again. He thought the pain was bad before, but this was far worse, and wasn't stopping. He writhed in torment, helpless, begging silently for mercy that never came, his breath gone, only able to gasp weakly.

Off to the side, Sethea walked her golden body up to the biggest of the stallions, the one they called Boll. "Hello, pretty..." she said admiringly.

Boll turned his head from the terrible sight of Lewel getting tortured and looked with frightened eyes at the golden dragon before him. "Are you gonna eat me?" he asked, tugging at his bound wrists and wanting to cover his crotch.

Sethea put a hand over his muzzle and said, "Call me Mistress, boy." When he said nothing she added with a growl, "Now!"

"Mistress." said Boll, scared of the big dragoness. He wasn't used to anyone being bigger than him, or stronger, or meaner.

"You weren't here for our gold, were you?" she said.

Boll said, "No, ummm, Mistress. Just the mares... I wasn't told of no gold."

Sethea smiled, opening the front of her tunic to expose her full golden breasts, "You found some..."

Boll looked down wide eyed at the dragons tits. They were big, and he liked that.. bigger than a mares, that's for sure. He wasn't surprised the dragoness was coming on to him, that was normal because he was such a big stuff... mares always liked him. At least until he had sex with the small little mares... sometimes they even cried. Said he was too big. It wasn't his fault he was big but once was usually enough.

Sethea grinned at the big, and clearly dumb stallion. What he lacked in brains he made up in other areas. She reached down for his balls and stroked them.

Boll looked even more scared, "Ahhh...." he said, not sure if those teeth or the hand down there scared him more.

Sethea stroked and played with the heavy balls and said, "Oh.. I'm not going to hurt you.. not if you behave. You never wanted to be here, did you? They must have talked you into it."

"They said there would be mares..." he said and remembered belatedly, "Mistress."

"Yes.. and they just wanted you for your big strong body, to fight... but you're no warrior, are you?" she said.

"No... I'm not... miss." said Boll, hanging his head. He got beaten easily.. by girl dragons none the less.

Sethea smiled at a scream nearby as Devalyn continued to work over the poor stallion. She said, "Don't be scared... if you take care of me, I'll take care of you." Her hand slid to play with his sheath, rubbing and massaging it, feeling the stallions cock start to swell, emerging into her palm.

Boll groaned at the feel of the dragons hand on him. As a young stallion it didn't take much to get him excited. He stared at the dragoness hopefully. He didn't want that silver dragon anywhere near him.. she was mean! He watched as the dragoness lowered down and opened her mouth... oh no! He gasped in fear as she took his cock into her mouth and... he shuddered, the long dragon tongue curling around and around as tight, strong lips closed over the base. He never felt anything like it, and he got hard fast. He looked in amazement, she took it all with ease.. and wasn't even choking. He groaned as she licked and sucked on him, her golden scales shimmering in the light. Arching his back he cried out and came, hearing and feeling the dragoness swallowing. Then cool air brushed over his cock as she rose, sliding out of her closes to stand naked in front of him.

"Do you want to be a good boy?" she asked him, enjoying the taste of the unicorn's cum, looking down at the strange dick. It wasn't at all like a dragons. Soft, flat.. smooth. But not unpleasant at all, and at least it was decently sized.

Boll panted and nodded his head rapidly. If it meant her doing that again he sure did!

Sethea mrrred and said, "Call me Mistress... say... please fuck me, Mistress."

Boll licked his lips... it sounded weird.. to ask like that.. but he didn't want to make her mad. "Please fuck me mistress?" he asked.

Sethea purred and pressed against the stallion, reaching up to free his hands from the branch, unlocking his wrists. She whispered, "Now... don't try and run or free your friends. If you do.. my silver friend will eat your balls."

Boll whined and shook his head, "No Ma'am.. I don't want her to eat my balls..."

Sethea took the unicorn by his shoulders and spun around until she was leaning against the tree, easily maneuvering the unicorn. He may be big, but she was bigger. She hissed softly, "You know if you run or fight we can easily catch you.. and hurt you SO badly... don't you?"

Boll nodded with wide eyes. He knew all right... he'd just trip and fall and then they would be on him!

Sethea said, "Good... then fuck me, bitch... show me what you can do..." She took his hands and put them on her breasts, spreading her legs and hissing alluringly.

Boll gulped at the dangerous sounding hiss, but the tits were warm and he squeezed them, liking that they fit his hands so well. He shivered as the very end of the dragons tail curled around his member and he whimpered once, unsure, but it gently tilted and guided his cockhead to her pussy and he oohed in understanding. Bracing his hooves he pushed, pressing forward and ahhed as her hot flesh enveloped him. She was so tight... squeezing his cock even. He groaned as her pussy worked at his member and he pushed hard, ramming up into her. He paused, hoping he didn't hurt the dragon.. he didn't want her to eat him!

Sethea hissed, "Harder!" she said and grabbed his firm buttocks and pulled. She ahhed as the stallion shoved into her again and she hissed to him, "Pound me.. pound me as hard as you can..."

Boll didn't need any further encouragement and he did exactly as he was told, slamming the dragoness against the tree, pounding his cock hard and deep into her. She didn't cry.. she didn't beg him to stop and he hurrred and whinnied as he took her with everything he had, and she took him in return. It was the best sex he had ever had... his hands all over those huge tits. He squeaked as fangs and teeth pressed to his neck, but then continued as a tongue simply licked at his fur and she didn't do anything bad like rip his throat out.

Sethea grunted as she was slammed against the tree, hurrfing in pleasure... she murred at the soft feel of the furry neck. Not bad, for a horse boy... so exotic.. and soft... no dragon but damn.. better in many ways.

Korath watched with disgust as the big dumb stallion fucked the golden dragoness. He should be trying to escape, now while she is vulnerable and the other is busy with Lewel. Damn his stupid hide! No honor at all, none of them. Those two fucking brothers just ran, and Lewel was no good at all. He didn't dwell on his own failure. He looked over to see what was going on with Lewel, he was quiet. He saw the unicorn had been released from the tree, and was now curled up on the ground, whimpering and groaning softly. The dragoness was now looking right at him and he willed himself to be calm.

Devalyn murred as she left the unicorn to suffer on the ground, looking over the next one in line. Not as big as the brute Sethea was fucking, but decently sized. She grinned toothily at him, "What's the matter, nothing to say?"

Korath grunted and said, "Your evil has no power over me."

Devalyn smirked, "Oh? You are the one hanging from a tree, naked.. and I'm the one with the claws, and teeth."

Korath bared his at her, "You are evil, and I am good. A true knight does not fear..." He was cut off in mid sentence by a blow to his stomach. Whooof!

"Boring, pointless and dumb." said Devalyn. She held out her hand in front of his crotch, "Out with it.. let's see your cock, bitch."

Korath groaned from the punch, gasping. He shook his head, he wasn't going to be some sex toy like Boll.

The dragoness smirked, "Stubborn, hmmm?" She bent down, much like the golden dragoness had, getting a better look at the equine sheath. She spread the opening and fished with two taloned fingers, grabbing the head and pulling, stretching it out as she withdrew the flaccid member.

"Ahhhh... ow..." Korath said as the fingers pinched his cockhead tightly and pulled on it. He grunted as the base of his cock was grabbed and held tight so it couldn't escape back into its sheath. As frightened as he was, and even with the pain he struggled not to get aroused from being handled. He was still a stallion in his prime, hormones coursing through his blood. He gasped as the dragoness let go of the tip and closed her mouth over his cock. He felt her sucking, hard.. and somehow his cock started to swell with each strong suck until the feel of her tongue and the blood flowing into his member finally overcame his control and he shot up stiff and hard. He felt something cold and smooth slide down his cock to the base and looked down, seeing a ring around the base of his member. It felt like the ring was shrinking, but it was only his shaft getting bigger and making the ring fir tight.

Devalyn smiled, standing, "There... a good cock ring will keep you hard until I am done with you. All night.. for days if I desire it." She swung her hand, giving the cock and underhanded slap that sent it flying up to smack into his belly before bouncing back down.

Korath shuddered at the description of the cock rings use, then howled as his shaft burned from a painful slap, feeling the thud against his belly. "Ow!" he said.

Devalyn laughed and smacked it again, sending it slamming up to his belly, and as it bounced back she hit it a second time, the two slaps coming quick together.

Korath grunted at the blows, struggling in his bonds. Somehow, having an erection was leaking all the strength from him, his fear growing, his resistance seeming like a silly game. "Wait..." he said and ow ow owed as the dragoness began to slap his cock hard, over and over, bouncing it against his belly like it was some sort of game. And she was good at it. He grunted and thrashed, his cock getting sore, the underside burning from the punishing slaps. It went on and on, and when it finally stopped he found himself crying from the beating, his cock throbbing.

Using both hands the silver dragoness hit the side of the unicorns member, then the other, knocking it widely back and forth, then a final blow on the top to send it down between his legs before bobbing back up, purpled from the ring and the beatings.

Korath whined, the blows stretching and pulling at the base of his shaft that made it hurt in all sorts of new and unpleasant ways. He sucked in a breath as she held it, then gave the flat equine tip several smacks, her other hand gripping midway down his cock. He ground his teeth in pain, then yelled as she started to pinch, working her way from top to bottom. Aaaaaaargh!

Sethea enjoyed the continued sounds of torture as she urged the stallion riding her to go harder, deeper. "Squeeze them, boy! Hard!" she demanded, her hands moving to cover his, pushing them firmer to her breasts. She groaned her pleasure as he did, his fingers digging in almost with enough force to bruise, and as she urged, doing just that. She gasped and panted and writhed, and screamed out a roar as she came, legs coming up to wrap around the stallions waist, her back against the tree, pussy burning hot in orgasmic pleasure.

Boll cried out and came only moments later, the heat and sudden writing of the dragoness driving him over the edge for the second time in a row. He groaned and spurted deep, hips thrusting and moving against her golden body. He gasped.. shuddering and swallowed, his own voice hoarse from his cries.

Sethea nearly purrrrred and said, "Sit, boy."

Boll almost fell to the ground as he sat, still woozy from the sex. He looked at Korath, hearing the yells and winced, eyeing the silver dragoness fearfully.

Sethea said, "Be a good boy and I'll keep you safe... just sit and be good." He turned to the two brothers, smiling. "Oh... are YOU good boys too?"

The two stallions looked at each other in worry and Heldt said, "Uhh... yes mistress?"

She said, "Good... otherwise I'll rip off your balls. Now.. let's see what you have for your Mistress." She stood between them, using a hand each to stroke their sheaths. She smirked at the two stallions as they squirmed and slowly erected. She slid a cock ring onto each as they stiffened, mrrrring. "There... just like your friend, you are going to be hard until I decide you have had enough."

Heldt looked down at the tight ring and gulped, then at his brother and blushed. He wasn't sure to be embarrassed or scared.

Sethea reached up to pull Heldt's wrists off the branch, but left them cuffed, as his ankles. He wasn't going anywhere. She pulled him from the tree and easily tossed him to the ground. "On your back, slut!" she ordered.

Heldt crawled back a few steps and whined, getting onto his back, arms covering his chest, legs pulled up.

Sethea growled, "Spread eagle. Now!"

Heldt slowly spread his arms and legs, looking up in fear at the naked golden dragoness. He trembled, arms and legs twitching.

Sethea grabbed Hethor's arms and pulled him off the tree as well, pushing him in his brothers direction. "Get on your hands and knees, boy.." she said with a smack to his ass.

Hethor dropped down, doing as he was told, hoping if he just did what she said that maybe she would let them all go. He tensed as he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and led over to his brother. Moving when he was smacked and prodded he found himself on his hands and knees looking down at his brothers crotch and thick erection. His own hung down and he felt it brushing against his brothers face. He gulped.

Sethea knelt down beside the two trembling brothers and began to tie them up, one brothers hands to his other brothers legs. She made the stallion on his back grab his brothers ass and tied his arms firmly to the brothers thighs. She patted Hethor on the head, grabbing his horn in one hand, and his brothers cock in the other. She brought his nose to the tip of it and orders, "Open up and SUCK, whore."

Hethor tried to squirm, to turn his head and get the cock out of his face. "Gaaaah!" he said, and had his head shoved down the moment he opened his mouth, finding it filled with cock. "Mmmmmph!" He tried to pull his head up but the dragoness was too strong, and spitting the cock out was no use, it was already deep in his mouth.

Sethea ran a length of rope around the unicorns neck and under the hips of his brother, pulling it tight to trap his head in place. She scooted down and grinned at Hethor, "Your turn.. open up..."

Hethor whined, staring at the hanging cock above his face, and shook his head. He suddenly yelled, "Auuuugh!" as a tail gave his balls a slap, and a second later his mouth was full of stallion cock, ropes securing him as well. "Gack! Mmmmmmppht!" He struggled, closing his eyes and trying to think how to escape or get loose, but he was tied too tight. As he struggled he accidentally thrust his hips up, choking his brother who bit down in return. "Aaaarrrrgooooww!" he said.

Devalyn was continuing to play with her second toy. By now Korath's cock was a bruised shade of black and blue, with plenty of drops of blood here and there from pinches by sharp talons. She dropped her head and slurped at the cock, cleaning and licking it, enjoying the moans this got... not caring if they were noises of pain of pleasure. She stood and made a fist, watching the stallion try and escape. She slammed her fist into his stomach, aiming upward and knocked the breath from the equines nose in a loud whoosh. She mrrmed and hit him again, and again, pounding him hard and viciously until the poor unicorn could do nothing but struggle to get a breath. While he tried to recover she started to slap his face, knocking his muzzle back and forth, giving a quick punch to his nose, bloodying it.

Korath arged and oofhed at the beating, his face being sent hard from side to side, blood and spit flying. His nose exploded in pain, and it was all he could do to keep conscious, hardly able to breathe, his face throbbing and stinging in pain and his cock.. oh how his cock hurt. He sniffed and snuffled, finally able to get a breath in and coughing hard, his guts a mass of pain and agony.

Devalyn said, "Want some more, tough guy?"

Korath shook his head weakly... "Nooo..." he wheezed out, and seeing her pull back her fist said a quick, "Miiss... *cough* mistress.." He felt humiliated. He thought he WAS tough, but she had reduced him to begging in only minutes. All his fantasies of standing up to evil, all his desires turned out to be something this dragon could wipe away with a few blows.

The silver dragoness mrrred and poked at the abused cock with a talon tip, "Good. I have a treat for you then." Devalyn pulled the weak unicorn off his branch and yanked down, forcing him to his knees. He didn't resist. She pulled, half dragging him over to where the two large horses were tethered. The unicorn didn't seem to notice or care, too wrapped up in his own suffering. She led him near the horses and forced him to a kneel, using a short chain to bind his ankles and wrists behind his back. Several stakes were shoved into the ground to secure his ankles in place, trapping the short chain. She picked up a leather muzzle with a hinged metal contraption on the front and slid it over the unicorn's unresisting face, strapping it in and then pushing the metal bits into his mouth. It consisted of two bars on hinges that fit just behind the stallions top and bottom teeth.

Korath finally blinked back the haze of exhaustion and pain from his cock beating as he felt the metal clack against his teeth before slipping behind. "Whaaaghhhhh?" he said before the metal spreader device forced his jaw open. He gahhhhhed loudly, feeling his jaws forced wide and locked open. He panted loudly and only then noticed the feral stallion he was kneeling beside. "Uuuoooooogh?" he managed.

Devalyn took the reins of her warhorse and pulled him around and forward, maneuvering his large bulk so he stood over the captured unicorn, the capped tip of his horn just brushing the big warhorses belly. She patted the big beast and walked along his side, bending down in a crouch to cup her mount's heavy balls, the other already stroking it's swelling cock. Her ride was well trained and knew exactly what it meant to be led over a kneeling figure.

Korath huffed and turned away but a clawed hand cupped the underside of his jaw and forced his head back into line, centered under the warhorses belly. He cried out in an unintelligible voice as claws dug into the sides of his face, holding still in renewed fear. Eyes wide he saw the dragoness licking at the stallion's enormous cock, the thing rising up like a spear.. right at his open mouth! He began to struggle and squirm again, even with the painful grip under his jaw. Pain exploded in his crotch as the dragoness kicked him firmly in his as of yet, unharmed balls. He stopped resisting, unable to move as the agony spread through his body, temporarily hurting even more than his battered and tortured cock. Before he could begin to regain his breath his head was pulled forward and he suddenly had a mouthful of horse cock! He whimpered in humiliation and pain as the huge organ slid in deep. He didn't even like male anthro horses, let alone a feral! It was almost too much for him to bear, especially with his forced erection and throbbing balls making him feel even more pathetic and weak! He had found it hard to breath after the vicious kick and then the cock shoved into his mouth, but lost the ability completely as the warhorse leaned forward and the huge member was crammed down the unicorn's throat, choking him as spit and horse pre drooled out of his mouth.

Devalyn hissed, "That's it.. service my mount.... be his bitch.... he's been on patrol for a while, and is VERY needy. He needs a good mare cunt like your mouth to fuck." She moved to crouch behind the unicorn and hold his head in a firm grip, bracing herself against her victim so the warhorse could pump and fuck freely.

Korath glucked at the enormous horse shaft in his mouth and made choking, glubbing noises as the warhorse raped his muzzle. His eyes were wide, rolling back into his sockets from the terrible experience of it all. The feel of the smooth cock gliding over his tongue was awful.. and the dirty cock going down his throat was the most unpleasant thing he had ever felt. Every so often his head was pulled back to let him gasp for breath, then it was pushed back into position to take the cock again. It was during a struggled attempt to breathe when the warhorse came with a loud whinny overhead. He made choking, snorting sounds as cum poured from his mouth and spurted twin jets from his nose! He struggled hard against the dragonesses grip in a blind panic, drowning in horse cum! Then it was over, the horse pulling away and he coughed and hacked, covered in the terrible stuff and spitting it out, snorting the stuff from his nose. His head hung limply, broken and defeated.

Devalyn undid the chain and stakes holding Korath's ankles and feet down, then dragged him out from under the horse, standing and holding the unicorn up by his horn, the stallion's arms dangling weakly as he coughed and spat, not even trying to get his hooves under him to stand, too weak and crushed to manage. She dragged his limp body back to the tree, hauling him up once more to hang helplessly while she chained his ankles to the tree. She snorted, "What a mess, bitch" as she stood before him. Before leaving him she gave him a final indignity, kneeing him hard in the crotch.

Korath spit out bits of cum at the blow.. he thought being kicked had hurt but it was nothing compared to this. His legs tried to pull up and he hung painfully from his wrists, his balls screaming in pain. He briefly wondered how Lewel could have stood being hit over and over like he did, and worried he might find out. Thankfully the silver dragoness had left him and he slowly relaxed the frantic pulling on his legs, his belly and balls and cock all a mass of intermingled pain, and his mouth full of a foul taste he couldn't get rid of, his throat raw and hurting. None of it seemed to hurt as much as having his pride ripped out of him.. drowned in horse cum.

Leaving the broken stallion behind, Devalyn looked at the two brothers and mmmed, "Oh, thats good.. I wonder if this is how they are used to spending their nights?" She leaned down to one and patted his face, "Do you have lots of practice sucking off your brother, boy?" She watched him flush in shame, and curled her hand around his mouth, squeezing.. forcing him to bite down. The other brother yelled and struggled, crying out in muffled pain. She giggled, and then ooohed at what Sethea had brought out, "Oh yes!"

Heldt couldn't turn his head but his eyes saw what the dragonesses were doing and he mmmphed loudly, trying to say no, to beg, to plead. Anything! He watched helplessly as the silver dragon crouched down over his face, a large strap-on jutting from her crotch, the tip aiming right at his brothers ass. He had a front row view as the dragoness penetrated his brother without even a word of warning. He could feel his brother screaming around his cock and he thought, don't bite, don't bite! Then his own hips were held and lifted, knees bending as he arched up, scaly hands under his ass to hold it.. and pain as what must be an entire tree suddenly was invading his ass, ramming in deep.. oh hell how big is that thing! He groaned and struggled as he was raped, and was forced to watch it happen to his brother.

Hethor cried, chocking on cock, being slammed back and forth on his hands and knees, fucked by a dragoness. The motion causes him to fuck his brothers throat, he could feel his cock moving just as his own throat was rammed by his brothers motions. He choked and screamed, struggling helplessly, humiliated and shamed at what he was being forced to do, what was being done to him. It suddenly became so much worse as he felt his brothers cock throb and climax, cum filling his mouth! He shuddered at the humiliation, unable to even imagine what anyone back home would think if they saw this. He couldn't believe this was happening to him. He swallowed, hacking around the cock and saw spit, and what probably was not spit leaking from his lips and into his brothers crotch. Below that.. the terrible dildo was slamming into his brother and he closed his eyes, feeling every thrust of the one in his own. Suddenly, helplessly he felt his cock throb once.. twice.. and then he stiffened as he came.. unable to help himself, his shaft didn't care whose throat is was fucking. When his climax ebbed he just cried in shame and pain, his ass a ring of fire as he took the thrusting in near silent grunts and hurrfs.

When the two dragonesses were finished, both brothers were too exhausted, humiliated and beaten to do more than groan and twitch. They had both climaxed from the rough ass-raping rides they had given the two stallions and were panting in pleasure. "And this is just the first day..." said Sethea, unstrapping and rising to make her way back to Boll who had been doing his best not to watch or listen. He flinched when she reached him and she patted his shoulder, "See... that's what happens to bad boys. You still want to be good, don't you?"

Boll nodded, he really, really did.

Sethea smiled, "Well then... I think I need a massage after that. Then maybe a cunt licking. Then maybe another fucking. We can use my tent..." she said, enjoying the look of relief, and the signs of lust on the big bull. She mrrrrmed, too bad she couldn't keep this one. He was quite a looker, and with a little training, would make quite a willing sex slave. He didn't seem to mind that she wasn't a unicorn mare... and suspected he would fetch a high price on the market. She made sure to promise herself to remember to give his handlers at the slave market instructions to find him a good home. Maybe she would even get a bit of the bonus gold. In the meantime... she had a stallion to train.

Outside, Devalyn cracked her knuckles, looking at the two abused stallions. "All right boys... who needs a good nut-crushing?"

As it turned out, they both did.

Hours later both Korath and Lewel hung limply by their wrists, their bodies and balls abused beyond anything they could have imagined when the day started. Korath's cock was a mass of bruises and swelling noticeably. Lewel's cock had gotten off luckier, his balls had taken the brunt of the abuse, his cock only ached from the day long erection and a few token slaps.

Devalyn stretched and yawned, "My... I think my fingers are sore from all that squeezing and slapping." She slid her hand between Lewel's legs and bounced his battered nuts gently in her hand. Even this gentle touch was enough to make the stallion moan and whinny piteously. She growled in deep satisfaction. She examined the two stallions, making sure their bonds were secure, adding an extra chain around the tree to secure their collars. She smiled at Lewel and took his nipples in her claws and spent a few minutes giving him a good pinching and twisting, enjoying the fresh yells of pain. Satisfied they were secure she moved over to Korath and knelt down in front of him.

Korath moaned weakly, his cock throbbing from the pain of being beaten and abused all night. He whined as he saw her jaws open, a tongue licking at his furry sac. He twitched at the touch, wishing he could crawl into the tree behind him to escape the evil dragoness. He swallowed, tasting the horse cum still in his mouth, his face wet with the terrible stuff.

"Time for a snack..." she said, jaws opening wider.

Korath gasped and moaned, "Nooo.. please!" He stared at the sharp teeth on the silver dragoness, picturing her biting his equipment off in a single bite!

Devalyn turned her head, pressing her nose against the stallions inner thigh and dragged her teeth along the flesh. She bit down, fangs sinking into the surprised stallions leg as she sucked hard.. drinking a taste of the pure blood flowing from the open wound.

Korath screamed as he was bit, not expecting it. He howled in pain and from the terror of having a predator chomping down on him. He struggled in his bonds helplessly, feeling the dragon's tongue and lips pressed to his leg.

Devalyn groaned as she sipped at the blood flowing from the unicorns leg. It was delicious.. far better than any prey she had tasted before, and she had sampled many kinds of furry and animal in her days of patrol and going on slave raids. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the rare taste... jaws trembling.. wanting to rip out a big meaty chunk.

Korath cried, tears streaming down his face, sure she was going to just keep biting and biting until he was all gone! He shuddered as he felt her jaws slowly squeeze.. then release, pulling away from his leg. "Ahhhhh!" he said as the wound bled freely, staining his white fur. It wasn't long before the blood slowed and stopped. He gasped, panting.. seeing the bite wasn't too bad.. mostly teeth marks. It would be a few days before the wounds were completely gone, but would hurt for hours more.

Devalyn stood up, licking bloody teeth and said, "Enough for tonight.. you boys get some rest... we will play again in the morning." She left them, swishing her tail in pleasure. Tomorrow, there would be some serious spankings. She had just the paddle for their asses. But for now she had more toys. Sethea had taken a shine to the biggest of the stallions, which was just fine by Devalyn... the rest were HERS.

Korath hung his head down, his cock hurting more than he could bear, but he couldn't do anything, not even curl up around his wounded organ. His balls throbbed from the beating they had just taken. His leg ached from the bite. His stomach was bruised. His arms and legs were knotted with cramps. He wondered if anyone had ever suffered this bad before.

Lewel would have offered his experience as an affirmative had he known his friends thoughts. His cock had been less abused, but his balls... they were a mass of pain and swollen to almost double their normal size from the day long series of punches, slaps and squeezes. If he so much as twitched and nudged them he felt pain flowing through his belly. The dull ache radiated out and up into his chest, making his entire lower body feel like he had been put through a meat grinder. He was sorry he ever thought of this stupid trip... he wanted to wake up, wished it was all a dream, wanted to go back and smack the stupid idiot that had come up with this plan. He didn't take any comfort in knowing he would most likely get plenty of smacks tomorrow.

Devalyn smiled as she left the two abused stallions, making her way to the brothers. She knelt down by the two of them, their bodies still tied up. "Hi boys..." she said.

Both brothers didn't return the greeting, their mouths still stuffed full of each other's cocks. They did however snort and breathe faster in fear at the approach of what was clearly the meaner of the two dragons.

Hethor who was sore from his position on his hands and knees whined as the dragoness lifted his tail He remembered what happened the last time his tail had been hiked and didn't want to get raped again. He yelped, a muffled sound as he felt a hard dragoness hand smack his exposed buttocks. He whimpered as he was hit again, and again, the big dragon spanking him hard and brutally. He ouched as his brother bit down on his cock, and realized it was because he had been biting down as well. He forced himself to relax as the spankings continued, his ass heating bit by bit as the blows landed, the bruises multiplying.

Heldt lay on his back, watching the ass get pounded inches from his nose. He shuddered but couldn't move or escape, flinching every time that silver scaled hand swung past his face, trying to hide between the white furred thighs of his brother.

Devalyn finished up when she could see a nice red under the furry rump of the unicorns' ass she had been spanking. With a grin he used her claws and sliced the ropes holding the two unicorns together. "On your knees, bitches!" she commanded.

Hethor pulled his head up with a gasp of relief, his jaw sore, and sick from the taste and feel of a cock in his mouth. His brothers to make it even worse! He groaned as he felt his brother spit out his own, the cool air against his shaft making it feel vulnerable as it hung, then jutted up as he struggled to get into a kneeling position after hours of being motionless. He had cramps from hoof to shoulder it seemed.

The silver dragoness grabbed each stallion by the horn and dragged them into her tent. "Now.. you will serve me here tonight. Your other two friends are too busy recovering from a terrible accident. Seems a silver dragoness punched them in the crotch all day." She smirked as the two brothers went from scared to terrified. She stretched out on the floor, head tilted forward to watch her toys. "You..." she selected at random. "Get your nose down there and lick me until I cum..." she said, pointing at her crotch.

Hethor whined.. why did she have to pick him. He looked down at the silver scales and the pink slit, wet with desire. He gulped and hesitated. He regretted it immediately as her tail lifted and lashed out, striking him across the face in a painful and humiliating slap.

"One of us going to be eaten tonight, bitch" she warned.

He whined at the threat and crawled forward, lowering his head to sniff at the dragon pussy, then give it a careful lick. It tasted of sweat and dragon and he didn't care for it. He owed as a hand smacked his muzzle again and he licked again.

"No... you are doing it ALL wrong, bitch. Didn't you learn how to please a woman?" she said in a mocking tone. She sat up and took his head in her hands, pressing her lips to his. "Lick like this..." she said and demonstrated on his lips.. licking along both of them, flicking her tongue in, sucking.. gently nibbling.. showing the stallion how she wanted him to perform, then shoving his muzzle back into her crotch.

Hethor tried, not doing a very good job and got more smacks and name calling, then another demonstration and once more a downward shove. This went on several more times until he began to perform as expected. Even then he was often interrupted to be taught yet another technique he had to learn. By the time she finally was writhing and screaming under him his head was sore from all the slapping, and his lips hurt too.. that dragoness was rough no matter what she was doing! He shuddered and cringed as she roared, his mouth full of her taste as she leaked her female juices, nose and muzzle soaked and damp. It was better than tasting of cock he thought, then yelped as he was pulled away from the dragons wet crotch.

Devalyn grinned and motioned to the other, "Now it's your turn, boy...."

Heldt whimpered, his ass still raw and painful, but obeyed. His training went about the same, although he was quicker to obey after seeing how quick the dragoness was to hit when she was displeased. And she was displeased often. His muzzle was aching too when he finished and sat back, licking his lips, thinking while it wasn't like a mare, it wasn't terrible either. In another situation he might even enjoy himself, but there was no chance of that now.

The dragoness mrrred and then sat up and ordered, "Lay down on your backs. Next to each other, but space for me between.

Both stallions did as they were told, shivering even though inside the tent it was warm.

Devalyn went to work tying up the pair as she wished. She bound their ankles, then knees and thighs, after first pulling their balls up so they rested on the white thighs instead of hanging between them, leaving them in easy reach. Their hands were bound at their sides, tied with loops of rope around their waists, and then she turned their heads to face each other, a loop of rope around each muzzle to tie their mouths shut, then tied their muzzles together. She nodded to herself and placed a large pillow over their heads, and settled onto her back between the two of them, her tail snagging a nice heavy blanket to cover the three of them.

Heldt breathed hotly under the heavy pillow. His brothers nose was inches from his but he couldn't talk, the rope keeping his mouth tightly closed. He didn't like it under the pillow, it was hard to breathe and he kept getting blasts of air in his face when his brother snorted. He was even more annoyed because his brothers breath smelled like cock. He wondered what the dragoness was going to do next.. of it she was going to bed as he felt the covers slide over him. He winced, his jutting cock rubbed painfully by the heavy blanket.

Devalyn mrrred, comfy and snug between the two smaller stallions. She rested each arm on one of their bodies, and slid her hand down into their crotches to close each hand over a fresh pair of balls.

Hethor's eyes widened in the darkness under the pillow and squirmed. He had seen what the silver dragoness had done to his friends and he felt the pit of his stomach tighten in fear. He was justified in his fears as he felt the large scaly hand close tightly, letting out a yell of pain through clenched teeth. It was worse than he had imagined. He thought he knew what to expect, having taken a few blows in his life.. but it wasn't just a quick hit, it was a steady, unrelenting crushing grip. He struggled and squirmed but had nowhere to go. He thought he heard laughing and it only made the pain worse. He could hear his brother yelling in similar tones and together they whined and cried as cruel fingers played, toyed and tortured them throughout the night. The dragoness even squeezed in her sleep, and often woke just to give them another several minutes of pain and humiliation.

Before the evening was even well under way the unicorn brothers had a new, deep appreciation for the vulnerabilities of male anatomy. Their cocks were little better, having spent much of the day, and so far all of the night in a forced erection. Only their unicorn powers of healing kept them from suffering long term damage. But even that advantage was turned against them as their shafts never went numb from the over long erections, letting them feel every second of the forced stimulation.

...

Sethea's toy didn't last until morning, but he sure gave it his best. Sethea groaned.. her ass throbbing, her cunt pulsing as she sank down under the weight of her pet stallion who had finished giving her an amazing ass-fucking. He did everything she asked, which was not surprising as he was enjoying the experience as well. She kept him busy and was happy to learn that unicorn stamina was not exaggerated in the least.

Boll shivered and panted. He had little time to think since being taken into the dragonesses tent, which was good because when he did think it only scared him. He didn't like thinking about the other four unicorns and what might be happening to them. He was a little mad.. the dragon was right, they had only wanted him for his muscle. He didn't know it was going to be so dangerous. They promised it would be easy. That made it a little easier to put them out of his mind and concentrate on the pretty gold dragon. She loved it right and hard, and he was happy to oblige.. for once not having to hold back, and even having to TRY to be rough. She didn't complain when he put his weight on her, or fucked her to his hilt, or squeezed her tits or ass. He had to admit it was disturbing when they frenched, for she could slip her tongue down his throat, literally. But what things she could do with that tongue on other spots. He slid off her, gasping and shuddering.

Sethea mrrred, kissing the big stallion and then giving his rump a firm smack. "Good boy. Tomorrow I'll teach you all about how to eat me." she said. "Not many unicorns ever learn how to eat a dragon..." she said playfully, pulling the stallion down with her for some more rough play, then wrapping her arms and legs around him to use as a body pillow, claiming him for the night.

Boll let the dragoness have her way with him and closed his eyes, happy to escape into sleep and dreams and leave his troubled thoughts behind. Besides, he was tired from the long night of sex and play. Tomorrow would be another day, and he would face it when it came... and he was sure that he would certainly cum again as well.