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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 37 - The Duel

_ SPOILER WARNING : If you are new to the story, this chapter contains plot and character development spoilers for the over all story. This is an onging story, and this chapter assumes you know the story and characters._

Tamira and Dana were silent as they were led into the arena. It looked large and intimidating, with a good hundred dragons all seated in stands and chattering noisily. The only thing that made it less impressive was seeing the main arena as they flew in on the drake. That one must have seating for thousands of dragons. The whole arena they were in now, including the stands could have fit inside the inner ring of the larger one. The two unicorns glanced around as they slowly stepped into the ring, the noise dimming a bit as the spectators pointed and murmured. Rahmor gave their backs a push as they both slowed to take in the sight. "Keep moving slaves" he ordered.

Dana stumbled a bit and sped up, frightened at the noise and sheer number of dragons looking at her. She felt supremely naked, certain all their eyes were on her. Hungry, predator eyes. She shuddered and let out a whine-like whinny. She felt very exposed here, the arena itself a flat circle of dirt with a high wall around it. The doors they had come through being the only exit. There was nothing else except for a wooden post in the center. A female bunny was tied to it, her hands high over her head, forcing her to her toes. She was white with a few black patches here and there, the most notable being over her right eye. She was also naked and collared. So that was the slave Rahmor picked from the other dragon's stable. If Tamira won, the bunny would be Rahmor's property. If Tamira lost... no... she wouldn't lose. Dana knew she would not be going off with that other dragon. He was there too, grinning, no leering at her. And so was the bull that was to fight Tamira. She didn't like the looks of either of them.

Rahmor spoke as they walked across the open arena. "I picked her for you, Tamira" said the blue dragon.

Tamira cocked her head to look at the bunny, "For me, Master?"

Rahmor said, "She is like you, a lover of women. Jakat likes to gang-rape her with his other male slaves. If you win... she becomes mine. Since this is your first fight, I thought you could use a little extra encouragement."

Tamira looked at the bunny. She was scared and frightened and didn't look at all happy. Tamira was a 'lover of women' herself and was still adjusting to having to fuck her Master. She couldn't even imagine having to do that to a bunch of males, let alone all at once. It must be terrible. She grunted, knowing it was yet another means to manipulate her. It did no good to recognize the attempt, as it worked well. She wanted to rescue that bunny. Not as much as she wanted to keep Dana with her, but she felt more motivated and hated her Master for how well he could push her buttons.

Lilly hung from her wrists on the post, forced up onto her toes by the too short ropes her Master had used to bind her with. She saw the unicorn fighter looking at her and shivered. Just another slave for her Master to torment. She knew tonight would be another all night orgy. Her Master loved to celebrate any victory by watching one of his slaves get gang banged by all the males in his harem. She knew she would be tasting dog dick again. She hated the filthy things, and her Master knew it. She felt bad for the pretty unicorn. Master's champion bull was going to hurt her bad. She glanced at the dragon, dismissing them, then saw the prize. She was so pretty... and Lilly knew she would never, ever be allowed to touch her. Master didn't let her play with girls. He knew she liked them, so he forced her to have sex with males. She didn't want to think of that pretty unicorn getting molested by them too and she shut her eyes. She didn't want to watch the fight either. That dragon only had a girl unicorn to fight for him? No chance at all.

"I almost thought you were not going to show up, Rahmor" said Jakat with a sneer. "I see you picked your little pet warrior to fight my bull. Good. It means I get to fuck TWO of your unicorns when she loses."

Rahmor just gave a snort and took Dana to the post, pulling her hands over her head to tie her wrists to a ring on the other side of the post, opposite where the bunny was hung.

Jakat picked up lengths of rope off the ground and as he was the challenger, was allowed to bind both the slaves. He tied their ankles together first, each unicorns leg bound to the other, forcing them to straddle the post behind them. Next he wound rope around their chests to tightly secure them both, forcing their spines painfully against the post and making sure to get their breasts tied in an appealing manner. He mmmed as he worked on Dana, her tits much larger and needing more rope to secure and wrap. When he was finished the bulged nicely, displayed for all to see. He used the rope to gag and muzzle the pair, again winding a single length of rope around the pole and into the mouths of the two bound slaves, forcing their heads back against the post, the rope in the mouths pulling their cheeks and lips back as he tightened it. If one struggled, the other would feel it and suffer too. A few loops of rope around their muzzles forced them to bite down on the rope at the back of their mouths, finishing their gagging. He put the final touch on the arrangement, winding a rope around the pole at neck height, tightening it to choke the pair. "Killer, come look at my soon to be new fuck toy..." he said to the bull which was watching with interest.

Killer walked up beside his Master and looked over the unicorn with pleasure. She was delicate and curvy and one hell of a sexy mare. He knew what his Master wanted and put his hands on her breasts, squeezing roughly and making the bound unicorn moan. "I hear unicorns have great stamina... think she can last all night, my Master? I'll try and leave the warrior able to perform after I beat her so we can use her too." He gave the unicorns nipples a pair of cruel twisting pinches and then turned around to look at his opponent with a grin. She looked PISSED. Must have quite a temper on her if she was this mad from that little remark.

Tamara trembled, hands squeezed into fists as she saw Dana being abused, handled and talked about like she was some toy. She hardly heard the insult directed at herself. Those two will NOT have Dana as their plaything. If it wasn't for her Master's hand on her shoulder she would be over there right now putting that bull down.

Dana squirmed in the hopes, finding it hard to breath with the rope around her neck, unable to move with her legs and arms bound tight. She groaned into the rope, the sides of her lips pulled back in a grimace by the ropes tying her head to the pole, the rough rope scratching her tongue, all dry and tasting of dirt. She cried out in a moan of fear as the brown dragon leaned in close.

Jakat kissed Dana on her rope-bound lips and said, "See you soon, bitch." He strutted up to Rahmor and said, "I'm going to enjoy seeing you apologize for your insults when this is all over. If you lick my feet good enough, I might let you watch when I rape your warrior bitch. Maybe I'll teach her some new tricks."

Rahmor swished his tail and regarded the other dragon. Jakat had no eye for fighting or battle; his job was in dealing with supply lines and paperwork. An essential job of course, and one the other dragon did well, even if he was otherwise a waste of hide and claw. How this worm thought that a clerk could pick a better fighter than a trained warrior truly eluded him. Rahmor didn't fight on the front lines every day anymore, but he had done just that for much of his life. He had no fears that Tamira would lose. She might have to use her horn which would be a disappointment, but it was not HIS tongue that would be doing the licking shortly. He smirked at the other dragon and decided to offer Tamira a bit more carrot. He said, "You bull couldn't handle Tamira in bed, let alone the ring."

Jakat snorted, "You don't think so?"

Rahmor laughed, "She would rip his dick off before he could even point it in her direction."

Jakat pulled Killer from his fondling of Dana and said, "Think you could rape the bitch?"

The bull smirked and looked the naked unicorn warrior up and down, "I'll WRECK the little whore."

Tamira looked back at the bull coldly. She knew what her Master was doing... egging the bull on to make him more careless. It didn't take much thought to understand he was making him a better target for her aggression too. Yet more manipulation, but like everything Rahmor did she was beginning to see, it was based in truth. He was playing the bull, getting him to piss her off... but that bull DID want to rape her. He really WAS a big of an asshole as he seemed. Rahmor wasn't tricking her into getting riled up at some helpless furry... this guy was a true piece of work.

Rahmor said, "Your bull-toy is weak, Jakat. I heard he was begging to be let out of the slave pens when he first arrived."

The bull was too well trained to respond to a dragon's taunts, regardless what his own Master thought. He didn't glare or speak out, but he did snort. Loudly.

Jakat said, "He did not beg! He simply knew he was not meant to be a simple slave, and asked to fight in the arena instead. I picked him up when I saw how good he was. I did not pick a WEAK slave for my champion, unlike some dragons who pick girls to fight their battles."

Tamira managed not to roll her eyes. She had not seen a lot of dragons, but she knew they were much like furries in that some were smart and clever, and others were just idiots. Like those "warriors" she killed in the dragon raids before a real fighter took her down. She blanked that out of her mind, not wanting to think about a defeat right now. She had a job to do, and that was to kick this bulls ass and get Dana back. Getting the bunny away from that dragon would just be a bonus.

Rahmor said, "Oh by the way... no clothing is allowed but for a slave collar, so this must go." He grabbed Tamira by her head, his other hand closing around the cap on her horn and wrenched it off with an effort. It had been put on tight so it could not fall of by accident, but was removed with only moderate effort by the blue dragon. He pulled off the cap and revealed her sharply pointed tip.

Jakat narrowed his eyes at the tip. All the unicorn slaves had been de-tipped before they even were brought to the capital for auction. How did this one keep hers? He had thought the cap was decorative.

Rahmor tossed the metal cap from hand to hand and said, "To answer the question I can see in your expression, this one came direct from battle to me. She never went through general slave processing."

Jakat said forcefully, "You can't take that cap off her. This is single, unarmed combat! That's an unfair advantage. It's a weapon!"

Rahmor said, "Oh? She only has one horn, your bull has two... and they look sharpened to me."

The bull eyed the unicorn's horn warily. Unicorn horns were notorious for their sharpness and strength. Not all the stories could possibly be true... but there was no doubt that those horns were deadly. He would have to make sure she didn't get him with it. It's length and position would make it hard to use in close combat, not like HIS forward facing horns. A hand around the base should be enough to keep it from striking him. "I can take her, Master..." he said confidently.

Jakat looked at his bull and said, "I want him to have a weapon, or the cap goes back on."

Rahmor said, "Be serious. Can I put THREE unicorns her size in the ring to make up for him being so much bigger? Take her as it is, or appeal to the judges."

Jakat frowned, glancing at the five judges sitting in the front row. It was always risky to do that. They were not bound by any legal code and could decide either way, or even assign additional penalties if they thought a problem should not have been brought to them in the first place. "No... fine. Stop stalling and let's do this."

Rahmor nodded, "Do as the judges say, slave." He walked side by side with Jakat as they approached the judges, then hauled themselves up the wall and into the seats on either side of them.

Tamira watched, a bit impressed. She would have needed a running start and a hell of a jump to manage that, and even that other dragon pulled himself up with one hand. Show offs.

Jakat settled into his seat and looked at all the dragons in the crowd. It wasn't a full house, as the stakes were so low. Just a slave at risk and two dragons having an argument. He loved having his duels fought here in one of the historic arenas. Duels could be done anywhere, the legal customs didn't require any special location, or even judges, but having them gave such an impressive feel to it. It did require renting the place, but he had enough to cover it. He looked around, seeing that slave girls, and boys were walking among the spectators offering sexual services for coin. He smirked at a dragon a few rows down getting a blowjob by a kneeling doe. He must has just finished as she was licking up some spilled cum, then opened her mouth. The dragon placed a small coin onto her tongue and she swallowed it. He chuckled, whoever owned these slaves was a sadistic bastard, making them take payment that way. He approved. Maybe he would 'pay' that so called warrior bitch with a belly full of coins she could give to her Master when she got back.

The dragon in the middle of the row of judges said, "This feud between you two will be settled by one on one slave combat. When three of us have decided a slave is no longer capable of fighting a winner will be declared. Until then the fight will continue and will not be stopped for any reason."

Tamira turned to face the bull, eying him up and down, readying for the fight. Rahmor explained the few rules to ritual slave combat. There were not many. Attempts to leave the arena would forfeit the match, and the slaves life. Any style of combat was allowed. Even killing was allowed, although it was considered poor taste. There was no surrender. Any attempt to surrender or even stop could cause to you be ruled the loser. That meant she had to keep fighting, even if her opponent was begging for her to stop. Only the dragons could end this. She made a fist. This bull was not going to be sticking his dick in ANY of the girls here. Ever.

Killer watched the unicorn and flexed his muscles. She was small, so would probably be fast. But so was he. And he could take a punch, or several. One good hit would drop her, unicorn or not. He kept his focus on her as he watched the judges out of the corner of his eye. His Master promised him he could do anything he wanted to the warrior if he won, as well as extra sex privileges for months. If he lost... well... there would be dire punishments. But he would NOT lose. Sending a mare after a bull? Dragons were one thing, those females were fucking hard assed. But mares? Please. He leered at the unicorn mare, anticipating what was to come.

The two fighters faced off, both naked but for their slave collars and cloth loinskins that hid little but held the bulls privates in place. For the first time since her capture, Tamira no longer wore wrist and ankle cuffs. They had been removed before her trip to the stadium and she rubbed at a wrist unconsciously as she waited for the signal to begin.

Rahmor sat back in his chair, surveying the scene. He felt a thrill of pleasure at seeing the warrior unicorn standing in the arena, all her skills and muscles and fierceness harnessed to fight for HIM. He glanced at Jakat with amusement. He couldn't have picked a better dragon for Tamira's first fight if he tried. It had only taken a few comments here, a nudge there to get him to perform almost as if he was reading from a script. Now it was up to Tamira. He had seen her fight, watched her move during her captivity and enslavement. Heard of her capture from the surviving dragons. She could take the bull, easily. Would she manage to do it without having to run him through? That will be very interesting to find out.

The middle judge stood, looking from dragon to dragon, "Are you both satisfied? Do you agree to settle this here and now and determine the dominant dragon?"

Rahmor said, "I agree."

Jakat nodded, "As do I."

The judge said, "Very well. Champions! Begin!"

Killer smirked at the unicorn and began a sideways movement, circling her and inching closer. He remembered her look after his former insult and decided to get her as mad as he could. An angry opponent is a careless opponent. "How many cocks do you think you can take up your ass before you start to beg for mercy? If it's mine... I bet only one..." he said and grabbed himself with a leer.

Tamira snorted at the teasing tone of the bull. She was going to drop him like a tree, especially after he put his hands all over Dana. It was one thing for her Master to do it. She knew there was nothing she could do to stop him, as upset as it made her. But she could very well stop that bull from ever putting a FINGER on Dana again! She lunged forward, pulling back a fist.

Dana watched the two furries go after each other. She mmmphed as Tamira charged forward, watching the unicorn run at the much larger bull. She cheered into the rope as Tamira swung a fist at the bull who blocked it with his upper arm and swung a massive fist at Tamira in return. Dana tenses as Tamira ducked the fist, narrowly missing getting clobbered by it and slammed a fist into the side of the bull before dancing away. Her nipples still hurt from the pinches and she hoped Tamira would clobber that asshole hard! Get him!

Killer erfed at the hit to his side, his arm smarting as he watched the little unicorn dance out of his reach. She had a bit of a kick to her. Those punches had some strength behind them, and if he wasn't a big fucking bull he might actually be hurting. He flexed his arm, knowing he could take hits like that all day. He charged this time, fists swinging, head lowered to point his forward facing horns at her. He kept an eye on her head, ready to catch her horn with his if she tried to use it. He swung several times but she kept moving out of reach and dodging. Dammit.

Tamira dodged swiftly knowing this was a game she would eventually lose, but she needed to know just how fast he was. Nowhere near fast enough. She stopped retreating and surged forward, bringing up her knee to strike at his groin.

Killer saw the knee coming and blocked it with a hand, catching the blow before it could reach his crotch, turning a bit and closing his thighs as well to protect himself from the cheap shot.

Tamira's fist was already in motion, knowing exactly what most males do when their privates are threatened with a knee. With his hand down to block her knee, it left his head open for a punch, and she took the opening, slamming her fist into the side of his head.

Killer saw stars as a fist hammered into the side of his head, his focus having been on things much lower. He grunted, but his thick skull saved him from a concussion and he was able to deflect the other fist coming in. Then a flash of gold warned him just in time to lean back and move his head out of the way of a slashing horn.

Tamira had the bull just where she had wanted him, feet close together, off balance and arms up. She hooked a hoof around his ankles and pulled hard, throwing herself back out of the way of his grasping hands.

Killer found himself continuing to fly backward as his hooves came out from under him and he came crashing down on his ass. He caught himself on his hands, avoiding a possibly serious tailbone injury and huffed out angrily. He was no calf, and he saw her winding up for a kick and rolled to the side, avoiding it and continuing his movement to get back on his hooves in time to jump away from a second kick. The bitch was fast, he had to give her that... but all he needed was one good hit, or a grab and she would be HIS. "I'm going to beat your ass AND cunt for that, whore!" he said with another snort. He took several steps back until he was near the post with the slaves and gave the tied up mare a hard slap to her muzzle, "You can BOTH suck my cock, bitches!"

Dana cried at the hit, her vision blurry for a moment. She only saw a white blur as Tamira charged with her horn at the bull, the big brute turning just in time to avoid getting impaled and then they both crashed to the dirt, fists flying, the sounds of thuds and grunts.

Tamira swore as she took a hard blow to the stomach, finding herself knocked to the side and the bull rolling over and about to come down on her. Shit! If he pinned her down it would be all over and she would have to wound, or even kill him with her horn. He was too heavy to grab and throw so she put all her effort into her next move and punched the bull hard in the nose, timing it to roll in the opposite direction.

Killer knew he had her. He had been knocked to the ground but she was down here with him. He rolled in her direction, grabbing for anything he could get and OOOOW FUCK! He felt a crack and hot blood spurt as the cunt got him right in the nose, his body landing in the dirt and only getting a fistful of torn out mane in one hand for his trouble. He threw himself to his feet, a golden hoof whooshing through the air where his head had been and he sneezed blood. "Bitch!"

Tamira panted, bruised in several places from the wild punches the bull had gotten into her as she tackled him. That had been stupid! What was she thinking? She was just SO mad when he had hit Dana. That bastard. She tried not to limp, one leg hurting where some of the bulls weight had come down on it. The bull wasn't giving her any time to recover and was coming at her again. This time he wasn't trying to hit, but was simply trying to grab her. Well then, why not let him.

Killer snatched at the mare who was not moving as fast as she was earlier. She was tiring, and must be hurting from some of the hits he got in. He came at her again, grabbing for her arm but she turned her shoulder away, twisting and throwing her head back... there! He grabbed at her horn, hand outstretched for it. She swung her head wildly but he grabbed for it. Got you! The flat of the unicorns horn smacked into his hand, with not the dull thud he was expecting, but a loud SMACK and explosion of pain in his hand. It was like trying to catch a led pipe swung at full force. He howled and stumbled back, his hand burning in pain from what had to be several badly bruised if not fractured bones, his finger going numb from the impact. That fucking thing was HARD! He had TWO hands, and his other swung hard at the mares head.

Tamira got her shoulder up in time to block it, letting the force throw her back. Her shoulder flared in red hot pain from the hit but she ignored it, it hurt but wasn't broken or dislocated. It would heal. She backpedaled fast, seeing the bull begin a charge. She stopped suddenly and jumped, kicking out.

Killer lowered his horns at the mare and ran forward at her retreat, not seeing her begin to crouch until it was too late. He dodged to the side but couldn't avoid the golden hoof the slammed down onto the top of his head. He grunted, tasting dirt, spitting out bits of mud made from his bloody nose. His head spun and he pushed himself up. He must have blacked out for a second as he fell. Where was the... OHOOOOOOOF!

Tamira felt the kick connect as she drive her hoof right into the side of the large bull. Big or not, having a hoof as strong as metal slam just below your ribs was going to hurt. The kick had rolled the bull partially onto his side and she kicked again, this time right in the belly.

Killer gasped for breath, having the wind literally kicked out of him. He fell hard onto his size, still dizzy from the blow to his head. He kicked out with a hoof of his own at the bloody cunt of a horse, anger burning furiously inside him.

Tamira jerked out of the way, the hoof slashing through the air and narrowly missing her knee. That would have shattered it! She hopped out of range as he kicked again, circling around to get out of the way of his legs.

Killer grunted, managing to get back up while keeping the unicorn at range with kicks and jabs. He had almost gotten her in the knee, and imagined the noise that would have made. Maybe when he was done raping her Master would let him break it for her. He wheezed and wobbled, surprised at how unsteady he was. All the damage was staring to add up. This unicorn was a lot more trouble than he though she would be.

Rahmor watched calmly. She almost got into some serious trouble there, but managed to escape either getting beaten, or having to kill the bull. He turned his head to grin at Jakat who was looking a lot less confident now. He looked back to Tamira, wondering what she would do next, and thinking of several ways HE would finish the bull if it were him down there. All of them bloody, and all of them fatal.

Tamira charged the bull again, but calmly this time, lowering her horn and rushing him.

Killer saw her come at him again, deciding to take a play from her book and lifting a hoof to snap kick up at her muzzle as she rushed inward. His aim was perfect, but the unicorn's head jerked to the side just in time, his hoof and leg sailing upward.

Tamira grabbed the underside of the bulls though, hitting him at full speed. She slammed a shoulder into it, knocking him backward and then twisted as hard as she could.

Killer tried to grab for the unicorn but erked as she wrenched herself around, spinning him to drive him face down into the dirt, his leg bending up at a painful angle as tendons were pulled and stretched. "Arrrrrgh!" he said as he landed hard, his good arm tangled under him. He felt the unicorns weight land on his back and grunted, trying to throw his head back, but her hands grabbed his horns and rammed his wounded nose into the dirt! "Mrrrrrmp!"

Tamira rammed her knee into the bulls spine and felt him shudder under her, his legs flailing around trying to kick her, but she had moved up to his upper back and he couldn't reach. Holding one horn in a her hand, she made a fist and punched him in the back of the head. Once, twice, three times. "Don't you TOUCH my girl you fucker!" she snarled as she hit him.

Killer saw stars, his nose driven again and again into the ground. He groaned dizzily, hurting all over and trying to get up. But any time he got a knee or arm into position to lever himself up or push the unicorn off his back she would hit or yank it and send him back down. He finally slipped and thudded down, clawing at the dirt.

Tamira panted and glanced up at the judges. One had stood up. Just one? She slammed her fist into the back of the bulls head again. She snorted and stood up, planting a foot on his back and pushing down hard. Maybe THIS would get the point home? A second stood, but the other three remained sitting. She glanced at Rahmor who was looking back at her intently. She knew she had to keep fighting until three of them stood, but as much as she hated this bull, wasn't going to kill him. She instead began to kick him. In the legs. In the thigh. In the side. She avoided kicking his head, instead kicking an arm when he levered it under him, getting in a hard blow to his thigh as he pulled his knee under him, keeping him down. She snorted in frustration and kicked the bull hard in the side. Finally the third judge stood. It was over.

Dana almost cried in relief, seeing Tamira standing victorious over the groaning bull. She wouldn't be going off with that brown dragon. Wouldn't get gang raped like he threatened her with.

Jakat stared in disbelief. His bull LOST? To that scrawny little mare? Turning in his seat he looked over at Rahmor and flinched at the cold gaze he got back in return. Aw fuck.

Rahmor lifted a foot and rested it against the railing, looking at the brown dragon. "Leave the fighting to those of us that know what we are doing, hatchling. You need more than size to win against a true warrior. Now get over here and show me you understand where your PLACE is."

Jakat nodded, the judges standing and moving out of his way as he got onto his hands and knees and crawled in front of the seats until he could kneel next to the one Rahmor sat at. He did his best, but he lost... and was forced to accept Rahmor's dominance over him. He leaned forward and licked along the side of the offered foot, showing his submission. His anger simmered, but not at Rahmor... he couldn't be TOO upset at the dragon now that he had proven himself. No, his anger was at Killer. His bull. That boy would pay for failing him. He nuzzled at the blue heel, hoping Rahmor wouldn't take... other liberties with him. The feud was not THAT big a deal and it would be... greedy of him to take too much advantage.

Rahmor watched with satisfaction, seeing his former rival submit as he should, being the loser in the ritual duel. He let him lick for a bit and then grabbed a horn and growled, "I expect you to be on your best behavior around me from now on."

Jakat nodded, "Yes Sir." He felt the hand let go of his horn and he dropped his gaze and head down. It would be a long time, if ever, before he could think about insulting Rahmor again without good reason. He hoped the blue would screw up in a big way so he could look down at him again. Not in any professional capacity of course! Rahmor directly dealt with the front lines and there was NO pleasure in any failure THERE. But one could always hope he would step on the toes of a bigger, meaner dragon and get knocked back down a few steps. But until then he would behave. He had no choice. It was his place now.

Rahmor gave Jakat's muzzle a good, hard slap, cuffing the crouching dragon firmly. He snorted and stood up, looking out into the arena. After a moment he stepped off the railing, landing hard in the dirt and going down to a crouch to absorb the impact. He stood once more and walked to where the four furries waited.

Jakat sighed as he knelt there, still not believing he had lost. It wasn't the first time of course, if you fought in duel you won some and lost some. But this had been IMPORTANT. If he had won, he would have had a powerful warrior dragon submitting to him. That was worth a LOT to him, and would have been impressive bragging rights. The loss of his slave hurt too. He had been having fun forcing the little lesbian into gangbangs with his male slaves. He didn't even get to fuck her yet! He had been waiting until she was broken from the gangbangs, and THEN introduce her to what a spiky dragon cock could do to her little pussy. Now he would never have the chance. He growled, sitting up and looking out at his bull lying there like a useless furry rug. He would pay all right. I'll make sure that usless cow suffers a fate worse than death for humiliating me.

Lilly couldn't see much, her head forced to stare straight ahead, but could see the color of the dragon out of the corner of her eyes. It was blue, not brown. Did that unicorn win? The fight had happened on the other side of her and she hadn't seen a thing. It was! There was no mistake now, that was NOT her Master! Or... now he was. He WAS her Master now, her new Master. What was he going to do with her? If he won, he must be bigger, and meaner than... Master Jakat. No... just Jakat.

Rahmor nodded to Tamira, "Good fight, slave."

Tamira panted slowly and nodded, "Thank you Master."

Rahmor regarded the ropes, and with a slash of his claws, sliced through them from top to bottom along one side of the post, then did the same to the ropes binding their wrists. The bunny collapsed into the dirt, but he caught Dana and eased her to her knees. Both still had their muzzles tied shut, now trailing ropes like reins. He liked the look and took up the four dangling ropes and offered them to Tamira. "Come, slave... we are done here. Follow me."

Tamira eyed the ropes with distaste but quickly moved to obey, taking them and giving gentle tugs, "Come on..."

Dana and Lilly crawled on their hands and knees, led by Tamira who in turn followed Rahmor.

Killer grunted as a hand closed around his neck and hauled him to his knees, then dragged him in the dirt! He coughed and wheezed in the tight grip, making the mistake of reaching up with a hand to grab at the wrist behind his neck. He yelled out as his whole body was lifted off the ground and SHOOK like he was a doll, then slammed back down hard. He grunted and dropped his arms. That was no unicorn... that was a dragon that had him. He knew better than to fight. The fight... it was over... he... he'd lost! He moaned in despair, shaking his head to try and clear it. He saw blue feet. Not his Master. The other dragon. Taking him back to his lair to... to do whatever he wanted. He gritted his teeth in helpless frustration. That bitch. That fucking bitch!

Rahmor kept his silence on the way back to the landing field where Tahet waited. Being slaves, the other four furries didn't say a word and all was quiet as he loaded them into the large saddlebags, two on each side. He patted Tamira on the head and grinned at her before mounting his drake's shoulders and taking them back to his lair.

Killer squeezed his eyes shut as the drake took off, having never flown on one before. Whoever this dragon was, he was wealthy. More than Jakat was, and that was impressive. Must be military? Can non-military even own drakes? His head was fuzzy from being kicked and punched. He was in the saddlebag with the unicorn bitch, and he wondered if he could throw her out before anyone noticed. It was a LONG way down and he imagined her screams as she fell. He stared over the edge, then looked over at the unicorn with a feral grin. Fast moves and sneaky tricks couldn't help her in close quarters.

Tamira watched the bull as he stared down in fear, then in a fierce grin as he turned to look at her. She knew just what he must be thinking, seeing him lean closer to her. She jerked her head and smacked the bull across the top of his skull with her horn, the sound like a metal bar hitting a melon.

Killer's vision turned white in a haze of stars as he was clobbered, sinking back into the pouch with a groan, eyes unfocused and twitching in pain and disorientation.

Rahmor laughed out loud, seeing the whole thing from his perch.

Lilly was pressed in with the cute unicorn and shivered at the laugh. Was that a sign of what was to come? It didn't sound pretty. She cuddled up with the mare beside her, grateful for the contact... it had been a long time since she had been near another female and this one was SO soft.

Dana squirmed a bit but there was nowhere to go as the bunny pressed up against her. She couldn't blame the poor thing. Flying on these things was terrible... and who knew what she had already been through. If that brown was as nasty with the bunny as he had been with her, the poor thing mush be traumatized. It had been a short flight down to the floor of the crater, so should not take too long to get back.

It wasn't much longer before the drake landed, and Chakal was there, helping release not just Tamira and Dana, but a male bull and a rabbit girl too. The bull was in bad shape, slumping out to his hands and knees, rubbing his head in pain. Chakal guided all of them away from Tahat's spot, getting them into the shelter of the lair entrance. Tahat liked to shake his wings and tail after a flight sometimes and you did NOT want to be out in the open when he did that. She was very happy to have Dana back. It meant Tamira had won her fight. It was all the other guards were talking about. Most were exited as Rahmor did not engage in such things often. She smiled at Tamira, nodding a silent congratulations to her. Rahmor made a good choice picking her for a guard. She was strong and fast and best of all, she was NICE. She would not be mean like Nella and some of the other guards.

Rahmor said, "Tamira... come... and bring my slaves." He wrapped his tail around the bulls neck and pulled him along behind, forcing the big furry to crawl low on hands and knees.

Killer grunted as he was choked and forced to crawl around. Jakat never treated him like this. In his Master's lair males were permitted to walk around and have their way with the females. Girls had to crawl and serve and beg, not males! He wasn't used to this sort of thing. He had hardly been in the slave pens a day before deciding what he would do. He was a fighter, a Killer! He offered to fight in the arena and he did, winning several times before he was bought by Master Jakat and eventually becoming his Master's favored fighter. Crawling... being treated like this. It was humiliating and so unfair! He had earned his rewards and favors!

Rahmor said, "I'll give you a full review later, slave Tamira... but I am pleased at how you handled yourself. You did allow your emotions to take control, but it was only once and you recovered and beat him soundly in the end. I am quite happy you did not have to run him through. That would have made my victory much less satisfying."

Tamira said, "Thank you Master" as she gave a little tug on the reins, trying to get Dana and the rabbit to hurry up. Rahmor was setting a brisk pace and she didn't want them to fall behind and get punished, or have to drag them. She winced at the thought and silently pleaded for them to crawl faster. Luckily there was not far to go before she drew to a stop before Rahmor. It was the doors to the guards quarters where she now lived. She had only been here once before, being so new to her position. Was she to go to her bunk and wait now?

Rahmor took the reins from Tamira and pulled, "Up, girls." He untied the ropes from Dana, pulling the wet length out of her mouth and handing it to Tamira to hold. The bunny shied back, but steadied and allowed him to do the same, her hands behind her back, ears flat down and nervously looking at the floor. He snorted and yanked the bull up with his tail, then grabbed his arms to pull behind his back and secure with the wet ropes. He tied them tight, using another rope to pull both elbows together, forcing the bulls arms straight.

Killer grunted in pain. Bondage wasn't a good sign. He stumbled a bit as he was turned to face Tamira, the dragon kicking his hooves apart and making him a bit shorter due to his stance. He didn't like that, but obeyed. He had no choice.

Rahmor said, "Anything you wish to say, or do to the bull before I deal with him, slave Tamira?"

Tamira looked at the bull with a snort, not wanting to see the ugly brute ever again. She had beaten him, that was all she needed. She gave the bull a look up and down and said, "I said all I needed in the ring. Master."

Rahmor chuckled and jerked the bull around, making him face Dana. "How about you, slave? The loser in a ritual duel gets a full day of abuse as punishment. I'm sure he was looking forward to spending the next day raping Tamira... perhaps the disappointment of not getting to go through with it will be enough punishment?"

Dana stared at the bull, remembering his hands on her, remembering him hitting and punching Tamira and all the things he said. Goaded on by the dragons words she reached out and grabbed his nipples with her fingers, pinching savagely as he had done to her.

Killer yelped and squirmed, not expecting the unicorn to be so vicious! They were supposed to be good and gentle, but her grip on his nipples was anything but! He ow-ow-owed as she SNARLED at him! Then she moved in closer and he shrank back as he knew what was coming. He bumped into the blue dragon, unable to escape as the unicorn's knee came slamming up into his balls! He screamed and tried to close his legs but the dragons feet were in the way and then a coil of tail curled around both ankles to trap them. Then the knee hit him again and again. He would have curled into a ball if he could, only the dragons grip on his arms held him up as the pain filled his groin and stomach. Oh fuck that hurts!

Tamira winced but didn't blame Dana for her anger. If she had not just finished beating the crap out of the bull she might have done the same thing. Or not. Being made a guard had made her very aware of her new power over the other unicorn slaves. She had chosen to accept the deal to HELP others, not hurt... so she couldn't risk letting her own desire for revenge get lose. It wasn't HER doing it... so maybe she could take a LITTLE satisfaction in seeing the bull getting a taste of his own medicine.

Dana stepped back, but not before punching the bull in the chest. She owed as it hurt and she shook her fist. The bull didn't even seem to notice, his face already a grimace of pain, knees trying to pull in and up but the dragon's tail held his hooves firmly in place. She snorted and rubbed her aching hand. It had felt so GOOD to do that. At first she was angry at the bull, but for the last few blows she imagined it was Rahmor. She had looked into his face as she rammed her knee up as hard as she could, wishing it could be him. Still... it was nice to finally get a bit of revenge on his sex, even if it wasn't the same species. Besides, the bastard was still a rapist!

Rahmor tilted his head at the bunny who was watching everything with nervous glances. "This will be the last time you ever see him, slave Lilly. He will never touch you again."

Lilly watched as the bull was turned in her direction, shrinking back at his imposing form. Even wheezing and shrunken in on himself, he was sill so BIG and had terrorized her for so long. She couldn't look at him without a tremble... but slowly she made herself look at him. She swallowed and gathered up her courage, made a fist, and punched him hard in his sheathed cock.

Killer rrrrarghed as a knuckle landed right on the center of his shaft, crushing the tender organ and sending a sharp, hot pain shooting through his dick. "Ahhhhhh... fuuuuuckk..." he said as the pain seemed to amplify all the other agony in his body, from his pounding head to the throbbing of his balls to his aching legs and thighs.

Dana patted the bunny on the back with a smile, happy to see the girl still had some fight left in her.

Lilly let out a soft giggle at the pat and dropped her head in a bow, "Thank you... my... my new Master." She didn't know what was in store for her... but enjoyed the sound of Killer swearing. She had learned to take her pleasure where and when she could. Tomorrow may be full of pain and misery, but no use in letting that spoil any good feelings that might be happening now.

He spun the bull who was now crying around and slammed him into the doors of the slave guard barracks, shoving him through and onto a heap in the floor. "Have fun with him, girls... I'll be back tomorrow to collect what's left and give him back to his Master" said Rahmor. He closed the doors and turned, "Now... back to the slave pen for you Dana. Tamira! Bring the bunny to my bedchambers. I need to... introduce the little thing to her new Master."

Lilly twitched at bit as the dragon gazed at her hungrily, then turned to take Dana off to wherever the slave pens were. She had seen a lot of females in that guard room, did he keep his males separate like her former Master? Would any be waiting in his bedroom for her? She dreaded what was to come, but meekly let the warrior take her away. Maybe this Master would be better? If he was worse... she was going to be in serious trouble!

Inside the guard barracks, Killer groaned as he landed, bruising a knee and feeling all his aches and pains redouble from the rough landing. He was big and heavy and it was quite true that he fell hard because of it. He looked up into a room full of females. Did this dragon have ANY males in his lair? All he could see was pussy and tits. Even in his pained state he could feel a surge in his loins. Even that was short lived as his cock complained loudly as it started to swell, the bruised spot throbbing like mad. "Ahhhh... damn bunny bitch..." he muttered.

Nella knelt down and patted the bull on his bloody nose, "Bitch did you say?" She had been told by her Master to expect the bull after the fight. She hadn't been sure, and had half hoped guiltily that Tamira would lose, but had spent the last few hours discussing with other like minded guards just what they would do with a naughty bull.

Killer gasped as his aching balls were grabbed and massaged in an extremely rough manner. He gasped as one of them slid a belt around his neck above his collar and tightened it, using it to hold and choke him. It was hard, very hard not to struggle as the female furries gathered around him and began to methodically beat and torture him. As he was strangled he began to fear they were going to kill him, the belt was so tight! After a few hours he no longer feared death, but feared he would be denied it.

...

Killer coughed and jerked awake. He blinked at the bright light and moaned. Something was in his mouth. He tasted blood and rubber... some sort of gag. He tried to spit it out but it was firmly strapped in place. He snorted instead, his nose smelling of cunts he had been forced to service, and the piss they fouled his fur with. He hurt all over. Not a single inch of him didn't ache. He looked around but it was all too bright and blurry. He tried to move but felt metal cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He was kneeling with his back against a wooden post, slumped down and sore and cramped. He couldn't stand up from this position so he just hung there. His head felt like spikes had been driven into it and left there, and his cock and balls... the only reason he knew he still HAD them is they fucking hurt so damn much! Those girls had been relentless. The only good thing was they never went after his ass. They paddled and whipped it good enough, but never fucked him up the ass like he had been dreading. Good thing they didn't have cocks. He groaned... where the hell was he? His vision had finally cleared for him to see, and he jolted completely awake. The slave pens? What did that fucking blue dragon think he was doing? He was supposed to go back to his Master! It was only for a day... he couldn't SELL him! He mmmmmphed loudly, trying to get someone's attention.

One of the dragon guards noticed the movement and made his way over to him. "Awake at last I see. About time. Can't show you off with you just lying there like a corpse, can we?" Your former owner will be annoyed if you don't fetch a good price. Of course, he would probably give you away rather than keep you. He was MAD. What did you do, fuck one of his harem girls without permission?"

Killer mmmphed? He really was being sold? His Master was selling him because he lost? He closed his eyes in shame, then anger. That ungrateful jerk! I fought hard for him, every time. Won all sorts of prizes and status. It wasn't my fault that unicorn bitch was sneaky and tricked him into loosing! He opened his eyes to see the dragon walking away. Fine! He groaned in pain but managed to straighten up. He had been here before. He had gotten out and into the arena. He could do it again. With his experience he would do even better. He was a fighter. A killer! He would do whatever it took to claw his way back out of here. Maybe one day he would face that bitch again, and this time pound her muzzle into the fucking dirt and shit on it. He was meant for battle, for fighting. He always knew that, even as a young bull. It was his destiny, and nothing could keep him from it. He was one mean motherfucking bastard!

The guard returned, with another dragon at his side. The guard said, "Here we are. A bit beaten up but nothing seriously damaged. A few fractured bones here and there, no breaks, no internal bleeding that we can see. And quite big like you enjoy, Sir."

A somewhat rotund teal-colored dragon looked down at the bull. "Hmmm... the blood will wash off, yes... and he does have the build I enjoy."

Killer gaped up at the two, looking at the out of shape teal dragon. He was wearing various colored silks and a number of gaudy jewels. He looked ridiculous. Killer wondered if he should try and show off, or discourage this one. Was he rich? What sort of fights did he enter his slaves into?

The teal dragon said, "Yes, yes... I do like him. He is a used slave, so discounted?"

The guard said, "Yes, but as you can see on his sheet he is an anal virgin so that takes the price up somewhat."

Killer froze, "Wahhhhttttpppt?"

The teal dragon let out a chuckle, "Oh... I can tell from his expression that is true. Yes. The problem with virgins is once you give them their first fuck, you can't do it again! Not that the second, third, or thousandth fucks are ever BAD... but the first is always so SPECIAL!"

Killer squirmed, he was no sex slave! He was a warrior! There must be some mistake, he was worth much more as a fighter! No way he was going to let this... this dragon FUCK him! He gasped as his struggles caused his aches and pains to come back in full force. He panted and felt hands fumble at his muzzle, pulling the ball gag out with a wet plop. He gasped and worked his sore jaw, wanting to spit but not daring to with a dragon right in front of him.

The teal dragon knelt down and cupped the bull's head in his hands, "I like him... such a nice mouth too. Just the right shape to train to be a good cocksucker." He patted the bulls nose, "Don't worry boy... I'll take good care of you. I'll clothe you in fine skirts and dresses, teach you ALL the most proper manners and take you to the best parties as my cute little maid. I won't let any nasty girls EVER hurt you, or touch you again. Nothing but pampering and pillows and hot dragon cock in that sweet tush of yours from now on! You won't even have to fight in those dirty little rings any more."

Killer groaned and tried to shake his head, to say no... he was a warrior, not a... he couldn't even bring himself to think about what the dragon had described.

The dragon said, "Don't worry... nobody will ever mistake you for a gladiator again. You will only miss your horns and balls for a little while, then you will get very used to life as my pretty boy. Just like all the others did. Let me give you a taste of what you have to look forward to..."

Killer stared opened mouthed at the dragon as his future was described. Dehorned? Castrated? Raped? Dressed up? He looked down, trying to avoid the eyes of the dragon and saw a thick, ugly red cock swelling and lifting from under the layers of silk as the dragon moved closer. He yanked his head from the dragons grasp in sheer horror, banging the back of his head against the post as he screamed, "Noooooooooooooooooooooo-mmmmMMMMMPH!"