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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 44 - Nella

_Fates of the Unicorns takes place in a world fighting for it's life. For generations the dragon race has fought the insect hordes, protecting themselves and the remnants of the furry races from annihilation. Once at war themselves, the furry races and dragons keep an uneasy truce. Dragons need food and supplies, and the furry races know that if the dragons fall, they would also perish. The dragons take as much advantage of the situation as they can, sending small raiding parties out to capture furries as slaves, as they feel is their right. The story series focuses on dragons and their slaves, mainly Rahmor and his new herd of unicorn mares but including various furries and dragons serving both at the front lines and elsewhere in the dragon lands.

This chapter takes place many years before the events of the main story. No spoilers here if you are new to the series, but if you like what you read and want more, continue reading with Chapter 1._

Nella paced back and forth in her pen with the other felines. She was furious and angry at her situation. Once more she tugged at her collar, wishing she could take it off and put some clothes on instead. It was humiliating being naked in front of everyone, wearing nothing a stupid collar that marked her as a slave. It never occurred to her that since all the OTHER felines were also naked and collared that she shouldn't feel ashamed to be seen by them. Nella never liked to be looked down on. She liked to be looked up to. Preferably from someone on the ground that she just put there. Others called her a bully but that wasn't true. She just liked to come out on top in any argument, and as far as she was concerned, simply standing in front of her was a good way to start one.

She gave one of the dragon guards an evil look from behind his back. He was what put her in such a bad mood, having the nerve to feel her up like she was nothing to him. She was NOT worthless and couldn't stand being treated like an object. She didn't like the guards here. They did nothing but stare at naked furries, pawing them and little else. It wasn't like there was any chance of escape. At least the dragons that captured her had put some effort into it. She could respect that. She huffed and stomped back and forth. Right in the middle of working up a good head of steam she turned around to see a glittering blue form on the other side of the fence. She stopped and looked up, for all she could see was the dragons chest at her height.

Rahmor looked over the incoming stock dismissively. Nothing special, just another batch of random kidnappings and captures. This particular pen was meant for felines. There was a tiger here, but being male it did not interest him. The rest were assorted smaller felines. The brown cat however drew his attention with her angry pacing. The others were resting, all looking miserable as they should. He pointed a talon at her as she looked up at him and ordered, "Come here, slave."

Nella stepped forward closer to the blue dragon. She wasn't dumb and was not about to disobey a direct order from one of them. Besides, she wanted a closer look. Most of the dragon guards and warriors were wingless, but this one had an impressive set behind him. She wondered if he could fly. His scales were shiny, glittering in the sun. She had seen a few like that before, but never one up close. It seemed to be a somewhat rare trait. She suddenly hurrked as something wrapped around her neck. She grabbed at it, looking down to see the dragon had slid his tail between two posts of the fence and had grabbed her by the neck. She hurrfed as she was brought down to her knees by an overpowering yank of his tail.

Rahmor said, "Slaves kneel when presenting themselves to a dragon, have you not been taught that?"

Nella tried to whimper but couldn't breathe.

Rahmor said, "You can breathe when you let go of my tail, SLAVE."

Nella realised she was still tugging at it and forced herself to drop her hands to her side. Immediately the tail loosened and she gasped for breath. Her face reddened now, humiliated at being treated like a slave in front of the other cats. She supposed he would now play with her body and laugh before leaving.

Rahmor said, "You are not terrified or cowed by dragons like the others, are you? They cower while you show your anger."

Nella gulped and wasn't sure to admit it, or pretend she was like the others. She kept trying to speak buy her indecision made her mute.

Rahmor said, "I can see you have a fighting spirit. That's good. Some dragon will make good use of it if you are lucky. You must learn to bow before your superiors."

Nella quivered in shame at being talked down to like that. She tried to turn her head and glare at any of the other cats that might be laughing at her. She had already gotten into more than one small fight, but the dragons always broke it up before it got anywhere. Superior? What did he think he was... unngh! She was suddenly pulled hard against the bars of the pen, the dragon crouching down before her and grabbing her head in a strong clawed hand. She tried to pull back from the large fangs in front of her face, the green eyes boring into her.

Rahmor said, "You pay the other slaves too much attention when a DRAGON is speaking to you, slave. Are you expecting them to help you? Answer me."

Nella let out a whimper, fearful of her very life now. The guards she knew were paid, or ordered to keep the slaves from escaping but little else. This one however... she just KNEW he could hurt her if he wanted. Maybe even kill her. She stammered out, "I don't like them seeing me like... this..." and ended on a whisper.

Rahmor said, "Like what, on your knees?"

Nella nodded, or tried to. "Yes..."

Rahmor let out a growl, "That's 'Yes SIR'." Hearing a mere slave speak without proper deference grated on his nerves like claws scraping across metal. Like all dragons, he wanted, no, needed to fit himself and everyone else into a hierarchy. To see another act out of place was disturbing and wrong. Unnatural.

Nella managed to say, "Yes sir" in a squeaky voice.

Rahmor said, "They are slaves like you. Why should you feel bad about showing respect to a superior?"

Nella didn't want to anger the dragon by giving an answer he didn't like, but didn't thing she had time to think of the best thing to say. She simply admitted, "I don't like looking like a loser to them... don't like losing to them."

Rahmor let out a chuckle, "You think it reflects badly on you to kneel before a dragon?"

Nella said. "Yes. I mean yes sir!"

Rahmor pulled the cat harder against the posts and giving her neck a squeeze with his tail. "You are not kneeling to them. You are kneeling to ME. Do you think any of them would do better? Could they fight me off? Defeat me?"

Nella grunted as she was pressed harder to the posts, both breasts squashed against the hard, rough wood. She almost laughed to think of any of the others cowering in the dirt putting up a fight. The image of them getting their muzzles kicked in by a dragon made her smile. She said, "No sir."

Rahmor said, "There is no shame in submitting to one who has the power to MAKE you submit. If you think you can take them, then yes you should fight. But if there is NO chance... then you are not at fault. Are you angry or ashamed you can't punch the world in half?"

Nella thought about fighting the dragon. The very idea seemed ridiculous. He was right in that... what could she do? Try and reach through the posts and scratch him? She might break her claws and do little else, where he could easily snap her neck with little effort. Those cats were not making her kneel... this dragon was. Bowing to a guard still felt wrong... but this dragon was clearly important. Maybe it wasn't so bad to show him a little respect. Like when someone she fought hit back... she respected them a bit more. She yelped as the tail pulled down again, this time she was forced to bow down, scrambling back a bit to give her room. Her face would have been pressed to the dirt, but a blue dragon foot was there instead and she could feel her nose touching the blue scales.

Rahmor said, "This is how you show submission in dragon language. Lick."

Nella quivered. It was like a switch had been flicked in her mind. Once she accepted that maybe it was OK to show respect to someone who DESERVED it she felt her inhibitions slowly fading away. She gave a tentative lick along the top of the dragons foot. It wasn't scaly or rough like she expected, but smooth like hide. She licked again, feeling almost lightheaded... like she was drunk... so easy to just stop thinking.

Rahmor murrred as he watched the kitty lap at his foot. All dragons knew how to make another dragon submit, how to dominate the weak, and how to submit to the strong. But not all dragons knew furries like he did. He didn't enjoy the use of brute force. He liked to get into their minds, break them, then make them into what he desired. Like any block of stone, they all had shapes hidden inside waiting to be revealed, the surrounding stone slowly chipped away. They had flaws too. Cracks to be avoided if you didn't want your work of art to suddenly crack and crumble into rubble. He could see how one could mold this cat. She had pride, stubbornness and a cruel streak. And like a gem hidden within, the ability to submit completely. He could see it glinting now as she licked. Her mind sinking into blissful submission. Well, it would if he had the time to spend a few hours properly training her. But she was just a slave in a pen, and he had business to attend to.

Nella shook her head as the foot slid from under her. She crouched down as the dragon moved, wondering if he was going to do or say anything else, but he simply walked away. She shook her head a bit. That was weird... she felt... well. almost good doing that. Like... well... it wasn't quite like anything she felt before. She hissed angrily as a foot kicked her in the butt, making her head bonk against a wooden post. "Ow!"

The lion looked down at the cat and growled, "What a big kitty you are... groveling at a dragons foot like that."

Nella snarled, getting to her feet with her back to the wall of the slave pen. "Why you little scrawny fleabag. You better back the fuck off!"

The lion would have, and indeed did before, not wanting any trouble from the bossy cat that obviously was looking for trouble. But seeing her get handled by the dragon so easily had made him decide not to put up with her crap any more. "Why? So you can get busy kissing the feet of some worthless dragon?"

Nella clenched her fists, letting out a yowl. Worthless? She did NOT submit to a worthless dragon! She felt humiliated again, remembering that she was just licking a dragons foot! But that was different! It wasn't like she did it to another furry, or just because was acting tough. That dragon COULD have killed her. Could have knocked her unconscious, tore out her tongue and stomped on it. She was not weak. She was no loser. She was submitting to someone who DESERVED it. She couldn't put it into words, but she could not accept that the dragon she just licked was anything but a deity. What else could have made her do that? This fleabag was wrong... so very wrong... and so very FUCKED!

The lion watched the cat yowl in anger, and then took a step back as the cat launched herself at him! He put up an arm but too slow as she slammed a fist right into his nose. "Ahhaarrrrunph!" he said and fell back onto his ass. Then the cat was on top of him, pounding into his chest with her fists, his ribs and sternum taking a beating and her weight knocking the air from him. He tried to push her off but she just scooted forward, her knees pinning his shoulders and pushing them painfully into the dirt. Ughn! Ooofh! Ahhh! Owww!

Nella hissed and spit, "Don't you DARE say such things about him! You're not worthy to be made into a rug for that dragon to stand on! He deserves respect!" She suddenly froze and looked up to see the blue dragon standing inside the pen, watching her. Oh shit.

The lion looked up blearily at the cat, not knowing why she stopped, but not willing to give up the opening. His arms still pinned down, he managed to lift one hand to grab the cats crotch. Hard. He only wished the dragons had not trimmed his claws.

Nella let out a yowl of pain as the lions fingers dug into her tender snatch! She had nearly forgotten she was naked and it felt like her pussy was being torn and riped apart! She whined, trembling over the lion but not willing to hit him in front of the blue dragon. Even if she could fight back she didn't think it would help, the lion had her good! She was frozen in place by the pain and the sight of the dragon reaching down... oh no...

Rahmor reached down and gave the lion a large smack to his face, stunning him. He then pulled the cat off the male and set her down beside him.

The lion reeled from the blow, his fingers losing their grip as he wondered what the hell just hit him. He blinked and looked up to see a dragon staring back down at him. He whimpered and curled up, "It wasn't my fault... she started it! Don't hurt me!"

Rahmor calmly said, "It looked to me like you approached her."

Nella knelt in the dirt beside the blue dragon, hands cupping her pussy. She peeked and was relieved not to see a mangled mass of flesh. It simply HURT like thats what had happened. Ow! She wondered how she would be punished, but then realised the dragon had just said it wasn't her fault! She turned her head to look up at him... a strong male towering over her. In charge, and in charge of her... but also somehow... protective. She felt safer with him there. Like a father maybe. Not that she would know, never having had one.

The lion sputtered, then just whimpered. He had seen other furries taken away and come back in terrible shape. Some never came back at all. Others were simply beaten in front of the rest. He had been beaten once when they caught him. He tried to fight back. He didn't try it again.

Rahmor turns his attention back to the cat. "Demonstrate to this boy how a slave shows proper respect to it's better."

Nella nodded, leaning down and running her tongue along the top of the dragon's foot. Her crotch still hurt, but not as bad as it did a few moments ago.

Rahmor murrred, "Thats a good slave. A dragons foot deserves to be shown respect. It shows that the highest part of you is lower than the lowest part of a dragon." He reached down to the lion and took his foot by the big toe, twisting it painfully. "This is the foot on an inferior. It does not deserve to be licked by a dragon, it deserves to be punished."

The lion let out a pained scream as his toe was savagely twisted and bent back. He arched his back, hands digging into the dirt as he gritted his teeth, silently begging the dragon to stop before breaking it!

Rahmor took Nella's foot with his other hand and lifted it. "This is also a foot of a slave, and is not worthy of a dragons tongue."

Nella let out a whimper, but stretched her leg out as the dragon took her tow, and winced in anticipation of the pain. She watched in surprise as the dragon moved her foot to the lions muzzle.

Rahmor said, "It does however, deserved to be licked by an even lower slave."

The lion mmmphed at the foot, gahhhing at the smell. None of them had any chance to bathe or clean up and it was caked with dirt and smelled of rank cat sweat. He only held out for a moment before his toe was twisted savagely. "Ahhhh! Owwwwwww!" he screamed and began to lap desperately at the foot, ignoring the taste easily due to the distracting pain of his toe. It felt like it was being torn off, but the more he licked the more the dragon eased up. He whimpered in pain and humiliation.

Nella quivered again, but in pleasure this time as she watched the lion submit to her. She had bossed people around all her life, but never like this! She always had to follow the rules, limit herself. She experimentally pressed down with her foot, shoving the back of the lions head into the dirt forcefully as she pushed on his muzzle.

Rahmor smirked, "Enjoying yourself, slave?"

Nella looked up, but saw the dragon was smiling so she smiled back and nodded. "Yes Sir."

Rahmor said, "How would you like to call me Master?"

Nella said, "I'll call you whatever you want... Master?"

Rahmor let out a laugh, "No, you misunderstand. How would you like me to BUY you."

Nella let out a small noise of surprise. Oh! She wasn't sure how she though about that. She hadn't really thought much about what her future here was going to be like. It was too unpleasant a subject. She knew that at some point she would be taken from he slave pens to do... something. But wasn't sure what that would be. She heard of slave auctions, so knew deep down that was to be her fate. Did she have any choice in who bought her? She didn't think so. It had all been a whirlwind of being ambushed, beaten, bound, carted off, flown off, then processed, interrogated and eventually taken here. All the smacks, pinches, fondles and groping had taken their toll too. She had no idea if this dragon was a good one to have buy her, or a bad one. he was however, the only one likely to give her a choice, or at least, ask her opinion. She nodded, "Yes sir. I would."

Rahmor said, "You would be expected to obey and work hard at learning your place. Punishments would be swift, severe, but fair. I could buy any of these other slaves and have my way with them easily enough. If I take you, it will be because you can give me something they can't."

Nella tilted her head and asked quietly, "What is that sir?"

Rahmor pointed at her foot covering the lions mouth. "A slave who will enjoy keeping the others in line, and making sure she, and the rest of my slaves do their best to serve my needs and sate my desires. Any slave that gets out of line I will expect you to beat them back into it."

Nella squirmed as she heard the dragon explaining his needs. She could do that... she LIKED making others do what she wanted. She could easily make them do what HE wanted instead. "Yes... yes I want that." She quickly added, "Sir" after a moments thought.

Rahmor said, "It will be work, not all fun. Their failures will be your failures. If I feel a slave has displeased me because of your lack of proper handling, you will suffer right with them. If I find you putting your pleasures and needs before mine by taking advantage of those under you, you will be punished. Fail bad enough and you will be sent back here... or perhaps demoted to the bottom of my household."

Nella swallowed at the warnings. This wasn't a job or some apprenticeship. She would have to devote her life to this dragon. Could she do this? If she didn't... she would be taken by some other dragon instead. But they wouldn't expect extra out of her like HE would. She decided that perhaps that was a good thing. She didn't want just any old dragon to take her. She wanted one with... with... class? She wasn't sure what it was the he had... but she liked it, whatever it was.

Rahmor spoke up as he watched her think, "You will be expected to do whatever I tell you. There are no limits to what a Master can do to his slave. I'll expect you to wait on me hand and foot. Obey my every command. If I want to abuse you, you will accept it. If I want to fuck you, you will spread your legs and take it."

Nella rubbed her sore pussy and shrunk a bit at that. She knew that would come. Everyone heard stories of what dragons DID to their slaves. But having it put out there so bluntly was still a shock. If she said yes... this dragon would fuck her. If she wanted him to or not. She tried to imagine getting fucked and wanting it to stop and not being able to. She was always a sexy kitty... she could get guys whenever she wanted and if she wanted to tease them she could do that too, leading them on, making them go away horny. But this dragon... if he wanted her... he could, and would have her. That wasn't se...X it was rape. She wondered how he could talk about it like it was nothing. Then she glanced at the lion, her eyes moving to his crotch. He wasn't a bad looking feline... kinda hot actually. If she could... would he make him fuck her? Make him lick her pussy? She shivered... she had done things like that before... making guys lick her down there, and do other things before she let them have her. Sometimes she didn't even let them finish. She licked her lips as she stared at the lions balls and sheath. She could... she could do that to him. If she could do such a thing, then of course a dragon could. She always made males work for anything they got out of her. This dragon... he could take it. But... didn't he deserve it? It was wrong, clearly wrong, but... here surrounded by dragons it didn't matter anymore, did it? Nobody would be calling her a slut, or a bitch if she did things to others, or had them done to her. She held her pussy tighter as she realised that any other dragon that bought her would surely do whatever THEY wanted too. In the end, the choice was obvious.

Nella said, "I want you to be my Master... sir."

The lion breathed though his nose, his mouth covered with the cats foot and didn't know what to think. That dragon just said he wanted to BUY her and MOLEST her and she said YES? Was she crazy?

Rahmor smiled. He had not intended to buy a new slave today, but this one... this one might just make a good guard for his lair. Who knows, she might even have it in her to work her way up and make something of herself. "Good girl. I will take you with me while I finish my errands here today. If you obey me, handle yourself correctly and don't embarrass me, I'll buy you. Otherwise... I'll return you here to be auctioned off. Do you understand?"

Nella nodded, "I do Sir."

He leaned forward to look her in the eyes, "Most slaves spend much more time being trained and learning the ways of dragons before being sold. I expect more from my slaves than most, so consider this a trial by fire."

Nella nodded again and then hissed as she sucked in her breath. The dragon had reached between her legs to cup her sex in his large blue hand. It was all she could do not to get up or push his arm away. But she knew he was testing her. He wanted to see if she would let him touch her. She looked up with a calm expression on her face even though her sex still smarted from the lions grip. This was no different than letting some male cat slip his hand in her pants after giving her enough attention, and other things. She would eventually have to have sex with the dragon, and that scared her, but this was easy. She almost smirked at the dragon. Until she felt his claw pressing up between her folds. She erked and squirmed a bit but didn't look away. It was a LOT harder not to move when that finger, and the attached claw slid into her sex. She grunted and let out a whimper. The dragon was careful, for that claw could have torn her up inside but it didn't. She heard a noise off to her side and glanced at the lion. The bastard was watching her... and smiling! Her foot was still on his mouth and she shoved his face away angrily.

Rahmor judged the cat as he slid his finger deeper. He watched her emotions and reactions as intently as he felt the tightness of her sex. He pushed his finger in deep and smiled as she groaned and whimpered. She didn't like it, but endured it. Good. He said, "You are a slave. All of you, inside and out. Your body, your mind... it all belongs to the dragon empire... and me, if you please me."

Nella tried to remember the felling she had when she first licked his foot. The overwhelming feeling of... what... being dominated? Was that what it felt like? She wished she could sink back into that state again, but right now she she felt was embarrassed and violated.

Rahmor said, "Very good. Now... that lion has done several things to displease me. I want you to punish him, but I have no desire to pay for any damage, so you may not do anything that hurts for too long or leaves marks. Do so now."

Nella eyed the lion with interest, pulling her foot back and leaning forward. The dragon's finger was still in her which made moving difficult. Every time she shifted she could FEEL his finger moving in there. Unngh. Somehow she managed and regarded the lion who was now looking at her with pleading eyes. She wishes she could claw them out, but the dragon said no damage. She looked up and down his body and hissed an evil sound when her gaze traveled over his crotch and he stiffened and whimpered. She reached down between his legs, savoring the look of fear in his eyes as her hands moved to his balls... and then past them to grab the base of his tail. She slid her hand down a bit and then BENT his tail sharply.

The lion closed his eyes as he felt fingers brush across his testicles, knowing she was bout to hut hum BAD... then felt fingers slide around his tail. He opened his eyes just in time to feel a sharp, stabbing pain rocket up his spine as his tail was bent painfully in ways it never should. "Owwwwwwrrrrrgh!" He thrashed about, trying to sit up but a dragon hand planted itself on his chest and slammed him back down. "Aaahahhhhh!"

Nella let go of the tail and laughed. Tail-pulling was a sport to her. She knew JUST how to do it to make it hurt but not leave any evidence to get in trouble over. It was a childish thing to do and she rarely did it any more, but as a kitten she enjoyed tormenting others with a good yank or twist. She worked her way down his tail, twisting and kinking it, digging her nails in and watching the lion kick his feet helplessly. She had almost forgotten the finger in her sex, almost. Every movement made her remember it. She sat back, happy with her work and looked to the dragon.

Rahmor was pleased. He could feel the cat's sex grow wet as she tortured the lions tail. She obviously had some practice with that technique. A dragons tail was thick and strong, nothing at all like most furry tails. He would have to have her demonstrate all her methods for him... if she passed the days tests. He pulled his finger out without warning, getting a mrrrrow out of the cat in return. He lifted his finger and presented it to her. "Suck it clean, slave."

Nella made a face, and almost... almost shook her head no. I have to do this. At least that lion won't be smirking at her this time. She glared at the male, pleased to see him curled up and holding his tail. He was even crying! She took a deep breathe, and opened her mouth. The taste was not unpleasant... and the smell was certainly familiar after countless hours of masturbation. She sucked and licked at the finger like it was a cock. She wasn't an expert at THAT sort of thing, but had done it. Mostly because she loved to tease with her teeth... and sometimes... she did more than just tease! She suckled the dragons finger until he was satisfied, and managed not to spit or otherwise insult the dragon when he pulled back.

She pondered the mix of good and bad she had just been exposed to. Fingered, forced to suck her own juices... but allowed to torture another slave, and promised to be put in charge of others. She looked up at the big dragon... and something else too... he made her do such humiliating, degrading things. She should HATE him... but she didn't. She always had to look out for herself. Everyone else was someone to step on and over before they could do the same to her. She never gave up, never surrendered. She fought anyone any time and she fought dirty. Until now she never imagined that there could be anyone so much stronger than she was that she could actually believe they deserved her respect... and... submission? That had been a dirty word all her life. It meant you were beaten. That you were a failure. That others could, and would take advantage of you. If she was beaten it was always temporary. The other was lucky or she was ganged up on. She always got her revenge. But dragons. This dragon. He really WAS superior. She didn't want to be a slave. But if she had no choice... better to submit to one who was worthy of it. If she was going to be a slave, she was going to have the BEST Master, dammit! If he could make her do these things then he HAD to be a great Master, didn't he? She was no pushover. The fact that he had her licking his foot meant he was damn good. She could deal with that.

Rahmor watched his potential slave go through a range of expressions and emotions. He didn't know what was going on in her head, not yet. But he could guess. She wasn't crying or whimpering. She wasn't gritting her teeth or growling. She certainly was not accepting her place, not deep down where it counts... but she might be getting used to the concept. He said, "Come... I have things to do, and a potential slave to test."

Nella nodded and was about to stand when the dragon gave her a firm smack on the muzzle.

"Slaves crawl behind their Master unless otherwise ordered."

"I understand, sir. I'm sorry sir." said Nella. She wondered again what she had gotten herself into. From what she had seen, all dragons were like this. Very concerned with how everyone acted, making big shows of submission and Dominance. She hoped she could adjust to it. Crawling around behind someone was humiliating and degrading no matter how you put it. She started to crawl as the dragon walked to the exit of the slave pen. It wasn't very fun at all. She payed close attention to the dragon, not wanting to make any mistakes. She was no weakling. She wasn't going to break down in tears or pout. I always knew what I wanted, and took it when I found it. This is no different. I just have to be strong and do as I'm told. Like when a constable suspects you of doing something. You just have to say "Yes Sir" and "No Sir, I didn't hit that lying bitch." You don't tell the truth of course, but you do whatever they say and are very polite. This is just like that... except that dragons have a LOT more say over what happens to you, and maybe... just maybe some of that fake respect you show to a law officer is REAL now. She did respect this dragons power... but could she respect him as a person? She didn't know. I can fucking well fake it if I need to. Being in charge of other slaves sounds WAY better than being one of them!

Rahmor said, "I'm taking this one for the day. Put her on my tab."

The guard nodded, "Yes Sir!"

Rahmor left with the cat in tow. It was going to be an interesting day... he almost felt sorry for what he was going to put that kitty through to determine if she is worthy of serving him. He let out a deep laugh. Almost.