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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 47 - Games

_ 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_.

Devalyn strode though the encampment like she were a dragoness on a mission, her metallic-silver scales glittering in the light as she moved. They made an impressive sight normally, but today were even more spectacular after she just got back from a nice oiling while her armour was cleaned and polished. She carried her armor over her back as she walked naked through the outpost. She didn't want to hang around the massage and bathing rooms while her skin dried, so she simply took her things and left. It wasn't against any rules to be naked, but most dragons considered it an unclassy thing to do in public. She didn't care. She had made the decision on a whim, and nobody was going to tell HER she was wrong. Besides, she got more appreciative stares than snorts of displeasure. She wondered if Sethea was wearing any clothes right now. Probably not... she was serving as their Commanders slave after loosing a challenge to her. She wouldn't be wearing clothes while off duty for a LONG time!

The silver dragoness slowed as she saw new arrivals being herded into a slave pen. She always liked seeing their faces. Afraid, terrified, broken. Furries being shown their new place in the world. She could tell that this lot came from bordertown, big big split city half on dragon and half on furry lands that handled all of the non-military and food trade between the dragon empire and the furry governments. Some of them had that rough look that living in that city gave it's residents. It was a dangerous place to go, but the rewards were great if you could keep your head, and your freedom.

One furry in particular caught her eye. He was being stubborn and refusing to go into the slave pens. He had somehow gotten out of line and a young dragon was trying to order him back. Devalyn rolled her eyes. They didn't get the best of recruits here. The war against the insects took the best, and only the best. Anyone who flunked out could find another career, or become a guard at the furry borders. This male was clearly unskilled as well as being new. He expected new slaves to obey just like a dragon would. He didn't understand that furries needed to be MADE to obey until they learned they place. They didn't have the natural, and correct instincts that a dragon did from it's first hatching. She strode over to the pair and said, "Back off, I'll handle this."

Sedrick turned his head to eye the newcomer and blinked at her glittering, and completely naked body. What was she, some sort of dragoness whore for the males here? No... she had armor, she was just carrying it on her back for some reason. Perhaps he could get her to listen to him. His being here was a mistake. He had sold many furry slaves to the dragon empire over the years. He would often sell the furries he caught and raped... if he didn't end up killing them instead. He didn't know who had ambushed him in the city, but he was NOT happy to wake up naked in a dragon slave camp! He turned to fully face the silver dragoness, feet planted in the dirt, looking her in the eye. He dealt with dragon slavers before. They respected strength.

Devalyn watched the white and black spotted dog turn and face her. She didn't know what breed he was, but who could keep track of all the crazy furry species. Dog was all she needed to know. And slave. This one clearly thought he was still back on the furry side of the border. Over there, on furry lands, dragons were the minority and furries had much more authority. In dragon terriroty... that attitude simply would NOT work, and where she would deal with a furry citizen with polite dominance over there, here she would not put up with anything from a mere SLAVE! She slid her tail stealthily forward between his legs, then up.

Sedrick watched the dragoness stare back at him. He didn't blink, didn't show any weakness. Not until something suddenly wrapped around him from behind, trapping his arms at his side as his chest was squeezed and then choking as the dragoness curled the end of her tail around his neck. With his arms trapped he couldn't get his hands up to pull at the tail around his throat as he gasped for air. He tried to retreat but she had stepped forward, planting her feet on top of his and pinning him in place. He could feel her toe talons pressing down over his feet to get a good grip and preventing him from yanking them away. He found himself pulled backward, bending at the waist as the tail yanked him back and the dragoness loomed over him.

Devalyn grinned as she held the dog trapped. She stroked his chin with her taloned fingers, giving his cheek a playful pinch. Below, her other hand moved between his legs to cup his balls. "Bad doggy" she said.

Sedrick erked as he felt the fingers grab his privates, and then nnnnghed in pain her fingers squeezed his balls, sending agony flowing into his belly and weakness down into his knees. He would have collapsed but the combination of tail and grip on his sack held him in place. "Ahhh..." he said in a wheezing voice and squirmed in her grip. He liked it rough, but this was more abuse than he cared to endure. He glared back up at the dragoness, angry and furious at her treatment of him but unable to strike back. It was not a situation he was used to being in!

Devalyn said softly, "You don't want to get in line, doggy?" She closed her fingers fractionally and was rewarded by seeing a bit of his anger melt away. This was a defiant one all right. She wondered what would break first, his pride, or his balls. She hissed, "If you don't like THIS line..." and squeezed considerably harder at the word before continuing, "...then perhaps I'll send you to the line for EUNUCHS." Squeeze!

Sedrick closed his eyes in pain, mouth open widely, hands grasping with curled fingers helplessly at his sides. The dragoness had tightened her grip when saying several of the words to make her point. By now he was reduced to a trembling, fur covered, whimpering puppy, the pressure unbearable! He opened his eyes, squinting through the pain and shivered at the look the dragoness was giving him. He survived by being able to read others. He considered himself an expert at manipulation and knowing what emotions were behind the masks others wore, and keeping his own hidden from them. Even with his vision in tears and his mind dulled by pain, one look told him all he needed to know. She was NOT bluffing. He urrrrrked as her fingers clenched harder, and he grudgingly gasped out... "ok... hunnngh... ok!"

Devalyn smirked, smiling at seeing the doggy accept her dominance of him. "Thats YES Mistress to you, slave" she said and curled her thumb down to add pressure to her already nearly ball-breaking grip.

Sedrick knew he had to give in now so he could fight later and swallowed his pride, "Yes Mistress... ahhhh... AHHHH!" The tail and hand were suddenly gone and he collapsed to the ground in a fresh wave of agony. She had yanked her hand from his crotch, but didn't bother to relax her grip first! He didn't know how long he lay curled up at her feet, but a few kicks brought him out of it and he slowly, painfully got to his feet... and into line. His lips were pulled back in half grimace, half snarl. He WOULD meet her again. Next time the tables would be turned, he swore. He shuffled forward, stomach cramping and pride wounded as he plotted his revenge.

Devalyn licked her fingers, tasting the dogs ball-sweat on them and hmmmed to herself as she strode off. Sethea had found a nice little unicorn toy for herself. Maybe she had just found her own little puppy! He did look like he would be fun to play with... and break.

Rickie watched with appreciation how the silver dragoness handled that dog. He had seen her around, and her golden partner. They made such a sexy pair, but scary too! He had not failed to notice their fondness for male genitals. The silver one especially. They must both be terrors in bed. He wondered if other male dragons avoided them, or if they were only abusive to slaves. He had to imagine they were both popular with the males. He grinned at the thought of both of them getting hammered by a big dragon, or better... tied up helplessly while HE got a chance at them, like he did with his Mistress. He turned to get another look at the sliver before she left. For some reason she was naked today and he wanted a GOOD look at that ass.

Devalyn swayed her ass as she walked, not failing to note the attention of the scrawny unicorn. She didn't like the look on his face, and snapped her head around and shouted, "You got a PROBLEM, boy?"

Rickie's grin turned to look of fright and he could FEEL his testicles trying to crawl up and hide in his crotch fur. He dropped to his knees in an instant and shooks his head, "Noooo... not at all, Miss!" He bowed down, driving the blunted tip of his horn hard into the dirt.

Devalyn stepped up to the groveling unicorn and sucked in her cheeks, regarding the little runt. He wore the green gemmed collar of a worker. A closer look showed he was assigned to the slavers guild. Hmmm. She said, "On your feet, slave! Quit groveling!"

Rickie didn't even THINK about correcting her that he had hooves and scrambled to his feet, "Thank you Miss!"

Devalyn pulled her lips back in a feral grin, "Don't thank me. I just wasn't about to bend over for the likes of you."

Rickie uhhed in confusion and then let out a scream of terror as he felt her fingers close around his furry nuts and then clench! It took him a moment to notice it didn't hurt, and risking a glance he saw she had gripped him with her fingers between his balls, punching the sac but not actually causing any real pain. Sweat still dampened his face and his knees threatened to clatter together. His Mistress wouldn't let her torture him, would she? She HAD protected him from that bear, and even had, well, not WORDS with his dragon owner, but made it clear he was under her protection. It wouldn't do any good if she did something permanent right now.

Devalyn said, "Slaves shouldn't look at dragons with such... naughty expressions on their faces."

Rickie whimpered. She had seen him watching her. Oh shit! He was no mere slave and had a pretty high status. Among OTHER slaves. To dragons he was still just a furry, and showing disrespect could quickly bring down the hammer of punishment. "I'm SO sorry Miss!" he stammered.

Devalyn said, "Are you now? I don't believe you are sorry enough. Maybe I should MAKE you sorry, hmmm?"

Rickie shivered and fought hard not to drop to his knees. His legs were weak and trembling and hardly able to hold him up. He somehow doubted if he fell that she would let go! "I... I am just a slave, Miss. Please punish me as you see fit." His stomach curled into a knot at the words. He knew what dragons wanted to hear, but this one... he knew what she wanted to do to him too. She and that gold had caught a group of unicorns recently and if the rumors of what they did to them was even slightly true, he was in BIG trouble. He wanted to cry out for help to his Mistress!

Almost as if she read his mind she said, "Perhaps you are aware of several unicorns I helped recently acquire."

Rickie nodded, eager to keep her talking. "Yes Miss! I know of them."

Devalyn said, "Perhaps I'll forgive your extremely bad behaviour if you do me a... favor."

Rickie grasped at the idea like a drowning colt, "OF course Miss! I'll do anything! Anything!"

Devalyn said, "I am unfortunately not wealthy enough to afford a unicorn slave of my own, let alone TWO... but those brothers I captured are SO sweet. My partner Sethea managed to get one of the assigned to where she could visit him. I want you to do the same for my two. Keep them in the camp somewhere I can see them when off duty."

Rickie hmmmed and licked his lip, forgetting for just a moment his situation as he thought about possibilities, rules and regulations, and of course, his duty to his Mistress. He said, "Hmmm... well I can't PROMISE anything of course. Anything I do must serve the needs of my superiors, and the good of the Dragon Empire. But if there is a place for them here, I WILL find it!"

Devalyn nodded. She liked this little unicorn. He talked like he was just a scrawny little dragon. No wonder he had earned his collar. She let his sac slip from between her fingers and nodded, "Very well. But fail... and you WILL suffer my wrath."

Rickie let out a deep breath and wobbled, "OF course Miss. As you see fit." His devious little mind spun as he thought. He wanted VERY badly to do what she told him. Not only would it save him a brutal beating, but screwing over unicorns was always worth it. They all deserved it after how they had treated him. Fucking assholes! He looked up at the dragoness and meekly said, "It would help if they were put in the right frame of mind to be manipulated, Miss. Perhaps... I could get your help?"

Devalyn cocked her head at the evil grin she saw, intrigued. "What did you have in mind, slave?"

...

Heldt hung painfully from the slave post. The past few days at the dragon slave camp had gone by in a blur. After being dumped in a pen, they had been separated and interrogated for what must have been DAYS, inspected, beaten and otherwise abused. Their temporary collars had been replaced with perfectly fitted thick and heavy permanent ones, clamped on by a huge and scary machine and without any seams it would have to be cut off. Then they actually snapped the tip of their horns off! It felt like someone had gouged out a part of his very skull. He didn't even know you could DO that to a unicorns horn! They were supposed to be near indestructible! Then he spent HOURS with his brother facing each other as yet another machine ground the ends of their sheared off horns together until they had been rounded to dull nubs. He only lost an inch or two, but it FELT like it was just a bump. A dull, short little thing. It still tingled... a weird itch hovering a foot above his head that he couldn't scratch. He wondered how long it would take to go away. \

The only good thing was he had been kept together with his brother. Poor Boll had been taken away by that gold dragoness never to be seen again. She probably ate him! Korath as well had been taken away by a scary black dragoness. Lewel was still around, not that he was in any shape to say anything. Something inside him broke from whatever those two evil dragons had done to him after their capture. Oh how he wished he had never set eyes on either of them. Curse their scaly hides! A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see a familiar, and very unwelcome face. The silver! He cried out in fear and shrank back. "MMmmmppprrrmph!"

Devalyn licked her lips as the two brothers cowered in fear. They looked SO cute with their ball gags. "How are my boys doing?" she said sweetly.

"Mrrrrmph!" said Hethor. His brother got out a, "Phhhhhesa dhont uuuurt mmmmaaahhh!"

"Please hurt me?" she said with a puzzled look.

"MMooooh! Uuuuuhhh-uhhhhaaah!" said Heldt, shaking his head madly.

Devalyn laughed and said, "Oh, I know what you said. I'm just playing. I like playing with you two. In fact... I'd want to buy you and take you home with me. It would be SO nice to wake up with you two at my side every day." She sighed and said eagerly, "And think of all the torture I could do to you!"

Heldt moaned and shuddered. It was his worst nightmare. Going home to that terrible, evil dragoness!

Devalyn said, "I'd invite Sethea over for sleepovers. We could BOTH torture you ALL night!"

Hethor let out a wail through his ball gag. Neither unicorn knew that Devalyn couldn't actually afford them. But what she said was perfectly true. She did WANT to buy them, and would certainly do all of those things to them.

Devalyn said, "It would be worth ever bit of gold to win you once you are auctioned." She suddenly snarled at them, a cruel look filling her face, eyes narrowed as she crouched down low in front of Hethor. She could smell his fear, and it was delicious. Her long tongue shot out and wrapped around his balls, pulling them into her mouth as her jaws closed down.

Hethor shuddered and nearly peed himself, urking at the rough tug at his balls, and eyes going wide as the teeth came down like she was going to bite them off. "MMMMmrrmrmrmmmmmmmpppppphhhh!"

"No torturing or sampling the slaves! They are due for another inspection tonight and need to be in shape for it. Get going!" said Rickie as he walked up to the three of them.

Devalyn let go with her tongue and spit out the balls. Ptoooh! She calmly stood and faced the runt of a unicorn.

Hethor and Heldt watched as the little unicorn came to their rescue, and both winced as the silver punched him in the stomach, folding him over and dropping him to the ground.

"That was a VERY rude thing to say, SLAVE!" said Devalyn.

Rickie groaned, clutching his stomach. She had pulled her punch for sure, but still hit him hard enough to knock the wind out of him. She probably did it just to make it look good, or, just because she was a cruel bitch! He decided it must be both. He rolled onto his back just in time for a foot to come down on his nose, pressing the back of his head into the dirt. "Rrrrrgmph!"

Devalyn said, "Lick, bitch."

Rickie did so, grimacing at the dirty taste. He much preferred the top of a dragons foot. He had gotten used to that... it was almost like a handshake with dragons. This was nastier, and more humiliating and he flushed. He and the silver dragoness may be putting on a show for the two unicorns, but she was NOT playing. She was SERIOUS in her domination of him, and he submitted with no hesitation at all.

Devalyn hrmphed and said, "Don't ever speak to me like that again, boy." She gave him a kick in the side and stalked off.

Rickie groaned, getting to his knees and panting. He eventually stood up and looked at the two unicorns who were slumped in relief to see their tormentor driven off. "Here, let me get those for you."

Heldt coughed and worked his jaw painfully as the ball gag was removed. He looked around and then back at the unicorn that had rescued him, "You have to get us out of here! You don't know what she is going to DO to us! Please... help us escape!"

Hethor said, "Oh get us some clothes?" He was embarrassed to be strung up all naked and unable to hide. The first time a naked unicorn mare was hauled past he even got an erection. He had been SO humiliated. After that he kept his eyes on the dirt, not wanting to see any more mares. It did not escape him the irony of it all, he had come here because he wanted to see them, and rescue them. Now just looking at them brought shame. It made his cheeks burn to think of the several erections he got, sometimes he didn't even know WHY as several were when no girls were around at all. His mind must have been thinking of them at the time.

Rickie shook his head sadly, "I can't, I'm sorry. There are too many guards, and I don't have keys or anything. I wish I could... but I'm just a slave like you. I 'm just good at paperwork so they have me at a desk instead of, well, instead of being a dragons sex toy." He hid a grin. The truth was he didn't mind being Leshyet's sex toy! Not with the games SHE played with him! He felt sorry for the dragons. Poor things couldn't lie. Well, that wasn't true. They COULD but it HURT them to do it. He on the other hand could tell lies all day long, especially to a pair of dumb unicorns like these two. They looked like jocks, and he hated them even more than any other type. Except for hot mares. He hated those stuck up bitches the worst of all!

Heldt nodded, "Can't you do ANYTHING? She's going to... to..." He couldn't bring himself to even say what she was going to do to them, it was too horrible to think of, or remember.

Rickie said, "Welllll... I do handle slave paperwork. Maybe I could get you assigned somewhere else before you are auctioned off. Then she couldn't buy you."

Heldt said, "Oh PLEASE do that? We would be SO gratefull... you have NO idea what she is like!"

Rickie said smoothly, "You better tell me what I need to avoid. There is an opening at the Farm of course, but you probably don't want to spend the rest of your lives being eaten by dragons."

Hethor looked horrified and broke in, "They DO that?"

Rickie nodded, "Oh yes... and unicorns are special because we can heal. They just eat a little at a time."

Hethor said, "Not there! Don't send us there!"

Rickie said, "Relax, I won't. But you better tell me what else you don't want to have happen to you."

Heldt said, "No torture? She... she really hurt us you know... down... down there."

Hethor nodded his agreement, "Yeah... that fucking HURT."

Rickie said, "Ok, no sexual torture."

Hethor winced at the blunt, but true words.

"What else?" said Rickie.

"Can we go to the same place?" asked Hethor, looking at his brother with worry.

Heldt nodded, "Definitely. They kept us together so far... but I don't want to stay here alone!"

Rickie nodded, "Shouldn't be a problem." It wouldn't either. They clearly were very close, and dragons just LOVED those kind of hooks to manipulate slaves with. "Ok, what else don't you want done to you?"

Heldt looked around and whispered, "Uh... some of the dragons that were looking at us were, uh, you know... dudes! I'm NOT into that!"

Hethor said, "Me either! No way... yeah... no boy dragons!" He erked as he felt a stirring in his groin and willed it away with an effort. Stop that!

Rickie gave Hethor a look, hmming and making mental note. "Right... no guys. Good to know. These dragons love a good assfucking, or making you suck their cocks."

Hethor bit his lip and shook his head, "No, no way... not that, please." He squirmed, the pink tip of his cock emerging from his sheath before slowly settling back down.

Rickie suppressed a chuckle. Interesting. Their paperwork didn't say anything about suppressed gay desires in the smaller of the two brothers. Dragons were usually so GOOD at that sort of thing. He will get a bonus for that one. He moved on, "So... what else? Do you have any major fears?"

Heldt said, "No... not really. I... well... I don't like heights but that doesn't matter."

Hethor said, "Clothes! Could we go somewhere we got to wear clothes?"

Heldt said, "Oh! Yes... please? I don't like being naked... everyone is LOOKING at me!"

Rickie nodded, "I don't see a problem there."

Both brothers phewed out in relief.

Rickie said, "So... you don't like being watched and seen, is that it?"

The brothers nodded in unison. Heldt said, "We were kinda private you know... I mean... we didn't hide away like some dork, we were popular of course! But I guess... we just didn't like a lot of attention you know?"

Rickie said, "Shy. Got it."

Heldt said, "Not shy! No no no. Not at all, just private!" He tugged at his wrists, wishing he could give the scrawny unicorn a shoulder punch to show how not shy he was. "I wasn't one of THEM, ok?"

Rickie said, "One of WHO?"

Heldt said, "Shy! Losers. You know the type."

Rickie kept a firm grip on his emotions and nodded. Oh, he knew the type all right. He had been one all his life. Until now. Here he wasn't shy at all, or powerless. Not like these dumb jerks. Anyone dumb enough walk INTO dragon lands willingly deserved everything they got. He smirked at and idea the two had just given him. "Ok... here is what you do. Several dragons will be examining you, seeing if you will be better suited to be auctioned off or to be placed beforehand. You have any skills? Sports maybe?"

Heldt said, "Well of course. Thats how we all met." He looked around, sad at the missing faces of his friends. He even missed Boll, which he would never have admitted to before. The big guy didn't have brains, but was a familiar face all the same.

Rickie said, "Well then, if a dragon mentions games and competitions, you act very excited. Say you love games and love to perform for the crowd."

Heldt looked uneasy, "Well, I like games... but kinda didn't like the ones where a lot of people watched." He didn't mind them watch him win, but when he lost... it was just too much. He hated to loose, especially when it meant the fillies were all suddenly cheering for some OTHER team.

Rickie said sternly, "You want to end up with Devalyn?"

Hethor said, "No! No! Not her! I'll play games! That sounds WAY better!"

Heldt nodded, "Yeah... right... ANYTHING has to be better than her. Ok... we like games and showing off. That will get us away from her?"

Rickie said, "I'll do what I can. But the ONLY way I can get you assigned is if you get a good recommendation from one of their agents." He patted both brothers on their shoulder, "Well, I need to write up some reports... but remember what I said. Games. Don't forget."

Heldt said, "We won't... and thank you."

Rickie nodded, "Don't worry... it will all work out!" He gave them both a smile before walking off, hooves clopping on the stone of the pathway.

Heldt turned to his little brother and said, "Wow... that was lucky! Imagine if he hadn't shown up... we would be going to live with that... with HER!"

...

Rickie laughed he read bits of the report. "Eager to play games. Deep loyalty to each other. Natural entertainers" he said, laughing harder at each.

Devalyn looked down at the unicorn, not laughing back. "And what does this all MEAN, slave?"

Rickie coughed and sobered. "It means they are being assigned to public service, here in the slave camp. They will be put on display, humiliated, and passing dragons... and in particular, a sliver dragoness... will be free to toy with them."

Devalyn brightened and smiled, "Oooh... I do love watching those! My favorite is the hanging game!"

Rickie gulped and nodded. He was not at all comfortable with EVERYTHING the dragons did. That particular 'game' was still rather disturbing. Slaves were lifted up by ropes around their necks and 'hung' for a period of time. They had to entice dragons to fuck them and lift them up, relieving the pressure. Not all the players in that game survived, although the dragons were careful to keep the casualties to a minimum. But possible death was part of the attraction, so they didn't try TOO hard. "Yes, they will play that. As unicorns they can be revived with ease even after several minutes of death, once they are given air again. Mostly the two will be forced to compete against each other, the loser getting raped. They will be on display, humiliated... and made to hurt and degrade each other."

Devalyn smiled and murrred in her barracks. It had been several days she she last encountered the little unicorn. He did a good job. Very fast, and a PERFECT position for those two brothers. She would make sure to get the schedule and show up for the best games. The ones with plenty of audience participation! Perhaps the dragons in charge would let her help, She DID have them rather terrified of her. She certainly could add quite a bit. Maybe she could be what the losing unicorn gets as punishment. She murred. "Well done, slave... I am very pleased."

Rickie beamed, "Thank you Miss! It was my pleasure to serve you." He was just happy to have survived his encounter with all his parts. He ummed as he saw her looking at him with a leer, "I... uh... maybe need to..."

Devalyn pulled the little stallion closer and nuzzled at his crotch, "I was interrupted before..."

Rickie didn't dare protest any more and groaned as a tongue slid inside his sheath and coaxed out his cock. He groaned, feeling the silver dragons suck him to full hardness. Other dragoness chuckled and jeered but he ignored her... it felt SO good. She bobbed her head on his cock and he groaned, hands held stiffly at his side, not wanting to touch her for fear of what she might do. He shuddered and moaned, feeling her hand at his balls, but she just played with them.

Devalyn smirked as she toyed with the little stallion. His small cock and tiny balls were kinda cute, nothing at all like most stallions, let along a dragon. She smirked... time to finish...

Rickie hurr hurred as she bobbed her head, his head swimming with pleasure... and all too soon his still inexperienced cock exploded. He ahhed as he felt her mouth pull back and a hand press his cock to his belly, making him cum all over his chest and the underside of his chin. He shudders as the orgasm slowed... and as it was ebbing he felt her wrap something tight around the base of his cock. Erk? He looked down... she had bent a metal band around his cock. Like a cock ring, but wrapped around tight. That was not going to slide off! He urked again as she squeezed with strong dragon fingers to further clamp it down, then smacked his ass. Yelp!

"Get, boy. Don't let me catch you staring at my ass again either!"

Rickie blushed as he ran from the barracks, dragons laughing at him as he fled, cock dripping and flapping. He groaned once he was far enough away. He tried to get the metal off but his fingers were not strong enough to pry the metal strip apart. He doubted any furry could do it. It would take the fingers of another dragon to free him. He groaned. It was going to be a long walk back to his desk. He hoped his Mistress would take it off for him. She might very well make him wear it all day! Fucking silver bitch! It looked like he didn't escape COMPLETELY unscathed. Still... she could have put it around his balls instead! He nearly ran back to the office at that scary thought, holding his erection in his had to keep it from flapping around and convinced she had changed her mind and was right behind him!

...

Heldt and Hethor walked eagerly behind the big dragon. Just as promised, they had been interviews by several dragons and they put on a show about being happy to perform and play sports. "I wonder what kind of games they play here... do you think we will be any good? Will they be nice to us if we play well? I don't want to be punished again..." asked Hethor in a whisper.

Hethor shrugged, "I don't care what it is... as long as we are FAR from those crazy silver and gold dragons!" He wished he could be as easily reassured as his little brother.

Heldt shuddered and nodded as they walked quickly to keep pace with the dirty-yellow colored dragon. The more he saw of the dragon camp the more he wanted to leave. Everywhere he saw dragons, big and mean looking, and furries being abused or led around on leashes or worse. But many were just wandering on their own. Why didn't they rise up and fight or escape? They were only a few days... well maybe more from the furry border. He was still not used to all the different furry kinds he had encountered here. He had lived mostly among unicorns, and the pure white ones at that. Seeing all the rabbits and foxes and dogs and cats was a little disturbing.

He sniffed at the sudden smell of food, then snorting as he smelled mostly meat. His stomach growled anyway at the faint smell of cooking vegetables mixed in with the nasty meat the dragons ate. He turned his head as he caught strange notes coming from inside the restaurant. Through the wide double doors he could see a black unicorn mare all dressed up in red bondage, kneeling on a stage and singing softly to some stringed instrument in her lap. Heldt craned his neck trying to keep her in sight a bit longer, then urrrked as he was yanked nearly off his hooves by the dragon leading him.

The dragon growled, "Keep your eyes on my heels, slave or I'll drag you the rest of the way." He glanced into the doorway and chuckled, "Oh, you like the pretty pony, do you?"

Heldt bristled at the dragon calling a unicorn a PONY. She might not have his pure white hair and beautiful golden mane, but she was still a unicorn! He would have huffed in anger, but being naked, collared, and held on the tips of his hooves by a leash in the hands of a BIG growling dragon quickly snuffed out that instinct.

The dragon said, "Take a good look. Corezha is just on loan here while her Master is doing business in the camp and I doubt you will see her again. Now THAT is a proper slave. Obedient, submissive, skilled and happy to put her talents to use serving her Master. I'll be sad to see her go. But you two? If a drake snapped you up right now I'd only be annoyed about needing to collect reimbursement for my time. You are not worth the dirt under my talons! Now MOVE!"

Heldt hurked as he was yanked forward again and dragged off, humiliated at being called worthless almost more than being called a slave. He shook his head. Happy to serve? Happy? How could anyone be HAPPY with being a dragon's slave! He clopped along with his emotions in a giant tangle. So many furries were serving the dragons without complaint or struggle. Could they REALLY make him do it too? He thought about the dragons that captured him and shuddered. If it meant keeping those two monsters away, then he might... just might try and make whoever bought him happy. He continued on, side by side with his brother between the dragon.

Rounding a corner they both gaped in shock as they were brought into a large circular fair-like setup. There were stages and platforms and constructions... and furry slaves hanging, balanced or strapped to most of them. It looked like a carnival. Not a big one, there were only a handful of platforms... but he was glad there were not more, for the ones he saw were terrifying. All the more because he wasn't entirely sure what was happening to the poor furry slaves, but from their expressions and sounds, it wasn't very pleasant!

The dragon Master grinned, "Here we are, your new home."

"Whaaa..." said Heldt. "But... but we were supposed to go somewhere else! This is too close! She will find us here!" Even if those two evil dragons were not here, he wouldn't want to stay anywhere NEAR a place like this! He shook his head, "It's a mistake! We are athletes!" He added the last, remembering what the helpful unicorn told him to say.

The dragon smirked, "Oh, I thought that little unicorn had some kind of scheme going. So you two thought you were being sent away from here? To do what, exactly?"

Hethor spoke with rising panic, "Thought? What? We were to play sports games! Somewhere else!"

"Anywhere else! Far away!" cried Heldt.

Waving a hand about the dragon laughed and said, "You will play games all right... but not the kind you were expecting." He eyed the two unicorns in delight. He had at first suspected that he had been cheated somehow, but he could see that on the contrary, these two would make WONDERFUL contestants. They had athletic ability, but not too much, and were clearly terrified of staying here. He didn't know why they had been lied too, and he tsked in distaste at how easily and often the furries did that. But as long as they didn't lie to a DRAGON, he considered it just another dirty habit, like scratching at fleas. He dismissed whatever scheme the little unicorn was running. It did not matter, and their fear and panic would ensure they would put on quite a show.

Heldt whined and looked around, and quickly looked back at the dirt, a view he was getting used to. He saw three furries hanging by their necks, legs kicking, gesturing in obscene ways to passing dragons. He didn't know what kind of game THAT was, but he wanted no part of it! Before he had looked away, he saw that one of them looked about ready to pass out, her mouth gasping for breath, hands slipping from the ropes. He refused to look back up. He wouldn't!

The dragon yanked on their leashes and hauled them up to a small stand. There was a strange device in the center. It was a pole standing on end with a heavy metal shape on the top that narrowed to a fine point. The pole was on a pivot so it could move from side to side, and behind it was a curved board with markings on it. It looked like a scale... but the two platforms to either side were fixed in place, so it wasn't for weighing.

Heldt and Hethor were pulled up onto the stage by a pair of furry helpers, one on each side of the center pole. They were made to face each other as their ankles were locked in place and their collars attached to poles behind them. Heldt looked at the curved, painted board behind the large pivoting marker. It had a small section in the center that was green, and the rest was red. There were no numbers or other markings. He didn't know what it meant, but was sure it was nothing good. Another oddity was the pole holding up the dial of the 'scale' had two cups on it at about hip level, one facing him, and the other his brother. He squirmed, but all he could do was move his hips, his neck and ankles secured, and hands bound behind his back.

The dragon said, "This game is easy. A customer will pay to start a timer. You two must work together to keep the needle in the green. If you do, the dragon loses. If it goes into the red, whichever of you it pointing at gets raped by the customer." He pointed to the pole in the center, the tip indeed narrowing to a point where it rested along the green and red markings.

Hethor whined, "Rrrrraped? No... I don't like this game!" He struggled but could do nothing but gyrate his hips, bound just as securely as his brother.

Heldt shook his head, no no no. This can't be happening! He suddenly gasped as he felt something touch him. One of the furry helpers was down on her knees, sucking at his sheath and fondling his balls. He groaned, helpless as she got him arouse... her tongue swirled and stroked in JUST the right places. He heard his brother crying and yelling "Stop, stop!" and saw that he didn't even get a GIRL to help, it was a male fox licking at his quickly erecting cock. A familiar metal ring was clamped around the base of his shaft and he moaned, knowing nothing he could do would make his boner go away now. He looked away, not wanting to see his brother's shaft. That first night they were captured that horrible silver dragoness made them put each others in their muzzles! He still shuddered at the humiliation of it, and never, EVER wanted to see that part of his brother's anatomy again! Looking down he saw his cock was aimed near the cup. Was he supposed to push it with his dick? Fucking dragons and their sick minds!

"Ahhh, we have a player" said the dragon game Master. A loud tick-tick sound began, and with a loud click, the needle's brake was released and it began to wobble.

Hethor looked around in a panic, and then his eyes went wide and white. He let out a high pitched shriek and yelled, "Noooooooooo!!!!!"

Heldt turned his head with a sick feeling of dread, and gulped as he saw the silver dragoness handing a coin to a furry slave helper. "No... no... oh please no." He grunted as the needle swing in his direction and he whined... he had to get it back in the middle! He jerked his hips around, his cock flopping about. Damn damn damn! With panicked movements he finally got the tip of his cock to settle into the cup and gave a push, only to yell out in pain. There were sharp things in there! He pulled back, expecting to see blood, but there were only angry red marks from where the pointy inside of the cup had pressed. But now the needle was swinging back at him and he thrusted with his hips, shoving it back to the middle, and over. It took more effort than he expected... that metal tip on top must be solid metal to make it so heavy!

Hethor yelled, "What are you doing! Stop it! Stop!" He struggled to get his cock into his cup, quickly discovering the painfully inside, but not caring and shoving hard, grunting at the weight, his cock bending under the strain as he shoved the need back to his brother side.

"Fuck!" said Heldt. "We have to keep it in the middle! Easy! Catch it!" he said. he worked his hips, holding the weight of the damn thing on his penis, and slowly pushed it back to the middle. As it tilted more and more upright it became easier and easier to push, but there was no way to STOP it. "Now now now now!" he yelled.

Hethor squirmed and struggled, managing to catch it before it went TOO far into the red, but it missed the sliver of green. "No... no... get back!" he said and pushed, biting his tongue in concentration.

Heldt groaned, pushing and pulling back... watching the needle sway back and forth, always moving, never quite managing to get it to stop in the middle. Time... he needed more time to figure this out. But... how much time was left. He looked around wildly, not seeing the timer. "Where is the fucking clock?" he asked his brother.

Devalyn smirked, "Right there." She pointed to a small box at the front of the stand.

Heldt looked, but couldn't see the rimer from where he was. "I can't see that!" he complained inf frustration.

Devalyn smirked, "Of course not... it's part of the game. But... I'd hurry if I were you. Or... just shove it over to your little brother. You have the bigger dick and more muscles... you could force him to lose."

Heldt grimaced. Even with all the fear of the silver dragoness, that made him mad. He was NOT going to turn on his brother. Even... even if it meant letting HER get him. He squirmed and struggled... the needle going back and forth slower now, but still spending far too much time in the red.

Devalyn watched the timer count down... enjoying seeing the brothers fighting to win the game. She knew it took a LOT of practice to win this one. She was going to have FUN playing it with them. Once they got good and started to win more than they lost... well... they would just be moved to another game. She knew how this worked.

The needle bounced back and forth... from one brother to the other... until there was a final click and the brake snapped into place, freezing the needle.

The two unicorns stared at each other, and then both turned their heads to look at the needle. It's wasn't in the green.

Hethor screamed, "Noooooo! Nooooo! Not me! Please.. do it again... give me another chance!" He thrashed against his bonds and shrank back as the dragoness reached for him.

Devalyn smiled toothily and licked the nose of the trembling unicorn, "Oh my... SO many ways I can play with you. Which one shall I choose to do.... first?"

Hethor howled, "No! Get away! Pleeeeeease!"

Devalyn smirked and pulled an object from her belt. She had come prepared.

Hethor mmmmmphed as a large dildo was rammed into his mouth. He could feel the slightly rubbery surface pressing down on his tongue as it slid inward, filling his muzzle and turning his words into distorted grunts and noises. He choked as the tip pushed against the back of his throat, the feeling so invasive and humiliating! Then he tastes it... it was coated in something spicy. He hacked and tried to spit it out but the silver dragoness had looped a leather strap around his nose and cinched it tight, forcing him to bite down. Ugh! He did NOT like spices, most unicorns didn't. Sweet fruits and grains were what he wanted, not this sharp, burning taste! He looked into Devalyn's eyes and saw that she KNEW. She had done this to him on purpose. He whimpered and hacked... miserable and knowing it was just the beginning.

Heldt closed his eyes as the he saw the silver dragoness begin to 'play' with his little brother. He flattened his ears as much as he could, trying to block out the sounds of muffled pleading, begging, and then the simple, yet terrible sounds of his brother crying out in pain. Even without looking, even without words, he KNEW what was being done to his brother with every yelp, grunt and scream. She had done such things to him often enough, and knew now that it would eventually happen to him again. And again.