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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 51 - Rounds 2

_ 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 squirmed as she was led by her Master to their next stop. He often used his tail on her like a leash, but instead of her neck, today he had hooked the tip right into her sex and pulled her along by it. It was NOT at all comfortable and worse, it was not helping her try and calm down after being pounced by his harem girls earlier. She was STILL hot, and wet from that. Even her nipples were tingling, making sure she couldn't easily dismiss her arousal. She errrked as the tail gave a pull and she turned to face a new set of doors. She wondered what she would find behind them. Her dragon Master was doing his weekly rounds, and today was bringing her with him to show her how things ran. She was a guard now. Still a slave too, but with duties and some very small freedoms. She had seen his office and harem already. The office wasn't bad, but the harem... her poor pussy!

Rahmor licked his lips, enjoying the warm, wet feel of his slaves sex on his tail. He may have to make this his preferred way of guiding his newest slave guard. It would certainly keep her in line! He looked forward to this stop on his weekly lair inspection, there was always something good here. He unlocked the doors and pushed them open, entering, and taking Tamira with him.

The cave was large, with a high ceiling and very well lit with the glowing stones that provided smokeless light for the dragons in their lairs. Tamira looked around and saw just as much wealth as was displayed in her Master's harem, but of a different sort. Art of all kinds, and in various stages of completion filled the room. There were oil paintings, tapestries, stone statues, gleaming metal jewelry and of course metal bondage. Fancy metal bondage with pretty designs, but bondage and tools all the same. The weight of her own metal collar seemed to weigh down onto her shoulders just a bit heavier. She glanced around and saw three furries, all slaves like her. There was a raccoon sitting in front of a large canvas with a half finished painting of Rahmor and a green dragoness. She guessed it was the same one she had met before, but both dragons were unfinished so she couldn't say for sure. The raccoon had a nice body of course, for a raccoon. Tamira couldn't get a good view of her sex, but the coon's breasts were nicely shaped. She shook her head in annoyance as she realized she was checking out the slave. Immediately she felt ashamed and guilty. That poor raccoon was a slave, just like her and was not showing off her body by choice. What had gotten into her? Oh yeah... a Doberman's tongue! She glanced at the other two furries. One was some breed of pony seated at a stone table that looked to be carved from the wall of the cave itself. She was detailing a pair of metal bracelets, or probably cuffs. On the other side of the room a wolf was eyeing a large stone sculpture of a drake. Only it's head and shoulders were formed, the rest was still a big stone block. Tamira wondered how they even got that thing in here, since it looked far too heavy to move.

When Rahmor entered all three of the slaves stopped working and slid to their knees, facing their Master. Rahmor pulled his tail from Tamira's wet sex and looked about. "Tamira, these are my art slaves. They are all very good at what they do, and serve me by creating for me. Some of the carvings in the hallways were done by Vanes here," he said pointing at the wolf.

Vanes dipped her head silently in recognition and smiled. She had set down the hammer and chisel and now rested her hands politely in her lap.

Rahmor walked over to inspect her latest work. He nodded in approval, a very good rendition of his drake. So far. He patted the wolf on the head, "Very good. The stone is of the quality required?"

Vanes nodded her head and said in a soft, almost child like voice, "Yes Master. It is very well formed with no flaws and takes well to hammering and chipping. It will render much detail when I am finished with the rough outline."

Rahmor nodded, inspecting the partially finished sculpture with pleasure. "Very good.. I am pleased."

The wolf smiled up at the blue dragon, happy to have pleased him. She squirmed as he slid his hand down to cup a breast, fingering a nipple until it hardened. She let out a soft moan, not really minding the occasional fuck he gave her. It was far better than being raped several times a day, rough and hard and tossed aside until the next time. She got to create such wonderful things here. Besides... she DID get horny sometimes, and being the only male in the lair... she didn't have many options. She felt his hand slide from her and watched him turn his attention elsewhere, disappointed, but only for a moment. Even on a good day that cock still hurt!

Rahmor said, "That little thing over there is my crafty little workhorse. She is good at making custom bondage designs when I need something pretty to bind a slave with. Quite capable of modifying existing bondage to make it look nicer, or to add an extra spike or sharpen existing ones."

The pony dipped her head and smiled at the dragon, happy to be able to work on the bondage, and not be IN it.

Rahmor led Tamira over to the pony's workspace and showed her various cuffs and bondage devices. "She is very good at working with existing items. Maintaining weapons, fixing broken tools and metal objects. She really shines in decorating them. Adding in gold highlighting, jewels, pleasing shapes and fancy detailing." He inspected her work and nodded, "Good good... much of what I requested is done and they can be put on the right slaves."

The pony caught the subtle warning. Yes... the right slaves, as opposed to putting them on her. Some of his bondage devices were simply infernal, and unfinished detail work often added sharp and painful corners and points to them. She had been forced to wear them before when she failed to perform as requested and was happy her work was up to standards this time. He didn't work her too hard, but he knew what she was capable of and did not accept her slacking off for very long. It was better than being a fuck toy, that was for sure. Rahmor often made sure they remembered that.

Rahmor turned to the raccoon and said, "Felena here is my painter and sketch artist. I need to get you and a few other of my unicorn slaves to pose with me for a nice mural. Perhaps Telly and Sabeth can join in. Sabeth has her decorations and Telly has my eggs in her... should make for a nice photo. Perhaps one more... Dana would look good next to you, wouldn't she?"

Tamira bit her lip as she thought about her friend who she wished could be more than friends. She had a crush on the pretty little thing, that was for sure. But Dana was very solidly a straight girl and Tamira might be able to beat up a stallion, she would never BE one. She sighed, thinking about Dana's perfect curves and fine... stop that! She focused back on what Rahmor was saying.

The big blue dragon was looking at the painting of him and the dragoness Zoriah. He was not pleased. "This is still not finished, slave? Tell me you have something else to show for your time?"

Felena looked nervous, her raccoon mask showing worry and apprehension. "Master... I am sorry. I've been having a hard time with it."

Rahmor crossed his arms and looked at the raccoon girl. He knew she was capable of very fine work, and speedy too, when she was inspired. When told to draw something she didn't enjoy she could sometimes be a bit slow and hard to motivate. Well, he would just have to fix that! He said, "Get up and present your ass, slave!"

The raccoon let out a soft whimper, knowing what was coming... a spanking. Probably a hard one too! But she did not refuse, and slowly got to her feet and bent over, and without much of a delay, lifted her tail.

Rahmor hmmmed and eyed the raccoon, "Hmmm, I don't see any signs of obvious bruising... so it's not your stool that's uncomfortable and causing your lack of concentration."

Felena looked back in confusion, "My stool, Master? It's comfortable." It was too, with a soft padding and sized to fit her perfectly. She wondered what the dragon was getting at. He clearly had something in mind and that was NEVER good!

Rahmor said, "Let's try an experiment to test if you need something more comfortable to sit on." He said, "Someone replace this canvas with some paper and fetch her sketching tools. Use the largest size of sheet. Give her plenty of room to work with." With a swift kick, Rahmor sent the stool sliding off to the side, and then pulled a heavier and sturdier chair into place, and promptly sat down on it. He idly grabbed the edge of his kilt and hiked it up, just in time for his cock to slide from his sheath and erect, the dark red pole jutting upward. He looked at the raccoon, "Sit. Now."

Felena gulped as she looked at the dragons lap, and the large cock. She knew exactly what 'sit' meant and hesitated before nodding in resignation. "Yes Sir," she said and turned her back on the blue dragon. She hated when he decided to use her like this, and regretted being so slow with his latest painting. She knew he was going to be inspecting their progress but just couldn't seem to focus on her work. Now she was going to pay the price and have to endure another rape. She shuddered, hating being used like a common whore. She was a skilled artist, not some strumpet! Wincing she backed up to press the tip of the dragons cock to her sex, reaching down to grasp it and guide it in as she slowly, very slowly sat downward. She unnnged. It was a tight fit at the best of times, and she was not wet, ready, or willing which made it all the harder. She may not be a whore, but she WAS a slave... and as much as she hated it, she knew she had to do this, or a far worse punishment would certainly be coming.

Tamira wanted to turn away, but worried it might be seen as insulting. Turning her back on her Master just seemed like a bad idea, and likely to get her the same treatment. So she watched as the raccoon struggled to take a seat in the dragons lap. She knew just how painful that bumpy, ribbed and ridged shaft could be, especially when a girl didn't WANT it. Which for her, was all the time!

Rahmor growled in pleasure as his slave sat down on him, enfolding his cock in her warm sex. He rrrrrred, and then grinned wide as he felt his cocktip bump her cervix and felt as much as heard her gasp of pain. She wasn't able to take his full length and had to half crouch there. To help, he slid his hands under her ass and squeezed, holding her rump and giving her something to sit on.

"Thank you Master..." said Felena, wincing and groaning at the huge invasion of her sex. She looked forward and saw her painting was gone, replaced with a white sheet of paper, her pencils and inks set up beside her by one of the other girls. She groaned, wondering how hard she would be fucked this time. Then a VERY unwelcome feeling presented itself. She could feel the dragons cock spines rising, both the ones along the underside and the smaller, but no less sharp tips that ringed his cockhead. She gasped and swore under her breath as what felt like needles began to lightly prick the inside of her vagina. They didn't do much more than press their pointed tips against her flesh, but it was so sensitive that it FELT like she was being stabbed with dozens of needled. "Ooooh... Master... please..." she whined.

Rahmor said, "Relax, slave... I'm not planning to FUCK you, just sit here and watch you draw me something erotic and interesting. So draw. If you start to bore me, or I lose interest, I'll simply leave."

Felena didn't think that sounded too bad, until he gave her a slight push with his hands, lifting her only a tiny fraction of an inch, but enough to make all the barbs on his cock catch and tug at her flesh. "Uuuuuuuuungh!" Fear rushed through her as she suddenly got his meaning. If he left, he would have to pull out! She quickly grabbed a pencil and stared at the large expanse of white... quick... have to work fast. She glanced around for inspiration and saw the unicorn guard. Although she had not met any until now, she of course knew of all his new unicorn slaves. Careful not to lift up off her 'seat' she grabbed a pencil and began to sketch.

Tamira wondered why she was suddenly so worried. She didn't look like she enjoyed taking that cock, so why be so afraid of him leaving. She watched the raccoon start to draw, finding herself curious to see how it was done. There were not a lot of artists in her patrol group and she had never seen anything but crude drawings before. It didn't look like much at first. Circles and ovals and some lines here and there. Like a cross, no... it was an anthro shape. Like a featureless practice dummy she had trained on, arms outstretched, legs slightly spread. Then more detail started to fill it out. Breasts, so it was female. A more defined muzzle, a few lines at the feet made it clear they were hooves. Then a horn was drawn in. Ahh, a unicorn. When she saw next detail she blushed. A cap on the horn. That was meant to be HER!

Rahmor watched, nodding in approval. Tamira. A good choice. Next another group of light circles and lines to one side began to form. He had watched her draw many times and recognized this one instantly, it was himself. In the picture he was standing, looking at Tamira, arms crossed, shown from behind. Beneath him another form took shape. A kneeling figure, her muzzle pressed under his tail, her hands bound behind her back and some sort of dildo in her pussy and ass. No, not dildos... paintbrushes. He ahhed, then saw Felena sketch in the raccoon mask on the face of the kneeling girl. Good... very good. He liked where this was going.

Felena hoped her Master was enjoying the show, biting her lip and sketching furiously. She finished sketching Rahmor, making sure to detail his cock, adding in all the spines and spikes. She drew them much larger than they actually were, but she was only drawing how they FELT inside her, which was huge and massive. Looking at her own image she hmmed and drew in more paintbrushes in her sex, then added some heavy nipple clamps and weights to her nipples. She hoped the more humiliating she was in the picture, the less he would actually DO to her. Remembering her first days and weeks of captivity she made sure to show herself in the most submissive and humiliating pose she could come up with. The dragons that captured and then trained her made it very clear how much importance they put on slaves knowing their place, and she wanted to make SURE her Master knew that she had not forgotten! She added a few more details to make it clear she was rimming him, then moved back to Tamira.

Tamira watched as two squares were drawn under each arm, then another under her breasts. What were those? Some sort of harem outfit? Could be... the harem girls wore some pretty clothes, and like the image, they didn't cover anything, leaving the crotch and breasts bare. She frowned as the squares were lined in heavier. She was now holding the two squares, one in each hand, and the other was... what were those... nipple clips holding it up? Tamira watched din confusion as the raccoon started drawing more details on the squares. The one on her left arm had a pole and some thing bigger on top... were those eyes? Oh! She flushed again as she realized what it was. It was her, again... a closeup of her head with a familiar cock in her mouth. She rubbed at her chin absentmindedly, wondering if the harem girls had missed some of the cum on her face, or if the artist just knew Rahmor's tastes. Then another image appeared on the square under her other arm. This time it was the raccoon giving that same cock head. But there was something else in her mouth... or... a ring gag. She felt dirty for just knowing what that device was. Before her capture she had no idea such things even existed. But now she understood what the squares were. They were OTHER pictures hanging from her arms, and one by her breasts. She was being used as an art stand. She frowned, hoping Rahmor wouldn't like that idea and make her do it.

Rahmor liked the sight of Tamira being used as an art stand and filed it away for future consideration. He was enjoying the look of this one. Felena WAS a good artist, and had a great imagination, but needed a bit of coaxing now and then. Some dragons didn't understand the creative process and had trouble with such slaves. You couldn't just MAKE an artist create like you could MAKE a slave fuck you. Whipping or beating them just made it worse. Sometimes nothing at all worked, and you had to just wait it out. Not all dragons were that patient. Luckily Felena responded to threats like this and it was only rarely that she needed stronger encouragements. She knew that if she did not perform, her body would be made to instead. He had to chuckle at the picture of his cock, his spines were not that huge... sadly. Like most males, and especially dragons, bigger was always better! Unlike many furries, a lot of female dragons also agreed!

Felena hmmed and eyed the final square... what to do. She finally decided and began to fill in the central frame. It was her of course, kneeling and bowing, hands outstretched, showing her submission to a dragon foot before her, licking gently at its toes. There! Hmm, what else... too much space in that corner... ahh! She drew in a whole STACK of paintings, and after a moment's thought, filled out the top one, drawing in a closeup of a pair of breasts in rope bondage. There! She set down the pencil and rubbed at her wrist.

Rahmor nodded and murrred in approval. He said, "Tamira... why don't you hold this up for me to get a better look at."

Tamira flushed and nodded, "Yes Master." She stepped up to the easel and puzzled at it for a moment before undoing the clips and taking the large sheet off. It was big, and she needed to stretch her arms out and hold it by the corners. She stepped back to give Rahmor a good view of it.

Rahmor smirked and said, "Lower..."

Tamira lowered it until her breasts were visible over the large sheet of paper, the bottom now near her ankles. He didn't even let her cover her breasts for a second, did he? She wondered if she would ever wear anything to cover them again for the rest of her life. It was a sobering thought.

Felena heard her Master hmming and then felt his fingers grip her ass firmly as he shifted under her. Oh no... was he displeased? Should she have drawn something more humiliating? She groaned as he shoved his cock painfully inward, pressing the tip hard and painfully against her clit, and then pulled out by lifting her up and off him! She let out a squeal, but it didn't hurt! She shuddered as she was pushed back to her feet, her pussy aching and sore, but not bleeding. He had simply pushed in to help his spines retract before pulling out. She trembled, her sex hurting, but still intact. She sank gratefully to her knees, and once there, bent lower to lick at the dragons toes.

Rahmor let out a hiss of pleasure, his tail curling around the raccoons neck just above her metal collar. "When I return, I expect to see the portrait of Zoriah and I finished as WELL as a full sized oil painting of the sketch you just drew. I expect your best quality, as always. Now... you can make me art, or you can make me some eggs. Your choice, slave."

Felena moaned and nodded. She did NOT want to get a clutch of dragon eggs in her belly! She knew that when a dragon fucked without the spines it was for pleasure, but with them it gave a female eggs, even a furry. Unlike a dragoness they were not fertile, and also unlike a dragoness furries did NOT like being fucked with a sharp, spiny cock! "As you wish, Master! I'm SO sorry I disappointed you today, Sir! It won't happen again, Master!"

Rahmor nodded, satisfied that he drove his point home. All of them. He stood and ordered, "Tamira can come back and pose for the detail work, but sketch out what you need right now. Be quick about it."

Tamira placed the large sketch back on the easel and turned to face the raccoon, unsure of what she should be doing.

Felena picked herself off the floor and took a seat on her stool, now holding a sketchbook and looking up at Tamira with a critical eye. She quickly began to draw, taking visual notes of Tamira's appearance, getting down the shape of her thighs, the curves of her breasts. She flipped the page and did a quick, but detailed drawing of Tamira's muzzle, her eyes, noting the design of her horn cap and the length of the golden rod it was attached to. "Turn around" she said, waving her pencil at the unicorn.

Tamira did as she was told, not able to see but hearing the sound of pencil on paper. She felt embarrassed even though she had been examined by many dragons during her captivity. She yelped at a poke to her backside and turned around once more as instructed. She looked at the page before it was flipped and saw it was a closeup of her rear, and her tail in a separate drawing. Then the page was flipped and she bit her lip as the raccoon leaned in and began a very detailed sketch of her sex.

Felena nodded to herself as she worked, "Good... good... I can work with this."

Tamira huffed a bit under her breath as her sex was judged 'good' for whatever that was worth. She had been told by more than one lesbian lover her pussy was more than just good!

Felena said, "Spread yourself wide, Tamira."

The unicorn blinked, "Uhhh, what?"

Felena rolled her eyes and reached out with her fingers, spreading Tamira's outer labia widely, pressing firmly. "Like this. Hold it open."

Tamira blushed and hesitated, then slowly reached down and took over for the raccoon, pinning her lips widely open, feeling the cool air hitting her moist, and still dripping sex. It wasn't like she hadn't been forced to show herself before. Hell, she had not worn so much as a pair of panties since her capture. She had been licked, fucked, forced to take a dildo, pussy whipped and groped by a dragon, but somehow this was more embarrassing than any of those. Watching her pussy come to live in black and white shading made it even more so. That was HER privates down there, and now drawn for anyone to look at and she would never even know. She flushed deeply as the raccoon continued to add details.

Felena gave Tamira's clit a poke and watched as the unicorn jumped and moaned. "Damn, you're a horny one, aren't you? I can see why Master bought you."

Tamira's embarrassment made way for indignation and she opened her mouth to protest, then closed it before she could get herself into trouble. Then the raccoon put her finger on her clit again and rubbed. "Ooooohhhhh..." she moaned... then shook her head to clear it.

"Hold still, darnit" said the raccoon and rubbed at her clit again. "I want to get a sketch of you moaning like that. Rub yourself, I can't keep pausing to do it."

Tamira gritted her teeth at being ordered around and made to touch herself like she was some cheap whore or stripper at a bar. But she did it, and as soon as she did she almost forgot why she had been upset. It DID feel good. She let out a low moan and trembled. She closed her eyes and rubbed, visions of harem girls running through her mind. 'They sure had done a number on me,' she thought to herself. After a while she moaned again, then mrrrrrmphed, eyes snapping open to see her Master before her, stuffing a large red ball gag into her mouth and buckling it in place tightly. "Grrrrmprrrrph!"

Felena let out a giggle, "I like it... the red sets off the gold of her horn nicely." She opened to a new page and began to sketch out a head shot of the ball-gagged unicorn.

Tamira snorted through her nose, but stood and endured the damn thing. She had spent days, weeks wearing one and was sure if it wasn't for her unicorn healing that her jaw would have been permanently damaged from the fucking thing.

"All done" said Felena, and held the sketchbook up to Rahmor, flipping the pages slowly to show him her work.

Rahmor nodded, "Excellent work, slave. Nice detail on her pussy. Nice of her to be all wet and dripping for you. Such a good model, isn't she?" He gave Tamira a light pat on the nose. "I just love the look of a gagged unicorn. Make sure she is wearing one in the painting." He grinned, showing off a mouthful of dragon teeth.

Tamira errfed at the slap to her snout. A light pat from a dragon was pretty rough to a unicorn and her nose stung from the blow.

Felena said, "Yes Master, a nice big one!" Glad that her Master was happy again she looked once more at the white and golden unicorn. She leaned in for a better look at her tail and ooohed softly. "Master... may I?" she asked, indicating the tail.

Rahmor raised an eyeridge at the request from a slave that had so recently been taken to task. He decided to indulge her, "You may, slave."

Felena reached out between Tamira's legs and pulled her tail forward, getting a grunt of surprise out of the unicorn. She ran her fingers through the glimmering, golden hair of the tail. "Oh my... I've never seen anything like it." She bit her lip and looked up at the blue dragon, "Please Master... could I... have some? It would make just WONDERFUL brushes!"

Tamira let out an indignant mrrrrmmmph! Absolutely not! Her tail was HERS! She wasn't some lamb to be shorn or cow to be milked. She blushed as she remembered that yes, she WAS milked every day now. Worse, her tail wasn't hers... it was her Masters. She turned an eye to him with a pleading look.

Rahmor hmmmed and took the tail from Felena's fingers to inspect it. "I never did understand why horse hair made such paintbrushes, and why one would be better than another." He held out a hand as the artist took a breath to explain. "No... I'm not asking, so don't explain it all." He said, "All right... just a bit off the end to make a few. I'll get you more if they perform as well as you think they will."

Tamira harumped loudly in her gag. She glared at the wolf who had produced a pair of shears, offering them to Rahmor. The bitch must have grabbed them the second she realised what that raccoon wanted. How would she like it if it was her tail! She winced as she watched Rahmor take a handful of her golden tail hair, and cut off several inches off the end. She moaned din the gag, seeing the ragged end of her tail. It would grow out... but still... that was her TAIL!

Rahmor handed the tuft of fur to Felena, "There you go, slave. Now... don't waste too much time playing with your new toys. You have two pictures to paint."

Felena nodded and took them happily. "Yes Master! I'll stay up late and get up early to make sure they are both done!" She stroked the hair, thinking they would make just wonderful bristles. There was mush to dislike about being a dragons slave, but Rahmor always supplied her with the finest of materials. Expensive oils and brushes and paper and pens and ink and quills. Before her capture she had loved to draw, but had to buy her own supplies and could never afford anything of real quality. Luckily her doodles during her time in the slave pens attracted Rahmor's attention and he bought her on the spot. She shivered, wondering what would have happened if a guard had seen her defacing the post with her scratchings. Knowing what she did now of dragons, she would have been severely punished. Maybe even fingers broken. Dragons came in all shapes and sizes, and some were truly sadistic, evil bastards. The glittering gold in her fingers helped her to forget all that. Whenever Rahmor brought her something new it was like it was her birthday. She knew she would obsess and fawn over her new brushes, and couldn't wait to get more hair to make a full set. And spares! She let out a soft squee of pleasure.

Rahmor chuckled at his art slave. She should be back on track now and produce at the speed he knew she was capable of. She better! Or those new brushes would be painting the inside of her cunt, all at once! He snapped his talons, "I'm done here... and have much more to inspect. Come, Tamira!"

Tamira mrrrrrrrrrrrpmed as her Masters tailtip sank home once more into her sex and gave a tug. She clopped forward dutifully, already feeling the drool run down her chin. She had never figured out how to swallow with the damn thing in there. She remembered that Telly had figured it out, or was just lucky to be able to as she had been unable to help anyone else with it. She sighed as she followed her Master, working the ball in her mouth and trying to get it comfortable. "Mrrrgmph!" She swishes her tail behind her, swearing it felt off-balance with the missing hair. Damnit!

Rahmor chuckled and said, "Take that thing out, slave. Guards are not much good if they can't shout out orders to any slave that needs one."

Tamira nodded and reached up to undo the buckles, pulling it out with a wet plop. She wiped her chin and gave a happy sigh. Maybe that skunk was right, Rahmor DID seem to be in a generous mood today. Even giving away HER hair! That raccoon had disappointed him, but he had not beaten or whipped her. She was fortunate to have escaped without any extreme punishments. Rahmor often was very harsh and strict, delivering painful punishments for even small infractions. That raccoon was a very lucky girl, and even luckier to be able to draw for her service instead of spread her legs for it every time. She had it good here, and even after getting her tail cut because of her Tamira hoped she learned her lesson-

That last thought almost brought Tamira to a halt. Lucky? LUCKY? She was a slave! Kidnapped, broken, raped and enslaved. There was nothing at ALL good about what was going on here. She shook her head hard and grunted. Being here was warping her judgment. What had just happened was terrible. An innocent furry being forced to slave for a dragon Master... threatened with a brutal rape if she didn't comply. It was only the fact that she had seen, and knew of much worse that made it look good in comparison. She fumed at the unfairness of it all. Her own enslavement, and the entire situation between dragons and the furry races.

Together they could beat the dragons. They did it before in the past, contained them in their fortress. There was no way to attack their stronghold of course, this city was simply impossible to ever invade. But they could be trapped here, held in. They NEEDED furries to provide them with supplies and food. They could not last forever without cooperating. But the insect war had changed all that. Now the furries needed the dragons to keep from being wiped out. The furry governments had to sit back and watch as dragons enslaved any furry unlucky enough to be caught without protection. They were willing collaborators in the whole process, keeping the border unsecured, leaving it up to the local villages and towns to provide their own defenses, which were not always good enough. It just wasn't fair, having to choose between slavery, and having ones brains sucked out of your head by some horrible insect monster. The choice was obvious, but wasn't easy!

Rahmor led Tamira down the passageway, noticing her clouded face and inattention. He pulled her closer to him with his tail as he walked, and when she was almost on him, stopped suddenly, making her run into his back with a thump. He let out a growl, "What has you so distracted, slave?" He turned his head, curious as to what his slave guard was thinking. He enjoyed the prospect of learning a bit more about her, as he did every time he spoke with her.

Tamira rubbed her nose and apologized before saying carefully, being sure not to lie, "I was thinking about the war, Master."

Rahmor said, "What about it, slave?"

Tamira sighed, there was no getting around it now. Dragons just KNEW when a furry lied. She had no idea how, but had seen it too often to even try and be evasive. "About how dragons wouldn't have any slaves if it wasn't for the war. Master."

Rahmor ahhed, "That's not entirely true." He began walking, leading his slave by her pussy which was still very wet and beginning to drip juices down the sides of his tail.

Tamira said, "Master?"

"Before the war we were greatly outnumbered by furry kind, even more than we are now. It is true that back then we submitted to furry laws outside of dragon territory, so we did not go out and enslave and kidnap and raid. But we still had a supply of slaves, just not as many and not of our choosing."

Tamira asked, "Where did you get them, Master? Did you... breed them?" She wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer to that.

Rahmor shook his head, "No, that is not our way. It happens by accident of course, but we don't intentionally do it. Furry children are far different from dragon hatchings. A newly hatched dragon is very self sufficient, able to care for itself and just needing time to learn. We find furry babies... disturbing. So helpless, all the crying and spoiling themselves, then long years of childhood where they don't act logical and are impossible to control." He shook his head in distaste. "We want as little to do with your young as possible. Horrible little things. We got our slaves from the government. Criminals, dissidents, people the great houses wanted to disappear or punish."

Tamira frowned, "I can't believe we would do that to our own people. Willingly giving a unicorn to slavery? Unthinkable. Umm, Master."

Rahmor nodded, "True, some races like unicorns and elves disdained the process, too proud to allow even a criminal to be enslaved. It still happened, if a unicorn was sentenced in another races courts and their embassy did not find out, but most of the other furry races were more than willing to let us take troublemakers off their hands."

"I still can't understand how they could do that, Master. Send them to such a terrible fate." she said. She had known the blue dragon long enough to know that while he expected her to accept her slavery, and the others, that he did not expect her to lie and claim she liked or enjoyed it.

Rahmor said, "Oh, it wasn't quite as bad back then. The political situation was different. Artists, craftsmen, and others had much more sway than military breeds. There was little for the military to do other than secure the borders, so most dragons were involved in more mundane aspects. Hatchling clutches were raised in a time of peace, not war. Not like today where they are taught that our very survival depends on strength and dominance. Most dragons alive now are involved in some aspect of the war, either as warriors or in support of it. There are very few artists and servants. We use slaves for those positions, and even for many administrative duties. Slaves today are likely to be under the foot of a warrior... and that is a much harsher place than serving under a scholar or clerk."

Tamira wondered what it might be like to have been a slave back before the war. Would she have been treated that much better? Would it have mattered, if in the end she would still be a slave? A cage is still a cage, no matter how nicely decorated. Still... there was no getting around the fact that some fates were better than others. She thought of that white dragon and how he said Rahmor should pull the teeth of his mares so they could suck better. She shuddered. Hard to believe that Rahmor was one of the better dragons to be owned by. There still had to be SOME dragons not raised in a military setting. Were they any better, even now? She was silent as she walked onward, thinking at least in the past the slaves deserved what they got, being criminals. But what did he mean by dissidents? "Master?"

Rahmor nodded permission to speak.

"You said they enslaved dissidents and troublemakers as well as criminals? What did THEY do to be sent into a life of slavery?"

"Oh, the great houses of each furry race had a lot of infighting. Lots of intrigue. If one was caught spying for another house, that could get them sent away. Or commoners protesting the rule of the houses. Sometimes a group would gather and try and protest some new tax or rule, and if they drew too much notice would be rounded up, and their families and sent to the dragon slave auctions."

Tamira shook her head. Great houses. People like Sabeth. She knew that furries had not always had the current government. It had corruption of course, but nothing like when the monarchies and great houses ruled the land. It had taken the insect invasion wiping out half the continent for them to weaken, and the dragons to break them completely during the retreat. If the dragons would have just left well enough along they would have been considered heroes. Liberators. Saving furries from a corrupt class and giving them safe passage to a land free of insects while they battled them to a standstill. But no, they had to go and start taking even more slaves, raiding furry lands and taking who they pleased. Every generation they grew bolder and Tamira knew that at some point they would push too hard and the furry lands would rise up against them, or at least stop trading with them. What would happen then? Would the dragons back down? Or would it be war? Both sides knew that war would almost certainly result in the dragons losing the battle to hold their fortress, and then the bugs would come swarming in and make all their squabbles irrelevant. It was hard to fight once both sides have been exterminated.

She hoped the dragons would come to their senses, or that someone could knock some into them. Why couldn't the horny bastards enslave the insects instead of furries! Nobody would complain about dragons raping and torturing a bunch of filthy bugs. She almost laughed at the image of Rahmor leading a giant cockroach around on a collar. Ok, maybe not. At the very least, they should stick to enslaving each other. Nobody would care about That either. She imagined Rahmor leading another dragon, no... Rahmor on HIS hands and knees collared and leashed. She smiled at that thought, and remembered a crazy dream she had were she had gotten her revenge, and... oh... and she had made hot love to Dana too. She swore, feeling herself get wet all over again. Focus! She couldn't run into her Master again, even if he DID do it on purpose. Just like he keeps wriggling his tail in her. Asshole.

Rahmor felt Tamira's juices run down his tail and he smirked, "You're getting my tail all wet, slave... clean it."

Tamira gasped as the tail yanked out of her sex and she wondered what she was supposed to wipe it off with. Rahmor answered her unspoken question by flicking it upward and driving it right into her mouth. Aahhhggggmph! She snorted, tasting her own juices on his tail. It was a familiar taste... often she had sucked on the fingers of a lover after being brought to climax by them. She sighed and sucked on the tail with loud slurping sounds, still walking along behind. She pursed her lips as the tail drew out, cleaning it, then braced as it sank down and once more hooked into her sex. Grunt! The taste of unicorn juices, even her own only made her problem worse. Bastard!

Rahmor smiled as he led the frustrated mare along behind him. The little diversion stopped her brooding at least. He wriggled his tail more in her sex and laughed softly and happily. This was turning out to be a very enjoyable inspection. Tamira was fulfilling his every expectation and with time and training would become a valuable addition to his guards. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, and went over his long term plans for her once more. Having a well trained and perfectly placed slave was an exquisite pleasure, but the process and journey was just as wonderful. He was going to enjoy every second of her journey, and in time... so would she.