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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 64 - Big Endings

_ 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_.

Alesstu wondered, not for the first time, if she had made a terrible mistake. Bondage and Domination had always thrilled her. More than thrilled... made her feel whole. She had tried dating regular guys. It never worked. There was something missing. No matter how nice they were, or how much they had in common...it just turned her OFF when they got all meek or shy during sex. When she could tell they wanted her to do something, but were unwilling to ask her, let alone TELL her to do it. Let alone just grab her by the ears and MAKE her! That's what she wanted. No worries if she was making her mate happy. No struggles trying to decide what to do. She liked that aspect of being dominated most of all. It was clear, so very clear if she was being a good girl. No true Master would just up and dump her with no warning. A real Master would let her know immediately if she displeased him, and would fix it!

She looked around as she was walked through the enormous tunnel leading to the dragon capital. So many dragons. All of them looking at her with mistrust and annoyance. It was her clothes, she knew. Slaves didn't WEAR clothes, but she had kept hers, so far. Once she was put up for private sale, that would all change, and she shivered in anticipation. But until then she was still a furry citizen, promised safe conduct to the capital, then to be handed over to the private harem dealers.

Unlike most slaves, she wasn't kidnapped or tricked or blackmailed into it. She had given herself up willingly. That had been harder than she had expected. Dragons were tricky and the contract was full of little loopholes and traps. She'd found several, and insisted on changes, hoping she'd found them all. She wasn't stupid. Not by a long shot. She had done well in school, always smart, and obedient! She knew how to get what she wanted. She had to. Hardly ANY of the guys she dated knew how to treat her. She had to train them to dominate her, which was something of a turn-off, but a few were able to learn. She shivered again in anticipation at finding a Master that wouldn't need ANY training.

Looking around, she wondered how long it would take to find the right one. She wasn't about to throw herself at the first dragon that wanted to buy her. She liked to be dominated, even abused, but with limits. She wasn't going to sell herself to a dragon that liked to torture or kill their slaves. She knew there were plenty that did. Most of the dragons she saw were dressed in military garb. They were the scary ones, looking at her like they wanted nothing more to grab her and fuck her to death. The looks were all similar. Annoyance and anger mixed often with cruelty and desire. She knew enough about dragons to know that her walking around like this was upsetting to them. They had a natural desire to see everything fit into its place. A furry in dragon lands should be naked, collared and leashed. She didn't fit, and it made them uneasy, and dangerous.

Luckily she had one huge advantage in her search. Dragons didn't lie. It wasn't that they were incapable of it. They simply found it distasteful. It seemed to actually hurt them to do it. She had asked her guide about it a few times. The best he could explain it was that it was a sharp 'emotional pain'. She didn't completely understand it, but it meant that if a dragon made a promise or a statement, she could take it for a fact. If a dragon promised not to torture her, she could take him at his word. A signed contract was even more binding. Even a mere SLAVE could take a dragon to task for breaking one.

Her thoughts were interrupted as she exited the tunnel, the bright sun dazing her for a moment, then she stumbled and nearly stopped as she looked around in amazement. The dragon capital was... huge! It was if someone had taken all the biggest furry cities and crammed them into one. But while the size was one thing, the shape was even more unbelievable. She knew the dragons lived in some sort of old, extinct volcano. Everyone did. Hearing it was one thing. Seeing it was quite another. Ahead of her stretched a vast city. Buildings and parks and even a decent sized lake. The buildings were all made of cut stone, like a sprawling castle.

The buildings were impressive, but nothing she couldn't have imagined. What really made her eyes widen in wonder was the walls of the volcano. She could see the far edge, only slightly hazy in the clear air. It was covered in tiny dark spots, and she knew each of those was a cave or window. This was no small crater. It was an entire MOUNTAIN that had somehow been hollowed out. The crater walls went straight up, and up. She turned her head and looked behind her, up at the sheer mass of stone rising into the sky. How high was that? Half a mile? More? How many dragon caves were dug in? Furries greatly outnumbered the dragons... but furries were spread out over the entire western continent. The dragons were all concentrated here.

Alesstu erked as she was given a push, and quickly got moving again. Causing a jam would not be a good idea. She was a guest here, and wouldn't get beaten or raped on a whim, but if she broke any major laws the penalties could be severe. With an effort she forced her mind away from thinking about it. It wasn't scary, but the opposite. Fantasies of bumping into some fancily dressed dragon who took her away for 'punishment' in a well equipped bedroom. She shook her head and forced herself to move quicker. There would be plenty of time for fantasies later. Better yet, once she found her Master... those fantasies would be REAL!

...

"My name is Ophan. I am the owner of this establishment, and the holder of your contract," said a green and red dragon as he looked down at the small mouse standing before him. He gave a sniff. "I have a spot in front open right now, so let's get you appropriately dressed for display. Strip."

Alesstu blinked and looked up at the large dragon. She was distracted by his coloring, the reds and greens mixing like someone had poured two colors of paint into a puddle and stirred them with a stick. "Now?" she said, surprised by the lack of... well... anything she had been used to when meeting new people. No 'hello' or 'how do you do' or even asking anything about her.

"You can retire to your quarters, but you'll lose the spot for today. It's open NOW," said Ophan who folded his arms and glanced at a door, looking impatient and ready to leave.

"No... no... I'm ready," said Alesstu. Dragons sure didn't waste time! She knew she shouldn't either. Her contract gave her only a limited time to stay in the capital. If nobody bought her she would either have to leave, or renegotiate her contract. She was sure it would be MUCH less to her liking if that happened! She unbuttoned her dress and slipped out of it, feeling cool air on her nipples and sex. She wore nothing underneath, knowing that at some point today, she would be removing it all anyway. Whiskers twitched as she suppressed a tremble. It wasn't that she was embarrassed to be naked: plenty of guys had seen her, and in much more exposed positions than this. It was the lack of control. She had always been the one on top, even if she was the one tied up. It was her choice, her ideas. Now... now she had no idea what was to happen.

As Ophan lead her further into the building, she grew more impressed. What she had seen so far looked like a loading dock. A place to bring in cargo. Not a fancy slave establishment. Now hat she was inside, she saw more luxury. Rooms with thick carpets and soft lighting, comfortable beds and chairs. Were they for potential slaves to stay when not on display? Or for Masters to try out a slave? She quivered. It would be her choice if that happened. Her ears perked as the dragon spoke.

"If your buyer pays over the minimum, the House will take a 25% cut of any extra gold, the Empire another 30%. Your finder has negotiated a modest 5% cut. The rest will go to the account you specified," said Ophan as he gestured Alesstu to stop.

Nodding, Alesstu stopped as commanded. The gold didn't interest her much. Not having any debts or family to give it to, she had selected a charity in the furry side of the border town she had been taken to. She was a rarity though. She knew that most slaves that sold themselves did so to pay off debts or obligations. Sometimes furries even sacrificed themselves to provide for their family. A good sale price could provide enough gold to start or buy a small business in one of the major furry cities, setting them up for life. The western lands were poor in everything. Deserts. Dry hills. Hardly any farmland. What few mines there were had been exhausted ages ago. Nothing but rocks and weeds and a few forests. Even those couldn't be used due to the unicorns that refused to allow them to be harvested except at a slow rate. Everything the furries built came from the dragons. They had the gold, metals, trees from the vast mountain ranges, jewels and artifacts. All the furries had in trade was food, and themselves.

With a practiced move, Ophan lifted a silver collar to fasten around the mouse's neck. It was a perfect fit of course, solid silver with a gold emblem on the front, proclaiming her property of his slave house, for now. It had a single D-ring on the back, and to this he attached a long, but lightweight chain. "Out you go. You elected to sell yourself, so get to it, slave."

Alesstu felt a paw on her back push her forward through a door, then heard it closing behind her. She was in what looked like a fancy dungeon cell. Cuffs and restraints on the walls and ceiling and floor, but a comfy chair... a soft carpet. Much like the rooms she had seen earlier. There was, however, a huge difference. This one was missing a wall. The front of the room was open to a very busy street. Dragons, furries, and a carriage passed by. The carriage drew her eye, as it was not pulled by a horse, but a team of furry slaves. She didn't think THAT could be any fun! She glanced around, noting the door had a small hole, and her chain ran through it. She could move about in the room, but not go outside it. From the dragons that stopped and looked, she guessed there were many such rooms to both sides of her. With a gulp she stepped forward to a gleaming metal pole at the front of the room, leaned against it, and posed.

Not knowing what to expect, Alesstu was ready for anything. Except what happened. Nothing. Plenty of dragons gave her a good look, but none stopped. Some simply admired her and moved on, others looked down at something and let out a sigh or shrug and moved off. All of the females did that, most with a disappointed or disdainful look. Her information must be displayed down there, she thought. She ran off the conditions in her head. Male owners only. Harem placement only. No reselling. Right to refuse offers. She supposed that would limit the number of dragons willing to buy her, but thought there would be more interest. She was up here, all naked... selling her body and soul! How could that NOT stop most of them in their tracks? She wasn't here to pay off a debt, she was here to be a slave!

Finally a dragon DID stop, walking closer to examine her information - and her body - more carefully. Alesstu looked down at him with a smile, posing, holding herself steady to let him look her over, as she looked HIM over. Plain clothes, some sort of leathers. Was he poor, or did he just have simple tastes? It was impossible to tell. But if he was looking, it meant he had to have enough to buy her, right?

The dragon stepped up onto the stage, approaching the mouse, walking around behind her to get a good view, silently appraising her.

Alesstu gave her butt a little wriggle, smiling back at the dragon, "Hello... sir?"

The dragon just gave a little snort, then without a word, hopped off the stage, not even bothering to take the stairs and wandered off.

Annoyed, Alesstu thought of a few things to say, but held back. Who knew what trouble she could get in for that sort of thing? She shrugged it off. Probably just window browsing. What she needed, she thought, was to take a more active role. She edged forward again and looked out at the crowd, watching the passing dragons. A brilliant red dragon walked past, a set of wings folded across his back, scales glittering in a metallic sheen and dressed in a fine robe. Ooooh! Now THAT was hot. She coughed demurely to get his attention, leaning out as she held onto the pole, flashing her breasts, and opening her thighs.

The dragon gave her half a glance, and continued moving.

Alesstu hrmphed, leaning out to get a better look at the street.

"What do you think of that one, slave?" said a white dragon with purple stripes. He slowed his walk as he passed, giving Alesstu a quick looking over.

"You would break that little thing, Master Subito!" said the leashed slave following behind.

Alesstu gulped as the dragon gave her a smirk and moved on. She was pretty sure she could handle a dragon, but only if they didn't TRY to hurt her. Was that slave joking or really worried their Master would... break her?

Her attention was drawn to the side, seeing a white snow leopard looking up at her, naked and not at all ashamed. He gave her a slow wink and a nod of approval. The leopard broke the look and made a hurried exit as a dragon voice yelled, "Lats, move it!"

More dragons and furries passed, moving in all directions, most ignoring her, only a few of them, or their slaves stopping to look or comment. The motion was almost mesmerising. Red, green, blue, black, white. Every color she could think of was there if she just looked, as were the variety of furries, and attitudes. The sound rose and fell, a mix of voices, shouts, moans and cries. She shook her head to clear it, and looked out once more.

Another dragon caught her eye, this one a mix of colors. There were so many dragons! She was sure to find a perfect match, even if most seemed to be stuck up or busy. "Sir... excuse me..."

...

A frustrated mouse sat in the provided chair and pondered her situation. She had sold herself, or tried to sell herself for an entire day. She had gotten a number of dragons interested, but rarely got to talk to any. A few were, indeed, just window browsing and those had been quite forward, asking to sample her wares. She had been tempted, especially as the day went on. But that first dragon she met said that the rarest and most sought after harem girls were ones that had never been touched by a dragon. Complete virgins were even more prized, but ones that had never been claimed by dragon cock (or pussy) were a close second. So as much as she had wanted to see a REAL dragon cock, to touch it... taste it... feel it... she had shaken her head no.

What was she doing wrong? Was she ugly to them? She didn't think so: she got a LOT of looks, and second looks. Were there just no buyers? No. She could see other dragons staring at and visiting stalls on the sides of her. Sometimes even hearing a sale being made, watching a furry crawl off behind their new Master. She knew she was rare, but maybe the market for willing slaves was smaller than she thought? She had a fairly high price, to make sure she went to a dragon who could care for her. Maybe she should lower it? Could she even DO that?

She sighed and stood, walking to the front to lean against the bar. She had been so eager at the start of the day, nearly throwing herself off the stage at passing dragons. But they all reacted like she was some mangy, flea-bitten rat. Not a sweet, well trained mousy! Footsteps made her turn to face the staircase, standing straight and proud and ready to face another prospect. She oohed under her breath. Blue. Dark blue. And tall, handsome, strong. He wore leather, but supple and polished and very well cut. A warrior of some sort, wearing a jeweled and fancy, but clearly functional sword. "Oh... wow. You can sure please the ladies I bet..." she said in her best seductive voice. She looked him up and down, then let out a squeak of alarm as he reached out and grabbed her buy her soft nose. "Mmmmph!" Dragons were not supposed to hurt her... she wasn't a slave, not yet! She started to lift her hands in protest, but stopped at a single word.

"Kneel."

The hand pushed down, but it was the command - and there was NO other way to describe it - that really caused her knees to fold, the mouse dropping down to them as the hand slid off her face. She stared up at the dragon, jaw dropping, eyes wide, and instantly VERY wet. "Guhhh," was all she managed.

"That is MUCH better. Why are you here?"

Alesstu took a moment to gather her thoughts. Other dragons had ordered her down, or to turn and pose, or show herself off. While those had turned her on, made her feel hot and pleased at the attention... none of them were like THIS. None had simply... commanded her. When she finally spoke she said, "To... ummm... sell myself? Sir."

The dragon gave a familiar snort, one that usually preceded them turning away and leaving. The blue dragon said, "No. That is what you are DOING. So are all the others. What I am asking is WHY."

Trembling, the mouse answered, "Because I want to be a slave... to be used..."

"I thought as much. Would you like to know why nobody has bought you? I'm in a generous mood today."

"Yes, please... tell me, Sir?" She wasn't sure she WANTED to know. Was it some flaw they saw in her? Was she too small? She was small for a furry, and beside a dragon was TINY. Maybe they were afraid of breaking her? She had plenty of practice playing Master and slave. Didn't they see that?

"A dragon's harem is a special place. Only the best, most worthy slaves are given that honor. Ones that wish to willingly serve their Owner."

"But... I want to do that... it's why I'm here, to be dominated, be used..."

"Yes... that IS why you are here. You want to be taken, claimed, used, dominated, enslaved, toyed with, bound, fucked and trained."

"Nnnghh... yess..." she said. Her pussy nearly throbbed at the words. This dragon knew EXACTLY what she wanted! Wanted SO bad.

"That is NOT what a dragon wants of a harem slave."

Huh? Alesstu blinked in confusion. But... dragons kidnapped and enslaved furries just to do all that to them!

"What dragons want, ESPECIALLY of a harem slave... is to be served. A true submissive wants to be used, but more... she wants to SERVE. She wants to please her Master. Be of use to him. Put his needs, his desires first. Pleasure may be, and often is given to a slave... but that is a bonus. It is the serving that a dragon wants. Submission to his will. You... you clearly want to be a slave. But you only seem to be interested in being taken care of, being given a comfortable home. Not in devoting yourself to your Owner's pleasures and needs."

"I do! I want to serve... to be a slave... so badly..." Alesstu protested weakly, still trembling under the gaze and forceful words of the dragon.

"Then show it! Quit looking at dragons like THEY are the ones on display. Offer yourself. If one takes an interest, make sure you can serve their needs, and THEN see if they will meet yours."

Alesstu felt dumbstruck. Every word was true. She had been acting EXACTLY like that. She would be making the final decision, she was in charge, and had been acting like it. Every dragon that looked at her could see that. Another realization hit her. She looked like a slave that needed to be tamed, trained, fixed. Why pay a premium for a slave you needed to break in when you could just grab one from the slave markets? One you could do ANYTHING to? She thought she had been special, but she'd had it all wrong. What dragon would want a slave that didn't serve their needs, and with a contract full of rules and requirements to boot? She gulped, looking up at the dragon and gave a slow nod.

"Show me what you have to offer, slave."

She spread her knees, sitting down on her feet, hands going to her breasts to lift and display them, eyes looking up, hoping for approval. She held the pose, showing off her body, tail quivering behind her.

The blue dragon gave a subtle shake of his head. He lifted a hand as he leaned forward, giving a nipple a tweak between two well manicured talons. "There are hundreds of slaves in the auction house with better tits than those."

Alesstu whined at the harsh words, giving her own breasts a look. They were perfectly good breasts... but... while they were firm and pert, maybe dragons liked them bigger? Horses and bears and other big furries certainly were MUCH better endowed. She squeezed them, trying to make them look better, offering them up to the dragon. She watched his hand lift and press a finger to her head.

"This is what you TRULY have to offer. Not just the shape of your body, but the willingness to USE it, in any way your Master wishes. A mind focused on him. Always thinking... what can you do to please him next? What does he need?"

Licking her lips, she dropped her hands back down, nodding... hands moving to rest on her legs. She took a deep breath, bowed her head, and closed her eyes. What did he want? She didn't know. But whatever it was... she could do it. Be it. She emptied her mind, and simply sat there... waiting. Waiting for HIM to tell her what was required of her. Ready to serve. Peace mixed with the raging fire between her legs, and she wondered what was under that leather kilt of his. Would it be as dominant as his voice? She would love to serve it... would love to be... worthy of serving it. She waited, breathing shallow breaths.

"Rahmor! There you are. We're going to be late!"

Alesstu felt the big dragon give her an approving pat on the head, then heavy footsteps as he headed down the stairs. Alesstu wanted to leap off the stage and grab him, beg him not to go, plead with him to take her. She didn't know what he wanted in a slave, but she knew she could provide it! But after JUST being chastised for being selfish, she held her pose and waited for him to go. Or to return. Slowly she opened her eyes with a sigh, seeing no sign of the blue dragon. He may have left, but his advice had not. She turned to face the street, kneeling quietly, and waited. She did not have to wait long.

...

Alesstu woke with a sigh. A happy one this time. She had not had a lot of time before nightfall, but several interested dragons had spoken with her, and while none of them had worked out, she was confident it was only a matter of time. The Master she was looking for was out there, she knew it. Her thoughts drifted back to the blue dragon as her hand drifted between her legs. Not for the first time either. She always felt rested after a good climax, and last night she had spent quite some time in bed before falling asleep giving herself orgasm after orgasm. She thought back to that blue dragon, tasting his name on her lips. Rahmor. That was who she really wanted. But he had given her very good advice. What she wanted was not what was most important. What her future Master wanted... THAT was what counted. She thought back to her times playing Master and slave. Most of the guys she dated had to be told how to do it. She had to be in charge, make them play the way she needed. Teach them. Train them. It had gotten her used to it. Not really enjoying it... just thinking that it was how things had to be. But not here. No. Those few times her boyfriends had really taken charge, had made her REALLY feel like a slave? That was what the dragons offered. Total submission. No need to tell a dragon how to dominate her. They knew. She only had to serve... and show them she could!

She ate a quick breakfast, and was at the door of her bedroom, eager to be put on display again. She had seen, and even spoken to a few of the slaves here. Most were NOT eager to be bought. She figured she could get out on display every day if needed. Now that she knew what to do, she was champing at the bit to get at it again.

Soon she was back out front, this time having an entire day ahead of her. She walked right to the front and knelt, eyes closed, waiting for a dragon to notice her. She knew from past experience that she had to keep her eyes closed. The second she opened them she was scanning the crowd, looking for potential Masters, looking like SHE was in charge. That was no good. She did take peeks now and then. She was FAR too curious about her new home. So many dragons of so many colors and shapes. Slaves that were happy, sad, miserable. She felt bad for the unhappy ones, or slaves that were clearly abused. She couldn't DO anything to help them. Not all of them. She would do what she could, but she was only a lil' mouse!

Time passed, dragons walking up to speak with her, or sometimes just look. By the time lunch arrived she had had several more suitors. By dinner she had even had a few that promised to come back for a second look. That night she didn't masturbate quite as hard, but the focus was the same. That blue dragon. By now she had seen enough dragons to get a good idea of what was in store for her. Not all wore clothes, so she had gotten... if not a close up, at least a decent view of naked males. Most didn't show much, just balls and a sheath, but the size of both promised pleasure and pain in her future. Only once did she get a glimpse of a dark red cock as two dragons fucked in the back of a carriage, passing by too fast to get more than a peek. Her mental image of Rahmor was much improved by that quick look, and she slept even sounder when she was done, fingers wet as she curled happily under the covers.

The next day went much the same, a steady trickle of interested dragons. Curious about this or that. Some she had to politely decline. She wanted to serve, but there were limits! Torture, being shaved and branded, being chewed on (just a little, he insisted!) or dragons without, or with a full harem looking for an obedient slave. She knew better than to be anything but a harem girl. There were extra, even legal protections for a dragon's harem. None of that being kidnapped or raped by a rival Master.

Sitting back, she scanned the crowd, pondering her options. She had begun to see a kind of pattern. Most of the dragons coming to her seemed to be of minor status and projected an air of... inexperience? They were confident of course, all dragons seemed to have that. But very few mentioned having much of a harem, and most indicated she would be their first. Being a dragon's one and only harem girl had its draw, of course. Being special, given lots of attention. But it didn't bode well for the long term. Who knew what the future would hold for them, and for her? Some had tried to trick her, offering to insert clauses into her contract, things that sounded good but had hidden traps. Others showed interest, but reluctance at her price. Some might be back, others not. It was hard to read them, being so different, and her rarely being able to look them in the eyes.

A glint of blue drew her eye. She had found it impossible not to look at each blue dragon that passed, wishing it would be HIM. Her heart leaping, she saw it WAS him. A slightly different outfit, but there was no mistaking him for any other dragon. She was sure she could pick him out of a whole crowd of blue dragons. She came dangerously close to calling out to him, but forced herself to close her eyes and sit there like a good submissive mouse. He simply HAD to know she wanted him after their first meeting. If he was not interested in her... then nothing she could say or do would change that. Besides, it wasn't her place to try and change his mind. She knew that now.

"You are a quick learner, slave."

Her whiskers twitched at the voice, one she knew she would never forget. "Thank you, Sir," she said in a soft voice, eyes opening to look down at a pair of blue feet. She didn't look up. Didn't dare. He was so close. She could smell the oil used to shine and soften his kilt, the leather inches from her nose, and just above... she knew what must be hidden up there. So close.

Rahmor slid a hand under her chin, tilting the mouse's head up to meet her eyes. "You have promise..."

Alesstu let out a squeak, feeling claws at her throat, her chin resting on the dragon's palm. Instinctively she licked at his hand once, gazing upward in rapture.

"What is your demand, slave?"

"Demand? N... nothing. I just want to serve..."

Rahmor let out a chuckle, his tail curling around the small furries waist, controlling, possessive. "You have many things in your contract... but there is something else. Something you are keeping hidden. What is it?"

Alesstu wondered how he could read her so well. Could all dragons do so? Did they all see? There was, one thing she wanted, but was afraid to ask. A promise to herself she had made when she first arrived. One she wasn't sure she could keep. She gulped and said, "I want... I wanted... in return for my service... to have another slave freed."

Rahmor nodded with a soft ahh. "I see. That is not a small request. Slaves can't own slaves you know. No matter how much gold you have, you could not free any. It takes a dragon to do so. Even dragons are limited to a number of slaves they may purchase per year, and own in total. Buying a slave to free them... that is a cost not many are willing to bear."

Alesstu nodded, wincing at the words. If that were true, and it must be, then her chances of buying another's freedom with her own were slim indeed. It would take a dragon with a lot of wealth to do such a thing. None would do it lightly, even if they could afford it. Would any do it just to have a mouse, even one as obedient as she would be? As devoted to them as she could be?

Rahmor pulled out a sheet of paper, the borders cut into fancy curves and bordered in gold. She had seen one like it before. Her slave contract. But it didn't look the same. The payment, the numbers, her name, all there. But the clauses. The ones saying things she would not do, or be compelled to do. Those were gone. It simply said she would be guaranteed a slot in her Master's harem, and if released, be free to return to the furry lands. This contract left her fate entirely up to her Master. There was one other difference. The blank area where her new Master's name should be was filled. With his name. All that was left was the spot where she signed. She quivered. Like many of the others, he wished to change her contract. Unlike the others, there was no deception here, just a simple statement of what he wanted. Her. Completely.

"Sign THIS contract... and I'll free a slave for you."

Alesstu bit her lip. She looked up, wanting to say yes, ready to sign her life away... but what would happen to her? What would he do to her?

"I'll treat you like you deserve..." he said.

Like she deserved. A slave. His slave. Her life for the freedom of another. One that didn't WANT this. She could serve dragons with no guilt. She would have done all she could. More than anyone could have asked of her. It would be the act that could let her set her past free. Sever her ties with everyone but her new Master. Serve him. Serve the Dragon Empire. If she said no... if she even asked for time, would he wait? No. She could see it. This was an offer meant for NOW. She gulped, and slowly, very slowly, nodded. "Yes... Master."

Rahmor set the paper aside, and seeing her questioning look said, "This is just a formality. Your nod... your words are enough. You are mine now."

The little mouse felt like she would melt into a puddle at those words. His. She wondered what he was going to do to her... what things... no... she was his. He wasn't HERS. She spoke, "How may I serve, Master..."

Rahmor smiled, showing his teeth. "In many, many ways. But first... I want to test your skills. Help me out of this kilt..."

Alesstu felt a shiver run up and down her spine. Oh... yes. She reached up, but stopped as the dragon... no... her MASTER held up a hand to stop her, letting out a squeak of surprise.

"No hands. What they can do are not the skills I am interested in..."

Alesstu nodded, taking the hint and putting her hands behind her back like a good girl. She leaned up on her knees to examine the kilt. Unlike the first time she saw him, there was no fancy belt or buckle, just a silk rope. She leaned in and began teasing at the knot with her teeth, trying to loosen it without doing damage. It took some time but she finally managed, pulling the knot free without slobbering too much. But the kilt stayed in place, too well fit to simply slide off. She shuffled in front and grabbed the tip in her teeth, yanking down. It budged, but only slightly. She repeated the tug, and inched the kilt downward. Each jerk of her head revealed a bit more of the blue scales, and suddenly... the opening of his sheath... right against her nose. She sniffed and swooned at the musky odor... then quickly continued her task, watching his sheath unfold, then his balls... nose and whiskers brushing past it as she worked. So wet. So hot. Wanting it so bad. This wasn't just a cock. It was a dragon cock in there. Her Master's cock! With a final shove she let go, hearing, but not seeing the kilt drop to the ground, looking back up at his sheath. A sheath that now began to show the tip of something red.

"Yes, my slave... you will do well under my foot. I'll give you every luxury, and all the training you need to become the perfect slave."

Alesstu watched with wide eyes as the tip emerged, then the rest of his cock. She was used to seeing males from this position, loved how it made them look so much bigger. Her Master didn't need any help to look big. He was huge! She almost shrank back as she saw it in all it's, yes, glory... complete with bumps and ridges and that strange flared cockhead.

Rahmor said, "You know what to do, my slave." He took the base of his cock in his fingers, tilting it down to give the little mouse easier access to its length.

She certainly did know what to do. She leaned in and licked. Balls. Shaft. She smothered both with licks and kisses and suckles. Her eyes looked up, needing to. Searching his face and expression for the smallest hint of pleasure or disapproval. Focusing on the spots that made him take in a breath or twitch or smile. She knew where SHE wanted to lick, but Master's pleasure came first. She was new to him, but not new to this task, and showed him every skill she could remember using her lips and tongue. Eye only for him, only for his pleasure, she mouthed and suckled and bobbed, hands clenching behind her, wanting to grab him, hug his legs, run her fingers over his flesh... but he said no hands... so she kept them firmly behind her beck.

Rahmor grunted and mrrrrmed, clearly enjoying his new slave's efforts, and not missing her struggle to keep her hands behind her. Her obedience, her desire to do what HE wanted gave the blue dragon as much pleasure as her tongue did; and that was a LOT of pleasure!

Alesstu mrphed and panted and suckled and licked, glancing now and then to the dragons on the street, some that stopped to watch. Others only giving a smirk. Did some give Rahmor a curious look? Perhaps wondering what he saw in her that they didn't? She almost laughed as she dived down on his thick cock, choking, but not caring. It was their loss! She was HIS now... and he would get every last drop of her loyalty and service that she could give!

Rahmor huffed and groaned, tail moving back and forth, then in spiral slapping motions against the ground as his balls tightened.

A pair of blue hands gripping her head was all the warning she had before Alesstu felt the cock in her mouth explode. Thick, hot dragonseed flowed over her tongue, the taste like nothing she had ever imagined. Strong and powerful and fitting... and choking her! She let out a SQUEEE-AAAACK as she coughed on it, struggling to swallow as she held her breath, making a mess, but not quite as big of one as it could have been. She slipped into a rhythm, gulping as he came... taking it all... and when he slowed, she licked and cleaned... rubbing her face against him, using her own body as a cum rag.

"Mmm... good girl. That was impressive, for your first time. I'll expect MUCH better from you next time."

Alesstu beamed in pride at the praise, nodding happily. She would! She would learn everything Master wanted. She squirmed on her knees.

"At ease... Squeak."

The mouse let her arms relax, placing her hands in her lap. She looked up, confused... "Squeak, Master?"

Rahmor nodded, "Your new name. Your slave name."

She nodded, flushing hotly. Squeak. She liked it, and liked the idea of being given a new name as well. It was... fitting. Right. And so hot... Master naming his property! Her fingers began to move in her lap and she hissed out a moan.

"Hands on your thighs, slave," came a stern order.

Living up to her name, she let out a squeak and guiltily put her hands on the top of her legs. "Sorry, Master!"

"No touching yourself. Ever..."

Squeak blinked, "Mm... master?" She looked at him hesitantly, not liking the sound of that, a bit of unease slipping into her emotions.

"You will have no NEED to do that, slave. Your Master will give you all the touching you need... as will your harem sisters."

Oh! She relaxed. Never needing to touch herself again? A cock, or fingers... or tongue always there when she needed it? She bit her lip and moaned in pleasure. Pleasure her Master granted her. Did he do the same with the other harem girls? She started as she realized she had never even asked if he had other slaves, let alone harem girls. She wondered what else about her new Master she had not thought to ask. It was too late now. She was going to find out everything soon enough. She couldn't wait.