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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 71 - Relief

This long running Master and slave themed story series continues the journey of dragons, unicorns and the rest of the furry races in a world threatened with extinction by a monstrous threat. The furry races are grateful for the sacrifice dragons make in fighting the war, but would be much happier if the dragons would just stop trying to enslave them all!

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Sabeth humped her hips desperately, hands clawing at her crotch, the motions of her body making her inch along the floor like a worm. She didn't care. She was so damn horny. She no longer knew how long she had been suffering from the heat that flowed through her body like a river, becoming a pounding, roaring waterfall at her crotch. A literal one as well. It was unbearable to be rutting like some animal. Even commoners had easy access to the bluesalts that prevented the seasonal heats of her kind. Not even they were subject to such humiliating torment and need. Master Rahmor however had withheld it from all his new unicorn slaves, and most importantly, from her!

Sabeth once again gave up clawing at the curved metal chastity belt covering her crotch and tugged instead at the bag fitted tightly over her nose and muzzle, formerly worn by a stallion to force her to constantly breath his scent. It drove her urges even higher and made her long for her former boyfriend Brant. Surely he would rescue her if he knew the torment she was in. Take her away... oh how she would reward him, spreading her legs and jaws for him. She licked her lips, deeply regretting never having tasted his cock when she had the chance. The longing to nuzzle into his crotch was overwhelming, as was the need to feel it down there, ramming away.

"Nrrrrrrgggggh!" she called out, thrashing her head, trying to shake off the bag and keep her mind from going back THERE. Thinking about stallions just made it worse, but it was so hard to think of anything else. Her head was stopped by a firm grip on her nose and she meeped, looking up into slitted cat eyes.

Nella tsk-tsked at the horny mare. "You weren't trying to take that off, were you? Removing Masters bondage without permission is a no-no for slutty cunts like you."

Sabeth felt the heat diminish just a tiny bit, pushed aside by her anger at the foul-mouthed feline guard. Her desires receded yet again as her anger was replaced by fear, wondering what the cat would do to her this time. Would she punish her by using pain with whips and paddles, or worse... using pleasure and her tongue.

Watching from the other side of the cave, Leolyn winced as she saw Sabeth yet again misbehaving. Unlike most times, she couldn't really be blamed. Leolyn's own heat was a raging inferno in her belly, and her breasts. She winced at the thought of her breasts. Ever since the dragon gave them those seeds to eat, they had swollen and started producing milk. A daily milking was required or the pressure grew unbearable. Poor Sabeth had been unable to stay still long enough to let anyone help milk her, so Leolyn could only imagine how much they ached, and added to the sensations of heat and desire they all felt, if not as strongly as Sabeth. Still... nobody had escaped her harsh tongue, and Leolyn had been the target of Sabeth's cruelty more than once in recent times. It was hard not to feel at least a little satisfaction in seeing her brought down so.

At the beginning Sabeth had seemed like such a figure, a member of royalty to look up to for leadership when they had all still been adjusting to their recent enslavement. Soon though Sabeth had her favorites, a little clique of followers and began treating everyone else as inferior. One couldn't have royalty without serfs. It felt good to be part of it, and Leolyn enjoyed even the small feeling of superiority over the others. A tiny light in the darkness of being a dragon's worthless slave.

It didn't last. Leolyn suspected Sabeth had never really led before. Her skills were limited to putting others down to prop herself and her followers up. She eventually insulted everybody, drew the ire and attention of the guards, and worse of all, their Master. Seeing Sabeth tortured and humiliated repeatedly took away what little shine she had, and her followers slowly drifted away, disgusted with her, and in a few cases, of themselves for seeking refuge in the suffering of others. Leolyn had decided that while she wasn't about to throw herself on her own horn to help others, that she wasn't going to make things worse for them just to make herself feel better. Time after time she saw any mare's attempt to take control backfire. It was not as bad as it had been at the beginning. Nobody else had been taken away to be fed to a plant like poor Evanna had. That was a lesson they had all learned fast. Disobedience was a BAD idea.

She turned away from what Nella was doing to the poor unicorn. It looked like she had decided to give Sabeth yet another tongue lashing as she called it. Her own fingers slid between her legs to stroke. Cumming didn't make the need go away, but it did help. For a little while. The touch made her thoughts focus on sex, making it hard to think of anything else. Memories of stallions she knew flashed before her eyes, and she recalled the loving moments she had spent with a select few. She fantasized about stallion cock, so big and red and bumpy.

She almost stopped rubbing as she realized the image she was fixating on wasn't a stallion, it was her dragon Master. It was impossible to get the two shapes mixed up, they were as different as night and day. One was smooth and gentle and the other was rough and hard, and big... oh so big. She had been the first to experience it, getting raped by him shortly after being brought here.

She whimpered, thinking that she might as well fantasize about a dragon. She might never see a stallion again, let alone fall in love and be taken gently by him. Her fingers slide inside of herself and she moaned, her mind flitting from one to the other. She cried out suddenly, then clamped her lips shut in embarrassment as her body shuddered and her mind reeled.

Her fingers slid from her as she panted, the pressure and need released, even if just a little. She sighed and thought how lucky some of the others were. Not everyone thought they were lucky, but Leolyn did. That farm girl, Chakal was in charge of Master's big beast, that light blue drake with the scary teeth. Some of the mares worried for her, but Leolyn had spoke with her before she had been chosen and knew that she loved exotic animals.

Mehgan had been taken into Master's harem. It had been a scary thought but the few times Master had referred to her it was with fondness, and she had heard enough from the guards to know that his harem was treated MUCH better than the rest of his slaves. So what if she had to fuck him? They all were subject to that particular torture. Might as well get rewarded for it.

Then there was Tamira. That strong brave warrior, who almost died trying to fight off the dragon raids. That poor thing had been guilt-ridden over her failure, but nobody blamed her, except for Sabeth. Dragons were huge and scary and there had been so many. She turned her attention back to Sabeth with a glare. It was Sabeth's constant put downs and insults against Tamira that had helped Leolyn see Sabeth for what she was. Now look at them. Sabeth was writhing in torment while Tamira got privileges and status, trusted to guard Master's property.

They were all slaves, stripped of their clothes, freedoms and rights. Raped. Beaten. She shivered, and dominated. Kneeling and obeying quickly now. It was a harsh life. But... not all were treated equally badly. Rahmor liked many things, from foot licking, to cock sucking, to a rough raping. She doubted he would ever stop doing any of them, but he DID seem to choose who did what based on how much he liked them. Telly had been especially obedient of late, making it clear she was trying to please her Master, not simply obey his commands to avoid punishment. He hadn't raped her, or tortured her. He had even been gentle with her, if you could call anything a dragon did 'gentle'.

One by one, roles were being chosen for them. Tamira, Chakal, Mehgan, and Evanna all knew what was in store for them. She shuddered as she wondered if Evanna even had thoughts anymore. She forced herself to think of the rest. Dana... she was going to have something to do with Tamira, that was clear. Telly was becoming a favorite of his. Oara had been told she would learn to torture and punish. Sabeth... who know what his plans for her were, but it was clear they would NOT be pleasant.

What of herself? What would become of her? What things would happen when Master called out for Leolyn? It made her stomach churn to think of begging that dragon for anything. Had she any other choice? Resist? She imagined herself a decade from now, chained and whipped and tortured in some smelly dungeon, separated from the herd and alone. Suffering, but proud and unbroken. She shuddered again. No. What was the point of that? She would gladly fight his control if there was some hope of rescue or escape, but there simply wasn't. Nobody ever came BACK from dragon captivity. She knew that before she ever dreamed she might be one of them. Now that she saw how things were for herself she was even more convinced.

If Oara was to be forced into a life of giving pain, that surely meant someone would be picked to receive it. She made a fist. That wasn't going to be her. She couldn't run from her fate. Couldn't fight it. Couldn't hide from it. There was only one person who could help her. Master. She wondered what he thought of her... nice thoughts... or cruel? Leolyn let out a soft whimper as she made her decision, then pushed herself to her hooves and slowly made her way to the back of the cave.

Ralean watched the unicorn approach as she relaxed at her guard station. It was little more than a chair, but that was more than enough to show her superiority to the rest of the slaves who didn't have so much as a pillow or blanket to rest on. The hard stone floor was a constant reminder of their Place in Master's lair. She recognized this one as Leolyn. No had no special orders for this one, and she waited to see what was wanted.

Leolyn was always uncomfortable around either of the feline guards. Nella mostly because of her cruelty, but both were predators and that made her nervous. She never had much experience with non-unicorns before. Her small village was made up of unicorns exclusively, like most were. She tried to ignore the claws on the leopard and her slightly frightening fur pattern, so unlike the smooth and gentle white and gold of her own kind. She bit her lip, trying to make herself talk as she stood before the guard.

Ralean swished her tail back and forth as she watched the unicorn curiously. She was fascinated by the enslavement and training process. Watching a slave learn, transformed from an unruly and ungrateful mess into a perfectly fitted piece of the Dragon Empire. She herself had been taken while she was young, very young. She hardly remembered her life before, and was happy to forget it. Nothing but chaos. Not like the orderly, structured life here. They way it should be. "Yes, slave?" she finally asked.

Now that she was here, she lost some of her nerve. Did she really want to do this? She thought again of that dark dungeon, or being tied up to help train Oara. She gulped and gathered her strength and spoke softly, in almost a whisper.

"I... I want to go... I mean... offer myself... like Mahgan did. To his, I mean Master's... harem."

Ralean almost awwwed at the little thing. So cute, but so mistaken. She said, "Master only takes one of any species into his harem, and he already has a unicorn."

Leolyn let out a whine, not sure if she was disappointed or relieved. "Oh..." was all she said, shuffling her feet. She wrung her hands, feeling like she was too late. She asked, "Is there anything... else like that?"

Ralean hmmed and thought, watching the unicorn carefully. She didn't think this one wanted to be part of Master Rahmor's harem because she truly wished to serve Him. Perhaps she wished to have the privileges and protections they had. Most likely, she just wanted to avoid a worse fate like so many others. It was wrong to only think of oneself, especially from a slave who had no other duties or concerns other than her Master. It was however, a start. One she had seen many times. Not all slaves could recognize the Truth of dragon society by themselves. Many had to have it beaten into them. This one... perhaps.

"You wish to find a Place you can serve happily, don't you?"

Leolyn didn't think happy would ever enter into it, but she certainly wanted to avoid the worst of what a dragon could offer. She nodded silently.

Ralean said, "I can't help you."

Leolyn tucked her tail between her legs a bit at the dismissive tone. She had thought this guard was, well, not nice, but not cruel either. Willing to help.

Ralean added after a pause, "Only our Master can choose your Place. But you can give him more choices."

Leolyn blinked, looking at Ralean with confusion, and a bit of hope. Was there something she could do after all? She asked, "What choices? How?"

Ralean said, "You are like a piece of a puzzle, slave. Master looks at you, sees your shape, and decides where you would best fit. Most furries are badly shaped. They need to be forced into a mold, hammered into it. Forced to take their Place in a Dragon's House."

Leolyn nodded unhappily. She would not have used those words of that phrasing, but it was clear that Master was quite willing, and able to force them to do anything he wanted. Given enough time, and he had the rest of their lives to work them over, he could do it. But how did that help HER?

"You need to show yourself willing to accept His decision. Submit to Him. Obey Him. Serve Him. Demonstrate your skills, whatever they may be. Show Him all the shapes and roles you can take on. The more Places you can fit, the greater chance that one of them will be something you already enjoy, or can easily learn to."

Leolyn thought about that. It made a kind of twisted sense. Chakal never would have been picked if she had not shown her lack of fear of the great beast. Rahmor saw that, and gave her a job she enjoyed, rather than simply making her a sex or torture toy.

Ralean added, "They may seem to be at times, but dragons are not mindless. They do have their rules, and follow and enforce them very strictly, often without any deviation. But they are still people. They still have feelings and emotions and desires. Strong ones even. He won't put a slave into a Place she does not, and can not fit. But if He has the choice between two slaves that both wish to be serve the same Place, He will pick the one He likes best. Think about your strengths and skills, slave. Do not worry about HOW you can use them. That is for Master to decide. Simply show Him you have them, and are willing to use them as He commands."

Leolyn nodded, feeling a little better. It didn't seem so bad, when put that way. It was like finding a job. Working for another. Learning a trade. You could be lazy and be a laborer, or you could work hard... find a skilled tradesman or business owner and learn from them. Work under them. She started suddenly, struck by a thought. Who did an apprentice work for? Who did they serve? A Master. Master blacksmith, or a Master woodworker. The tasks she may be asked to do were very different, but the act of serving under another wasn't. She knew she wasn't really fooling herself into thinking that made any of this right or just, or even endurable. However. It was another way of looking at things, and even if it only made it a little easier, that was something, wasn't it?

"I'll give you a hint, slave."

Leolyn looked at the cat guard relaxed in her chair and nodded, waiting.

Ralean said, "Strive to know what Master desires, and work to give it to him. For example... if he were to see you talking with me now, how would he wish you to be acting?"

Leolyn furrowed her brows... what did the cat mean? She was just talking, and being polite. Was there something wrong with two furries talking? Two furries. One just a slave, one an honored guard. If anything had been drilled into her by Master Rahmor, it was that slaves showed respect and submission to their Masters. That wasn't really the rule though. The real rule was that everyone shows respect to those above them. She nodded in understanding and slowly got to her knees. "Thank you, uhm, Miss?"

Ralean shook head head slightly, "Miss is too close to Mistress, and Mister is too close to Master. You only have one of those. Other dragons should be called Sir or Ma'am, and only when spoken to first. Dragons tend to call us by what we are, slaves. They care little what names we use to call each other, as long as we are respectful or disdainful as the situation requires. You can call me, or any other member of Master's house by our working title. Or if you are on familiar terms by name. You can call me Guard Ralean. Or Chief Guard for formal occasions, as that is my position."

Leolyn nodded, and gave a little smile, "Thank you, Guard Ralean." She fidgeted a bit and asked, "So... Chief means in charge of some others?"

Ralean snorted, "In charge of ALL the others. I am the head of Master's slave guard."

"Oh... shouldn't you be doing something more important than sitting here watching us? There's nowhere for us to run, and nothing to guard us from."

"More important? You mares cost more than the rest of his slaves combined. Most dragons can afford one unicorn, at most. Other than his harem, which is well protected both inside and out, there is nothing more valuable than you lot. It's an HONOR to be assigned here."

Leolyn pondered this. Valuable? Her? Their Master never treated them like they were valuable. He treated them like, well, slaves. Unicorns did stay clear of dragons. They disliked cities, so avoided the west coast, but kept far from the dragon borders, forming their own clusters of villages midway between. She grumped, not far enough from the dragons. It did mean that unicorn slaves were rare, or at least used to be. She still didn't know how many they captured, but in her short time before being taken here she had seen so many, so very many. If they were so valuable, surely he would pick them for more pleasant duties. Why waste a valuable slave scrubbing floors out of sight when they could... what?

She tried to imagine what else might be going on beyond those doors. Someone had to cook the food, wash clothes, or even make them? She knew the blue dragon was wealthy, but had no idea what that really meant. He had his own guards, and servants. Did he buy furniture or have it made? Were there records to be kept? She tried to remember her first day here, walking dazed through endless hallways. Where did his lair start? She wished she had more of an education, but had been a jack of all trades, working odd jobs and always putting off focusing on any one thing. She liked new experiences and was loathe to settle on just one. Well, being a slave certainly was a new experience, if not one she would have ever chosen, or wanted.

"Could you... put in a good word for me?"

Before the leopard could answer, the door suddenly made a loud 'thud' which signaled the outer doors being unblocked. Ralean was on her feet in a flash, instantly all business as she snapped out, "Back with the others, slave!"

The rest of the mares were already assembling into a line, kneeling to face the door, heads bowed. Even Sabeth managed to take her position, squirming more than the others but knowing even in her sexual haze that THIS was not something to ignore.

None of them dared look up as three figures entered their prison.

Dana crawled on all fours, ball gagged and leashed. She sighed a bit in relief in seeing her home. Crawling was difficult and she was glad it was finally over. The only positive aspect was who was holding her leash. She glanced up at Tamira, then quickly away as her vantage point only gave a good view of the warrior's butt from below. She blushed, but was grateful it was her. Rahmor was quick to yank and tug on her leash, but Tamira had a much lighter touch, making sure to give advance warning and not to pull too hard.

Ahead of the crawling mare, Tamira walked on her hooves, giving the unicorn girls a quick look over. There was never any telling what Nella would do to the poor things. She didn't see any fresh bruises or marks and she relaxed, just a bit. Nella was one thing, but Master Rahmor was quite another. He surely did plan something, and there was simply no stopping His intentions. She fought off a desire to scratch at her side where the ropes had chafed uncomfortably while she had been tied up to Dana. It hadn't ALL been uncomfortable and she now struggled not to smile as well as scratch. Her Master would surely be displeased if she squirmed during, well, whatever he was going to do.

Rahmor of course, was first, looking over his mares with pride and satisfaction. All lined up, neatly and orderly, and obediently. Even Sabeth, aside from her slouching and squirming. He glanced down at Dana and said, "Hmmm, she's not in line with the others."

Tamira gulped a bit, fighting down the urge to protest that she couldn't possibly be blamed for not lining up!

Rahmor said casually, "I suppose she should join them... unless she could serve better where she is. Shall I find something for her to do, slave Tamira?"

Tamira relaxed at the start of Rahmor's speech, but grew nervous by the end of it. Rahmor never gave his slaves ANY choice that wasn't also some sort of test, or unless it had major ramifications. She was sure this was going to decide something, but what? Would he be angry if she showed favoritism, and give Dana some cruel punishment? Or would letting her go back with the others make him think she didn't care for the mare, and he would never let them be together again? She let out a soft whine under her breath, not knowing what he wanted her to say. She feared the possibilities of both, but feared being separated from her newfound love more.

"Please, yes..." said Tamira.

Rahmor nodded. "Very well. Dana, head, here."

Dana looked up to see Rahmor holding out his hand. Nervously she got to her knees and placed her chin in his palm. She flinched as his talons moved over her face, but only to unbuckle her muzzle and pull the large red ball gag from her mouth with a wet plop. "Gahhh," she said and worked her sore jaw.

"Dana... look at the sorry state of Tamira's hooves. Dusty, dirty. Polish them until you are told otherwise."

Dana nodded, turning to look at them, and then wondered where she would find a rag and brush and polish. There certainly were any such things here, or all the other mares wouldn't also be in a similar state. She was about to ask where she could find some grooming supplies when it clicked and she flushed deeply. "Oh... of course. Yes Master."

Tamira thought being groomed wouldn't be so bad, until she saw Dana bend down and give one hoof a long, slow lick of her tongue. She almost pulled her hoof away, not liking to see Dana humiliate herself so. Not to her! That was something dragons did and enjoyed, not unicorns! But if she pulled her hoof away Dana would be put back in line, or worse, so she stayed and tried her best not to move. She certainly didn't want to step on her friend by accident! She took a deep breath and steadied herself, feeling that warm tongue brush against her ankle as it worked around the top of one hoof. Was this Rahmor's way of punishing her for a wrong decision, or in some twisted way, a reward?

Rahmor stepped forward, closer to the lien of unicorn slaves. A row of breasts and downturned muzzles greeted him, horns gleaming like a line of golden icicles. Such beauty, and submission. Even now, only partly trained they almost radiated obedience with their gleaming white fur. All his. He swelled with pride, and soon discarded his kilt, letting them all see his pride for themselves, red and thick.

"You all want that heat to be soothed, don't you slaves?" he asked.

The horns all bobbed, not completely in unison, but close.

"I have a special treat today, and for the next several until you are over your little cycle. Assuming you want it badly enough, and from the smell and sight if your wet cunts, I think you do."

The blue dragon walked up to one end of the unicorns, giving her muzzle a slap with his cock, "Lick as I pass, slaves..."

The unicorn mrrmmped as she licked and sucked at the offered tip, her sex burning in desire and hardly needing the order. Then the cock began to move down the line and she leaned to follow it, only stopping as the next muzzle bumped into her nose to take the shaft, carrying it along a line of lips and tongues as the dragon inspected his herd.

"Yes, you are eager little sluts. Yet another reason you are slaves among dragons who have no such seasonal disorders."

Leolyn took the cock with her lips as it came within reach, thinking that unicorns only had this disorder because a certain blue dragon withheld their herbs that controlled it! But she didn't dare say it, and was too distracted by the tempting scent of the dragon to dwell on it too long. She leaned forward suddenly to engulf as much as the shaft as she could, bobbing her head and turning it to follow the dragons movements, gasping as she finally had to let go and pass it onto the next.

Rahmor smiled and nodded, "Good girl."

Leolyn squirmed at the praise, not because she was happy to be praised, but because it meant he noticed her extra attentions and would be more likely to place her somewhere good.

Rahmor walked down the line, enjoying the differences in all the muzzles. Some were eager, others desperate, some intent on pleasing. Telly as always was very dutiful, but he noticed Leolyn's attempts as well. Then there was Sabeth, the bag still tightly tied over her muzzle, huffing audibly. He patted her face, then turned his head to check up on Tamira and Dana, examining Dana's progress.

Dana had finished licking one hoof down and was using her tail as a makeshift rag to scrub and brush at it. She heard Masters approach, but until he said otherwise she focused on her work. It wasn't so bad, other than the licking. She didn't mind making Tamira look pretty. If anyone deserved a little loving care, it surely was Tamira!

Rahmor smirked as he turned back to the mares, looking even more disheveled and distracted after the taste of what their bodies cried out for. He pulled a large wineskin from his belt and popped off the top, lowering it to give Sabeth a whiff.

Sabeth whined! Even through the saliva-soaked bag on her muzzle she could smell the scent of stallion cum. Unicorn stallion cum. Her cunt PULSED in need and she almost reached for it, struggling to contain herself. "Mrrrrrmph!"

Rahmor walked back down the line, letting them all get a whiff, enjoying their tails whipping about behind them, their eyes widening and then narrowing in lusty need. "Yes, this is the real thing. I traded some of your milk for it. A mouthful of this will make all those terribly desires go away all day." Plenty of shifting on knees and needful whimpers followed him as he reached the end.

"Now, slaves... show me how much you need it. Slap your tits. Use both hands. I want to HEAR the sound of them being punished. Now!"

Leolyn wasn't the first to strike herself, but she made sure she wasn't the last either. She lifted her right hand and whacked her left tit, crying out at the harsh and painful feel. Her breast lifted up by the blow, then back down and ached from the hit. She glanced to her left and right, seeing the rest slowly begin to perform their duties. Not all were hitting very hard, some seemed unable to figure out the best angle or just couldn't bring themselves to punish their sensitive, swollen breasts to any degree. Leolyn wondered if she hit herself extra hard, would that impress her Master? Would it get her a better place... or would he think that self-punishment was her skill?

"I suppose you don't want to sample this bad enough? Do you LIKE being a horny, slutty bitch?"

Leolyn saw Rahmor dressing down one of the other mares who was only giving her tits light pats before the warning, and was not hitting harder and crying out with the others. Leolyn decided that doing more than was required was safer than less, and struck again, and again. She used both hands, whacking each of her breasts from the underside, but from different directions, then moving to the other. Alternating breasts as she smacked herself, owing and ngggging as she hit flesh that only became more and more sensitive. It hurt too much to concentrate on one, so she switched, smacking one each with her hand, but that didn't allow any time to recover so she moved back to the other pattern. "Oww... oww... ouch!"

Rahmor nodded in satisfaction as he watched. It wasn't easy to hurt yourself. Like pulling out a splinter or touching a sore spot, there was an instinctive desire to not do anything that hurt. It took will to overcome that. Many of these mares didn't have it. Luckily for them, he had plenty of will to spare, and was happy to bend them to it.

Leolyn grunted as she continued. From the sounds she could tell the mare beside her was pacing herself. Leolyn just hit harder, grunting with the effort, wanting to show that she was special. Worth more. Better suited to whatever special tasks Master Rahmor might have. She didn't dare look up to see if he was watching, she simply redoubled her efforts, making sure to send her breasts flying upward from each blow, almost juggling them as she smack, smack, smacked herself despite the pain.

"Yes... thats a good girl. Your efforts please me."

Leolyn gasped and panted, happy to hear the words, until she saw empty floor in front of her. Rahmor was several mares down the line, looking at Telly who was working herself over in an almost desperate manner. She gritted her teeth and wasn't going to be upstaged by her! Smack. SMACK. SMACK! "Ngggraaahhhh!"

"Enough!"

Hands all fell to white furred thighs, the cries dying down to whimpers and gasping breaths and pants.

"Very good... I think you all did well enough. Starting with you, turn to face each other. Pair up."

All the mares shifted in place, turning to face each other. All except Sabeth who had no partner. She had been unable to hit very hard due to the heavy pendants hanging from her pierced nipples. As badly as she wanted the release, she couldn't bring herself to hit her poor abused breasts. A life of luxury I'll prepared her even less than the others for such tasks. She whined pleadingly.

Rahmor moved to stand near Sabeth and said, "Oh, I see you have no partner. Only eleven of you, without Dana to make twelve. Too bad Tamira wanted her services."

Sabeth let out a snort, glaring at Tamira with a dagger-like stare. Then a paw flashed and smacked into her face, sending her reeling. Errrpmh!

"Pay attention, cunt. I'll deal with you after the rest get their needs taken care of."

Sabeth gasped as she lay on her side, whining, her whole body on fire. A mare's heat wasn't meant to go on for so long, and certainly wasn't meant to have a stallion-scented bag tied over her muzzle, driving the sensations higher and higher and higher. Added to the effects of the pod plant created hormone seeds that made her breasts swell with milk, it resulted in a torturous desire no female furry was ever meant to endure. It was little surprise Sabeth was unable to cope, and she cried silently in frustration and need as Rahmor left her to writhe on the floor.

Rahmor hefted the wineskin and moved to the first pair of mares. "Heads to the sides, and keep your muzzles shut and tongues in your mouths! If I see you so much as SNIFF before you have permission you will spend the night on the horse." He gave a flick of his tail to the triangle shaped wooden contraption, looking like a doghouse with a metal L shape running along the top. Everyone had seen Sabeth and Tamira forced to straddle it and nobody wished to experience it for themselves.

Satisfied, he poured out a stream of thick, white good onto one of the mares breasts, coating both of the bruised orbs. "There... now rub against each other. Do try and keep it on your breasts, but make sure to work it in good." He moved to the next in line, and poured.

Telly had a bit of a problem with her full, swollen belly, but managed to squirm and shift and rub against her partner. She moaned at the discomfort of pressing her bruised breasts against another, equally wounded pair, but the scent made her drool and groan.

Nobody was dumb enough to try and get a taste as Rahmor poured five times for each pair. He waited for them all to rub the sticky stuff into each others chests as he capped the wineskin. One more look behind him showed Dana working on Tamira's other hoof now. Tamira was struggling not to show any expression, but Rahmor saw her emotions clearly, his dragon eyes piercing her fur to see the flowing heat beneath, the blush that wasn't visible to furry eyes, the tensions of muscles as she struggled not to clench a fist or move a leg. The almost glow of her sex showing her arousal. Furries might claim they had no desire to submit or dominate, but it was a lie. They all did. They just had to be shown their Place to find it. He smiled, returning to his work.

"Good. Now... each pair of you, starting with the one on THAT side, suck one of your partner's breasts clean of cum. When I say 'switch' you will stop and let your partner have a turn. You will each get a chance to suck each of your partner's breasts clean once. If you don't finish... tough. Start... NOW!"

Leolyn was on the side that got to go first and she dipped her head down and glomped onto a wet, sticky, furry tit. She mmmprrmped as she licked and sucked, mouthing the orb and the DELICIOUS sticky unicorn cum that covered it. Her nostrils flared as she tried to gobble the breast before her, ignoring the whines of the mare she was devouring. She even nibbled a bit, trying to squeeze out any from the fur, giving her partner a few accidental nips, but not caring. It was so GOOD... her body screamed for MORE, MORE MORE!

"Switch!"

Leolyn gasped as her head was roughly pulled upwards, but she had just enough sense to have heard and understood the command. She licked her lips, savoring the taste, and then a rough mouth chomped down on a badly bruised breast. "Oooowowich!" She squirmed but didn't push the muzzle away, not wanting to deprive the mare of her release, and also not wishing to draw the dragon's ire. Already her horn was faintly warming as it worked on her abused breasts, but that only made the discomfort worse as it accelerated both the healing, and the pain of it. She winced as teeth bit down, lips suckled and her breast was grabbed and squeezed by a hand to hold it.

"Switch!"

Wasting no time, Leolyn wrenched the other mare's face away and went to town on the other girls second tit, sucking and licking, knowing this was her last chance and giving everything she had into sucking every last drop from the white fur. Mrrrph-suckle-lick-suck-pant.

"Switch!"

All too soon it was over, for her... and she endured a second round of sucking and licking and hard squeezing. Her poor tit was worked over ruthlessly, soaked from both sum and spit, but far more spit now as most of the seed had been sucked off. Still the mare continued to gobble her breast. "Nrrrghowowowowie!"

"Enough! Face forward!"

All the mares obeyed, even Sabeth who had gotten back onto her knees.

"Your bodies need cum, and a climax to convince them you have been bred. Prove you are worthy of a good orgasm. Starting on this end, spread wide, and give yourself one good pussy slap. Make it count."

Leolyn listened as the first mare whined, and then smacked herself in the pussy, the sharp and wet sound followed by a cry and whimper.

"Good... passed. Next!"

Several more smacks were heard, and then it was her turn. She spread herself wide, her hand tingling from having hit her breasts so hard, not to mention how bad they hurt! She took a deep breath and raised her hand to the sky, and swung it down with all her might before she could have second thoughts. SMACK! She nggggged and hissssed in pain as her hand drove flat into her delicate, and super-sensitive flesh. "Ahhhh-ahhh-ooooowwwwwwwooww!" she cried as she shuddered from the blow. She had not held back, not even a little and it hurt! "Uhhhhhng."

"Oh, that was a good one. Here..."

Leolyn squinted through tear filled eyes at the blue dragon, then coughed as he squirted her in the face with the wineskin, thick globs of cum splattering her face and nose. She licked it up as best she could, shuddering with mixed pleasure and distaste at the scent. Her body wanted it bad, but she knew what it was and even in her haze of need, still remembered to be humiliated. Embarrassing or not, the extra cum would make the next day much easier, and she didn't regret a single lick.

Rahmor walked down the line, pausing after a mare gave a less than convincing blow. "Fail."

Heathel whined and trembled. She had tried, but just couldn't bring herself to hit herself very hard. She gasped at the dragons pronouncement and whined.

"Did you not understand my command, slave?"

Heathel shook her head, "I'm sorry Master... I tried..."

He said, "Would you like some help?"

Heathel whimpered and nodded miserably. She just wanted to shrink into herself. The last time Master noticed her she got taken to dinner, put on a platter and nearly eaten! She looked up, wondering who or how she would be helped when a foot slammed into her crotch. "Ngggggrrrrraaagh!" She folded over, clutching her brutalized pussy, muzzle to the floor as she rocked.

"Pass."

The next few slaps were extra loud, except for Telly who Rahmor allowed to skip the test due to her swollen belly. She had struck herself anyway, just for good measure.

Leolyn panted as she waited for Rahmor to finish, glancing up at Tamira and Dana. Dana was still working on the hooves, making a second, or maybe even a third pass now. Lucky her. She didn't look horny at all and must have had a good dose of cum to tide her over. What an easy job, polishing hooves. Way better than beating yourself up! Not as good as Tamira's job though, getting to stand up, leave the lair, go on whatever adventures she had out there. She wasn't getting her cunt beaten, that was for sure! She even looked like she was going to get a slave of her own. Lucky mare!

"Very good, you all passed. Now you can help each other cum. Half of you get on your backs, the other turn around and straddle your partner, then eat them out until you both cum. Twice. First pair to cum gets a reward, last, gets a punishment. Go!"

Leolyn gulped at the order, then turned to her partner. Marie. Funny how she never thought of her other than 'partner' until now. Or slave. Whatever Master called them seemed to stick, and if she had time to think about it she would have been worried at what was happening to her mind. But she had no time and nearly threw the poor mare to the floor, spinning around and sitting on Marie's muzzle before burying her own in the stunned girl's muff. SLURP!

Rahmor watched the mares move into position and mrrrrrmed, fingers stroking himself. He stepped back for a better view, and grinned at Tamira. The mare was clearly not pleased. She didn't like seeing the others abused, but she wisely was saying nothing. He smirked and faced Tamira, popping the cork from the wineskin with a thumb and giving Tamira's pussy a squirt of the remaining stallion cum. "It seems you have a dirty cunt. Dana! Clean it!"

Dana ulped and stopped her work on Tamira's hooves, moving to kneel between them instead as she looked up at the white-stained pussy before her. She sniffed, the alluring scent drawing her tongue, inexperienced as it was, to the pink flesh.

Tamira nggghed and quivered on her knees as a hot, hungry tongue began to work her over. "Uhhhnnnngghh... ahhh..." she said, the sight of nearly a dozen mares performing 69 on each other helping to drive any thoughts out of her head. She would hate the blue dragon later... after... ngggh. Her train of thought trailed off as she got a crooked, dopey smile on her face, eyes unfocusing before closing entirely.

Rahmor chuckled. He was going to miss having her all horny from heat. Sadly it didn't last more than a week, and he did need her thinking clearly for her duties. There were ways to extend it, and some dragons kept a slave or two in heat permanently, but it was bad for their health and mental state. Left them weak and confused and given enough time could leave them permanently sex-starved and mushy-brained. A deserved fate in some cases, but not one he was interested in for any of HIS mares. Not unless one failed to find any Place at all. Then he would consider it. That would come later, for now though... he would.

"Ralean! Suck me off, now!"

Ralean quickly moved from her station at the door, ignoring a dirty look from Nella. She considered sticking her tongue out at her sister guard simply to teach her a minor lesson, but decided that would be better done in private, and with more force. Instead she settled to her knees and smiled happily at the dragon member before her. There was no need to pretend, she loved to serve her Master in any way she could. She was a flawed furry, and would never be a REAL member of the Dragon Empire. Luckily Rahmor did not mind, and treated her as well as she could expect, unlike many others. She opened her mouth wide. As a feline she didn't have the long muzzle of a dog or equine, and her sharp cat teeth were also a problem, but she made up for her physical shortcomings the way she made up for her mental ones. With fierce determination and a great deal of skill.

Rahmor shivered and groaned as his guard went to work. She could teach Tamira a think or two about cocksucking. Rrrrrngh. Tamira's fumbling attempts were endearing however, and were a constant reminder of her lesbian tendencies. He enjoyed being reminded of that as it made it all the more pleasurable to know his domination of her was complete enough to overcome her distaste for males. She didn't go down on him because she liked it. She did it because he ordered it. He shuddered as tongue, lips and fingers worked him over expertly. The lair was filled with the sounds of sucking and slurping, moans and groans. He huffed, getting more distracted than he had anticipated.

"Nella... keep track of the mares... make sure they cum twice. Huff!"

Nella nodded, not daring to glare at Ralean with Rahmor paying attention, and moved to observe the mares closer. If any failed in their duties, she would notice, and with luck, help deliver the punishment to whoever did, as well as the ones that finished last!

Leolyn whined and licked, grinding her crotch into Marie's muzzle, pleasuring herself with thrusts more than the protesting mare's tongue. Her own lips however were working over the poor girl as well as she could, desperately wanting to be first! She gritted her teeth as she heard a mare cry out in orgasm, redoubling her efforts. "Come on, eat me!"

"Mrrrrph!" was all Marie could get out in reply.

Rahmor quivered in pleasure. He liked nothing more than to see slaves at work. Except for slaves working in an orgy! At his command. Under his control. He groaned as he heard another cry out in orgasm. An orgasm she would never have had if it were not for him. All of the mares before him were writing in lustful pleasure, all from his work. His decisions. His desire. He growled grabbing Ralean's head and pulling her up to her feet. A sucking, skilled as it was, simply wasn't enough. He spun her around, bent her over, and claimed his slave.

Ralean let out a growl of her own, feeling Master's large cock pressing to her sex, and then shoving in, deep. Luckily she was wet and ready, and as loose as a girl her size could be as she took him if not with ease, at least with a minimum of pain. Once again, she didn't let her body's limitations stop her from her duty. She was no dragoness able to take a dragon's full length and force, but she took as much as she could, slamming back against him as he thrusted, making sure he got full use of her sex. A gentle, slower fucking might make her pussy enjoy it more, but nothing but a happy, rutting Master could satisfy her desire to serve and please. "Unf... fuck me, Master... fuck your slave... nggghhh!"

Rahmor did so, clawed hands on her hips, hammering away... slamming into her again and again as he watched his slaves sucking and cumming. A sea of white and gold. He cocked his head to see Tamira wobbling back and forth, Dana's muzzle buried in her crotch. Once more he felt pleasure and pride. They were so different. One loved cocks, the other loved cunts. One strong, the other girly and sweet. On the surface they were incompatible. Yet they fit together so perfectly. He needed no force, no hammering of their wills to fit them to each other. Just subtle, and not so subtle manipulations until their hidden shapes fit neatly to each other, guided by his will and power. He grunted, watching them and the rest of his mares, and let out a roar as he came hard and long.

Ralean howled at the climax inside her, letting out a feline mrrrrrowl of pleasure at having gotten her Master off so quickly, and with such a forcefully cumming! She ground her fine, toned ass back as she let him hump her, then slid off him as he pulled back, neatly turning to lap and lick him clean. Her own sex was messy, stretched and pained... but she endure the discomfort. Relished it. Proof of her good service. Proof that she had His favor, and that more than anything else was what she craved. After of course, craving to please Him. Master came first, always.

Leolyn felt like she had been licking at the mare under her for days. She had cum twice, the first was easy, her horny body eager to release, the second took longer but still wasn't too hard. Marie however was more trouble, squirming and gasping under her, whimpering more than moaning. Leolyn continued her assault on the mares sex, having heard Master roaring his own climax, she knew he would be watching. Finally she felt Marie shudder under her, and with the best her lips and tongue could do, finally got her off for her second time.

Marie gasped and groaned, feeling the crazy mare roll off of her. She had been so smothered by her grinding hips it was amazing she got off once, especially with her poor pussy all smacked and then nommed on like it was a pile of hey. That mare needed to learn how to eat a girl better!

Rahmor sighed in pleasure, all the mares having finished, even Tamira had at least one climax. He tapped Dana's muzzle with his tailtip, "You can stop now, slave."

Dana pulled back, the front of her muzzle soaked in juices and nodded breathlessly, still intoxicated by the stallion cum.

Rahmor mrrrred, "Nella. Winners and losers."

Nella smiled, "Those two finished first."

Telly blushed as she and her partner were pointed at, happy to have pleased her Master and given him yet one reason to keep her.

Nella moved her arm and grinned, "Those too finished last."

Leolyn gasped and felt her heart sink. Last? She was going to get punished! Worse, she was going to look bad in the eyes of Rahmor. She let out a whimper, giving Marie a dirty look, and one for that pregnant mare Telly too for finishing first when it should have been herself!

Rahmor mrrmed and nodded. "Telly was one of the winners... I should have expected that. She's such a good mare. Well then... I'll dish out both rewards and punishment... then deal with one last problem."

Sabeth groaned as blue filled her vision. She looked up, drooling into the bag after sucking on it, desperate for more of the stallion scent.

Rahmor said, "Gag and bind the rest, guards."

Ralean, Nella, and a wobbly Tamira quickly grabbed ball gags and locks and began binding the tired, sated mares. There were hardly any noises of complaints as their bodies were finally relaxing, the heat draining from the potent unicorn seed, hormones and a touch of unicorn magic working together. They were all hog-tied on their bellies, gagged with their custom fitted ball gags and muzzles to strap them in place.

Rahmor smiled as the three guards worked. Tamira of course was reluctant, but obedient. He could see the mares she muzzled was done with a light touch. Not loose, still tight enough to keep them from working the balls out of their mouths, but fitted to be more comfortable. Ralean of course used enough force to get the job done securely, her muzzle straps tighter but not unreasonably so. Amusement filled his eyes as he watched Nella yanking on the straps of one mare, her ball gag crammed tightly into her muzzle, tight straps pulling her lips back in a grimace. Not too excessive, but clearly more than required to simply silence and humiliate a slave. Good girl. All of them were. He gazed at them fondly before turning back to the whining slut at his feet.

"Do not worry my little whore. You will get yours soon enough..."

Sabeth whined and trembled, both terrified and desperate for whatever awaited her. She wanted to say she would do anything to ease the longing in her loins. Anything. As hard as she tried, all that came out was muffled moans through the bag on her muzzle.

It didn't matter. Rahmor knew, and would take brutal advantage of her state. He smiled in anticipation.