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Fates of the Unicorns - Chapter 72 - Desperation

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!

_ 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_._ _

Fates of the Unicorns is the cover and a good place to start for new readers.

Rahmor clapped his hands together. "At ease, girls, except you four."

The blue dragon pointed to the two pairs of unicorns who had been picked out as the winning, and losing group, watching as they stayed still and the rest shuffled on their knees back away from him. He smiled, enjoying their attempts to not draw his attention, their slow fleeing once given the order to do so. Some huddled in small groups, others put their backs against the wall. But all he noted, kept him within their view. Much like a herd of wild horses watching a lion stalking them. He smiled.

Rahmor turned to Telly and her partner, Kindem. "You two came first, so you get your reward."

Telly gave a nod, kneeling with her swollen belly between her legs. The only reward she wanted was more assurance she would not be sent away. It wasn't as if she truly enjoyed being Rahmor's slave, but the dragon capital was big and full of MUCH scarier dragons. Better to stay with the devil you knew, and all your friends, than be alone with one that very likely would be worse.

Kindem panted a bit, her pussy still tingling from where Telly had licked and suckled with great effort. Was she turning into a lesbian? Maybe a little. She did like cock, as long as it went in the RIGHT place. She did NOT like it from behind, and in the mouth was disgusting. She shuddered, remembering the endless day of forced oral she got as punishment early on in her capture. She still hated the idea of a dirty, smelly cock in her mouth, but was at least able to deal with it now. She wondered what her reward would be, and was glad she wasn't going to be punished. She just knew he would send her back to all those males for another session. At least it wouldn't be cum!

Rahmor held out the nearly empty wineskin of stallion cum, "You get to share whats left, girls."

Kindem erked and made a face as the wineskin was held out to her. Her stomach churned, but down below, her sex grew damp again. She cursed her stupid body for being in heat and NEEDING the touch of stallion seed so badly. At least she only had to drink half of it.

Telly made a soft noise, looking up at Master Rahmor expectantly, not willing to speak without being spoken to, just like Master had mentioned.

"Yes, slave?"

"I'm not in heat, Master... because of your egg. Maybe Kindem should have it all, since she needs it more? Only if... if that would please you, Master."

Kindem rocked on her knees, wanting to swear. She just couldn't win! Didn't Telly remember she HATED that nasty stuff? What was she thinking? She flicked her tail slightly at Telly's, trying to get her attention while giving her a look. She erked as her chin was grabbed, her head yanked straight forward and force to look up at a stern-faced dragon.

"You DO want this, don't you slave? I could always give you the punishment instead if you didn't WANT your Master gives you."

Kindem gulped and shook her head, or tried, her chin still held fast. "No Master! I want it. Please let me have it?" she said, suppressing a groan.

Rahmor hefted the wineskin, "You sure? IF you don't WANT this, I could get something else. Another bucket of drake cum perhaps."

Kindem did let out a groan this time. She was no fan of nasty male cum, but at least drinking stuff from her own species was better than a dragon, which was better than a beast like that drake. It had smelled so BAD. Ugh! She quickly said, "Please Master... Let me drink it." She opened her mouth wide to show her willingness.

Rahmor nodded, and popped the top off with his thumb, shoving the end of the wineskin into Kindem's mouth and squeezing out the rest.

Kindem tried not to cough or spit, simply swallowing the slimy stuff as it poured onto her tongue. She bleahed at the taste, but her body reacted with pleasure, and she could feel her heat cooling down yet further as she gulped until there was no more.

"Suck, slave... there is still a bit left."

Kindem sucked at the wineskin, getting the last bits, her mouth full of the nasty taste. How some mares LIKED this she couldn't understand. It was so gross! Finally the wineskin was pulled back and she coughed, wishing for a carrot to get rid of the taste in her mouth. She took a deep breath to clear it, and gasped as instead she inhaled a cock! "Mrrrrrrghhmmmph!"

Rahmor chuckled, sliding his thick red shaft past Kindem's lips until the tip reached the back of her throat.

Kindem gripped her thighs with her hands, struggling not to pull away as the thick red mass invaded her mouth. She wanted something to get rid of the taste, but dragon cock was even worse! Her jaw ached already, it was so damn bug, and she had learned, or how she had learned not to scrape her teeth on it. She glucked as the tip prodded the back of her throat, her eyes crossed looking at the length that was still waiting before her muzzle.

"You know... perhaps you would make a good, expert cocksucker."

"Mrrrrmpph!"

"It would be a good fit you know. Having never performed oral before, you have no bad habits to unlearn. Since you don't like it, you won't get turned on and distracted by your own enjoyment. You could make one hell of a cockwhore."

"Mrrrpm-ggrmp-eermp!" Kindem choked as the cock slid forward, filling her throat, making her tail thrash behind her as her muzzle was hammered by several hard, deep thrusts. She coughed and gasped as it pulled back out, then sighed in relief as her chin was released as well. She hoped she wasn't going to get any more rewards! A life as an expert cocksucker? The horror!

"Now... another reward for you both! Nella! Bring the unicorns their treats."

Nella nodded, enjoying the little cock-slut's discomfort. She pulled a pair of two decently sized lidded bowls from the bag Rahmor had brought, quickly padding on soft feline feet to her Master and knelt, deftly holding each bowl in a hand up to him, head bowed.

Kindem looked at the bowl with distrust, wondering what new humiliation would be found, but took it as Rahmor handed one to her. She did have to admire the fancy, light ceramic the bowl was made from. It looked horribly expensive and she was careful not to drop it. Trying to wish for the best, she peered at the lid before hearing a surprised and pleased 'ooooooh' from beside her. She looked to see Telly had opened hers, and it was filled with large, plump blueberries. Kindem's mouth watered instantly. Their food consisted of dry, stale hey and some crunchy pellets for nutritional supplements. While a side of fresh hey was nice next to a good meal, it was all terrible food and the sweet, sugary berries made her stomach gurgle. With trepidation she lifted the lid on hers, expecting a steaming pile of shit, or moldy berries, but gave a little meep of surprise at seeing the exact same berries.

Rahmor let out a soft chuckle as he little pet Nella, the kitty purring away at his feet. "Go one, girls. Eat your reward."

Kindem didn't need to be told twice, and dipped her nose down to take a bunch of the berries in her lips, then chewed slowly and with great pleasure. "MMmmmmrmrmmmm." She sighed blissfully as the taste of cum was finally washed from her mouth, almost as great a pleasure as the delicious taste.

Telly sniffed at the berries, but glanced over her shoulder before making an interrogative noise at the blue dragon, glancing up at him pleadingly before looking down. She knew better than to speak out of turn.

Rahmor sensed the desire to speak as clearly as if the unicorn had tugged on his sleeve or spoken aloud. He nodded at Telly, "Speak, slave."

Telly spoke softly, "Master, is it all right if I... share with the others?"

Kindem froze with a second mouthful of berries before resuming her chewing, very slowly and looking behind to see a number of other mares looking at them with envy. Her grip on the bowl tightened a bit and her heart sank. There was hardly enough for more than a mouthful for each of them if divided up!

Rahmor smiled and gave her a slow nod. "You know that your place is to serve others, don't you... very good, my slave. I am pleased. You may share, yes." All of the other unicorns were watching, craning their necks to see what was being offered, but unwilling to move any closer to the intimidating dragon.

Kindem sighed, licking her lips and peered up at the blue dragon, following Telly's example.

"Yes, cocksucker?"

Kindem gulped and reluctantly said, "May I share mine too, Master?"

Rahmor leaned forward and said, "No. You may not."

Kindem blinked.

"You don't want to share, do you? It's your reward, you earned it. Isn't that right, slave?"

Kindem was glad he had spoken in a lower voice, feeling a bit ashamed at her selfishness. She nodded slowly, her muzzle stained in blue.

Rahmor smiled and gave her a pat on the head, enjoying her little flinch, yet another sign that she understood her place, at least a bit. "There is nothing wrong with that, slave. Some, like Telly, were meant to serve. She is submissive to her core and will be happiest with a Place where she can please others. It makes her happy. You... I can tell you dislike serving. Your spirit is naturally dominant. It's why you never sucked stallion cock. I suspect you took the lead in all of your relationships."

Kindem gave a little nod. She never thought about it like that before, but she was always the one to take charge. Sex was always when SHE wanted it, even to the point of turning a stallion she LIKED down simply because she wanted to be the one deciding when, where, and what was done.

"You will learn your place as MY slave, cocksucker. But where you fit in with the rest... that is up to you, and still very much up in the air."

Kindem squirmed under the intense gaze of the dragon. It was hard to feel anything but submissive and humiliated, kneeling naked before a big, strong dragon. Collared. Enslaved. She missed her freedom, but now had to admit, maybe she missed the feeling of control too. She glanced at the berries, so delicious... but more so because, well, they were hers. Was she selfish... or dominant? That was a very valid question back home, but here... it's seemed that dragons didn't have a word for selfish, in the same way that the fish didn't have a word for wet.

Rahmor spoke loudly, "Telly... I will allow you to share as you asked. Kindem, I deny your request. Those are for you and you alone. No sharing. Dismissed!" He turned, ignoring the two and set his sights on his next task, grinning.

Kindem backed away from the dragon, and a bit from the other mares as she greedily, and with only a little guilt began to devour the berries, eyes closed and loosing herself in the pleasure of the taste and smell of the treat. These were not some scrawny things that grew on wild bushes, but well tended, plump and juicy ones. A savory treat, made even better she admitted, because they were hers alone!

Telly got to her hooves only long enough to move to the group of mares and got back down, the rest crowding around her to pluck a few berries at a time from the bowl. She sighed in pleasure, surrounded by happy noises and smiling faces. Many thanked her as they discussed how delicious they were. She just smiled back as the bowl dwindled, and then felt a tap on her shoulder. She looked over to see a mare holding out a handful for her, and only then realized she hadn't had any for herself!

With a happy nod she nosed at the berry-covered palm and licked them up, eyes closed at the taste, surrounded by mares with happy and blue-stained smiles on their muzzles. For a while, it was bliss.

Rahmor stood over Leolyn and Marie, the losers. Nella had relayed the conversation Leolyn had with his leopard guard Ralean. It was no surprise to him, he had clearly seen how Leolyn had been asking. Trying to gain his favor, wanting to win and earn a reward. It was cute in a way, seeing her trying to fit in. Doing all the right things, but for all the wrong reasons. It was all well and good to WANT things. All dragons did. All dragons worked hard to improve their own lairs, to gather treasures and influence. However, they ALSO worked hard to serve the empire. To find the Place that fit them, and more importantly, all of dragonkind best. Having THINGS was good, but serving the empire, being the best at what you do and where you do it... that was even better. A dragon could be happy living in a dorm with no possessions other than his sword and armor, if he were doing the best job he was capable of. He himself had spent many, many years with nothing to his name but his actions and deeds, and was well pleased by it.

Rahmor thought back to when he was just serving on a drake, and even before, simply fighting among others. He was GOOD at what he did. It was satisfying, pleasing in a deep, primal way. He had a lair now, an extensive one... one of the biggest in the empire due to his commendations and ownership of Tahet, which came with the lair. He felt slightly out of place however. Still adjusting from getting his claws green and yellow with bug ichor, and commanding a group of drakes, only occasionally fighting. He could feel that it was his place to command, but he was still learning how. He was much better at fighting than leading, but he could see that would eventually change. Until it did, it left him feeling somewhat uneasy. Not as uneasy as thinking about the insects. What they did to his friends and fellow fighters. What they might eventually do to him as well. As the owner of a fighting drake he would always continue to fight. Less than before, and less as time went on, but he would always be called upon.

The two mares stared at the floor by the dragons feet. Life was bad enough as a dragon's slave without punishments. Neither wanted to know, let alone experience what he had in mind for them.

"I'll only be punishing one of you for your failures, slaves. But which one? Which of you deserves it more?"

Neither knew how to respond, so they stayed silent.

"Lets have a little game of skill then to decide. Stand! One hoof!"

Leolyn pushed herself up to both hooves, then lifted her left one, holding it in her hand as she wobbled unsteadily. With dismay she saw Marie standing steady and confident. Hadn't she been a dancer of some sort? Of all the luck!

Rahmor instructed, "First to fall looses. You may only touch each other with your horns. Go."

Leolyn erped and have an awkward hop backwards as Marie slashed her horn in Leolyn's direction. For a moment she almost dropped her hoof and ran, before remembering that all their horns had been dulled and there was no danger of being impaled and killed. Brandishing your horn at another furry was like pulling out a knife or sword, a very clear threat. It was something one did when you meant to hurt or kill. One did NOT play with knives, and even less with one's horn!

She gave a jab of her own, but having gained the initial advantage, Marie continued to advance, hopping nimbly forward, jabbing and poking.

"Ow!" cried Leolyn as she took a hit to her shoulder, then the side of her face stung as the hard horn smacked into it. A trained warrior could smash shields and weapons with ease, or crack stone into pebbles. But even untrained, a unicorn's horn carried more force and weight than it should have, and the blow sent Leolyn reeling. She erfed as she took a hit to her side, not hard, but enough to send her to the ground. "Errwhooofffh!"

Rahmor clapped softly, "Very good, slave Marie. Go join the others."

Leolyn grumbled, frustrated that the damn mare who got them to lose in the first place was now escaping the punishment!

"You stay there, on the floor like a good bitch. I'll be back for you."

Leolyn shivered at the tone of the words, the implied pain that was to come. She wondered just what he was going to do to her, and shivered more.

Sabeth hadn't stopped shivering, quivering and grinding since her heat has announced itself, what, weeks, years earlier? She had no idea. It was hard to think, it burned so hot inside her. When she could think, she knew that SOMETHING had been done to her. No natural heat was ever this bad. The bag. The scented bag was driving her to distraction. The metal chastity belt kept her from even that minor release. Even her tits were extra swollen over the enlargement that those strange seeds had done, making her produce milk even without having a foal. She panted, whimpering and trying to get her fingers under the tightly strapped in chastity device for the thousandth time, and froze as blue feet stood before her nose. Whine!

"Well now, bitch... you ready for some release?"

Sabeth nodded, getting up to her hands and knees, then back to just her knees, breasts heavy, not helped by the gold pendants hanging from each of them. She moaned, panting into the hot bag tied over her muzzle.

"Lets start by getting this off, slut"

Sabeth hardly cared about the names anymore, hardly cared about anything. But when the bag was removed she gasped, sucking in cool, fresh air... after so long of being forced to breath her own hot air, scented with madding stallion sweat and musk. She groaned, chin and nose feeling cool, soaked with her own spit where she had sucked helplessly, needfully at the bag.

"There, cunt. Now lets put that mouth to good use."

Sabeth whined, ready for anything if it would ease her desires. Did he want her to suck him again? She would... she needed it. Could smell his maleness, the nearly imperceptible taste of magic in him that her body craved.

"Use that mouth, and tell me what a dirty, horny slut you are."

Sabeth was halfway leaning forward when she heard the command and flushed. Even in her state, she still retained SOME dignity and paused before stammering, "I... I'm a dirty s...sl...slut."

"A dirty, HORNY slut, and you will call me Master when speaking you little bitch."

"I'm a dirty... and horny slut... Master," Sabeth whined.

"I don't think you MEAN it," said Rahmor, pulling Sabeth to her hooves, spreading them with kicks and unlocking her chastity device. It was soaked, as was her crotch.

"Unnngh!" cried Sabeth as the cool air hit her lips, making them throb.

"How HORNY are you, bitch?" snarled Rahmor.

Sabeth couldn't help it, her fingers moving to her sex. "Uhhh... so horny Master... please..."

"Hands behind your back, cunt! You don't sound horny enough to touch yourself."

She whined as she forced her trembling hands behind her. "M...Master... I... I need to."

"Why?"

Sabeth flushed, humiliated and starting to tear up. "Be...because I'm a horny gir... er... slut... Master."

Rahmor casually unfastened his kiln, tossing it to the side where Nella caught it expertly and folded it over her arm. He soon had a raging erection, pointed right at the twitching unicorn mare before him. "If you don't PROVE you are horny enough, the bag and belt go back on for another day. Or two."

Sabeth let out a cry of despair, and then a cry of pleasure as a taloned finger stroked her sex. She arched her back, hands gripping her tail in an effort to keep them from reaching around and grabbing herself, or that cock. "Ahhhh... Master! Please... I'm horny enough! So horny... so... slutty... I am... please believe me."

Rahmor hrmped. "Tell it to my feet, cunt."

Sabeth shuddered. Feet licking was as bad, if not worse than being called such named. But she got down to her knees, still holding her tail and bent down to start licking. "Mrrpmh... Master... I'm horny... help me... pleeeease?"

Rahmor just shook his head and grunted, sliding a foot back, "Not horny ENOUGH... not slutty enough... sluts say dirty things. Sluts ARE dirty. Nasty. Sluts say what they need, what they want done to them. What they want to do to a stallion. You just sound like a needy little princess. A prim little unicorn that doesn't need a good fuck."

Sabeth groaned and licked harder, the words coming out faster, more desperate. "Please... I do need a fuck... I need a fuck bad... fuck me, Master? Fuck... fuck your slut?"

Rahmor mrrred, and gave Sabeth's sex another stroke, this time with the tip of his tail. "Better."

Sabeth continued, urged on by the words and the touch. "Nnnnngh! Yess... yes... fuck me there... fuck my... my... pussy... please Master?"

"Princesses have pussies. Sluts have dirty, nasty cunts."

Sabeth whined but used the unfamiliar and offensive word... "Fuck my cunt Master? Please... h... hard? I... I'm a dirty... a dirty whore. I need it... uhhhhhh..." her words broke off as she lapped and licked at the offered foot, panting.

"It would be WRONG to fuck a princess, wouldn't it? They need pampered, protected and stay chaste. Princesses are virgins. Are you a princess?"

"I'm not a princess Master! I'm a horny slut! A... a. just a... c... cu... cunt..." said Sabeth, cheeks burning as bright as her pussy from the humiliation. She was a princess... but... right now... she kind of wished that she wasn't. "Pleeeeease... Master! Fuck your whore... my cunt needs you ca... cock. My, uhhh... nggh... dirty cunt..."

Rahmor let her continue for long minutes, her begging getting more and more dirty and explicit. After she began to repeat herself he pulled her by her horn back to her knees and pointed at her crotch. "Show Master where you need his cock."

Sabeth spread her legs wide, arching her back. Her sex was so wet and hot, and so humiliating to show it at all, let alone like this!

"Use your hands, slut... open yourself... show me how slutty your dirty little cunt is."

Sabeth groaned, but obeyed, fingers sliding into her sex, pulling her lips apart, reveling her tunnel. The touch made her tremble and want to cum on the spot.

Rahmor grunted in disappointment again. "Such a small, tiny hole. Sluts and whores have big, gaping cunts. That's to small for my cock."

Sabeth pulled harder, stretching herself further, fingers pushing in to expose more of her self. "Massssterrrr! Please... it's a huge cunt! It needs your cock!"

Rahmor stepped forward, a finger pushing his cock down, tilting it until the tip pointed at Sabeth's wet muzzle. "You want fucked? Earn it..."

Sabeth didn't hesitate at all, but went down on the dragon member with all she had, jaws open wide, tongue outstretched as she mrrrrrpmed around delicious dragon meat, sucking and licking. She had fantasized for HOURS about doing this to Brant while suffering in the bag. Now she did everything she regretted not doing to her stallion... wishing it were HIM to fill her need instead of a big, horrible dragon.

Rahmor hurrfed, feeling teeth scrape at times, but ignoring it... wanting her as crazed and horny as possible, not wanting the princess to hold back anything at all. He shivered... it was rough, hard, unskilled... and wonderful. He spoke, "You even suck like a princess. A slut would have swallowed the whole thing by now."

Sabeth whined as best she could with a cock in her muzzle. It was a long, sleek muzzle, a product of superior breeding. It was not, however, long enough to take all of the dragons cock, so she took a breath and shoved forward, choking herself on the massive shaft.

"Glurk! Gulk! Gahhhhhllllurrrrggghhh!"

Rahmor huffed as Sabeth took him completely, for the first time... enjoying the feel of her virgin throat spazeming around him. While a skilled deepthroater could do amazing things, the chocking, desperate gasps and struggles still turned him on more.

Sabeth couldn't breath, couldn't think... she yanked her head back and gasped, catching her breath, and shoved her muzzle down again. Over and over, struggling to take the big beast, desperate for his cum, for his cock... for his touch. Anything to ease the need. Anything at all. She hurked, glurked and choked and gasped in desperation and effort. Sucked like a true slut, because sluts get fucked... and she needed fucked. Bad!

Rahmor grabbed Sabeth's horn, yanking her off his cock and said, "I think... maybe, you might be slutty enough for a fuck."

Sabeth nearly came at the words, shuddering, drooling and gasping. "Yes... Master... please... oh please fuck your slut."

Rahmor smiles, "Then turn around, bend over... and beg Master to fuck you. I better not even hear a HINT of a princess. Princesses do NOT get fucked."

Sabeth moaned and shined, and turned, and gasped. All the other mares, all of them were lined up in a neat row, kneeling. Watching. Her. They saw the whole thing! She covered her wet, dirty pussy with her hands in shame, humiliation, and anger... how dare they watch! She didn't even see the two feline guards at either end, keeping the mares attention focused on her.

Sabeth heard a tsk-tsk noise behind her and let out a whine of abject humiliation. Her pussy BURNED as if it were on fire, her whole body needing, craving what he offered. She bent down and spread her hooves, hiking her tail and despite the audiance began to beg. "Masterrrr... fuck your cunt... fuck it harrrrrrd! I'm a dirty whore and neeeeed your cock! Please... fuck meeeeee!"

"That's pitiful, slut. Begging with just words. You want a fuck? Beg for something to do to deserve your fuck. Beg for a nice diamond stud."

Sabeth's eyes sparkled, and even in her misery and heat, liked the idea of a diamond, a real diamond to show off in her ear. She flicked her ears as she said, "Master... please give me a diamond earing... or... two... I'll wear them if you fuck me."

"Earing? Oh no. This will be a clit piercing, whore."

Sabeth gasped and writhed at the mere thought of having THAT part of her stabbed and pierced! She had her ears done of course, and it hurt! Down there? It was horrible, unthinkable. Even the slightest thought about her sex made her immediately feel just how hot and wet is was. How much it ached with desire. How much worse it would get if she was left like this even one second longer. "Ahhh... ok... please give me a diamond for my clit, Master!"

"Your clit? It's Masters slutty, worthless horny clit."

"Ngggh. Please give my, your dirty horny sluts clit a piercing! Pleeeeeease!"

Rahmor licked his lips, "I'll get you a nice big one, whore. Now go back to begging."

Sabeth begged again, humiliating and degrading herself, tail hiked as she tried to entice her Master to claim her, to fuck her. She chanted and pleaded, begged and groveled, even rubbed her horn against the ground, a sign of abject submission and worthlessness.

Rahmor mrrrmed in enjoyment at the continued begging, letting her go on and on. Deciding she had had enough, and indeed enticed by her hiked tail he hissed, giving Sabeth's ass a firm firm spank, hearing her yelp before continuing her begging. He moved up and grabbed her hips, stabbing at her sex with his cock, "If you stop begging... if you say anything that sounds like a princess, I'll stop and you can go back to the bag until tomorrow..."

Fire spread across her ass from the spank, and then across her face as she heard his orders. She had to be a slut or she would suffer another day or torture. She couldn't bear it, she just couldn't! She grunted as he hit her ass again, the single swat turning into a steady spanking as she began. "Fuuuuck me... fuck my cunt Masterrrrrr!"

Rahmor growled in pleasure as Sabeth humiliated herself, his hands beating her ass left and right, hearing her voice catch at each blow. As she continued to degrade herself, he began to push his thick, ribbed cock into her sex.

Gasping at the intrusion, Sabeth whined, "Yesss... please... put it in me... fuck me... I'm a slut... I'm a whorrrrrre!"

Rahmor pushed harder, deeper into her sex. It was hot, and so wet... like an ocean of heat in there. He snarled, "Scream for me, whore... make the whole empire hear what you are." He gave her a good reason to scream, and slammed home.

Sabeth yowled, and gasped as his pointed tip hammered into her cervix, setting her whole body alight with pain... and pleasure. Oh she needed it so bad. She yelled at the top of her lungs, "Fuck your whore, Masterrrr!" She screamed to the flinching row of mares, making sure they heard... she was no princess! Princesses didn't get FUCKED! And boy was she getting fucked. She grunted and screamed as the cock hammered, pounded and fucked her. The words slammed through her mind and out her mouth. Whore... whore... slut... cunt... bitch. Then they dissolved in a torrent of almost unbearable pleasure as she came, hard. Blue dragon hands held the unicorn slut as she let out a primal scream, days of sexual frustration and need all letting go at once, her mind gone, feeling nothing but the pulsing, electric current shooting up and down her spine. She never even felt the cum spurting into her, or being released to collapse onto the floor.

When the world did slowly come back into focus, Sabeth was lying on the floor, her cunt sore but still twitching in aftershocks. She groaned, disheveled and hardly able to push herself up, failing and just lying there in shame, and relief. She thought a princess shouldn't have to suffer so, and flinched as she thought of herself as a princess and not a slut. Only sluts got fucked, and that's what she needed, wasn't it? She twitched and trembled in misery, her mind confused, her thoughts all twisted up. She closed her eyes, wishing herself away from this evil place. She thought again of Brant, her knight in shining armor, wishing he would come rescue him. She fantasized about him striding in, taking her away... and... taking her... hard. She moaned.

Rahmor licked his lips in satisfaction. Sabeth was coming along nicely. Some mares could find their place easily. Others could be given duties and positions they could quickly accept. Sabeth did not have either of those luxuries. The place he had in mind for her wasn't one she would fit into willingly. She had to be broken, hard. He grinned, enjoying the prospect of what was to come. He thought a bit on her future, then turned to Leolyn.

"Time for your punishment, slave."

Leolyn gulped and nodded, squeaking out, "Yes Master."

"Come. I'm all messy from fucking that slut. You will assist me in the shower."

Leolyn perked up a bit. That couldn't be too bad, could it?

With an apprehensive motion, she stood as she was commanded, opening her mouth to accept the ball gag, hands behind her back to allow her wrist shackles to be chained, then her ankles with a longer chain, though not much longer. She followed her Master, tugged along by a leash in a half walk, half shuffle. She stared at the unfamiliar passages, almost having forgotten there WAS an outside. She had spent nearly all of her time in that cave, and stared at the decorative carvings, paintings and other decorations that lined even the passageways of her Master's lair. She would have been thrilled to see such examples of creativity and art at any other time, but now it just made her feel worse. All of these wonderful things so close, but out of reach while she was stuck in a dingy, empty cave.

Her wonder only increased as she was pulled into what had to be the dragons bedchambers. It was all so luxurious! A huge bed, big enough for a dozen unicorns, draped in silk and pillows. Bookcases with expensive, large volumes. Trophy shelves crammed with things both deadly and beautiful. Thick, lush carpets. It was all overwhelming, and she felt conflicting feelings of envy, wonder, and annoyance. The room was filled with impressive things, but the arrangement was all wrong. She had always been one to put her stuffed animals not only in a row on her bed, but in the RIGHT order. This one next to that one. Things had a place, and seeing a collection like this all disorganized made her twitch. It was clutter. Expensive, maybe even priceless clutter, but clutter nonetheless.

She erked as her leash was tugged hard and the metal collar bit into her neck. She shuffled forward, wishing she could rub at her neck, and for one of those nice collars Tamira and the other guards had. They looked comfortable. Into the bathroom she went, wondering at the toilet and sink. How did they get water in and out of here? She had plenty of time to look out the open end of her cave and knew how high they were. It had to be magic. Old magic, as nobody could build such things nowadays. She glanced around and jumped as she saw a skunk kneeling obediently in a pile of towels. Not really even a pile, more like a nest. Did she LIVE here?

"Out, slave," ordered Rahmor, and the skunkess quickly scampered out, closing the door behind her.

Leolyn sighed as the ball gag was remove, and her arms and ankles were freed. She swallowed gratefully, hating how she drooled with that thing. She was sure her chin was a mess. Blue movement caught her eye and she followed where Master beckoned. She, like all the rest of the mares, were naturally observant of anything that looked like a predator, and that instinct has only been sharpened by the need to pay VERY close attention to their Master. Missing a command, be it verbal or a hand signal, would get one smacked, or worse.

Rahmor took a spot near the back of the large shower, the tiles forming a complex pattern under his feet, the walls being a more standard, solid colors, a deep red. He pointed to the front of the shower, sliding a glass door shut.

Leolyn nodded and moved where she was directed, glancing around at the shower. She was no country bumpkin, and while she did not live in a major city, no unicorn wanted that, her little town had water towers and pluming. Running water was nothing new to her. The shower was nothing like any she had seen. There was no basin above to collect and heat the water. Just a large, adjustable shower-head and a set of levers and dials.

Rahmor said, "That dial controls the temperature. That lever sets the pressure. Turn on the water. Pull up on the lever, all the way."

Leolyn nodded, grabbing the level and pulling down. The water erupted from the shower-head, hitting her square in the face, cold! She gasped and shivered, and very nearly ran away. But the only way to escape would be to squeeze up against her Master, and she knew that would be a bad idea! Her teeth only had time to chatter a few times before the water began to heat up, going from chilly to luke warm to a steamy, wonderful heat. "OOohhhhhh...." she said, feeling warm for the first time since her only other bath shortly after arriving and meeting her Master. She could get USED to this.. it was warmer than any other shower she had been in, they had never been quite the right temperature.

Far too quickly, the pleasant warmth began to change into an uncomfortable heat, and continued to get hotter, beginning to actually hurt! She squirmed and danced a bit, her hooves making clop-clopping noses in the confined space. "Masterrrr... I think it's set wrong... oww..."

Rahmor reached out and stuck his hand in the stream, "Hmm, you're right. Best adjust that. Turn the temperature. dial THAT way."

Leolyn pheweed and turned the dial, and let out a yelp as the water only got even hotter! "Ahhhhh! Too hot! Wrong way!" Her ass suddenly exploded in fire, making her jump as the dragons tail struck her painfully. "Yeouch!"

"My title is Master, and you will use it even if you are literally on fire and begging to be put out."

Leolyn whimpered, correcting herself, "Master! Sorry Master! I wont forget again Master! Nnngh! Please... too hot." She turned this way and that, trying to escape the what must be scalding water. It was so hot now, almost enough to burn her, or maybe even more than enough. She cried out in whimpers and whines her back screaming in pain as she shielded her breasts.

"It's colder than I usually have it, slave. I like hot showers. Or should I turn it down to make my slave, who is here for her punishment, more comfortable?"

"Nnn... no Master... I'm sorry.. it's... just... owwww!"

Ignoring her pleading, Rahmor instructed, "Now slave... the first step is to get me nice and wet. Use your body. Rub against me, make sure every inch of me is nice and soaked."

Gratefully she stepped out of the stream and only hesitated a moment before pressing herself against the dragons body. She surprised herself with the ease at which she obeyed, no longer caring WHAT the order was, but only that it had to be obeyed. If she had thought about what he asked, to rub herself all over some strange male, some strange dragon male, she would have been embarrassed and shocked and upset. Getting raped, beaten and forced to obey cruel and disgusting commands made it easy to do something as simple as rub against a dragon an easy command to obey. It was certainly better than standing in that scalding stream! Her back and other bits that got hit felt like she had fallen into a pit of hot coals.

Stepping back into the water to re-wet herself was much harder. She had to go back and forth several times, and each time she stood under the torrent of steamy water it hurt anew. Through gritted teeth she performed her task. This may be a punishment, but it was also a chance to show that she was worthy of something better than whatever fate awaited mares who didn't please him enough. She was going to find SOMETHING better than being a fuck toy! She finally finished, having pressed against him from all sides, knelt to rub against his legs, stretched to rub soaked and dripping arms over his face. "What next, Master?" she asked as she tried to shake off the too hot water, panting in the steamy heat of the shower.

Rahmor motioned to the inset tray in one wall, filled with a variety of bathing aids. "Soap next. Lather me from head to toe, but watch the eyes and my face. That one."

Following the dragons finger, Leolyn picked up a bar of soap. It smelled of a mixture of various scents, flowers and spices. It smelled lovely and she began to lather up her hands.

Rahmor shook his head, "No. Not like that. Give it to me, I'll show you how."

Leolyn felt a flush of irritation. She knew how to use soap! She handed it over and said, "Yes Masterrrrrmmmggggrrrrpphh!" She would have pulled away if it wasn't for the sudden, strong grip on her horn as her mouth was forced to take the bar of soap. It smelled great, but the TASTE was strong and overpowering. She tried to spit it out but that only made her Master shove it in deeper. "Mrrrgggglllaah!"

"Suck and lick it, then use your tongue to lather me up, slave. Don't miss a spot. Everything from neck to toes. And don't drop it... if you bend over I WILL stick my dick up your ass."

Leolyn gagged and choked, and spat the bar of soap out into her cupped hands, keeping a good grip. She coughed and snorted, eyes wide as bubbles shot out her nose and made her sneeze. She fumbled with the soap, almost dropping it as she gasped for breath. Eyes tearing, she stepped in and began to lick at the dragon's broad chest, starting to cover it with the soap.

"More soap, slave... I want a nice thick lather."

Leolyn grimaced, she had hardly licked a few times, and her mouth still felt like it was full of soap, but she forced herself to suck on the bar again, lapping at it and only then continued her work.

"Now there isn't enough water. You need both soap AND water for a good lather, slave."

Leolyn flushed, again feeling like a child being told how to bathe herself, but had no time to feel upset as her horn was grabbed. She stumbled as she was forced to look up as her face was shoved under the hot spray. She yelled and coughed, gurgling as the burning water sprayed over her face, and into her mouth. She felt like she was drowning in fire, her face held into the spray, every inch of her poor muzzle feeling like it was being boiled. She squirmed and choked as the pain hit her in the face continuously, then was released and she backed away, coughing soapy water and quickly resuming her task even as she shuddered from the tingling, burning feel of her steamed face.

Her life turned into an endless circles of torture. Sucking on the overpowering soapy bar. Gargling near boiling water. Licking and rubbing her nose against her Master. Snorting bubbles, choking on suds. She didn't know how long she had spent. The damn wings were MUCH bigger than they seemed and took forever to cover. Stretching to get the high spots, even as Rahmor bent to help. Then kneeling to suck and lick cock and balls. He seemed to never be happy with her job down there, making her soap them up over and over. Then around the other size, wincing and scrunching up her nose as she was forced to lather up his ass, and even lick up under his tail. His legs and feet were a relief after that, but finally she finished, her whole body hurting from the way too hot water. She coughed and spat soap, snorting and hacking.

"Mmmm... not bad. Now it's time to scrub me. With your body of course. Rub against me, then use your tail as a washrag. Your nose and tongue will be best for my balls and cock, and ass. But first, turn up the heat."

Leolyn whined, wincing as she backed into the stream and put her hand on the temperature. dial. She gave it a tiny nudge and hissed as the painful water which she had nearly gotten used to, got even hotter.

"More."

Twist. "Nggggrhrh!"

"Hotter, slave... I like a HOT showering."

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Master! Nrrrrrrrgh!" Leolyn danced and writhed under the water, sure it was burning her now, so hot it was all she could do to stand under it. Only the presence of a large, dangerous dragon kept her from flinging the doors open and fleeing. She gritted her teeth from the pain, determined to do a good job no matter how much it hurt. He had to see how much she deserved a better position! She needed to be more than just a nameless slave. She just had to endure this, she had no choice. She yelled as she turned the dial further. When he finally nodded in satisfaction, she jumped out of the scalding water and began to immediately rub against him. Her body felt like it had been set on fire. The water was hot before, but now it was unbearable and she was glad to be out of it, even if it meant rubbing her naked body against a dragon who could, and would rape her without hesitation.

She used her body like a large rag, rubbing his front, back and sides. Kneeling again to get his legs and tail, jumping under the water only long enough to rinse and then returning to her chore, every time letting out little screams of pain. She used her tail awkwardly, the long fine hair not really well suited to the task, but she did her best to shine up and down his tail, working on his legs. Then it was back to his balls and cock, nosing and licking them.

"No no.. rub... scrub with your nose. Like this."

Her nose was suddenly mashed against his groin, rubbed hard and painfully. "Ngggrrrrfff!" She gasped and nodded, and then used her soft, velvety muzzle like a scrub-brush, rubbing at the cock and sheath, around his groin and hips, and worst of all, nosing against his ass. Her nose scrubbed it, avoiding the undertail until the last moment, then pressing in form and hard, ignoring the pain and the terrible humiliation of what she was doing.

"Mmm... better rinse before continuing, slave."

Leolyn whined but crawled out from under the big dragon and stood under the water again, thrusting her face and nose under the hot spray. She was grateful for the rinse, but her sore nose burned and her mouth felt like she had been drinking boiling tea as she gargled it out, for once getting most of the soap out.

Her next job was to rinse her Master, which meant repeated trips under the scalding spray. It would be over in seconds if he would just stand under the water himself, but she suffered in silence, only gasping and whining and whimpering as she went back and forth between dragon and water. He didn't just stand still either, but groped and fondled her as she presented targets for him. Claws raked across her burned, pained ass as he squeezed it. Her breasts got similar treatment, the talons feeling like fire as they drew along sensitive, punished skin and fingers dug in to squeeze hard. She whined at the extra pain, made worse by the absent-mindedness of it. He was just grabbing her because she was there, and because he could.

By the time she finished, her whole body felt like it had been slow roasted. Raw and sore and aching from all the work.

Rahmor looked himself over and nodded, "Good... that is an acceptable job."

Leolyn sighed with relief and said gratefully, "Thank you Master."

"Now I suppose I should return the favor."

Leolyn gasped as she was pushed back into the hot water, and the dragon took a brush, soaping it up and began to scrub her down. The brush wasn't soft at all, but rough and hard like a dishwashing scrubber. She groaned and gasped as he pressed hard, even her fur was no protection from the brutal rubbing. She gritted her teeth as her head was pounded by the super hot water, and her torso was worked over. The combination of the long burning and the hard, rough brush was almost unbearable. Then he got to her breasts. Her sensitive, red nipples felt like they were being sanded off and she did let out a scream, her hands curling into fists and beating the wall behind her.

Leolyn cried and sobbed as the rough brush worked over every inch of her. Even her face, her poor sore nose and muzzle were rubbed hard and painfully. But the worst was when he turned her around, wrapping one arm around her torso from behind, feet moving to the insides of her legs to spread them, and the rough bristles were pressed to her poor sex, and vigorously scrubbed them. She howled in pain, her clit hood shoved aside, her nub rubbed and scraped and 'cleaned' in tortuous pain. She squirmed in the grip, unable to keep still, but unable to escape as she sobbed and thrashed. It went on for what seemed like ages before finally moving on to her ass, legs.. and then set aside.

Then it was over, the water suddenly stopping. She was released and she slumped to the ground, clutching her crotch. She peeked at her breasts, expecting to see the flesh torn from them, but while they were red and angry, there was no blood. The lack of blood certainly didn't make them FEEL any better and she gasped and shuddered. She thought she could SEE the heat coming off her body. Surely anyone who got close to her now would burst into flames.

Rahmor shook himself off, then opened the doors, calling for his skunkess to towel him dry, the little female looking with curiosity at the crumpled mare in the shower.

"So... you want to find a more, comfortable place, do you?"

Leolyn looked up, blinking water from her eyes and winced. Had Ralean spoken to him? She must have at some point. All she could do was nod as she sniffled, her whole body feeling like it was still on fire. She wondered how bad she had been burned as she waited for whatever was to come next. Her body trembled and she shook silently, her thoughts fragmented, battered apart by the torture.

"You WILL be placed in the best spot... for ME."

Leolyn whined, it was all she could do.

"It's your duty, your Place to serve where you can best be used. If you have a particular skill, and if it fits my needs, then that is where you will go. But... nobody has just one skill. No lair has just one opening. There may be several you might fit equally... and that is where you may earn a place you will better serve in."

Her body throbbed as she listened and nodded. Serve and be rewarded, it's what Ralean had said in her feline voice. She could use a reward right now, but all she REALLY wanted was to be dry and cool again. The thought of being back in her cave, laying flat against that cool, soothing stone made her almost cry out in need. Her Masters words seemed to slide into her head, her exhausted mind unable to do more than process what he was saying, his words seeming to have more weight than her own, shattered thoughts.

"I appreciate your attempts to impress me, slave. But not WHY you do them. You are trying to make your life better, which is fine, as long as it comes from serving your Master. You furries do not understand how things WORK. One does not obey and submit to a superior because we want rewards. We do it because that is ones place! You submit, you serve to please me. To make me happy. To make my life easier so I may best serve the ones above myself. You must learn that your focus should always be on my needs, my pleasure. Every decision you make should start with, 'What would be best for Master?'"

Leolyn gulped and gave a nod, wincing at the movement as her thoughts spun around Masters words. He wasn't impressed with her attempts to win his favor. He saw them as, selfish? She blinked away water and tears, working to clear her vision and mind.

"You do not truly understand what it is to be a slave. Your food, comes from me. Your shelter, from me. Everything you have, is provided by me. Pleasure. Pain. Suffering. Joy. Serve and submit, and accept the rewards you are granted. Do not seek them yourself."

It wasn't anything she wanted to hear, and she couldn't accept it as any kind of moral truth. She did however, accept his words as what they were... a simple statement of fact. This was how dragons thought. This was how they expected others to behave. Right or wrong... if she was to survive, to be more than just a common slave, then she had to learn to do what they wanted. Be what they wanted. It was a bitter pill to swallow. A pill made from her own pride and desires for justice and fairness. None of those things would serve her here. She thought she could just act the part and get the rewards, but she had been wrong. Very wrong.

What would Master want? What would please him. A simple way of thinking. She put herself in his place, seeing herself as he did. A slave. One that had failed him and needed punished. One he took the time to explain thing to. Why even do that? She knew the answer immediately. He was giving her a chance. Telling her what he expected. What would make such a creature happy? What would make him understand that she understood. She looked up at the assortment of brushes and sponges and winced. She could do what made her most comfortable now and disappoint him, or show that she understood, and hope he would reward her for it. With a gulp she reached up and took a long handled brush, one with bristles pointing in all directions. At least it was somewhat soft.

Rahmor watched as she offered it to him in one hand, and spread herself with her fingers.

"Master... I think... I think I'm dirty... up there..."

Rahmor smiles as he took the brush. "Then I'll just have to clean you, my slave. Then, tell me about your skills."

Leolyn shuddered, her skin still on fire, feeling her horn glowing inside, healing the burns. By tomorrow they would be gone, but the rest of the day and night would be agony as the accelerated healing made her feel the pain of weeks of healing all at once. Her mind was as raw and tender as her body, feeling as powerless as she ever had in her life. Her fingers spread her nether lips even wider, eyes downcast in submission and surrender.

As the brush pressed to her sex, and pushed inward she let herself scream and yell without restraint. It was what He would want from her, after all and she offered it, and more.