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All-Inclusive Slavery III:

The Red Flame

"Damn it, we know he's here Administrator." The black bull snapped slamming his fist on the draught horse's desk "You are a slave training company I don't know why you won't just give him up, we are paying - cut the bullshit or lose your biggest customer."

The appaloosa coloured Clydesdale stood up uneasily: "Will you excuse me for a moment; I'm going to sort this out."

The horse retreated from his office and the angry bovine and found his second in command on the island, who was in his own office down the hall. The dappled grey horse, once known as the Piss Horse, had recently been promoted form a Master to a second-Administrator for the pleasure facility and was busy with some paperwork.

"Fuck those bulls" the Administrator sighed "They tracked The Red Flame here and are demanding him."

"You mean that dragon who escaped a few months back?" the Piss Horse asked

"Yeh turns out that he was more than a common criminal. He is some sort of mass murdering psychopath who ravaged the Bovine capital city prettying on young male bulls and torturing them. No wonder he escaped but they don't believe it and I can't afford to lose them."

"Well..." the Piss Horse replied "Those agents have been hunting this guy for years right? They have never actually seen him close up, just eye-witness reports and his legend?"

"Yeh. Where you going with this?" the Administrator asked, clearly not convinced thus far

"Well he's called 'The Red Flame', he's a red dragon. We have a red dragon. How would they know the difference?"

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"What red dragon?"

"Yeh that dungeon cleaner we've had since last year, I trained him when he first came in."

An evil smile crept across the Administrator's face.

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The small ship blew its horn as it powered out of the pleasure island's dock. The Bovine Special Service insignia was clearly marked on the side of the bridge and the Administrator was glad to see the bull's leave with their special cargo. It was one problem less for him to deal with and who cared about one dungeon cleaning slave, even it was the wrong one.

Down in the bowels of the ship Sibey cowered in his small cage. He didn't understand what was going on. For the last year and a half he had been confined to a multi-layered rubber suit and tasked with cleaning floors, toilets and various other things. He was often grabbed and used by various Master's and guests but today he had been grabbed, cut out of the suit, crammed in this small cage and taken aboard the ship without anyone telling him what was going on or paying any attention to him at all or his questions. It was a weird feeling for him to have no restraint or gear at all, besides the cage. For the last several years, ever since he first arrived on the island, he had always worn some form of bondage equipment.

He felt the ship rocking back and forth and heard the drone of the engine. He had been on his previous Masters yacht in years past but even though it was pretty dark he could tell this was a different sort of vessel entirely. The floors and curved walls were brown and redish rusted iron. The whole place was damp and smelled heavy. Sibey could tell he was right down in the bottom of the ship by the shape of the walls and relatively narrow floor with only the keel below. The room seemed to take the entirely length of the ship being like a hall but with several side divisions and rooms. This certainly wasn't the living area of the ship, more like the sub-cargo level.

A hatch creaked open at the other end of the room and sent a spear of light down into the compartment. A bull came down the ladder with heavy steps. He came around the front of Sibey's cage with a face like thunder. He was wearing the blue and gold trimmed uniform he had seen all the other bulls wear but he had no idea what it meant.

"I am to get you into your new home. I promised the commander I would not kill you on sight. Do not make me break that promise" the bull said as he unlocked the door to the cage

Sibey was a good slave, he had spent years in captivity and the fight had long gone out of him. This situation however had thrown him, it wasn't just that he had been removed from his suit and taken from his home (even if it was a dungeon), the way the bulls were acting made him feel like he had missed something. It was almost as if they had the wrong dragon.

"Em... What do you mean? W...what's happening?" Sibey asked nervously

"You SHUT THE FUCK UP" the bull screamed furiously as he reached into the cage and punched the dragon in the face

He then grabbed Sibey by the throat and threw him out of the cage and onto the cold metal floor. Sibey was deflated and scared by the massive bovine's sudden aggression. Before he could say another word the bull's hoof knocked the air out if him as he lay on the floor. The bovine then knelt down and forced the dragon onto his back before forcing a spider gag into his mouth and strapping it up far too tightly so the metal legs dug into Sibey's muzzle. Rolling the red dragon over again he fastened a pair of pawcuffs around his wrists, also too tightly, so his arms were trapped behind his back.

The bull then picked Sibey up by his restrained arms, causing the cuffs to really bite into his wrists, and dragged him up to the front of the compartment where the walls met all the bow of the ship. The very front had been converted into a cell by putting bars and a barred door across the width of the ship about 7 feet back from the front. This created a small cell with no real flat floor as the floor sloped up to form the bow. The bull literally threw Sibey into the cell, not caring how he landed. And slammed the door, locking it with a heavy steel padlock.

"You are now a prisoner of the bovine special service. The terror of The Red Flame is over."

"Hummphh!?!?" Sibey tried to ask, now more confused and scared than ever

"Hold your tongue or I'll cut it out" the bull sneered hatefully "You will never leave this ship again, this cell will become your living tomb. We will drop anchor in the middle of the sea and you will have no hope of escape. We are never going to let your torture or murder another bull, scum. After a few days down here alone we have a few things planned for you and then we are going to sort a more permanent situation." With that the bull left, ascending the ladder and blotting out the little light the open hatch brought.

Sibey shifted uncomfortably with his head still spinning. The cuffs and gag bit and stopped him getting comfortable. The floor was a filthy mix of rusty metal, brine and dirt, staining his scales already and making the cell even less comfortable. What's more there was no sign of any food... Or palatable water.

--

Sibey had no way to keep time, there was no day or night down in his prison and he had lots his natural body clock through years of slavery. At some point though the hatch creaked open again and another bull appeared, distinguishable from the last by his sheer size - he was massive!

This bull also wore no uniform, he was entirely naked and holding some form of brown leather belt of strap in one hand and a plastic bag full of some stuff in the other. Sibey was dehydrated and weak from over 48 hours of being locked alone in the cell so he could hardly even respond to the new visitor.

Like the other bull this one had an anger and hatred emanating from him and Sibey knew this was not going to be a nice visit. Suddenly he felt a warm stream of liquid hit him. He turned to see the bull pissing on him through the bars. He had been a toilet slave for years and was used to the taste of urine but this was somehow more humiliating. It didn't matter though, with all the strength he could muster he moved to catch the stream and drink as much of it as he could. This sign of utter submission would usually delight a Master but the bull was unmoved.

"Feels different when its someone doing it to you doesn't it? All those bull boys you drowned in your piss after torturing and raping them, your going to pay for every single one. The Red Flame is going to be extinguished."

The bull unlocked the cell door and stepped inside, his massiveness dominating the small space. Sibey recoiled in fear but there was no escape from whatever this bull had in mind. The bull upended the bag tipping out a bovine shaped dildo, some sort of leather harness and a collar. Ignoring them for the moment he flexed the strap in his other hand menacingly.

"Before I get properly stated I think some stress relief is in order - I've been hunting you for years, you sick FUCK"

On the 'fuck' the bull brought the heavy leather belt down across Sibey's back, making him scream in agony and writhe on the floor.

Just as he had partially recovered the strap came down again, this time lower on Sibey's ass. He was hardly in control of his response; he collapsed on the piss covered floor and screamed through his spider gag. Turning over the strap cracked across his face and sent him back to the ground hard.

Sibey had been whipped many times but the dom was usually trying to teach him a lesson and controlled the impact. This bull was different; he was swinging with full force, using the dragon as a focus of his aggression. Just a dummy and target

The belting went on for some time, the bull didn't care where or how he hit the scalie, he just swung away and added an occasional kick. Sibey couldn't protect himself while cuffed so all he could do was take the beating and pray for it to stop.

Eventually it did. The bull dropped the strap and finished by spitting on the defeated dragon in disgust and spite. The beating might have ended but the abuse hadn't, the bull stooped to pick up the leather harness he had brought and grabbed Sibey. He easily forced the vastly smaller dragon over his knee and buckled the main belt of the harness around the dragons waist. The second strap would go between the scalies legs but for the moment the bull left it undone.

The bovine then threw the dragon off and back onto the damp floor as he grabbed the leather collar and the clear plastic bag he had brought all the other things in.

"How about a little game..." The bull said as he grabbed the dragon from behind and pulled the plastic bag over his head. "This comes off when I get the dildo inside you. FULLY inside you."

The bull strapped the collar tightly around Sibey's neck sealing the bag over his head. The bovine then took the massive dildo and forced Sibey up against the bars, exposing his ass.

"I'll even lube it for you" the bull sneered as he rubbed the dildo in the puddle of urine on the floor

It was just another humiliation as wetting the massive rubber dong was going to do nothing. A fact that became painfully obvious to the dragon when the head rubber pushed up against his exposed hole. The dildo was long and heavily tapered with a narrow head which steadily widened out to become very thick at the base. The bull shoved the first couple of inches in in one thrust. The head was narrow and easy to take but the bull's rough handling made Sibey gasp as he was violated. The bull shoved the cock a few inches further and the dragon flailed in his cuffs and moaned through his spider gag as the bag puffed out.

Pushing in further the dildo reached a point where its width was too much for Sibey to take anymore and he was still a good few inches from the base (which flared out to a flat bottom). Almost a minute had passed now however and the dragon had another problem - his breaths were getting panicked as he began to feel the pressure on his lungs. He puffed the bag out and in trying to get more air but only getting his own dead air back. The bull held the cock in to its natural limit knowing all he had to do was wait - the dragon had already stopped squirming so much and was focused on his blurring mind and burning lungs.

"Remember cunt, the bag comes off when the dildo is totally in. Want me to give it a little push?"

"Nuhghh" was all Sibey responded incoherently

The bull waited another 10 seconds or so: "Well?"

"YESSSS GUKKK YES!" the dragon choked out on his last breaths before unconsciousness

The bull used his full body weight to force against the base of the dildo, trapping the dragon between it and the bars of the cell. The cock had only one way to go and Sibey shrieked with pain as it was fully inserted and the flat base pushed up against his cheeks. The head was now deep inside him and the widest point was right at the bottom, stretching his rear.

The bull pulled the crotch strap from the dragon's harness from the front to the back and buckled it far too tightly, holding the dildo in more than securely. Only then did he calmly take the collar off and pull the bag away from Sibey's head. Sibey felt onto his back on the pissy floor and gasped feverishly, drawing his mind back from darkness and clearing his vision. After several breaths he was no longer in danger of passing out but his lungs still hurt like hell - not to mention his rear!

The bull stoked his, now hard, cock and looked down at Sibey in contempt: "I'd use your mouth but I think you'd enjoy it too much."

Standing, the bull exited the cell and relocked the door: "Enjoy faggot, we're setting up a little something special for you before we sort you more... permanently."

The bull left and all light disappeared again as the hatch was closed. Once again Sibey was left in the dark and alone but now he was covered in bull piss, had been beaten again and had a plug which was far too large for him belted tightly into his rear. He didn't know what these crazy bulls could possibly have in mind for something special but he knew it wasn't going to be nice.

--

Once again Sibey had lost track of time when the hatch opened again. Countless tears had added to the piss he was lying in and the pain in his rear and cramping in his cuffed paws had only gotten worse. This time two bulls approached his cell, both wearing full back latex suits and gasmasks. Their rotund stocky bodies would have been funny clad in full rubber but Sibey found them menacing; every patch of their fur was covered for a reason.

One of the bulls unlocked the cell while the other picked up Sibey by his arms and lifted him from the floor. He was carried down the length of the ship and they stopped outside a room with a large rusted oval door. The steel door had a small porthole in it but beyond it was dark. One of the bulls unbolted the door and it creaked open letting out a very salty sea smell. They stepped over the high threshold and entered the small space. The room was square apart from the far wall which was formed by the ship's hull and was curved towards to bottom with about 8 feet to the roof. There was a tangle of pipes overhead which forced the tall bulls to duck slightly. The pipes seemed to all drain into two large tubes which connected to the hull - draining something out into the sea. At the bottom of the far wall was a large vale connected to a bilge pump which could eject any water that flooded the bottom of the ship.

The only out of place thing was a heavy rubber hood hanging from a tube right in the middle of the room. Sibey was lead to the middle of the space and one bull held him in place while the other prepared the mask. It was a full hood with a collar around the neck and the bull stretched it open before it was pulled over the dragon's head. It snapped tightly into place and the bull buckled and locked the collar to ensure it would not come off - especially with the dragon's hands still cuffed. Sibey quickly discovered that the hood had no holes at all, no way to see and no nose holes. The only way to breath was through the inbuilt gag which had been forced into his mouth, through his ring-gag, as the mask was put on. Sucking air through the tube that connected the hood to the roof was working for now but there was a funny taste to the air. The shortness of the tube also meant Sibey was forced to stand up straight with his muzzle up in the air. That wasn't going to be a problem for long however, the bulls had a plan...

Both rubber clad bovines stepped out of the room and the dragon heard the door slam and bolt. One of the bulls secured the door with a heavy padlock while the other pushed a green button on the wall, smiling beneath his gasmask. With a final look through the porthole at the dragon both bulls departed back up the ladder. Sibey jumped at something mechanical kicked into life and made the floor vibrate - it must have been the bilge pump. More worryingly after only a few seconds cold water was lapping around Sibey's ankles - the pump was running in reverse. The dragon stood uneasily as the water level rose higher and higher. After a few minutes it was up around his waist and then as it raised past his chest he began to float which at least took pressure off of the tube. Before long the entire room was full and the pump stopped after a valve had sealed the pipe off. Sibey was now entirely free floating in the sea water, tethered and stopped from floating around too much by the breathing tube. He was also still cuffed and much to his despair was still stuffed with the massive dildo. How could it get worse...

Sibey thrashed and kicked in the water as his breathing was cut off and liquid flooded down the tube into his mouth. He gagged and coughed but as the liquid kept coming he began to gulp it down in the hope he would get more air. Sibey was a seasoned toilet slave so drinking piss (which is clearly what the liquid was) was no hardship but the situation and sudden interruption of his air had thrown him. He eventually got it all down and he could breathe air again.

About 10 minutes later another stream of was urine came down the tube and Sibey gulped it down to get his next breath, his lungs burning by the end. It appeared that he was connected to the ships toilet system and every time anyone on board went for a pee he would be drinking it. After years as a urinal this shouldn't have been a problem but these bulls had big bladders and he was struggling for breathe each time. He also had no idea how many bovines were aboard. The water also made it worse, it was freezing cold and he drifted around in it, never being able to rest or relax.

The dragon breathed a massive sigh of relief as he felt the water lever lower - his only way of telling he was being let out. But he wasn't, no one came for him and once all the water was drained from the compartment it just started to refill again. It did this several more times over the countless hours, each time raising the dragon's hopes and then smashing them down.

Eventually the water drained for good and one of the latex bulls returned. Sibey felt the hood being unlocked and pulled off, without the support he collapsed onto the briny floor and was heaved back up by the rubber clad bull. The bull didn't speak a word as he carried the dragon back to his cell and tossed him in. The door was slammed and locked and the bull trudged off.

--

It must have been days later when several bulls descended down the stairs and went into a room at the other end of the space. After some banging and other odd noises a bull wearing another rubber suit appeared in front of the dragon's cell. He had at least been fed the day before but he had not been let out of the cell or pawcuffs and the food had been a disgusting mix of some sort of gruel and piss. He was also still plugged all of which made him weaker and more pathetic than ever before. The new bull in front of him was not wearing the same type of latex suit as Sibey had seen previously this one didn't cover the his hooves or his head and it looked like it was a lot thicker and more heavily protective.

The bull entered the cell and jangled a bunch of keys before stooping and unlocking the padlocks on Sibey's harness, the harness was then removed and to Sibey's massive relief the plug was pulled out and discarded, exerting a sigh of relief from the dragon. Next, and even more surprising to Sibey, his paws were uncuffed. He hadn't been let out of the cruel metal cuffs since he was brought on board the ship and his arms were too cramped to move. The gag, that had also been in for over a week, was left on. The rubber bull then, wordlessly, grabbed Sibey by his tail and dragged him out of the cell and down the length of the ship. Sibey limply allowed himself to be mishandled, long having given up hope.

He was dragged into the room where the other two bulls, also in rubber, had been preparing something. Something... hot. In the corner of the room was a boiler loaded with red hot coals, emanating heat. In the middle was a large upright support pole which held up the floor above. The bull that brought Sibey in forced him up against the pole and held him from behind. He didn't need to use cuffs again; he held the dragon's wrists with his own powerful hands. A second rubber bull came over and standing to the side, grabbed Sibey's head, forcing his face forward.

The final bull then approached. A red hot poker from the fire in his hand. The poker had a skull symbol at the end and it drew slowly closer and closer. Sibey tensed up and fought the bovine's holding him with all his remaining strength. He was in total panic but his captors could hardly feel his struggles. The bull with the poker stopped with his burning implement only a few inches from Sibey's face.

"This is your mark boy, this is the mark of death. It doesn't mean were going to kill you, it means as soon as you are branded you are considered dead. Not a criminal, not a prisoner, just a thing to be locked away forever."

The bull closed in even closer with the brand until Sibey could feel its heat against his forehead. Then he shoved it forwards, holding it hard against the dragon's forehead, burning the skull into his red scales. Sibey screamed through the gag and tried to shake his head side to side but the bovines holding him held firm and the brand stayed on for a good few seconds before it was pulled back with a horrifying hiss. The bull replaced the poker in the fire while Sibey was still hyperventilating, the searing pain on his forehead still unbearable.

The heat died away as the poker warmed back up and with the pain still as intense as ever the bull approached with his torture tool again. This time it was aimed at Sibey's left pectoral and pushed in with the same force. This time he didn't even try to struggle, he just cried out in pain and anguish.

This process was repeated with the dragon's inner right thigh, left ass cheek and the small of his back. By the end he couldn't feel anything but the burning pain, not the bulls holding him, not the cold metal under his feet, nothing. The bull put the poker back in the fire for the final time and left the room. The other two pulled Sibey away from the pole and each took one of his arms - they had to support his weight or he would have collapsed. The brands would eventually form clean black marks on his scales but for now they were ugly light red welts.

After a few minutes the third bull returned wearing a heavy full face gasmask and carrying a collection of metal, piping and a large gas tank. He dumped the metal on the floor and it turned out to all be part of one device - a scavenger's daughter. The piping and tank was also one item - a welder. The scavenger's daughter was made to two flat bars of steel hinged around a collar at the top. The bars would close together so that in the middle cuffs would hold Sibey's paws and at the bottom similar cuffs on a cross bar would hold his feet. The whole device was short though so it would force its prisoner into a tight cramped position with the feet close in to the behind and arms tucked in beside the body.

The two flanking bulls laid Sibey down on the hard floor while the gas masked one set about fitting him into the scavenger. First the open collar of the device was slipped over his head and around his neck. Then his feet were pulled through the open bottom shackles and his hands slipped into the wrist cuffs. With all his limbs in place the bars of the device were brought together which closed all of the shackles and the collar at once. The scavenger was designed so a single padlock fed through an eyelet at the bottom would keep the whole thing together and secure. A heavy padlock was fed through this and locked - it still had the key in the lock but Sibey still whimpered as the click signified his freedom being forever shattered. It wasn't like he could reach the key and lock anyway. The bulls weren't done however.

Next one of the bovines produced a set of 4 mitts. Not soft lambskin or latex usually found in fetish gear but hard, thick, rough leather. They were forced over his already imprisoned hands and feet and the thick collars used to secure them were buckled tight and locked (though with smaller padlocks). Then the smallest padlock of all was used to secure the dragon's ever present spider-gag. None of these smaller locks had keys present.

Then the gas masked bull fired up the welder... "I wouldn't fidget. This will hurt more than that brand bitch."

The other two bovine's held the heavily restrained dragon in place while the third set to work. First he took the key from the main lock and welded they keyhole shut. Then he added extra weld around the shackle and finally on the eyelet itself. The process was then repeated with all 5 other locks - the four mitts and the gags. They certainly weren't coming off now. The welder slipped a few times and Sibey shrieked as it burned him. One of the flanking bulls then picked the dragon up by the D-ring on the back of the scavenger's collar (it had another securement ring at the bottom) and carried him out of the room. They, followed by the other two bovines, headed back up to Sibey's cell at the bow of the ship. Dropping him back on the floor they took two lengths of chain. The gasmask bull restarted the welder and a chain was welded to both eyelets on the scavenger - the one on the top and one on the bottom.

The other two bulls then picked Sibey up again, but this time by his bottom chain, pulling him upside down. Holding him up the masked bull then welded the chain to the metal roof - leaving the dragon suspended upside down. The chain handing from his collar was then welded to the floor. This meant Sibey was not only tightly confined in irons and mitts and handing upside down but that he could not even swing back and forth because of the bottom chain. A tube handing from the roof of the cell was then pulled down and fed under the collar of the scavenger and into the dragon's gaping gagged maw. The collar held the tube in place and with the dragon's limited ability to move he could not get it out of his mouth.

Then came the final insult. The masked bull took the key out of the main padlock and held it in front of Sibey's face. It was useless with the addition of the welds but the bovines recognised its symbolism to Sibey. The dragon was suspended facing inwards, towards the wall, so the bull placed the key directly in his eye-line on the wall and set about welding it secure. A constant, useless, never available reminded of Sibey's imprisonment.

"Brands are permanent. Welds are permanent. This ship has dropped anchor in the middle of the great central ocean and will never raise it again. The anchor chains are locked in place, the engines have been destroyed and the propellers have been cast off. We will keep you alive with gruel and piss through the tube and the hull will be flooded with sea water once a week for cleaning but no one will ever come down here. You will never speak to or see another being. You will die in this putrid hell and then the ship will be sunk. Your legend and your menace were gone the moment you boarded."

The bulls filed back up the ladder and the noises of banging and the welder sounded as the hatch was secured shut forever. Sibey hung motionless, drool form his forever gagged muzzle running over the brand on his forehead. He let out a low miserable moan. He was spiritless, still technically alive but a nothing, a non-entity, a corpse that happened to still breathe.

The Red Flame had been extinguished... or so they though.

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Story by Zipeau, a commission for SibeyIII

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