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Temeraire's Journey

Dragons Bound

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Part one of two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dragcoin

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Temeraire was not alone as he waited to be loaded up onto the ship, in his typical bondage harness. His legs had been hobbled, the Celestial nothing more than cargo to those aboard already, and a tail manacle, with leather cuffs and restrictive, heavy clasps, kept his tail ramrod straight, unable to even twitch back and forth. The black dragon's wings, of course, had been bound and strapped down tightly with leather to his back, ensuring that he could not move a single muscle. His maw was kept clamped shut, though, that time, he had a dildo to suck on, which had been used on his tail hole prior.

Temeraire didn't remember when the toy had been used on him. It did not matter. He was there with the entire formation of dragons on the shore of Brazil, ready for transport: Lily, Maximum, Messoria, Immortalis, Nitidus and Dulcia. Of course, there was Iskeria too, though her fiery ways didn't make her as popular in a group as she could otherwise have been.

“Load up! Set sail for China!"

The drake shuddered, hunkering down. He knew that he had to be quiet, that he had to be submissive, that nothing he did would make the humans treat him more nicely. His cock hung out, forced through a leather device with a small hole in the middle, which could be tightened to act as a cock ring, of a kind. It made sure, either way, that his dick could not retract into his belly slit, leaving him humiliatingly exposed and on show. Even though submission ran in Temeraire's blood, that didn't mean that it felt right when the humans that were his masters used him as a toy when on board ships, binding his huge wings so that he was a sail.

Yet the dragon was not to be aware that his trip that time was not to be quite the same as the ones that he had taken prior on the transport ships…

“I haven't been on a ship before, Messoria grumbled, though she was more subdued than usual, the Yellow Reaper's head dropped down low. “What goes on there?"

Temeraire grunted around his gag, though it was not as if he could offer her any words of comfort. Their training may have prepared them, in part, for what was to come, after all.

“I heard that they'll use our wings as sails," Lily grunted, though she was uncomfortable in her bondage, even if it fitted her nicely. “That's not so bad…"

“Why would you want to be a sail?" Iskeria spat. “We're more than that, better than that!"

Maximus sighed, the biggest of them all, a Regal Copper with shimmering coppery-red scales.

“That's not how it works…" He rumbled softly, quiet enough so that the humans would not hear. “If you behave like that Iskeria, they will force you to submit even more. You will not go back to the breeding fields when you act like that."

But Iskeria seethed, smoke roiling from her nostrils. She was not to be so subdued, though the humans moved around them without a second thought.

The captain stood tall before the dragon captains, ready to set sail once they were all loaded up.

“The dragons will be dispersed once abroad the ship," he said, gesturing to make his point clear. “That fire-breathing one, the snappy one – it needs more training. Make sure that they are taken down to the hold. I won't have that one causing any trouble. And make sure their bondage is suited to its size too."

The captains nodded, for they would all be assisting one another when making sure that the dragons were all where they were supposed to be.

“It will be most useful in powering the ship with her fire breath, however…" The captain mused. “We will begin with the mid-weights acting as entertainment for the crew and aviators, of course. Only that Celestial may be useful as a backup sail, or perhaps the Regal Copper, but we have many sail dragons on board already so I doubt that they will be required."

The dragons were loaded, whether they wanted to be or not. Iskeria seethed, fighting back against everything, the cranes lifting them aboard in their bondage, though Nitidus and Dulcia were permitted to walk, perhaps as two of the more amenable dragons in the flight. Iskeria, however… Her fate was, comparatively, to be the worst of all.

For she was lowered straight down into the hold, loaded up where she belonged, not even able to move a single muscle. She bellowed and roared, the reverberations of her cries shaking the ship itself, though the waters still lapped gently at its hull.

“Release me!"

Submission had never come easily to her, though it would be expected of her one way or the other. Her tail was stretched out, forcing her to always keep it elevated and her slit exposed, her anal ring separate to the slit of her pussy, though both would be used to make sure that her body was duly abused.

“Mmmph-hhmmmm-mmmmphhh!"

She cried out as a gag was forced into her muzzle, though it was not a standard ring gag, but one that came with three rings inside it, slotting in around her teeth to make sure she couldn't break it. Forced to keep her maw open, the dragoness seethed and roiled, but her wings were lashed down to her back, feet manacled to a board down in the hold.

She didn't know that she was down near the power source of the ship. For it could have a giant propellor, even if it was only used as a backup to the dragon sails that were up on the dragon deck, lashed and frozen in place with their wings spread as wide as was possible to force them. Her breath, primarily, would be used to power machinery for other dragons, though the mechanics of that was not required for Iskeria.

She didn't need to know that, not when she was nothing more than cattle to the humans.

She tried to hiss through the gag, her tongue lashing back and forth, though heavy, leather bonds encircled her body. They suspended her, lightly, so that her feet barely touched the ground, only held in place there by the manacles, everything growing more and more restrictive. Her hind legs were fixed with a spreader bar between them and another between her forelegs, her claws capped with muffling mittens, though they would not be filed down while she was still useful for them.

“Mmmmph…"

She groaned, head spinning. It was too much, all of it, but she couldn't let them know that, not even as she let out a blast of fire. Though there was a metal tube in front of her, something that seemed to suck and funnel her flames away from her even as she exhaled them, fiery tongues licking at the inside of the chute. She glared at it, though her attention was soon to be taken away as something hard prodded under her tail.

“Unnff…"

The dragoness thrashed, though her neck was clamped in place, thick manacles closing around her neck so that she was forced to keep it ever so slightly arched. She tongued at the ring gags, clenching her teeth, though they did not budge in the slightest.

“Mmmph…"

Her will was far from broken, even though both fear and anger roiled within her, clawing at her stomach. But, no, Iskeria could not hold out, could not give up, had to keep going. She was dominant through and through and even submitting to the wills of the humans was not something that she was prepared to do. Even if it was what all dragons, ultimately, had to do.

A dildo drove into her pussy, though it would end up being her own fire breath that powered it, even if Iskeria did not need to be privy to that information. She chewed at the gags as her cunt was stretched open, not to pleasure her but to force her through something that not even she was ready for. The dragon tried to thrash, muscles bunching and clenching, need coursing through.

The need to be free. The need to orgasm. Yet she wanted both to be of her own volition.

One day, she would learn to submit to the humans. But not quite yet.

She was poised there like a statue, grunting and groaning, every thrust of the dildo into her softly lubricating pussy. Her body was forced to respond, though she was trussed up better than a Christmas goose, swaying barely even an inch back and forth – which was a mean feat indeed for a creature of her size.

A second dildo powered into her tail hole, stretching her backside open too, though all the dragoness could do was shudder and clench, closer and closer to orgasm as the dragon machinery kept her on the edge, aching and moaning, needing something more, always more…

She would be allowed orgasm, of course, though each one would be hard-won. Her bondage had to be so restrictive due to her nature, though it was not as if anyone else would know or even care about that, no, not in the slightest. The other dragons, after all, had problems of their own…

Maximus, the largest of all the dragons with his shimmering, copper scales, was placed up near the bow of the ship, at the foremast. Maximus, Temeraire and Lily, along the length of the ship with Lily back at the stern, had their wings stretched into bondage, tied up in place of sails. They could be used as sails, however temporarily, to get more speed on the transporter as they left the port. Of course, it was not that simple as their lower halves dipped below the boards of the deck, dildos crammed into them, forcing them to orgasm or at least be held near the edge, depending on how the sailors and crew wanted them to be. Lily, of course, had two for her body, her silt and her anal ring beckoning attention.

They couldn't move out of their bondage, one way or the other, forelegs tucked up to their chests and tied down, only their wings useful above the deck. The dildos slammed into them roughly and crudely, though none of them knew that the frantic pace was because of Iskeria's fiery breath powering the machines, forcing them to work and grind, though the machinery itself was Temeraire groaned and bellowed, the dildo finally removed from his mouth, though that was only because the sailors wanted to hear his cries. Many revelled in the bellows of a dragon on the edge of climax, which was just why dragons were such excellent entertainment on board!

The ship left the dock quickly, the crew expertly hooking and rigging the dragon sails to make sure that they did not bump into any other ships as they departed. They were experienced, highly so, though there were many things to do while on board – and not all of it, for the crew, entailed work…

Temeraire, Maximus and Lily got the majority of the sailor's attention. Temeraire was cranked up high enough that his cock was above deck level, though the dragon's eyes were still wide and wild from where the dildo was pumping into him. To the dragon, it felt like the biggest, thickest one that he had ever taken, though it was still smooth, startling a cry from his lips every time it ground up inside him, making him shudder bodily. Maximum tried to stifle his roars and bellows, though the bigger dragon did not plead for mercy, no, not as he tried merely to withstand everything that was happening to his body. His dildo had to be the biggest of all, grinding up deep into his tail hole, probably the largest that was even on the market for dragon training.

But he didn't want to beg… Not even as he whined and even his eyes streamed with tears that by no means belonged there. He was so big that it should have come naturally to be dominant and yet being put in such a position had him squirming and whimpering as if he was truly nothing more than a squalling hatchling. His stomach churned, his cock also forced to stay erect as it pulsed, though the sailors laughed, the ones that were not currently on shift, and handled him roughly, groping and squeezing his shaft, making it spring up and down.

Maximus ground his teeth together, shaking his head, though he could barely even move that. He was tied up to a mast, from which his wings were spread, and he panted heavily, releasing excess heat from his maw.

“Noooooo…" Temeraire moaned, the dragon twitching and flinching, trying to thrust his hips and whining dully. “No, no… No, I can't do this again…"

Maximus and Lily had not heard Temeraire's tales of his time on other transport ships, for he had often been kept gagged – most likely to stop him from warning the dragons that were in the process of being broken in about what was going to happen to them. It had all been part of their training, after all, though the ship was so long that all Maximus could have heard of Temeraire was his loudest of moans and pleas anyway.

Not that Temeraire was at all trying to be quiet, no. He whined and squealed and tried to hump, though the dildos drove him insane. He could cum even with the cock ring fixed around the base of his shaft, the leather bondage keeping him erect, though that in itself was a form of sexual torture for a dragon who just wanted some tiny modicum of release and relief.

He just wanted a break from it, even as the sailors manhandled his cock roughly and made him jet off great, splattering spurts of cum across the deck, Temeraire howling.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Some things were good – kind of like that first orgasm. But the dildo driving up ruthlessly into his body told him otherwise, that sinking feeling back in his stomach, as if a lead weight had settled in there.

“Nooooooo, please…" He groaned, no longer gagged, though the sailors just pointed and laughed at him. “Please… No… Don't do this again… I can't take anymore!"

“Does it think that it gets a say in this?" One sailor asked. “I thought that they were meant to be obedient!"

“Some are still in training, they're not like the dragon sails that we sail with currently, the big ones," another answered, though he wasn't even looking at Temeraire, as if he was not even important enough for that. “This one needs to be trained and taught its place. If we can be bothered, there's other dragon trainers for that…"

But what the crew could do, regardless of their rank and station on the ship, was use and abuse him. They jerked off Temeraire, using big, leather dragon cock sleeves, whipping the open-ended device back and forth along his cock hard enough for him to shriek in pain. It was too much for him but the dragon had no say at all in anything that was done to him. Even if the inside of the dragon cock sleeve, a fleshlight, kind of, was soft, it still burned through his overly sensitive cock as the day wore on, big spurts of cum splattering across the deck before him while his wings were used to aid the ship in its forward motion.

Just an object, nothing more. Dragons were there to be used, so why would the crew ever not use them? Temeraire was forced to cum even as he turned back and forth, a big semi-circle of cum marking the deck in front of him.

Still, he had his lungs to be used, trying to turn his head back and forth even as a burning ache spread through his neck.

“No, please, I can't…" He begged, eyes half-lidded as if he could not even bear to have them open for a single moment more, bearing witness to his own abuse. “No. Don't hurt meeeeeeee! I can't cuuuuuuuum annnnnnnnyyyyyymooooooore!"

They didn't care, not as others used kelp and even their hands too on his cock. He was some of the best entertainment that they had had in a long time, to be fair, what with how vocal he was. The sailors ended up making a game out of who could get him to scream the loudest, Temeraire's throat raw even as bellow after bellow, irrevocably, was forced from his lungs.

Maximus, on the other hand, attracted sailors that wanted to hold the Regal Copper back from orgasm. Not something that he had experienced before, though the whole thing was turning out to be worse than the worst stories that he had heard before from the dragon transporters and how they were used by their human masters. His cock was masturbated, used to turn him back and forth when they didn't need to adjust the rigging specifically around his wings to catch the wind.

“Please… I can't…" He shuddered, hating how he begged. “No… I can't do this, I've got to…got to cum…"

But the Regal Copper's booming voice was quiet and low, all so that he did not dare raise it anymore. What if he attracted attention from the others? But it could not be worse, surely, than it was? Not even with his muscles aching from the intense, restrictive bondage, having to keep his wings in precisely the right position to catch the wind.

The big dragon heaved for breath, closing his eyes, squirming even when there was no space at all for him to move into: they had tied him too tightly. His tail hole ached deeply and yet there was a part of him that needed that relief too. The machines, which he could not see, could be controlled by the crew too, so that Maximus was always kept on the edge, lingering there, wanting, heaving, panting…but never quite brought over that edge to climax.

Their jeers filled his ears as he grunted and groaned, yet there was no escape.

“Please let me free… I'll do anything… Unfff… Nnngggghhh…"

His quiet groans and protests, however, only stimulated them to abuse him even more.

Lily, on the other hand, squealed as the dildos pounded her. It had not been something that the dragoness had been exposed to since her training and her body ached around them! Bondage was one thing, but she didn't have a dick for the sailors to turn her body back and forth with, helping to best angle her wings for the wind. Of course, they found an answer to that, binding a giant dildo (dragon-sized) to her belly so that it stuck straight out at a good height for them to use to turn her back and forth. It was even crudely ridged like a dragon's shaft, though Lily didn't care about that.

There were no cum shots from the Longwing dragon, though no one even admired her blue scales, the way that her wings faded from blue to orange, sliced through with jagged slashes of dark markings. She was, therefore, not the most entertaining to the crew in that fashion, though when they ramped up the machines to see how much she would squeal for them…

“Make the dildos go quicker!" One of the crew shouted as Lily's breath heaved in great, ragged gasps. “She's got to cum more than that!"

“No… Eeeeeeee!"

She squealed and wrenched at her bonds, panting heavily, her flanks shuddering. She was the smallest of the three dragons bound on the top deck, where their wings could be used as sails, huffing and heaving, trying to thrash. But all that did was make them laugh even more, the dildos pounding both of her holes with ruthless, barbaric force.

“Nooooooo!" She groaned, though it was a higher-pitched groan than anything that either of the male dragons would produce. “Noooooo, let me go, I caaaaan't taaaaaake iiiiiiit!"

Her words were interspersed with moans, pleasure blistering through her, for it was not the kind of pleasure that anyone would have been interested in taking for their own. No, it was a slamming blast, a grind of delight that kept going and going even as her pussy clenched viciously around the manipulative toy and she bellowed in climax all over again.

On and on and on… Would her holes ever even be tight again? Lily wondered, her head swimming, though there was desire tangled in there too with the strain and the pain. The dragoness did not have any idea just how much time had passed already, though she knew there was no getting out of it, despite her body straining and wrenching, trying to bunch up and use muscles that were under the control of her human masters. For she was below the lowest of the low, the sailors getting a long, wound up (as if they had twisted it) length of cloth soaked in seawater for her.

Yet Lily could not have imagined just how they were going to use it, rubbing it quickly back and forth, between two crew members, from side to side across the front of her exposed crotch. She was forced to “sit" on her haunches with her hind legs curled under her and her tail looped down, tied off to something that she didn't understand at that time – but would later that night, when the crews had changed off to another shift and she was allowed some tentative respite for a little while.

The position left the front of her groin exposed and the bulging slit of her pussy pulled taut around the dildo, grinding and splattering into her.

“Aaaahhhhhh – no, please! Not therrrrrreeeeee!"

Lily howled as the towel rubbed across her pussy, finding nerve endings that, frankly, the dragon had never considered before. She heaved and groaned, trembling in place, the true horror of the submissive situation that she had been dropped into, entirely against her will, sinking into her.

Still, pleasure mounted and she screamed as she was forced through yet another orgasm.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh, nnnnnnoooooooooo!"

The dragoness tried to twist, she tried to fight back – but most of what Lily did was just a natural reaction of her body, hardly even knowing what was happening to her. The pressure was too much, finding a sensitive patch of nerves right where she didn't even know they existed.

“Nooooooo!"

But the towel rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, so much that she thought that her scales were going to be rubbed raw off her body – but a dragon's hide was much tougher than that, of course. There was little, physically, that any of the crew could do to harm her, even as her wings billowed, taking in the wind, sending them scudding along the surface of the sea.

“Uuuunnnnnnfffff…" She groaned, tongue hanging out of her muzzle, lashing against the side of it in a wet splatter. “No, I can't take it… Please, stop it, please, stop all of this… I'll do anything you want, anything at all…"

Dimly, Lily was aware of the pressure in her loins as her body built, yet again, towards another orgasm. She had not even realised that she was so needy again, though the dimmer howls of Maximus, grunts and bellows and pleas for release, echoed through the ship even from where she was. A shriller cry told her that Temeraire must have had his gag removed too, for his voice cut through it all.

“No… No more… I need… Ggggrrrraaawwwwrrrrr!"

“Mmmmmph! No – agh! It's… Ahhhhhhh, cumming again!"

“Can't… Nnnnnngggggggghhhhhhh, oh, let me! Please!"

“Please, stop! Ah! It's too much, I can't cum anymore!"

The dragoness might not have known what was happening to her friends, but she was not so sure that she even wanted to. She had her problems to worry about as her body was forced through orgasms that it was by no means prepared through into the late afternoon, the dragoness only aware of the passage of time, as her own sexual juices dripped and drooled and stained the platform beneath her, because twilight had fallen.

Later that night, Lily worked out that she could tighten her tail on a sort of handle, where it had been lashed down below the deck. It offered her some relief, if she wound and tightened her grip on it more and more, though nowhere near enough for her to find true relief as her body, the platform that she was sitting on, lifted up and almost off the dildos.

But not entirely, not as she groaned, her muscles aching as she hovered there, the mechanism creaking obnoxiously as she did everything that she could to keep herself up and in place. Just the tip remained inside her pussy and her tail hole, every muscle in her body seemingly screaming as she panted more heavily than ever and swallowed hard, even when there was no moisture at all left in her mouth.

“Ooooohhhhhhhh… Come on… Hold on… Unfff… Just a…little…longer…"

No one nearby, if there even was anyone, was used to the dragons complaining, grunting, groaning, or even pleading. They were just dragons and, beyond the uses that they had for the humans, they meant no more to even their captains and masters.

Yet someone that she did not see, a crew member bored at the late hour and the changing of the shifts, changed the speed setting on the grinding, fire-powered dildos, allowing the kinetic energy generated from Iskeria's fiery breath to ram them forcibly and furiously up into Lily's body.

“Agggghhhhh – oh no!"

She couldn't do it, couldn't stop herself, not even as Maximus' bellowing groan rumbled the ship under her feet, her body dropping suddenly and sharply onto the dildos. Her pussy clenched wetly around the one driving up into it, yet the lubrication did not help her adjust at all to the abrupt filling, her cunt stretched wide all over again, her tail hole aching with a deep pain that would not go away until she was allowed relief from the sexual machinery.

However, that time would not come. Not for a long, long time.

Continued in part two of two.