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I rushed to upload this chapter, and it needed big edits and more work. Plus I kinda forgot where the hell I was going with it.

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Karma led her slave to the medical area. A rope hung from the ceiling, with a carabiner attached on its end. She tied the reins to it, and walked to the cabinets that lined the wall. From there, she fetched a spreader bar. It was about a meter long and had two latches on each of its ends, with a third welded on the middle.

“Do not kick me, slave."

Even with the heads up, the dragon flinched when her left foot was touched. Karma, however, was able to attach the spreader-bar to the cuffs' rings without further resistance. A ring had been embedded to the floor right where Ximiao stood; the third latch of the spreader bar was attached to it. Her slave's legs would now remain spread and fixed safely to the floor.

Karma removed the rope that had hindered Ximiao's steps on their way to the bathroom, coiled it up and set it aside. The reins were then untied from the carabiner, and pulled down towards the spreader-bar. Reflexively, the dragon knelt down.

“No. Keep your legs straight. Up!" Ximiao sighed, but stood back up, and bent at the hips to follow Karma's pull. The reins were tied to the spreader bar. “Good girl."

The carabiner that hung from the ceiling was pulled down and latched to the ring on the heavy leather sleeve that kept Ximiao's arms pinned at her back. In two steps, Karma was standing next to a lever. It was pulled down, and the carabiner's rope began to shorten. Slowly, the dragon's arms were forced upwards.

Ximiao was relatively calm at first, but as the position became more forced, and the pressure on her shoulders mounted, muffled sounds of alarm started to filter through the gag. Karma knew it was just fear to the unknown, and kept the lever down until her slave's arms were forced into a 90 degree angle.

Lastly, Karma picked up the rope she had discarded, and threaded it through the rings of Ximiao's tail cuffs. With a knot at the base, and another around the dragon's wrists, the dangerous limb was safely immobilized.

In the field, a position such as this was called 'strained bondage', and served not only to immobilize a slave, but also to punish them for struggling. Karma had also chosen to restrict Ximiao's breathing by forcing her head down and inwards. It was advanced, but the dragon was flexible enough to endure it.

Mentally, however…perhaps it was asking too much too soon. Some slaves had trouble adjusting to the sensation of helplessness, and would fight back against restraints behind reason. Ximiao had shown clear symptoms of this behavioral deviation already. It was not a big deal, of course. She would just require a little bit of extra work…

The body harness was designed not only to condition a slave's movements and breathing, but it also had rings on key points of the body to facilitate restraining. A belt of about a meter length was latched to each of the body harness' shoulder straps. The other end was then fixed to the spreader bar. An extra pair was used on the chest bands.

Karma assessed Ximiao's restraints for a moment, and then gave a nod of satisfaction. Now her slave could have a fit if she wished. The brunt of it would be halted by the additional straps. The risk of injury was neutralized.

“If you only knew all the extra work I am doing to keep you healthy and safe."

“..."

The wheels of the little cart squeaked as it rolled on the tiled floor. A chair was also pulled from the corner, and set in front of Ximiao's rear. Karma sat down, grabbed the dragon's buttcheeks and spread them apart to reveal a virgin butthole. A vibrant turquoise color, it stood out amidst the white feathers.

In a primal impulse, Karma pressed her wet nose against it and took a deep sniff. Mixed with the individual scent of her slave- fruity and snowy- was the scent of sex and arousal. Leftovers from the intense fucking she had imposed upon Ximiao the previous night.

Karma felt a surge of aggression; possessive and needy. The fur at the nape of her neck standing on end, a growl rumbling on her throat, she gave the innocent hole a hefty lick. She felt it twitch under the unwelcomed caress.

The restraints holding her slave creaked and clanked as Ximiao tried to pull away. The high-pitched noises coming out of her throat may have been of surprise…or outrage. Karma wasn't sure.

“Every hole you have is a toy for me to use, slave." Karma teased as she pulled away. Next to her sat a jar of lube, and on top, a buttplug. She picked them up. “And what I give, I expect to receive in turn. That thick prehensile tongue of yours is a big asset that I now own. I will exploit its potential to the fullest. Make your peace with it."

Karma replaced her dominatrix gloves with a set of medical ones-duly sanitized and to be disposed of after the procedure. The lube jar was opened. Pulling aside one of the dragon's buttcheeks with one hand, she smeared the gel over Ximiaos butthole. Her slave drew in a sharp intake of air, flinching away from the cool touch as if pinched.

“Fighting will do you no good." Karma said, circling the virgin sphincter with a gentle finger to spread the gel, and coax the muscle into relaxing. “Focus, instead, on controlling your reactions."

Karma picked the buttplug. It was barely wider than the enema hose threaded through it; a merciful pick for an anal virgin. She smeared it on the lube, and pressed the tip against Ximiao's glistening hole. The dragon overreacted yet again, tucking her butt in, and straining to move her trapped legs.

Without a word, Karma set the buttplug aside and unlatched the 'toothbrush' vibrator from her belt, and set it on a low buzz. Its soft head barely brushed past Ximiao's clitorial hood, and pressed harder on the way down, finally venturing into her entrance. The unexpected stimulation made the bound dragon shiver all over.

Karma repeated the motion, counting the seconds, and keeping a close eye-and an open ear-to her slave's reactions. The feeble stomping of her trapped feet grew insistent and erratic; the pitch of her protests devolved into anguished groans. Her sex, before tepid and indifferent, had grown wet and hot at the five minute mark.

The vibrator was pulled away and set aside. The buttplug was lubed again, and pressed back against Ximiao's butthole. This time, the dragon leaned against it…before she caught herself and straightened up.

“Promising." Karma chuckled.

The idle comment hit a nerve. A rageful scream echoed in the small room. Leather creaked and metal clanked as Ximiao thrashed against their unwavering grip. Karma watched with an analytical gaze; the shoulders would be okay…but perhaps she had neglected to secure the head a bit better…

…or not. The snaffle may leave a lingering throbbing once Ximiao was done yanking against the reins, but there would be no damage to the tissue. She could fight against it at will. And Karma could stay on her chair to enjoy the show.

The fit progressed as it usually did with slaves like this. Rageful sounds devolved into whines, and finally, to labored panting. The vigorous twitching and twisting was short lived, the strained position punishing the undesirable motions all on its own. Exhaustion and pain eventually appeased the agitated mind, and allowed it thought once more. There was pain, exhaustion…yet nothing had been accomplished.

“You will learn that resisting does you no good." Karma whispered, rising from the chair. Leaning over the trapped slave, she searched her nipples amidst the feathers. Ximiao writhed as the sensitive nubs were rubbed, tweaked and pulled. “I will do whatever I want to you, and there's nothing you can do to stop it."

The dragon shivered all over. Karma squeezed the dragon's breasts, leaning closer. Ximiao's heartbeat pounded against her paw. The smell of fear and arousal tickled the dog's nose, and made her growl…

“You need this, don't you..? Your aggression is just a facade. All you want is for a strong leader to take over…"

Without realizing, Karma had moved a hand to the dragon's sex to rub it. She felt a rush of victory feeling its wetness…but alas, it had been thoroughly stimulated a moment prior.

Disappointed, she pulled away.

…she had forgotten the need to further evaluate Ximiao's masochistic tendencies. The plan had been to go all morning without vaginal stimulation, and check in the afternoon the grade of arousal the dragon was in. If at all…

…well..tomorrow was another day...She may as well focus on another key element of these sessions: acclimate her slave to anal manipulation, and train her to associate it with positive sexual stimuli.

Karma fetched two Sucklers from the belt-pouch. First one, then the other, were set over each of Ximiao's nipples. The noises the dragon made as the devious trinkets began to greedily assault the sensitive nubs had Karma seeing white. She jerked away, and wobbled back to the work table.

Ximiao seemed designed to be the perfect sex slave. That sweet, melodic voice, moaning and whimpering in such ways, were as powerful a stimulation as any physical contact. The sweet smell of her lust-and fear- were overpowering. Just the sight of that dangerous powerful creature, rendered so helpless, would be enough to drive a lesser canid into a frenzy.

The windows were opened, and Karma took a moment to go through the medical supplies inside one of the cabinets. They had all been ordered from Luppuland months in advance. She made a mental inventory of all of it, forcing herself to focus on all the labeled clean white packages. And the smell of clean sanitized medical supplies…

The miasma of arousal eased as she concentrated on the task at hand. The enema bag was filled with a solution of salt, water and herbs. It would break havoc on Ximiao's guts the first few sessions, but eventually, the process would be without discomfort. Then, they would go from two bags a session to only one.

The nozzle had a clamp at its base; it was tightened to trap the liquid inside. The bag was then hung from a steel pole and carried to Ximiao's side. Karma blinked as she saw the buttplug still sitting on the chair. She had forgotten it still needed to be inserted. She had to get a grip…

“Anal insertion is not painful, Ximiao, if you just relax." She said, hoping to avoid further distractions. The buttplug was retrieved. Back on the chair, Karma seized one of the dragon's buttcheeks and pulled it aside. “Do not tighten up."

Ximiao had been slumped on the restraints, panting and groaning torturously- quite evidently not appreciating the attention of the Sucklers. The moment she felt the tip of the buttplug pressed against her butthole, she flinched and stomped a foot, letting out a loud muffled scream.

“Why does it bother you so much?" Karma was genuinely curious, slowly increasing the pressure against the dragon's virgin sphincter, and rolling the plug carefully from side to side. “You've seen Bagual and I do it. You know it can feel good."

The dragon just tightened up harder. With a sigh, Karma set the buttplug down, and fetched the vibrator once more. This time, she used the soft bulbous head on Ximiao's tense sphincter. It tightened harder…for a moment. The pleasant sensation coaxed it into relaxing, until Karma was able to push a bit of the vibrator's small head in.

Ximiao shuddered all over. Sensing another fit coming, Karma retrieved the wand vibrator from her belt. On a high buzz, the soft head glided alongside the dragon's sex, touching just enough to rile up already tenderized nerves.

Karma focused on counting the seconds, yanking the mind away from thoughts of rushing downstairs to fetch the strapon. At the 190 mark, Ximiao let out a deep anguished groan, and the toothbrush vibrator slid effortlessly into her virgin hole. Karma stared at it, transfixed by the sight….

…how tight was it really? How would it feel around her cock? Ximiao's pussy had been too tight at first…Would it stretch the same way to accommodate her..?

Metal clanked loudly; Ximiao had stomped a foot, shaking the spreader bar. It snapped Karma out of her daydreaming. She had lost count…

“Stop tightening up." She snapped, embarrassed and annoyed. The Wand was pulled away…Its soft head was glistening; a smooth trail where it had made contact with the dragon's sex. “You're obviously into this. Stop fighting it."

Ximiao protested, a series of loud angry noises that Karma assumed were meant to be words.

“It's not that big of a deal, you know." She said, rolling the smaller vibrator inside of Ximiao for a bit longer. It then traced the virgin entrance; and up all the way to the base of her tail, and then down to her sex. “We are still animals. We have basic needs. And wants. For all our intelligence, all we truly want is to have the simplest of needs fulfilled."

Ximiao tried to say something else, but now she sounded tired, overwhelmed…Karma sighed and set the tool down.

The buttplug met little resistance as the tip was slowly pushed in. The turquoise glistening sphincter spread up to 'welcome' it inside. As the wider part of the tool made it through, the muscle tightened up again, swallowing up the buttplug all the way to its safety cap.

Karma stared at the process a tad too intently; her mind back to thoughts of the strap-on. It felt amazing to get fucked hard and proper up the ass. The greatest act of submission Bagual managed to claim from her. She tricked him into making it painful, and demanded to be on her belly under false pretenses. She didn't want to see the mass of muscle ravaging it. She wanted to feel taken, raped without a care by some brute out on the highway…

…Ximiao would not need to dwell on fantasies…Perhaps, it would not be made painful at all. But she would experience the intensity of a thorough anal fucking…Eventually…

Eventually, indeed. Because right now, there was a medical procedure to perform. The enema…to prepare her slave for those future times.

Karma rose from the chair with another sigh.

The enema-buttplug was specifically designed for patients that had not requested-nor were interested-on having their bowels cleansed. Hard to force in, but easy to pull out, it had four cords connected to its base. Two were tied around the base of Ximiao's tail, and the other set to each of her thighs. Pulled taunt to rob them of any slack, the dragon could try to push it out all she wanted. It would remain safely in.

Through it, a hose had been threaded. While one end was inside Ximiao, the other was connected to the enema-bag's nozzle. The clamp was loosened, and the liquid began to flow.

Ximiao was calm at first…but as her guts began to fill up, she sank into a panicked fit. The unfamiliar sensation would be frightening; more so to someone who had no idea what an enema was or what it did. Karma, however, would not explain. Ximiao didn't need to know. This was something her Mistress wished to do to her and that was that.

Once the dragon stopped struggling, Karma began to work on her sex with the Wand once again. She found the spasmodic jerking of Ximiao's restrained legs and tail particularly pleasing. It happened when the bulbous head of the vibrator brushed too close to the dragon's clit. She had to be careful; teasing, lingering, but never enough to trigger an orgasm, no matter how small.

When the vibrator wandered away for the tenth time, Ximiao let out a particularly loud wail

“Pleasure is a privilege, slave." Karma said, but did step back, turning off the vibrator…and in an impulse, giving it a lick. Ximiao was just so sweet. “One that must be earned. You tried to keep me from what's mine. You are to be punished."

The minutes dragged by as the bag slowly emptied into Ximiao's guts. All Karma could do was watch and wait. Watch Ximiao writhe and hear her moans of discomfort. To smell her frustration and her distress…

…the tension on her own sex became so unpleasant that Karma almost used the Wand on herself. A dominatrix with a sex slave masturbating alone in the corner; what an embarrassment.

She tried to focus on the rest of the day's activities, trying to convince herself that patience would pay out…but truely, there would be no respite for herself until the evening. A tuck-in gift for her slave's good behavior…

The sheer amount of rules to follow had never felt so heavy. Frustration grew into rage.

So much effort and sacrifice for the sake of a slave. Because yes, that's what Ximiao was. In the eyes of Canid Law, and by decree of the Dragons authorities. She owned her…Her cunt ached. It was tense, and itchy. And she wanted to fuck her damn sex slave…

Karma approached Ximiao. The dragon flinched with each 'click' and 'clack' of her boots. Leaning over her, she caught the Sucklers. The devious tools made a wet 'plop' as they were pulled away from the dragon's overstimulated nipples. The noise Ximiao made ripped a growl from Karma's throat.

“You're going to be such a pain in the ass to train." She heaved, stomping to fetch the chair, and dragging it to the front. Next time, maybe she would bring the strap-on, and fuck this damn bitch during the boring enema process. It would give her something to really moan about…

One of the Sucklers soon found something new to nibble on: one of Karma's own nipples. She groaned, slumping into the chair. Nipple stimulation was so weird. Unwanted and pleasurable at the same time. It fanned a craving, and nudged the nerves of her sex as if they were being touched.

Ximiao huffed as the reins were untied from the spreader bar and her head was pulled up. In a swift motion, Karma hooked her legs over the dragon's straining shoulders and locked her knees at the nape of her neck. Her snout firmly shoved into her Mistress' wet seething cunt, the dragon thrashed against her bindings.

“Oh, you better get a taste for it fast…" Karma growled, enjoying how the dragon rubbed and humped her aching pussy with that cold narrow snout of hers. “My patience is failing us both…"

Karma's vision blurred as she gazed down at the dragon, smudged against her crotch, her beautiful white and turquoise feathers framed by thick black straps, and the heavy blindfold. Her nostrils flared against her wet flushed folds; forced to take in her scent with each labored breath.

She searched her clit with two fingers, squeezing the tissue around it to coax it out. The second Suckler was placed on it. Her head snapped back with a loud cry. Clenching her teeth, she groaned as the little ball of nerves was nibbled and suckled with the enthusiasm and dexterity of an expert mouth.

Quickly, she released the toothbrush vibrator from its latch and set it against her pussy in the little space left between the Suckler and Ximiao's nose. Karma screamed and moaned, the orgasm hitting her immediately. Clenching her teeth, vision going white, the Dominatrix wailed and shook, wave after wave of pleasure flaming across her body.

Karma heaved as the intensity decreased just enough to allow some thought. Teeth clenched, she kept the vibrator pressed firmly at the base of her clit. It had happened too quickly. It would last.

The pulsations were so strong that her legs twitched in tandem. Steady, delicious…then slower, weaker…Then unbearable. The vibrator was pulled away, and Karma hurried to snatch the Suckler out, groaning in frustration as her fingers slipped a few times. She had to grab it by the base and yank it out. The surge of stinging pain at the motion made her shiver in satisfaction.

Leaning sloppily on the chair, eyes closed, and panting for air, Karma enjoyed the afterglow of the intense release. All she managed to do was hold onto Ximiao's head; the dragon's labored breathing a gentle caress against her throbbing sex…

She gazed down at her slave. She was so helpless. Completely at her mercy. The hunger to torment her was replaced by endearment. And a little bit of pity. Ximiao had not chosen to be what she was. And Karma had all the power over her…but also, as it was due, the responsibility to take good care of her…

The miasma of arousal lifted, Karma conceded that perhaps a line had been threaded, but not crossed. And now, she was back in control. They were all animals, after all…

“You have needs…and so do I." Karma sighed, pulling her legs down, and allowing Ximiao to yank her head away.

Perhaps, being too strict on either of them was not plausible. The dissonance between theory and reality was unsettling…but relieving. The morning had evolved into a more entertaining experience than what was written on paper.

Ximiao's head was slumped in defeat, her breathing fast and labored. A frothy drool dripped around the snaffle, and her snout glistened with Karma's fluid. Her Mistressed leaned over, and loosened the straps that forced her jaws closed. Ximiao opened her mouth with a gasp. The heavy panting slowly subsided.

“...you're being a good pet, Ximiao…That was very nice…Remember not to speak."

The enema bag had fully emptied, and Ximiao was filled to the brim with the powerful solution. Karma began to gently knead her bloated belly. The additional pressure caused discomfort- and Ximiao made it clear with a torturous groan- but it was required in these first few sessions to ensure the most thorough cleaning.

“...it takes 300 seconds, Ximiao. Count them…if you know how. It'll help distract you…"

As promised, the five minutes soon rolled by and Karma stopped. As this area would be used specifically for the enema sessions, a drain had been installed on the floor right where they stood. The plug keeping it covered was removed, and the hose inserted. The liquid trapped inside Ximiao began to flow down the pipe, never to bother them again.

The dragon moaned in relief as the painful pressure began to ease. Karma allowed her a few moments to enjoy the sensation, and then moved to heighten it. The toothbrush vibrator was set on a low buzz; its soft bulbous head began to circle Ximiao's sphincter and then glided up the tender skin all the way up to the base of her tail.

Karma waited for the dragon to settle down. Pleasant as it was, it did not take long. Her stiff body relaxed, and her breathing began to ease. Quiet moans mingled with the soft sound of the vibrator and the occasional clicking and creaking of Ximiao's restraints.

The vibrator glided all the way down to the dragon's pussy, and ventured into her opening. The abrupt change had her slave stiffening up again. Karma worked this new little spot, up and down, venturing higher and stopping short of the dragon's clit. The tension mounted….and then the vibrator was pulled away.

“Careful now." Karma chuckled at the strained groan Ximiao let out. “I may think you're starting to enjoy my attentions."

Her slave made no sound of protest, did not even struggle. Too tired…or perhaps indeed hoping for more. The smell of her need was intoxicating…

Growling, the fur at the back of her neck standing on end, Karma gave Ximiao's sex a hefty lick. Her hot wet tongue began to trace every inch of it, greedily taking all it could give. She could feel the dragon tensing up against her, and hear her needy moans. But again, she stopped.

Two fingers were lubed. Carefully, Karma began to insert them into Ximiao. The starved sex gripped the intruders. Tight, tense, and seemingly urging them deeper. As the knuckles reached the seething tissue, they retreated… just to go back inside a bit faster, and faster still as the dragon adjusted and her grip eased.

Karma's other hand did not remain idle. Two fingers cradled Ximiao's clit and gave it a squeeze. The dragon let out a loud cry.

“Ahhh!! Eeaagk!!"

Karma stopped.

“...did you just speak..?"

“..."

“Answer me, slave. Was that a word?"

“...ogh…"

“What a good pet…"

The pause was convenient. As she resumed the finger-fucking-slowly now- she retrieved one of the Sucklers with the other hand. Without warning, it was set right over the dragon's clit. Ximiao's body spasmed and a strained gurgling sound escaped her throat. It was followed by a loud wail.

Knowing time was now against her, Karma stood, and finger-fucked the dragon as fast as she could, burying two more fingers in when it felt safe.. She really wished she had brought the strap-on, or at least a dildo…

Ximiao had stopped screaming, and was letting out another long choked groan. Her whole body had stiffened up completely, and the grip of her sex had become fierce. It then loosened in an explosion of pulsations. The dragon raised her head, wailing out in ecstasy as release was finally granted.

It would have been the most beautiful sound Karma would ever hear…but she was distracted by the female-cum squirting out under her hand. It wasn't much, a mere little spray…but its importance was absolute.

The most concerning variable was now settled. And Karma's silly nub of a tail began to wag.

Ximiao spasmed her way through the last waves of pleasure jolting up from her sex. Gasping for air, the dragon then slumped down against her restraints, legs trembling. The stimulation on her clit continued, her sex clenched up around the intruders still inside. She waited, teeth clenched, eyes closed tight under the blindfold.

And then she screamed.

The feral shriek made Karma jump. Also, and quite efficiently, shook her out of her stupor. She had snatched her hand out of the dragon's pussy.

“If you scream like that again, I'll stuff your mouth with the biggest ball-gag I have." She snapped at her. It had truly been a horrid noise. Terrifying, for some reason…

Ximiao was babbling loudly. Karma had a hard time understanding the words…but the pitch of it was unmistakable. Pleads.

With a sigh, Karma leaned down, caught the Suckler and plucked it away from the dragon's clit. Ximiao started sobbing.

…well…There was another bag to go…but things had deviated perhaps a bit too much from the original plan. May as well do so one last time. Regardless of anything else, Karma had to be very careful not to take more than the dragon could give. And maybe she had just done so…

“...we are done." She said, untying the cords of the buttplug. “Settle down. Let's just get you cleaned up…"

Ximiao sniffled.