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Chapter Four for Under the Dragoness's Paw!\n\nEnjoy!\n\nDISCLAIMERS!!!\n\nTHIS IS A WORK OF FICTION\nAny characters, names, places, events and incidents cited in this work are, in its entirety, the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.\n\nTHIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY\nSelf-explanatory. This work contains many explicit sexual scenes and fetish-heavy content, therefore it is meant to be read exclusively by adults. If you’re below 18 years of age, stop reading immediately.\n\nCONTENT WARNING\nThis work revolves in its entirety around Femdom, Malesub, BDSM, Bondage, Chastity and Slavery. This work may also include other fetishes which may range from milder to more extreme ones, as well as scenes where consent is dubious or, in some rare cases, non-existent. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, stop reading.\n\nALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL SCENES ARE ADULT AND SAPIENT\nSelf-explanatory. No minors or less-than-sapient creatures will be featured in sexual scenes.\n\nACTIONS DO NOT MEAN ENDORCEMENT\nThe characters’ actions, thoughts and opinions are their own and are not endorsed in any way, shape, or form by the author, nor do they reflect the author’s personal views.\n\nNO AI TRAINING OR NFTS\nAny use of this work to “train” generative artificial intelligence (AI) technologies to generate text, or to make NFTs of it, is expressly prohibited.\n\nENGLISH ISN’T THE AUTHOR’S MOTHER-TONGUE\nIf you see any strange phrases, odd choice of words, typos, repetitions or things like this, that is why. Apologies in advance.\n\n© Valen “Vally” Drakk", "description_bbcode_parsed": "There it is! Chapter Four for Under the Dragoness's Paw!

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Any characters, names, places, events and incidents cited in this work are, in its entirety, the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY
Self-explanatory. This work contains many explicit sexual scenes and fetish-heavy content, therefore it is meant to be read exclusively by adults. If you’re below 18 years of age, stop reading immediately.

CONTENT WARNING
This work revolves in its entirety around Femdom, Malesub, BDSM, Bondage, Chastity and Slavery. This work may also include other fetishes which may range from milder to more extreme ones, as well as scenes where consent is dubious or, in some rare cases, non-existent. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, stop reading.

ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL SCENES ARE ADULT AND SAPIENT
Self-explanatory. No minors or less-than-sapient creatures will be featured in sexual scenes.

ACTIONS DO NOT MEAN ENDORCEMENT
The characters’ actions, thoughts and opinions are their own and are not endorsed in any way, shape, or form by the author, nor do they reflect the author’s personal views.

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ENGLISH ISN’T THE AUTHOR’S MOTHER-TONGUE
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© Valen “Vally” Drakk", "writing": "CHAPTER 4\n\nDEPARTURE\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!''\n\nThe sound of Mahr'daga's fearsome whip, the Punisher, reverberated through the cavern as loud as a lightning, as powerful as an explosion.\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nIt was a frightening sight: a 7,5 meter long whip, thick as two-and-a-half dragon fingers. It was colored black, a purple handle, and had a very sharp, very pointy end, like a dark dragon talon. It was enveloped by purple stripes and several purple runes carved into the handle\n\nThose runes were actually several spells which amplified the pain, the damage and even the sound it made, as well as another spell that could infect the wounds it inflicted or prevent pain from going away for a long time.\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nIt was one of the scariest sounds Dar'gon had ever heard, comparable to Wretches' cries. He had never known something could be so powerful, so painful, and so fearsome. It was designed to inflict pain beyond what a dragon could bear, not just to shread scales, skin.\n\nIt was a whip designed to break a dragon's will to fight.\n\nAnd the worst part was, according to Mahr'daga, that this whip was nothing to S'handagaran dragon-slaves, especially when compared to some other whips.\n\nAnd yet...\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\n``Such good pain sluts...'' purred Mahr'daga as she mercilessly whipped the twin dragons. Both were bound in stocks, both wore gas masks and both were forced to huff the dragoness's concentrated pheromones, which came from the same canister she had used on Mar'gon, and then, on Dar'gon too.\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\n``You must be the first two wild dragons ever who can take the Punisher...''she kept purring.\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nCRACK!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nThe dragoness had been hurting them non-stop for the last week, taking every opportunity she could to inflict damage on them. First she had tried brutal spanking, then, when that wasn't painful enough anymore to the twins, she moved to clawing, then biting, and finally whipping.\n\nThe other whips had proven too painful for the twins, so she had moved to the Punisher, the most formidable one in her arsenal.\n\nAfter an entire day of whipping, both of the twins' rumps were completely covered in cuts, bruises, crushed scales and blood.\n\nThe dragoness also hadn't just stopped to their rumps either. \n\nEvery area that wasn't covered by mitts, bondage gear or masks bore brutal slashes and cuts: their necks, their flanks, their bellies, their backs...\n\nAny dragon that would have whipped like this would have been reduced to nothing more than a crying, whimpering mess that wouldn't have survived for long.\n\nAnd yet, these two not only endured the pain but, under them, a pool of pre-cum had collected. They were so turned on that only the belt had prevented them from cumming.\n\nDar'gon had never known someone could endure so much pain, and not only that, get so aroused by it. Not just one but two of them, at the same time!\n\n``Just one week...'' purred the dragoness, loudly still ``And you've become the biggest pain-sluts the world ever seen... You even enjoy being whipped with the fucking Punisher!''\n\nTo further prove her point, she whipped them again in their anuses, with pint-point precision.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nThey screamed, at the top of their lungs, but this time, they turned into loud moans right at the end, like they always did when they were getting really, REALLY turned on. \n\nThey were moans of pure pleasure. They were moans of dragons that loved getting hurt, whipped, and wanted nothing more than being hurt. They were moans of dragons that wanted everybody to hear what good pain-sluts they were.\n\n``You'll make such beautiful slaves. But... you'll still never hold a candle to my little cloaca-slave...'' she then said, turning to Dar'gon who had been worshiping her pussy the entire time.\n\nThose words never failed to fill Dar'gon with pride, like no other compliment had ever done in his entire life. Those twins may be pain sluts, and may have no trouble finding a mistress in the S'hur'dayan Empire, but that didn't matter.\n\nHe was her favorite cloaca-slave. He was her favorite, period. For only he could please her like no other could.\n\nSomething had changed within him this time. He could feel it, and it wasn't just because of all those pheromones that Mahr'daga had made him smell in the past week.\n\nHe had believed he couldn't sink further into submission, or get any better at what he did: worshiping Mahr'daga.\n\nHe had been so wrong...\n\nDar'gon's mind had melted so completely that he felt that he literally couldn't survive if he didn't get a whiff of Mahr'daga's beautiful pheromones. He couldn't make it to the next day if he couldn't lick her pussy or worship her paws.\n\nHe couldn't go on without her...\n\nEvery lick, kiss and sucking was no longer just perfect. Every single one of them no longer carried just pure, unadultered lust caused by pheromones, arousal, and spending a long time in chastity. \n\nThey carried the purest, deepest, strongest, lust-filled, love.\n\nDar'gon now worshiped the dragoness like he wanted nothing more than spending the rest of his life under her, serving her, worshiping her.\n\nHer pussy, her paws, her voice, her presence, everything about her, had become the center of his world. She was perfect. She truly was a Goddess among mortals. She was the dragoness he had always looked for all his life. \n\nHe was HERS.\n\n``Such a... mrrrr... beautiful dragon...'' purred Mahr'daga, after Dar'gon sucked on her clitoris so well, and so perfectly, that it sent her to the moon, making her pleasure skyrocket already after just a few minutes.\n\n``I knew my pheromones would do wonders for you, but... Mmph... wow... I never would have expected to work so well... Grrr.... You were already an amazing slave... Grrr... But now... Grrr...''\n\nShe never finished that phrase. Instead, she started to growl. Dar'gon immediately knew what he had to do. He started prolonging his licks, kisses and sucking, only barely increasing her pleasure and prolonging it, like she loved so much...\n\n``I honestly believed... Grrr... these two cuties could really... Grrr... give you some competition...'' she said, as she whipped the twin dragons on their anuses, as if she wanted to rip it off their rumps.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\n``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nThey got to the point where their screams turned into moans midway, and they were as loud as their screams.\n\n``Yes... Grrr... They may be adorable... Grrr... pain sluts... and the dragoness that will buy them... Grrr... will be a lucky one...'' she said, whipping them every time she growled ``But... Grrr... They will never be as good as you... Grrr... my little cloaca slave...'' \n\nShe was now looking at Dar'gon with that hungry, ravenous expression, the expression of a dragoness that wanted the whole world and everything in it that never failed to melt his hearts.\n\nYes. He was her little cloaca-slave. Hers alone, and nobody else's.\n\nHe would do anything for her. He would die for her. He would do anything that dragoness would tell him to do, and he'd happily do it. And right now, there was one thing she wanted him to do: give her the best orgasm ever.\n\nAs he worshiped her pussy, trying to prolongue her pleasure even further, he started purring loudly, nuzzling against her pussy as he gave longer and stronger kisses, licks and suckling,.\n\nThe dragoness was barely able to control herself and growled louder still. Dar'gon's purrs caressed her pussy in the same way that his tongue did, but the vibrations it brought felt simply divine.\n\n``GRRRRRRR... Just look at how he worrrrrrrrrships me... GRRRRRR...'' growled Mahr'daga to the twin dragons. She whipped them even more ruthlessly than before, as if they had just displeased her.\n\n``MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\n``HMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nTheir screams had been almost entirely reduced to moans now. That was how they were turned on. The pools of cum under their groins had gotten even wider and deeper. If they weren't wearing chastity belts, they would have cum by now.\n\n``THIS... GRRRRRRR... is how a slave woRRRRrrrships a S'handagarrrrrrran drrrrrrragoness! GRRRRR... This is how a drrrrrragonessssss like ME deserrrrves to be worrrrrshiped!''\n\nHer growls were so deep, so loud, that Dar'gon felt his bones shacking every time she opened her maws to speak. Her words barely intelligible over the deep grumbling coming from the deepest parts of her belly.\n\nShe was also spouting flames from her nostrils, and saliva was drooping copiously from her maws. She was struggling, really hard, to refrain herself from muzzle-fucking him already. Even speaking was costing her so much...\n\nWhen Dar'gon, now growling himself, slid his muzzle inside her pussy nuzzling her labias and licking the innermost parts of her, she let out a roar of sheer pleasure\n\n``GRRRR... LOOK!'' she half-growled, half-roared ``HE hasn't... GRRRRR... spilled a single DROP... GRRRR...''\n\nShe was so turned on that her words came out as barely intelligible half-growls, half-roars. The moans from the twins could barely be heard now and they had gotten really loud too.\n\n``THIS! GRRRR... IS how ALL of YOU... GRRRR... should worship ME... GRRR... This... GRRR... is how a REAL SLAVE should worship ME!''\n\n``THIS!'' she continued ``GRRR... is how a REAL SLAVE should behave! HIS mistress FIRST! GRRR... HIS Mistress's... GRRRR... PLEASURE first!''\n\nAs if a light had been turned on inside him, the word ``PLEASURE'' made Dar'gon suddely aware of his own, and how high it had risen, despite the fact that he still wore that chastity belt and that Mahr'daga hadn't unlocked for all the time he had spent in captivity.\n\nHe had been so frustrated and horny all the time at first. He grown used to it, but now... Now he loved it! He loved how horny and frustrated he was from not being allowed to cum. He had grown so used to it, that he didn't want it any other way.\n\nHe loved it because it made his worshiping THAT much better, and Mahr'daga much happier.\n\n``HE doesn't CARE... GRRRRR... that he cannot cum! GRRR... He welcomes it! GRRRR... HE loves IT! Right, CUNT?!''\n\nA loud whine responded from behind him, from his friend Mar'gon. He was, once again, chained to the wall and forced to watch as Mahr'daga brutally dominated the twins and was properly worshiped by his friend Dar'gon.\n\nHis worshiping had finally gotten up to Mahr'daga's high standards, but it was by no means as good as Dar'gon's, or the twins. No matter how hard he tried, or how much time he spent sniffing Mahr'daga's pheromones, it never got any better.\n\nHis skills had peaked and Mahr'daga had pretty much given up on him. She now contented herself with the occasional worshiping and unfavorably comparing him to the other captives.\n\nWHACK!\n\n``MMMHHHHHHPPPPHHHHH''\n\nDar'gon screamed through Mahr'daga's pussy. Something huge, hard, and unyelding had just struck his rump with brutal force.\n\nHe instantly knew what it was. It was the paddle. Ever since Mahr'daga had found out that the twins were pain-sluts, she had begun using it on Dar'gon every time he worshiped her.\n\nHe had thought the first time she had spanked him was terrible. That had been nothing.\n\nDuring one particularly heavy spanking in which Dar'gon had flinched many times during his worshiping, Mahr'daga had told him that in the S'hur'dayan Empire, dragoness were extremely rough when hadling their slaves, and they would never accept a dragon slave that couldn't take abuse. \n\nSo, Dar'gon had done everything he could to improve his pain endurance, not because he wanted to be a good slave for a S'hur'dayan dragoness, but because he wanted to please Mahr'daga.\n\nIf she said his pain endurance had to improve, his pain endurance WOULD improve, no matter what.\n\nHe had become by no means a pain-slut like the twins. He couldn't take much abuse if he was hit in the neck, belly, or nether regions. His performances took a massive hit especially ih he was hit in the belly, and he definitely couldn't take the Punisher. \n\nHowever, he no longer flinched or even slowed down his worshiping when he was spanked. And every day that got by, hit pain endurance had improved considerably.\n\n``THIS.... GGGRRRRRR.... IS HOW THE PERRRRRRRRFECT SLAVE....... GGGRRRRRR.... BEHAVES!''\n\nEven roaring out loud those barely intelligible words was getting too difficult for her. Her voice was now so powerful that the walls shook and tiny pebbles and a little dust fell down here and there, every time she opened her maws.\n\nTo further prove her point, Mahr'daga brought down the paddle against Dar'gon's rump with innatural strength. \n\nWHACK!\n\nDar'gon, didn't yelp, flinch or stagger. In fact, he even presented his rump, to welcome more spankings. He no longer feared the paddle. He loved it now.\n\nWHACK! WHACK!\n\nMore spankings, equally as strong, followed suit, never letting Dar'gon catch his breath. Not once, he cried in pain. Even the strongest of spanking had become a blessing for him.\n\nWHACK! WHACK! WHACK!\n\nThe spankings came down faster and faster, and as the rate of spanking increased, so did the whipping the two twins endured. Their moans and whines were almost matching those of Dar'gon in intensity. They leaned into the whipping, as if it nothing more than a lovable snuggle to them, as if they couldn't live without it.\n\nThe cavern had become a cacophony of moans, whines, purrs, growls and whines that was simply music to Mahr'daga ears, and the incredible worshiping that her pussy was receiving.\n\nIt was so difficult for her to hold out for so long, but Dar'gon's worshiping had gotten so good, and he had gotten so in tune with her feelings, that he had found a way to make her hold out for longer.\n\nAfter a while , when nothing but roars were coming from her maws, and huge torrents of fire started blowing from her nostrils, she grabbed Dar'gon by the horns and started muzzle-fucking him. \n\nNo, she didn't muzzle-fucking him. She muzzle-runted him.\n\nShe was so turned on, her assault was so brutal and relentless that Dar'gon felt as if his muzzle would be turned into mush at any moment now. And yet, he never slowed down, lagged behind or struggled in any way. He didn't even need a few moments to adjust to the rythm either.\n\nHe couldn't take any abuse to his belly, but his muzzle seemed to take on all the abuse in the world. It could even compare in resilience to the twins' bodies.\n\nEven under all that harsh assault on his muzzle, Dar'gon never stopped growling out of sheer pleasure. He growled and growled. The vibrations from his muzzle only driving Mahr'daga even more wild with arousal.\n\nAnd the closer she got to orgasm, the more abuse the twins suffered too. They were now growling out of sheer pleasure and the more abuse they got, the louder their growls became.\n\nAs the moments passed by, Mahr'daga's runting of Dar'gon's muzzle got even harsher, and even quicker.\n\nShe couldn't last any longer...\n\nAnd indeed, after some more brutal runting, Mahr'daga shoved Dar'gon's muzzle inside her harshly and violently and let out an earth-shattering roar as she climaxed. It was so loud and powerful that the walls shook violently.\n\nShe also breathed a huge, powerful jet of flame which hit the wall right behind in front of her. The rock sizzled, deformed and melted under the power of Mahr'daga's flame.\n\nThat however, was nothing compared to the flow of cum that erupted from her pussy. It was so strong, so powerful, so endless, that Dar'gon felt like he was trying to gulp down an entire ocean.\n\nGULP! GULP!\n\nAnd yet, he gulped it all down, without letting a single drop go to waste. His muzzle was still working perfectly despite being hit by what had felt like ten tsunamis and after the brutal runting.\n\nGULP! GULP! GULP!\n\nHis throat worked perfectly too. It never tired, it never moved too early or too late. He didn't even make a single gag or cough and he growled all the time as he drank Mahr'daga's cum in the same way a thirsty and straving dragon would.\n\nGULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!\n\nEvery single drop that he gulped down increased the already painful heat in his body to excruciating levels, and that made him thirstier for the dragoness's cum even more.\n\nGULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!\n\nIt wasn't long before Dar'gon wished the flow would never end. Otherwise his body would literally combust from the heat!\n\nGULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!\n\nThe minutes passed by in a haze and the flow remained as strong as ever, but Dar'gon was never tired. In fact, the more he drank, the less tired her felt. He could go on like this forever!\n\nGULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!\n\nIt was still the most amazing thing Dar'gon had ever drunk. He had never gotten tired of it, and it never tasted any worse. It was still miles better than all the lava he had drunk in his life! Even better than all the coal he had eaten...\n\nGULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!\n\nHe wanted it. He wanted it all!\n\nGULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!\n\nBut eventually, after what felt like a blissful eternity, Mahr'daga finally rode the last wave of pleasure and the flow of cum slowed down to a trickle until it stopped for good.\n\nWhen that happened, Dar'gon's body already felt like it would combust at any moment. It hurt, it was nothing short of excruciating torture. His body literally couldn't function without Mahr'daga's cum. Every fiber of his body screamed in pain, every essence of his soul screamed in pain.\n\n``GRRRR... Awrrrrrr... Does my little... GRRRR.. cloaca slave want morRRRRrrre?'' she growled and slurred. Hot flames were still coming out of her mouth and nostrils. Hot, flamable saliva coated each of her pristine teeth.\n\nShe was still hungry for more, just like he was.\n\nDar'gon nodded as much as his trapped muzzle allowed, staring at her with the most begging and desperate expression that a dragon could make.\n\n``GRRRRRR... get to it then...'' growled the dragoness, her voice barely intelligible.\n\n(...)\n\n``Good morning, my little paw-slut'' greeted Mahr'daga when she finally woke up after sleeping through the entire morning and most of the afternoon.\n\nDar'gon greeted her with a tired moan. He had been worshiping her paws the entire time in order to get his heat under control, but it had never gotten any better. Mahr'daga had also orgasmed no less than five times the previous night before her hunger was finally sated. \n\nDar'gon had endured all the brutal muzzle-fucking Mahr'daga could dish out, never once getting tired, or making a mess, but now, after several sleepless nights, and the excruciating heat that just wouldn't go away, it was starting to take a toll on him.\n\nAt least, he hadn't been alone...\n\nThe twins had endured brutal whipping throughout the entire night. Somehow, despite losing copious amounts of blood, scales and skin, they had never passed out and had remained awake the entire night, thanks to the pheromones.\n\nMoreover, most of the wounds that the Punisher had inflicted were already mostly healed, despite the fact that wounds inflicted from that cursed whip took a long time to even scar. The swelling had also gotten better too and there was no sign of infection anywhere.\n\nThe healing cream that Mahr'daga had applied on their wounds, before going to bed, had done a fantastic job.\n\nHowever, their bodies wore whip marks everywhere. The color of their remaining scales had gotten more blood-red than fire-red. Several pools of blood had collected under them along with the pools of pre-cum. \n\nThey were also struggling to remain upright, as if their legs were too tired to bear their weight, and they hadn't gotten a wink of sleep either.\n\n``Did you sleep well?'' asked Mahr'daga.\n\nDar'gon responded with another tired moan.\n\n``Excellent!'' \n\nShe then turned to the twins.\n\n``And how are my little pain-sluts doing?''\n\nBoth of them answered gy giving her the same kind of tired, hurt and muffled moans, at the same time.\n\n``How are your wounds?''\n\nBoth of them gave another tired, hurt, muffled, synchronized moan.\n\n``Great!''\n\nShe then turned towards Mar'gon. \n\n``How about you, cunt?'' she asked, in a far colder tone.\n\nMar'gon whined.\n\n``Good...''\n\nShe then stretched each one of her four, powerful and muscular legs and paws, unsheathing her immaculate claws, then her huge, majestic wings. After that, she yawned a loud yawn, stretching her huge and powerful jaws and showing all of her ashark teeth.\n\n``Glad to hear you're all fine'' she said matter-of-factly ``because we have a busy day ahead of us!''\n\nShe got up, and headed towards one of the lava pools, taking her hind paws with her. Dar'gon immediately felt the heat inside him come back with a vengeance.\n\n``Come with me, paw-slut'' purred the dragoness, and the moment the words left her maws, she undind the chain shackling his collar to the cave wall, holding it in the air like a leash.\n\nDar'gon immediately got up, sleepiness and tiredness already forgotten. However, even standing on his mittened paws hurt; that was how bad his heat was. But he endured and, despite the pain, he followed the dragoness, like a pet would obey her mistress.\n\nOn her way there, Mahr'daga swiped at both twins' rumps with one of her paws, making them cry and moan, before smacking them again with her tail.\n\nDar'gon was right behind her, always keeping his nose as close to her pussy as he could, for even her scent alone could make his heat slightly more tolerable. He had to make sure never to touch her rump accidentally though, or she would be very displeased.\n\nWhen Mahr'daga reached the pool, she immediately immerged herself in it, taking her sweet time and savoring every moment of it. When she was done, only her tail, neck, wings and head remained submerged. \n\n``Ahhhh... nothing like a lava bath to was away the sweat and fatigue of a long night...''\n\nAs she said this, she shackled Dar'gon's chain to the same ring the twins's collars were shackled too.\n\nShe then rolled over, spilling lava to the floor as she did. When she was done, only her four paws remained exposed to the elements, her hind ones even more so.\n\nShe then rolled his chain around one of her ankles, leaving only a short lengh so that Dar'gon could reach both paws without struggling.\n\nShe was looking at him expectantly, a wicked and hungry grin plastered on her muzzle. \n\nDar'gon immediately knew what he had to do. He started worshiping her paws immediately. The moment his tongue touched her paw-pads, the heat inside his body became much more tolerable.\n\n``Perfect cloaca-slave and paw-slut...'' she purred ``What more could a dragoness want from a slave?'' and Dar'gon gave her a look of pure adoration and submission in response.\n\nAs she reveled in the dragon's worshiping, the dragoness took a gander at all of her captured prizes. Every one of them was looking at her, including Mar'gon, pending on her every move and word.\n\n``Such beautiful slaves... So pretty, so submissive, so adorable... I still can't believe it's only been two months since I've captured you... It seems like we've spent years together...''\n\nTwo months? That's how long Dar'gon had spent in her captivity? It seemed two years... or two decades... \n\n``I had so much great time with all of each and every one of you... You're all going to make great slaves... More or less...'' as she said those last three words, she turned towards Mar'gon, who shirked away. \n\n``But, unfortunately... All good things come to an end... As soon as Mistress is done with her lava bath, we're leaving this place. We'll be going to the Black Jaw base...''\n\nDar'gon almost stopped worshiping from the shock, and only the heat in his body prevented him from doing it. Worry did rise inside him really quickly though. She sounded actually unhappy and if Mahr'daga wasn't happy about something, it couldn't be good...\n\n``There you'll be sold into slaves to the S'hur'dayan Empire... And I won't see you again...''\n\nSuddenly, Dar'gon felt as if his entire world had come crashing down on him, in the most ruinous way possible. It was such a shockto him that, for a moment, it killed his arousal and his heat.\n\nHe continued worshiping only because of his training, but he felt cold and dead inside and he was this close to actually crying...\n\nHe wasn't the only one who though so, either. The two twins let out sad moans and whines in unison. The only one who didn't seem too sad was Mar'gon.\n\n``But don't despair! You'll still get to spend a little more time with me as you hone in your skills before being sold'' she quickly added in a far cheerier tone which still couldn't mask her sadness completely.\n\nThat didn't make Dar'gon feel any better. He would never see Mahr'daga again anyway! The dragoness that had become the center of his universe in the last two months would leave, forever!\n\n``And... If you're lucky... I might get to keep you...'' she looked at Dar'gon as she said this, giving him that look of pure and utter dominance of a dragoness that wanted the whole world and everything in it.\n\nDar'gon felt as if the world had suddenly readjusted itself in an instant. Even his heat and arousal had come back with a vengeance. Oh, how he hoped she would keep him! He wanted her to keep him so badly!\n\nHe moaned as he gave a long and passionate kiss for each pawpad on her paws.\n\n``It's how I, and the rest of the Black Jaws, claimed all of our slaves. It's how we have to get our slaves...'' she said, anger coating each of her last words.\n\n``Some of us are content with taking the S'hur'dayan Empire's rejects...'' she growled, she laced the word ``content'' with all the contempt she could muster.\n\n``But not me!'' she said with force, as if more than her captives could hear this ``I want good slaves, great slaves, the best slaves! I capture them! And I catch them real good!''\n\nMahr'daga sounded really frustrated and angry now. She almost kicked Dar'gon's head with her hind paws.\n\n``It's only fair I get to keep some to myself! And I already know which of you I'd like to keep...''\n\nShe let that sentence hang in the air for a little while, before continuing. The twins let out begging moans, hoping that Mahr'daga would say their names or at least look in their direction. But she only had eyes for Dar'gon, who continued perfectly worshiping her paws, moaning and purring all the while.\n\nShe didn't even cast so much as a quick glance at Mar'gon. He didn't even moan or whine, anymore. He just stared at his own shackled fore-paws, looking dejected and resigned.\n\n``Well, whatever happens, I'm so glad that I got to capture you... You'll make great slaves... and whoever buys you, will be one lucky dragoness...''\n\nDar'gon sucked on Mahr'daga's left hind paw to let him know what he thought of that. He didn't want to be claimed by another dragoness, he wanted to be claimed by HER!\n\n``Anyway... Mistress needs hear beauty bath... Then we'll get ready to leave. Rest a little. You'll need it...''\n\nAnd she finished that speech with a loud sigh, reveling in Dar'gon's worshiping for a long, long while.\n\n(...)\n\nIt felt like an eternity before Mahr'daga finally exited the pool. This had been her longest bath by far. She usually took more no less than an hour before she was done. This time she had taken several hours! She had taken extreme care into washing every inch and every scale of her body, several times.\n\nDar'gon had to clean all of her four paws with meticulous accuracy before she was satisfied. His heat had gotten more tolerable in the meantime but he still couldn't function without her pheromones.\n\nAfter washing away the remaining lava in one of the small collection channels near the pools, waiting for the scales to cool down, and making sure her scales were all pristine, she took a peak at the sky outside.\n\n``Perfect!'' she said ``We still have plenty of time... Now, time to get ready...''\n\nThe first thing she did was unbinding the four dragons' collars from the chains shackling them to the wall. The chains were then removed from their respective rings, then the rings themselves were removed from the walls, leaving no holes behind, as if they hadn't been fixed there at all in the first place. \n\nSoon after, every single one of these items was then enveloped by dark forces, and magically shrunk until they fit, very confortably, with plenty of room to spare, inside a huge, black back-pack.\n\nThe rest of the bondage gear, except for a couple of things, followed suit: several pieces of manacles, paddles, whips, wing-binders, boots, mittens and much more. Once shrunk, everything fit confortably into the back-packs. \n\nThe stocks came last. They were quickly disassembled, piece by piece, shrunk, then put into another back-pack, identical to the previous one. Those trapping the twins were removed last. \n\nThese were all placed into another black back-pack which managed to hold everything just fine.\n\nFinally, she closed off the canister of concentrated pheromones that the twins were forced to sniff. She put it away in one of the back-packs, this time without shrinking it.\n\nThe twins whined and protested at having the pheromones taken away from them so suddenly. It wasn't pleasurable pain either, it was actual, excruciating pain that even they didn't like.\n\n``My... my...'' said Mahr'daga with a chuckle ``Such scent-hungry whores you are... Don't worry. I have just the thing for you...''\n\nShe produced two smaller canisters with long straps underneath them from the remaining pile of gear. She put each of them on the twins backs, buckled the straps under their bellies, screwed the masks' tubes to them and then opened the canisters.\n\nImmediately the twins quieted, and resumed moaning and huffing. Soon after, she unchained Mar'gon and strapped another small canister of pheromones on his back as well.\n\nDar'gon was unchained for last, but didn't receive a canister of his own. \n\n``Don't worry...'' purred Mahr'daga in his ears ``I have prepared something special for my favorite cloaca-slave...''\n\nFirst, she procured the muzzle from the pile which went quickly around his jaws and his head. She then produced a pair of collars linked together via a short but sturdy chain. One of the collars was smaller than the other and not as thick.\n\nTheir purpose was revealed soon enough when Mahr'daga snapped one collar around his neck, while the other around the base of her tail.\n\nAfter testing the bonds held fast, the dragoness produced a strange contraption made of several straps that Dar'gon couldn't make either heads or tails, even if he had been lucid.\n\nMahr'daga buckled some of the straps around her hind legs, while the others were fastened around Dar'gon's head, as if it were a bridle or a lead.\n\nThe overall result was that Dar'gon's neck was now chained to Mahr'daga's tail, while his muzzle was basically ``bound'' to Mahr'daga's pussy and he couldn't move it away even for an inch.\n\n``There! All done! Enjoying yourself there, slave?'' purred Mahr'daga.\n\nHe moaned a happy moan. \n\n``Good... You should be...'' she purred ``That is the place of honor. Only the most worthy of slaves gains the privilege of traveling bound to their Mistress's pussy...''\n\nAs Mahr'daga spoke, she started getting aroused and her scent was soon driving him crazy with lust. It was just like taking a whiff of her concentrated pheromones, including the part where he couldn't do anything to placate the heat inside his body.\n\nHowever, this time the heat in his body didn't feel excruciating painful nor did it get worse and worse as time went on. \n\nStrange...\n\n``Only members of my personal harem gets to travel like this'' the dragoness purred, as she fitted another strange contraption on herself with two D-rings on either side, just under the wings, buckling it under her belly.\n\n``You have no idea how difficult it is, for an unclaimed slaves to travel in the place of honor... You should be proud...''\n\nTo further prove her point, Mahr'daga chained one the twins to the ring on her left, while the other was chained to the ring on her right. Mar'gon on the other hand was shackled to one of the twins' collar via a short chain.\n\n``On the other hand, slaves who disappoint their Mistress do not have the priviledge of being shackled to their Mistress, isn't that right cunt?''\n\nMar'gon whimpered in response, even though Mahr'daga wasn't even looking at him.\n\n``Well...'' purred the dragoness to Dar'gon ``Aren't you proud, my little cloaca-slave?''\n\nDar'gon moaned happily again. If he had felt proud before, that was nothing compared to how he felt now. He had never felt so accomplished in in his life.\n\n``Good...''\n\nThe dragoness tugged the chains and bonds of each dragon, to make sure they were bound properly and that they held fast.\n\nAfter that, she put the remaining gear into the back-packs, shrinking them to a confortable size. She then zipped them up and fitted them confortably on her back. \n\nThey both looked so heavy that maybe five strong dragons could have carried it, and yet, she lifted them like they weighed nothing at all.\n\n``All right slaves!'' she claimed at last ``Let's go home!''\n\n(...)\n\nThey didn't travel very quickly. All bound like this, Mahr'daga's group could only crawl at a snail's pace and cover not much ground. Flying was also out of the question.\n\nMoving with a belly full of Mahr'daga's cum was also not ideal. Dar'gon looked and walked as if he was pregnant with dozens of twins. He had to work twice as hard just to keep up...\n\nMahr'daga though didn't mind the slow pace at all. In fact, she loved taking her sweet time gawking and sightseeing, as if she had never set paw in these desolate lands before. She also liked to stop to admire something she found really interesting or that she really liked.\n\nBound to her pussy, Dar'gon couldn't see anything of his surroundings and he only knew where they were only because the dragoness kept enouncing the very different place they were crossing, as if she were a tour guide.\n\nThey were heading north, towards a place called Yellow Valley. It was the only place around these parts that Dar'gon had never visited, because...\n\n``It's where our base is'' had said Mahr'daga during the trip.\n\nIn order to get there, they had to crawl through the Heat Labyrinth. It was a conglomerate of caves that was incredibily hot, humid and dark. It had been dug by the Wretches a long time ago, and housed one of their nests until some time ago.\n\nNow, it was inhabited by Va'z'ahrs, poisonous lizard-bats that looked like miniature versions of the ancient wyverns, Rhuz'ahrs, big, blind lizard-rats which had excellent smell and hearing, as well as many other lizard-creatures that loved dark and dank places.\n\nIt was very easy to get lost in there, some tunnels had collapsed and others still had old traps left by the Wretches. Mahr'daga though had no trouble navigating these tunnels and knew which ones to avoid.\n\nThe lizard-creatures never bothered them, although their noises and cries could be heard all every now and them. \n\nStill, that didn't stop the twins and Mar'gon did look scared, figedty and nervous, despite the pheromones they were forcing to smell. A dragon never wanted to find themselves face to face with one of these monsters, especially in such a cramped up space.\n\nDar'gon was the only one who wasn't too scared, but only because of Mahr'daga's pheromones. Her pussy had started dripping juices all over his head, coating it. She had also started purring loudly and Dar'gon had started purring along with her. \n\nMeanwhile, the twins had also started casting jealous glances towards them and were also emitting frustrated whines.\n\n``Don't worry, sluts'' purred Mahr'daga ``It won't be long now. Once we get out of these tunnels we'll reach the Red Slope, and then we'll arrive at the Yellow Valley...''\n\nAlthough Mahr'daga navigation skills were good, even in her aroused state, her conception of time was not. The trip lasted a lot longer than she had said it would, and during the entire time she got more and more aroused and the crawl got even slower because of it. \n\nEventually, they finally left the tunnels and reached the Red Slope: a downward slope that connected Geyser Canyon, the Northernmost point of Red Mountains, to the Yellow Valley.\n\nGetting down the slope was not easy at all. The mittens the dragons were forced to wear prevented them from grapping the soil effectively. The twins fell down too. Mar'gon also fell, several times.\n\nDar'gon was the only one who managed not to fall, somehow. He slipped and tripped many times, but he always managed to regain his balance, despite his head being bound to Mahr'daga's pussy, a belly full of her cum, and having his vision impared.\n\nA fact which Mahr'daga was quick to point out, once they were almost finished descending the slope and the worst was behind them.\n\n``An entire slope, without falling a single time...'' she purred ``with mittened paws, a full belly, and bound to your mistress's pussy too... Such a capable little slave...''\n\n``You sluts could learn a little from my little cloaca slave.. Some more than others...'' she then taunted, earning sad and embarassed and ashamed moans and whines from the other three dragons.\n\n``Anyway, we're almost there. Once we get out of this slope, we'll rest for the night and continue first thing in the morning.''\n\n``Almost'' turned out to be an entire hour of awkward, even slower lumbering than usual before they finally reached the end of the slope. When they finally did, it was almost dark. \n\nDar'gon was really exhausted and turned on too, but the others had fared worse. The twins were dirty, sweaty, dusty and a little bruised too, Mar'gon even more so, he looked like a mess. Mahr'daga was the only one who seemed perfectly fine. She looked like she hadn't even broken a sweat.\n\n``We're finally in the Yellow Valley!'' she announced eventually ``Isn't it beautiful?''\n\nThe others let out tired but relieved moans, including Dar'gon, and not because they agreed with the dragoness, but because their arduous journey was finally coming to an end.\n\nBesides, Yellow Valley was a dangerous and terrible place, home to several slaver gangs who used to compete for supremacy in the region and in the local slave trade before the rise of the Black Jaw.\n\nThe valley itself was nothing but yellow sand everywhere and the occasional acid lake which stank really badly and could corrode and melt dragon's scales. Moreover, the place was struck by frequent and fierce sand-storms during the autumn and winter seasons, which made flying suicidal.\n\nThere were many arid hills scattered about, full of underground tunnels. Many, the bigger ones, used to house the slaver gangs bases of operation inside, but now were entirely abandoned. \n\nSome others were home to pack of Wolfz'hars and the occasional B'haz'har, a bear-lizard hunter creature capable of killing wild dragons with ease.\n\n``Now, let's find a place to rest...''\n\nIt was finally dark when Mahr'daga finally found a suitable spot: a small cavern on a small and abandoned hill which overlooked a couple of acid lakes and several kilometers of wide flatlands. The entrance was also surrounded by yellow rocks to conceal it from outside.\n\nWhen they entered, she removed the backpacks and put them at the back of the cave. She didn't however, unchain the dragons, who remained shackled to her, including Dar'gon, who was still bound to her pussy.\n\nThe dragoness sat on the yellow, dusty floor, sprawling like a queen on a beautiful carpet, careful not to crush Dar'gon's skull under her rump.\n\nShe then stretched her limbs and wings a little and yawned loudly. As she stretched her paws, she unsheathed her claws to their fullest length, making them shine a little under the moonlight. Despite the long walk they were still immaculate and still deadly.\n\n``Here we are, sluts. Make yourselves comfortable and get some sleep. You're gonna need it...''\n\nThe dragons let out frustrated whines, because they knew there was no change of them getting a wink of sleep, with the phromones they were forced to smell. Dar'gon too knew very well he wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep, because...\n\n``I don't know about you, little slave...'' she then purred toward Dar'gon ``But all this walking has made me a little aroused... And you've been such a good slave, walking all this way without tripping or falling...''\n\n``A little aroused'' was an understatement. Dar'gon's head was completely covered in her juices. They even seeped through the muzzle he was wearing.\n\n``Go on. Take your reward...''\n\nTake his reward? How? He couldn't lick or worship her with the muzzle on. How was he supposed to get his reward? How was he supposed to please Mahr'daga without his tongue or-\n\nHe didn't finish that train of thought, because an idea struck him. He couldn't use his tongue, but he could use his purring.\n\nAnd so, he strated nuzzling against her labias, using only his purrs to worship the dragoness.\n\nThe dragoness responded immediately, by purring louder.\n\n``I knew it... I knew you'd find a way...''\n\nIt was tough. Dar'gon had never tried pleasuring Mahr'daga with just his purring. Without his tongue, most of his usual tricks were completely useless. But that wouldn't stop him from worshiping her properly. It wouldn't stop him from being the good cloaca-slave that he was.\n\nAnd judging from Mahr'daga's loud purring, he was doing a great job. The fact that Mahr'daga was already so turned on from the long walk and had built up plenty of sexual arousal along the way helped immensly, otherwise Dar'gon's attempt at making her cum would take far too long.\n\nAfter some time, when Mahr'daga's purring were close to becoming growls, he started pressing his muzzle against her labias, parting them a little, still making sure that every inch of her pussy got all the vibrations they needed.\n\n``Who needs a fucking vibrator!'' growled Mahr'daga ``when you have a beautiful cloaca-slave like you...!''\n\nDar'gon had no idea what a vibrator was, and he didn't care. He was too lost in pleasure to care.\n\nWhen he became too lost in pleasure, nothing existed anymore, the dragons, their frustration, their whines, the valley, the dirt, the tiredness... Nothing. Even the fact that he was a slave, and would be sold didn't exist in his mind anymore.\n\nOnly one thing existed: Mahr'daga, his Godess, and her beautiful pussy. And his one goal, his reason of being, was worshiping it, like the great slave that he was, no matter how.\n\nAs Mahr'daga's growls got louder and deeper, she started holding Dar'gon's head with her hind paws, pinning him in place even more than it already was, to turn herself on even more. And Dar'gon purred louder too because of it. \n\nHer hind paws holding his head in place, as if possessing it, were like a delicate nuzzle, a conforting touch. He felt safe and loved, wanted, whole.\n\nAs Dar'gon's muzzle went deeper and deeper, the dragoness's growls got louder and louder until they almost became roars of pleasure\n\nHer voice started echoeing far away in the distance outside the cavern, as if to signal to everyone who would listen, sapient or not, that she was a big, strong, powerful dragoness, dominating her slaves, and that everyone neede to hear it.\n\nIt was at that precise moment that she started muzzle-fucking him, shoving his muzzle in and out of her pussy with the help of her hind paws. It also didn't take her long to turn the muzzle-fucking into muzzle-runting.\n\nUnlike other times, she was so turned on that she wasn't trying to revel in the pleasure, savoring the worshiping and the submission that Dar'gon offered. She wanted to cum, right now.\n\nDar'gon, as usual, felt as if Wretches' claws were tearing his muzzle apart. However, unlike the previous times, each wave of pain was followed immediately by a huge wave of pleasure, the likes of which he had never felt. \n\nThis wasn't the kind of pleasure derived from lust. This was beyond that. It was beyond sexual pleasure, beyond horniness, beyond pure lust, beyond pheromone-induced frenzy...\n\nIt was a deeper kind of pleasure. The kind that made every cell in his body scream in delight and not just his cock. The kind that made every part of his brain scream in pure ecstasy and happiness.\n\nIt was pure, unadultered bliss. He felt in heaven. No, he was in heaven. For the first time in his life, he loved being hurt. He wasn't a pain-slut and yet he loved the pain. He loved it and wanted it more.\n\nAnd for the first time in a long while, Dar'go truly felt like he was getting close, REALLY close to cumming...\n\nThe chastity belt was struggling to contain his arousal. He could almost taste the forbideen fruit that had escaped him for so long: climax.\n\nAll he needed was one more brutal muzzle-runting from Mahr'daga...\n\nAnd that's exactly what he got. Mahr'daga was so turned on, so consumed by lust, that she now roared every time she thrust Dar'gon's muzzle inside her. She no longer had any control of her emotions, of her strength. She no longer cared how much she hurt the poor dragon...\n\nDar'gon though didn't mind it at all. At that point no longer felt any difference between pain and pleasure. All had become the same to him, blending into the biggest bliss that he had ever known in his life.\n\nMahr'daga seemed to have entered a bliss of her own, where nothing else mattered but claiming and dominating him, as if he were a member of her own harem, as if he was a member of her harem...\n\nWhen, moments later, the dragoness came hard on his face, the flow of cum felt like he had been hit in the head by an entire avalanche. Still, he gulped down her cum like he was dying of thirst, not missing a drop.\n\nThen, the heat started kicking in. At first, it was as bad as usual, and getting worse and worse, and every drop he drank made it even more excruciating. However, after a while, it no longer got worse, in fact it got a little bit better as he kept drinking her cum.\n\nMahr'daga's cum had never done this to him. It always made his heat worse and worse. He drunk it because he had to, because he liked it, and because if he stopped abruptly drinking, his body couldn't cope with the heat and hurt really badly.\n\nThis was completely different. As he drunk and drunk and the heat started slowly dying away. As heat receded, pleasure built up tremendously, even more than before.\n\nSuddenly... suddenly he could feel it! Orgasm! It was within his reach, once again. And this time, the chastity cage wouldn't be able to hold him back!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''\n\nDar'gon screamed inside Mahr'daga's pussy and almost choked on her cum. He had felt something squeezing his cock so hard that it hurt! And it kept squeezing and squeezing, denying him that sweet release!\n\nHe remembered only then Mahr'daga saying, during one of the first days she had spent in captivity, that those chastity belts were imbued with a spell that prevented the wearer from cumming.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''\n\nDar'gon felt as if someone was trying to rip his cock from his crotch, and no amount of pleasure could compensate for the pain.\n\nThe more he drunk, the more his pleasure kept building, and the more the belt's spell hurt him to prevent him from cumming.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''\n\nMahr'daga though showed no sign of concern. In fact, his screams were making her cum even harder.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''\n\nEventually, after a very excruciatingly long time, Mahr'daga's climax started losing power, and with it, the amount of cum she produced.\n\nWhen she had ridden the last wave of pleasure, Dar'gon's cock hurt as if Mahr'daga had runted that instead of his muzzle. Somehow, he had manage not to let a single drop of cum go to waste, despite the excruciating pain that seared through his cock.\n\n``GRRRRR... You almost.... GRRRRR... came thrRRRRrrrough yourRRRrr chastity... GRRRR... belt...'' growled Mahr'daga, slurring badly ``such a good... GRRR... little cloaca-slave...''\n\nShe was staring at Dar'gon with the same expression from the one she usually wore when she was really pleased. However, there was something different about her eyes.\n\nWas it love? Genuine love?\n\nHe didn't get to ponder that for long. All too soon, he felt the heat in his body come back with a vengeance, it didn't hurt as other times, but it stil hurt pretty badly. What was different though was that his pleasure had never been this high.\n\nIt was so high, that it now compensated his aching cock completely. Before Mahr'daga had even said a word, Dar'gon started worshiping her pussy again, with the hunger of a starving dragon.\n\n``GRRRRRRR... good... GRRRRRRR... drrRRRRragon....'' growled Mahr'daga.\n\n*THUMP\n\nSuddenly, a loud thumping noise rang out.\n\nEveryone stopped, as if frozen in time, including Mahr'daga, despite her enormous arousal, and Dar'gon, despite the heat in his body.\n\n*THUMP *THUMP\n\nIt was coming from just outside the cave.\n\n*THUMP *THUMP\n\n``Good fucking show...'' drawled a voice dripping in sarcasm.\n\nThere was a dragoness standing at the entrance of the cavern, a S'handagaran dragoness, stomping on the ground in mock applause...\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n\n PAGE \\* MERGEFORMAT 1 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "CHAPTER 4

DEPARTURE

CRACK!

``MMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

CRACK!

``MMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHH!''

The sound of Mahr'daga's fearsome whip, the Punisher, reverberated through the cavern as loud as a lightning, as powerful as an explosion.

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHH!''

It was a frightening sight: a 7,5 meter long whip, thick as two-and-a-half dragon fingers. It was colored black, a purple handle, and had a very sharp, very pointy end, like a dark dragon talon. It was enveloped by purple stripes and several purple runes carved into the handle

Those runes were actually several spells which amplified the pain, the damage and even the sound it made, as well as another spell that could infect the wounds it inflicted or prevent pain from going away for a long time.

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHH!''

It was one of the scariest sounds Dar'gon had ever heard, comparable to Wretches' cries. He had never known something could be so powerful, so painful, and so fearsome. It was designed to inflict pain beyond what a dragon could bear, not just to shread scales, skin.

It was a whip designed to break a dragon's will to fight.

And the worst part was, according to Mahr'daga, that this whip was nothing to S'handagaran dragon-slaves, especially when compared to some other whips.

And yet...

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

``Such good pain sluts...'' purred Mahr'daga as she mercilessly whipped the twin dragons. Both were bound in stocks, both wore gas masks and both were forced to huff the dragoness's concentrated pheromones, which came from the same canister she had used on Mar'gon, and then, on Dar'gon too.

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

``You must be the first two wild dragons ever who can take the Punisher...''she kept purring.

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

CRACK!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

The dragoness had been hurting them non-stop for the last week, taking every opportunity she could to inflict damage on them. First she had tried brutal spanking, then, when that wasn't painful enough anymore to the twins, she moved to clawing, then biting, and finally whipping.

The other whips had proven too painful for the twins, so she had moved to the Punisher, the most formidable one in her arsenal.

After an entire day of whipping, both of the twins' rumps were completely covered in cuts, bruises, crushed scales and blood.

The dragoness also hadn't just stopped to their rumps either.

Every area that wasn't covered by mitts, bondage gear or masks bore brutal slashes and cuts: their necks, their flanks, their bellies, their backs...

Any dragon that would have whipped like this would have been reduced to nothing more than a crying, whimpering mess that wouldn't have survived for long.

And yet, these two not only endured the pain but, under them, a pool of pre-cum had collected. They were so turned on that only the belt had prevented them from cumming.

Dar'gon had never known someone could endure so much pain, and not only that, get so aroused by it. Not just one but two of them, at the same time!

``Just one week...'' purred the dragoness, loudly still ``And you've become the biggest pain-sluts the world ever seen... You even enjoy being whipped with the fucking Punisher!''

To further prove her point, she whipped them again in their anuses, with pint-point precision.

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

They screamed, at the top of their lungs, but this time, they turned into loud moans right at the end, like they always did when they were getting really, REALLY turned on.

They were moans of pure pleasure. They were moans of dragons that loved getting hurt, whipped, and wanted nothing more than being hurt. They were moans of dragons that wanted everybody to hear what good pain-sluts they were.

``You'll make such beautiful slaves. But... you'll still never hold a candle to my little cloaca-slave...'' she then said, turning to Dar'gon who had been worshiping her pussy the entire time.

Those words never failed to fill Dar'gon with pride, like no other compliment had ever done in his entire life. Those twins may be pain sluts, and may have no trouble finding a mistress in the S'hur'dayan Empire, but that didn't matter.

He was her favorite cloaca-slave. He was her favorite, period. For only he could please her like no other could.

Something had changed within him this time. He could feel it, and it wasn't just because of all those pheromones that Mahr'daga had made him smell in the past week.

He had believed he couldn't sink further into submission, or get any better at what he did: worshiping Mahr'daga.

He had been so wrong...

Dar'gon's mind had melted so completely that he felt that he literally couldn't survive if he didn't get a whiff of Mahr'daga's beautiful pheromones. He couldn't make it to the next day if he couldn't lick her pussy or worship her paws.

He couldn't go on without her...

Every lick, kiss and sucking was no longer just perfect. Every single one of them no longer carried just pure, unadultered lust caused by pheromones, arousal, and spending a long time in chastity.

They carried the purest, deepest, strongest, lust-filled, love.

Dar'gon now worshiped the dragoness like he wanted nothing more than spending the rest of his life under her, serving her, worshiping her.

Her pussy, her paws, her voice, her presence, everything about her, had become the center of his world. She was perfect. She truly was a Goddess among mortals. She was the dragoness he had always looked for all his life.

He was HERS.

``Such a... mrrrr... beautiful dragon...'' purred Mahr'daga, after Dar'gon sucked on her clitoris so well, and so perfectly, that it sent her to the moon, making her pleasure skyrocket already after just a few minutes.

``I knew my pheromones would do wonders for you, but... Mmph... wow... I never would have expected to work so well... Grrr.... You were already an amazing slave... Grrr... But now... Grrr...''

She never finished that phrase. Instead, she started to growl. Dar'gon immediately knew what he had to do. He started prolonging his licks, kisses and sucking, only barely increasing her pleasure and prolonging it, like she loved so much...

``I honestly believed... Grrr... these two cuties could really... Grrr... give you some competition...'' she said, as she whipped the twin dragons on their anuses, as if she wanted to rip it off their rumps.

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

``AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

They got to the point where their screams turned into moans midway, and they were as loud as their screams.

``Yes... Grrr... They may be adorable... Grrr... pain sluts... and the dragoness that will buy them... Grrr... will be a lucky one...'' she said, whipping them every time she growled ``But... Grrr... They will never be as good as you... Grrr... my little cloaca slave...''

She was now looking at Dar'gon with that hungry, ravenous expression, the expression of a dragoness that wanted the whole world and everything in it that never failed to melt his hearts.

Yes. He was her little cloaca-slave. Hers alone, and nobody else's.

He would do anything for her. He would die for her. He would do anything that dragoness would tell him to do, and he'd happily do it. And right now, there was one thing she wanted him to do: give her the best orgasm ever.

As he worshiped her pussy, trying to prolongue her pleasure even further, he started purring loudly, nuzzling against her pussy as he gave longer and stronger kisses, licks and suckling,.

The dragoness was barely able to control herself and growled louder still. Dar'gon's purrs caressed her pussy in the same way that his tongue did, but the vibrations it brought felt simply divine.

``GRRRRRRR... Just look at how he worrrrrrrrrships me... GRRRRRR...'' growled Mahr'daga to the twin dragons. She whipped them even more ruthlessly than before, as if they had just displeased her.

``MMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

``HMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

Their screams had been almost entirely reduced to moans now. That was how they were turned on. The pools of cum under their groins had gotten even wider and deeper. If they weren't wearing chastity belts, they would have cum by now.

``THIS... GRRRRRRR... is how a slave woRRRRrrrships a S'handagarrrrrrran drrrrrrragoness! GRRRRR... This is how a drrrrrragonessssss like ME deserrrrves to be worrrrrshiped!''

Her growls were so deep, so loud, that Dar'gon felt his bones shacking every time she opened her maws to speak. Her words barely intelligible over the deep grumbling coming from the deepest parts of her belly.

She was also spouting flames from her nostrils, and saliva was drooping copiously from her maws. She was struggling, really hard, to refrain herself from muzzle-fucking him already. Even speaking was costing her so much...

When Dar'gon, now growling himself, slid his muzzle inside her pussy nuzzling her labias and licking the innermost parts of her, she let out a roar of sheer pleasure

``GRRRR... LOOK!'' she half-growled, half-roared ``HE hasn't... GRRRRR... spilled a single DROP... GRRRR...''

She was so turned on that her words came out as barely intelligible half-growls, half-roars. The moans from the twins could barely be heard now and they had gotten really loud too.

``THIS! GRRRR... IS how ALL of YOU... GRRRR... should worship ME... GRRR... This... GRRR... is how a REAL SLAVE should worship ME!''

``THIS!'' she continued ``GRRR... is how a REAL SLAVE should behave! HIS mistress FIRST! GRRR... HIS Mistress's... GRRRR... PLEASURE first!''

As if a light had been turned on inside him, the word ``PLEASURE'' made Dar'gon suddely aware of his own, and how high it had risen, despite the fact that he still wore that chastity belt and that Mahr'daga hadn't unlocked for all the time he had spent in captivity.

He had been so frustrated and horny all the time at first. He grown used to it, but now... Now he loved it! He loved how horny and frustrated he was from not being allowed to cum. He had grown so used to it, that he didn't want it any other way.

He loved it because it made his worshiping THAT much better, and Mahr'daga much happier.

``HE doesn't CARE... GRRRRR... that he cannot cum! GRRR... He welcomes it! GRRRR... HE loves IT! Right, CUNT?!''

A loud whine responded from behind him, from his friend Mar'gon. He was, once again, chained to the wall and forced to watch as Mahr'daga brutally dominated the twins and was properly worshiped by his friend Dar'gon.

His worshiping had finally gotten up to Mahr'daga's high standards, but it was by no means as good as Dar'gon's, or the twins. No matter how hard he tried, or how much time he spent sniffing Mahr'daga's pheromones, it never got any better.

His skills had peaked and Mahr'daga had pretty much given up on him. She now contented herself with the occasional worshiping and unfavorably comparing him to the other captives.

WHACK!

``MMMHHHHHHPPPPHHHHH''

Dar'gon screamed through Mahr'daga's pussy. Something huge, hard, and unyelding had just struck his rump with brutal force.

He instantly knew what it was. It was the paddle. Ever since Mahr'daga had found out that the twins were pain-sluts, she had begun using it on Dar'gon every time he worshiped her.

He had thought the first time she had spanked him was terrible. That had been nothing.

During one particularly heavy spanking in which Dar'gon had flinched many times during his worshiping, Mahr'daga had told him that in the S'hur'dayan Empire, dragoness were extremely rough when hadling their slaves, and they would never accept a dragon slave that couldn't take abuse.

So, Dar'gon had done everything he could to improve his pain endurance, not because he wanted to be a good slave for a S'hur'dayan dragoness, but because he wanted to please Mahr'daga.

If she said his pain endurance had to improve, his pain endurance WOULD improve, no matter what.

He had become by no means a pain-slut like the twins. He couldn't take much abuse if he was hit in the neck, belly, or nether regions. His performances took a massive hit especially ih he was hit in the belly, and he definitely couldn't take the Punisher.

However, he no longer flinched or even slowed down his worshiping when he was spanked. And every day that got by, hit pain endurance had improved considerably.

``THIS.... GGGRRRRRR.... IS HOW THE PERRRRRRRRFECT SLAVE....... GGGRRRRRR.... BEHAVES!''

Even roaring out loud those barely intelligible words was getting too difficult for her. Her voice was now so powerful that the walls shook and tiny pebbles and a little dust fell down here and there, every time she opened her maws.

To further prove her point, Mahr'daga brought down the paddle against Dar'gon's rump with innatural strength.

WHACK!

Dar'gon, didn't yelp, flinch or stagger. In fact, he even presented his rump, to welcome more spankings. He no longer feared the paddle. He loved it now.

WHACK! WHACK!

More spankings, equally as strong, followed suit, never letting Dar'gon catch his breath. Not once, he cried in pain. Even the strongest of spanking had become a blessing for him.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The spankings came down faster and faster, and as the rate of spanking increased, so did the whipping the two twins endured. Their moans and whines were almost matching those of Dar'gon in intensity. They leaned into the whipping, as if it nothing more than a lovable snuggle to them, as if they couldn't live without it.

The cavern had become a cacophony of moans, whines, purrs, growls and whines that was simply music to Mahr'daga ears, and the incredible worshiping that her pussy was receiving.

It was so difficult for her to hold out for so long, but Dar'gon's worshiping had gotten so good, and he had gotten so in tune with her feelings, that he had found a way to make her hold out for longer.

After a while , when nothing but roars were coming from her maws, and huge torrents of fire started blowing from her nostrils, she grabbed Dar'gon by the horns and started muzzle-fucking him.

No, she didn't muzzle-fucking him. She muzzle-runted him.

She was so turned on, her assault was so brutal and relentless that Dar'gon felt as if his muzzle would be turned into mush at any moment now. And yet, he never slowed down, lagged behind or struggled in any way. He didn't even need a few moments to adjust to the rythm either.

He couldn't take any abuse to his belly, but his muzzle seemed to take on all the abuse in the world. It could even compare in resilience to the twins' bodies.

Even under all that harsh assault on his muzzle, Dar'gon never stopped growling out of sheer pleasure. He growled and growled. The vibrations from his muzzle only driving Mahr'daga even more wild with arousal.

And the closer she got to orgasm, the more abuse the twins suffered too. They were now growling out of sheer pleasure and the more abuse they got, the louder their growls became.

As the moments passed by, Mahr'daga's runting of Dar'gon's muzzle got even harsher, and even quicker.

She couldn't last any longer...

And indeed, after some more brutal runting, Mahr'daga shoved Dar'gon's muzzle inside her harshly and violently and let out an earth-shattering roar as she climaxed. It was so loud and powerful that the walls shook violently.

She also breathed a huge, powerful jet of flame which hit the wall right behind in front of her. The rock sizzled, deformed and melted under the power of Mahr'daga's flame.

That however, was nothing compared to the flow of cum that erupted from her pussy. It was so strong, so powerful, so endless, that Dar'gon felt like he was trying to gulp down an entire ocean.

GULP! GULP!

And yet, he gulped it all down, without letting a single drop go to waste. His muzzle was still working perfectly despite being hit by what had felt like ten tsunamis and after the brutal runting.

GULP! GULP! GULP!

His throat worked perfectly too. It never tired, it never moved too early or too late. He didn't even make a single gag or cough and he growled all the time as he drank Mahr'daga's cum in the same way a thirsty and straving dragon would.

GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!

Every single drop that he gulped down increased the already painful heat in his body to excruciating levels, and that made him thirstier for the dragoness's cum even more.

GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!

It wasn't long before Dar'gon wished the flow would never end. Otherwise his body would literally combust from the heat!

GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!

The minutes passed by in a haze and the flow remained as strong as ever, but Dar'gon was never tired. In fact, the more he drank, the less tired her felt. He could go on like this forever!

GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!

It was still the most amazing thing Dar'gon had ever drunk. He had never gotten tired of it, and it never tasted any worse. It was still miles better than all the lava he had drunk in his life! Even better than all the coal he had eaten...

GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!

He wanted it. He wanted it all!

GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP! GULP!

But eventually, after what felt like a blissful eternity, Mahr'daga finally rode the last wave of pleasure and the flow of cum slowed down to a trickle until it stopped for good.

When that happened, Dar'gon's body already felt like it would combust at any moment. It hurt, it was nothing short of excruciating torture. His body literally couldn't function without Mahr'daga's cum. Every fiber of his body screamed in pain, every essence of his soul screamed in pain.

``GRRRR... Awrrrrrr... Does my little... GRRRR.. cloaca slave want morRRRRrrre?'' she growled and slurred. Hot flames were still coming out of her mouth and nostrils. Hot, flamable saliva coated each of her pristine teeth.

She was still hungry for more, just like he was.

Dar'gon nodded as much as his trapped muzzle allowed, staring at her with the most begging and desperate expression that a dragon could make.

``GRRRRRR... get to it then...'' growled the dragoness, her voice barely intelligible.

(...)

``Good morning, my little paw-slut'' greeted Mahr'daga when she finally woke up after sleeping through the entire morning and most of the afternoon.

Dar'gon greeted her with a tired moan. He had been worshiping her paws the entire time in order to get his heat under control, but it had never gotten any better. Mahr'daga had also orgasmed no less than five times the previous night before her hunger was finally sated.

Dar'gon had endured all the brutal muzzle-fucking Mahr'daga could dish out, never once getting tired, or making a mess, but now, after several sleepless nights, and the excruciating heat that just wouldn't go away, it was starting to take a toll on him.

At least, he hadn't been alone...

The twins had endured brutal whipping throughout the entire night. Somehow, despite losing copious amounts of blood, scales and skin, they had never passed out and had remained awake the entire night, thanks to the pheromones.

Moreover, most of the wounds that the Punisher had inflicted were already mostly healed, despite the fact that wounds inflicted from that cursed whip took a long time to even scar. The swelling had also gotten better too and there was no sign of infection anywhere.

The healing cream that Mahr'daga had applied on their wounds, before going to bed, had done a fantastic job.

However, their bodies wore whip marks everywhere. The color of their remaining scales had gotten more blood-red than fire-red. Several pools of blood had collected under them along with the pools of pre-cum.

They were also struggling to remain upright, as if their legs were too tired to bear their weight, and they hadn't gotten a wink of sleep either.

``Did you sleep well?'' asked Mahr'daga.

Dar'gon responded with another tired moan.

``Excellent!''

She then turned to the twins.

``And how are my little pain-sluts doing?''

Both of them answered gy giving her the same kind of tired, hurt and muffled moans, at the same time.

``How are your wounds?''

Both of them gave another tired, hurt, muffled, synchronized moan.

``Great!''

She then turned towards Mar'gon.

``How about you, cunt?'' she asked, in a far colder tone.

Mar'gon whined.

``Good...''

She then stretched each one of her four, powerful and muscular legs and paws, unsheathing her immaculate claws, then her huge, majestic wings. After that, she yawned a loud yawn, stretching her huge and powerful jaws and showing all of her ashark teeth.

``Glad to hear you're all fine'' she said matter-of-factly ``because we have a busy day ahead of us!''

She got up, and headed towards one of the lava pools, taking her hind paws with her. Dar'gon immediately felt the heat inside him come back with a vengeance.

``Come with me, paw-slut'' purred the dragoness, and the moment the words left her maws, she undind the chain shackling his collar to the cave wall, holding it in the air like a leash.

Dar'gon immediately got up, sleepiness and tiredness already forgotten. However, even standing on his mittened paws hurt; that was how bad his heat was. But he endured and, despite the pain, he followed the dragoness, like a pet would obey her mistress.

On her way there, Mahr'daga swiped at both twins' rumps with one of her paws, making them cry and moan, before smacking them again with her tail.

Dar'gon was right behind her, always keeping his nose as close to her pussy as he could, for even her scent alone could make his heat slightly more tolerable. He had to make sure never to touch her rump accidentally though, or she would be very displeased.

When Mahr'daga reached the pool, she immediately immerged herself in it, taking her sweet time and savoring every moment of it. When she was done, only her tail, neck, wings and head remained submerged.

``Ahhhh... nothing like a lava bath to was away the sweat and fatigue of a long night...''

As she said this, she shackled Dar'gon's chain to the same ring the twins's collars were shackled too.

She then rolled over, spilling lava to the floor as she did. When she was done, only her four paws remained exposed to the elements, her hind ones even more so.

She then rolled his chain around one of her ankles, leaving only a short lengh so that Dar'gon could reach both paws without struggling.

She was looking at him expectantly, a wicked and hungry grin plastered on her muzzle.

Dar'gon immediately knew what he had to do. He started worshiping her paws immediately. The moment his tongue touched her paw-pads, the heat inside his body became much more tolerable.

``Perfect cloaca-slave and paw-slut...'' she purred ``What more could a dragoness want from a slave?'' and Dar'gon gave her a look of pure adoration and submission in response.

As she reveled in the dragon's worshiping, the dragoness took a gander at all of her captured prizes. Every one of them was looking at her, including Mar'gon, pending on her every move and word.

``Such beautiful slaves... So pretty, so submissive, so adorable... I still can't believe it's only been two months since I've captured you... It seems like we've spent years together...''

Two months? That's how long Dar'gon had spent in her captivity? It seemed two years... or two decades...

``I had so much great time with all of each and every one of you... You're all going to make great slaves... More or less...'' as she said those last three words, she turned towards Mar'gon, who shirked away.

``But, unfortunately... All good things come to an end... As soon as Mistress is done with her lava bath, we're leaving this place. We'll be going to the Black Jaw base...''

Dar'gon almost stopped worshiping from the shock, and only the heat in his body prevented him from doing it. Worry did rise inside him really quickly though. She sounded actually unhappy and if Mahr'daga wasn't happy about something, it couldn't be good...

``There you'll be sold into slaves to the S'hur'dayan Empire... And I won't see you again...''

Suddenly, Dar'gon felt as if his entire world had come crashing down on him, in the most ruinous way possible. It was such a shockto him that, for a moment, it killed his arousal and his heat.

He continued worshiping only because of his training, but he felt cold and dead inside and he was this close to actually crying...

He wasn't the only one who though so, either. The two twins let out sad moans and whines in unison. The only one who didn't seem too sad was Mar'gon.

``But don't despair! You'll still get to spend a little more time with me as you hone in your skills before being sold'' she quickly added in a far cheerier tone which still couldn't mask her sadness completely.

That didn't make Dar'gon feel any better. He would never see Mahr'daga again anyway! The dragoness that had become the center of his universe in the last two months would leave, forever!

``And... If you're lucky... I might get to keep you...'' she looked at Dar'gon as she said this, giving him that look of pure and utter dominance of a dragoness that wanted the whole world and everything in it.

Dar'gon felt as if the world had suddenly readjusted itself in an instant. Even his heat and arousal had come back with a vengeance. Oh, how he hoped she would keep him! He wanted her to keep him so badly!

He moaned as he gave a long and passionate kiss for each pawpad on her paws.

``It's how I, and the rest of the Black Jaws, claimed all of our slaves. It's how we have to get our slaves...'' she said, anger coating each of her last words.

``Some of us are content with taking the S'hur'dayan Empire's rejects...'' she growled, she laced the word ``content'' with all the contempt she could muster.

``But not me!'' she said with force, as if more than her captives could hear this ``I want good slaves, great slaves, the best slaves! I capture them! And I catch them real good!''

Mahr'daga sounded really frustrated and angry now. She almost kicked Dar'gon's head with her hind paws.

``It's only fair I get to keep some to myself! And I already know which of you I'd like to keep...''

She let that sentence hang in the air for a little while, before continuing. The twins let out begging moans, hoping that Mahr'daga would say their names or at least look in their direction. But she only had eyes for Dar'gon, who continued perfectly worshiping her paws, moaning and purring all the while.

She didn't even cast so much as a quick glance at Mar'gon. He didn't even moan or whine, anymore. He just stared at his own shackled fore-paws, looking dejected and resigned.

``Well, whatever happens, I'm so glad that I got to capture you... You'll make great slaves... and whoever buys you, will be one lucky dragoness...''

Dar'gon sucked on Mahr'daga's left hind paw to let him know what he thought of that. He didn't want to be claimed by another dragoness, he wanted to be claimed by HER!

``Anyway... Mistress needs hear beauty bath... Then we'll get ready to leave. Rest a little. You'll need it...''

And she finished that speech with a loud sigh, reveling in Dar'gon's worshiping for a long, long while.

(...)

It felt like an eternity before Mahr'daga finally exited the pool. This had been her longest bath by far. She usually took more no less than an hour before she was done. This time she had taken several hours! She had taken extreme care into washing every inch and every scale of her body, several times.

Dar'gon had to clean all of her four paws with meticulous accuracy before she was satisfied. His heat had gotten more tolerable in the meantime but he still couldn't function without her pheromones.

After washing away the remaining lava in one of the small collection channels near the pools, waiting for the scales to cool down, and making sure her scales were all pristine, she took a peak at the sky outside.

``Perfect!'' she said ``We still have plenty of time... Now, time to get ready...''

The first thing she did was unbinding the four dragons' collars from the chains shackling them to the wall. The chains were then removed from their respective rings, then the rings themselves were removed from the walls, leaving no holes behind, as if they hadn't been fixed there at all in the first place.

Soon after, every single one of these items was then enveloped by dark forces, and magically shrunk until they fit, very confortably, with plenty of room to spare, inside a huge, black back-pack.

The rest of the bondage gear, except for a couple of things, followed suit: several pieces of manacles, paddles, whips, wing-binders, boots, mittens and much more. Once shrunk, everything fit confortably into the back-packs.

The stocks came last. They were quickly disassembled, piece by piece, shrunk, then put into another back-pack, identical to the previous one. Those trapping the twins were removed last.

These were all placed into another black back-pack which managed to hold everything just fine.

Finally, she closed off the canister of concentrated pheromones that the twins were forced to sniff. She put it away in one of the back-packs, this time without shrinking it.

The twins whined and protested at having the pheromones taken away from them so suddenly. It wasn't pleasurable pain either, it was actual, excruciating pain that even they didn't like.

``My... my...'' said Mahr'daga with a chuckle ``Such scent-hungry whores you are... Don't worry. I have just the thing for you...''

She produced two smaller canisters with long straps underneath them from the remaining pile of gear. She put each of them on the twins backs, buckled the straps under their bellies, screwed the masks' tubes to them and then opened the canisters.

Immediately the twins quieted, and resumed moaning and huffing. Soon after, she unchained Mar'gon and strapped another small canister of pheromones on his back as well.

Dar'gon was unchained for last, but didn't receive a canister of his own.

``Don't worry...'' purred Mahr'daga in his ears ``I have prepared something special for my favorite cloaca-slave...''

First, she procured the muzzle from the pile which went quickly around his jaws and his head. She then produced a pair of collars linked together via a short but sturdy chain. One of the collars was smaller than the other and not as thick.

Their purpose was revealed soon enough when Mahr'daga snapped one collar around his neck, while the other around the base of her tail.

After testing the bonds held fast, the dragoness produced a strange contraption made of several straps that Dar'gon couldn't make either heads or tails, even if he had been lucid.

Mahr'daga buckled some of the straps around her hind legs, while the others were fastened around Dar'gon's head, as if it were a bridle or a lead.

The overall result was that Dar'gon's neck was now chained to Mahr'daga's tail, while his muzzle was basically ``bound'' to Mahr'daga's pussy and he couldn't move it away even for an inch.

``There! All done! Enjoying yourself there, slave?'' purred Mahr'daga.

He moaned a happy moan.

``Good... You should be...'' she purred ``That is the place of honor. Only the most worthy of slaves gains the privilege of traveling bound to their Mistress's pussy...''

As Mahr'daga spoke, she started getting aroused and her scent was soon driving him crazy with lust. It was just like taking a whiff of her concentrated pheromones, including the part where he couldn't do anything to placate the heat inside his body.

However, this time the heat in his body didn't feel excruciating painful nor did it get worse and worse as time went on.

Strange...

``Only members of my personal harem gets to travel like this'' the dragoness purred, as she fitted another strange contraption on herself with two D-rings on either side, just under the wings, buckling it under her belly.

``You have no idea how difficult it is, for an unclaimed slaves to travel in the place of honor... You should be proud...''

To further prove her point, Mahr'daga chained one the twins to the ring on her left, while the other was chained to the ring on her right. Mar'gon on the other hand was shackled to one of the twins' collar via a short chain.

``On the other hand, slaves who disappoint their Mistress do not have the priviledge of being shackled to their Mistress, isn't that right cunt?''

Mar'gon whimpered in response, even though Mahr'daga wasn't even looking at him.

``Well...'' purred the dragoness to Dar'gon ``Aren't you proud, my little cloaca-slave?''

Dar'gon moaned happily again. If he had felt proud before, that was nothing compared to how he felt now. He had never felt so accomplished in in his life.

``Good...''

The dragoness tugged the chains and bonds of each dragon, to make sure they were bound properly and that they held fast.

After that, she put the remaining gear into the back-packs, shrinking them to a confortable size. She then zipped them up and fitted them confortably on her back.

They both looked so heavy that maybe five strong dragons could have carried it, and yet, she lifted them like they weighed nothing at all.

``All right slaves!'' she claimed at last ``Let's go home!''

(...)

They didn't travel very quickly. All bound like this, Mahr'daga's group could only crawl at a snail's pace and cover not much ground. Flying was also out of the question.

Moving with a belly full of Mahr'daga's cum was also not ideal. Dar'gon looked and walked as if he was pregnant with dozens of twins. He had to work twice as hard just to keep up...

Mahr'daga though didn't mind the slow pace at all. In fact, she loved taking her sweet time gawking and sightseeing, as if she had never set paw in these desolate lands before. She also liked to stop to admire something she found really interesting or that she really liked.

Bound to her pussy, Dar'gon couldn't see anything of his surroundings and he only knew where they were only because the dragoness kept enouncing the very different place they were crossing, as if she were a tour guide.

They were heading north, towards a place called Yellow Valley. It was the only place around these parts that Dar'gon had never visited, because...

``It's where our base is'' had said Mahr'daga during the trip.

In order to get there, they had to crawl through the Heat Labyrinth. It was a conglomerate of caves that was incredibily hot, humid and dark. It had been dug by the Wretches a long time ago, and housed one of their nests until some time ago.

Now, it was inhabited by Va'z'ahrs, poisonous lizard-bats that looked like miniature versions of the ancient wyverns, Rhuz'ahrs, big, blind lizard-rats which had excellent smell and hearing, as well as many other lizard-creatures that loved dark and dank places.

It was very easy to get lost in there, some tunnels had collapsed and others still had old traps left by the Wretches. Mahr'daga though had no trouble navigating these tunnels and knew which ones to avoid.

The lizard-creatures never bothered them, although their noises and cries could be heard all every now and them.

Still, that didn't stop the twins and Mar'gon did look scared, figedty and nervous, despite the pheromones they were forcing to smell. A dragon never wanted to find themselves face to face with one of these monsters, especially in such a cramped up space.

Dar'gon was the only one who wasn't too scared, but only because of Mahr'daga's pheromones. Her pussy had started dripping juices all over his head, coating it. She had also started purring loudly and Dar'gon had started purring along with her.

Meanwhile, the twins had also started casting jealous glances towards them and were also emitting frustrated whines.

``Don't worry, sluts'' purred Mahr'daga ``It won't be long now. Once we get out of these tunnels we'll reach the Red Slope, and then we'll arrive at the Yellow Valley...''

Although Mahr'daga navigation skills were good, even in her aroused state, her conception of time was not. The trip lasted a lot longer than she had said it would, and during the entire time she got more and more aroused and the crawl got even slower because of it.

Eventually, they finally left the tunnels and reached the Red Slope: a downward slope that connected Geyser Canyon, the Northernmost point of Red Mountains, to the Yellow Valley.

Getting down the slope was not easy at all. The mittens the dragons were forced to wear prevented them from grapping the soil effectively. The twins fell down too. Mar'gon also fell, several times.

Dar'gon was the only one who managed not to fall, somehow. He slipped and tripped many times, but he always managed to regain his balance, despite his head being bound to Mahr'daga's pussy, a belly full of her cum, and having his vision impared.

A fact which Mahr'daga was quick to point out, once they were almost finished descending the slope and the worst was behind them.

``An entire slope, without falling a single time...'' she purred ``with mittened paws, a full belly, and bound to your mistress's pussy too... Such a capable little slave...''

``You sluts could learn a little from my little cloaca slave.. Some more than others...'' she then taunted, earning sad and embarassed and ashamed moans and whines from the other three dragons.

``Anyway, we're almost there. Once we get out of this slope, we'll rest for the night and continue first thing in the morning.''

``Almost'' turned out to be an entire hour of awkward, even slower lumbering than usual before they finally reached the end of the slope. When they finally did, it was almost dark.

Dar'gon was really exhausted and turned on too, but the others had fared worse. The twins were dirty, sweaty, dusty and a little bruised too, Mar'gon even more so, he looked like a mess. Mahr'daga was the only one who seemed perfectly fine. She looked like she hadn't even broken a sweat.

``We're finally in the Yellow Valley!'' she announced eventually ``Isn't it beautiful?''

The others let out tired but relieved moans, including Dar'gon, and not because they agreed with the dragoness, but because their arduous journey was finally coming to an end.

Besides, Yellow Valley was a dangerous and terrible place, home to several slaver gangs who used to compete for supremacy in the region and in the local slave trade before the rise of the Black Jaw.

The valley itself was nothing but yellow sand everywhere and the occasional acid lake which stank really badly and could corrode and melt dragon's scales. Moreover, the place was struck by frequent and fierce sand-storms during the autumn and winter seasons, which made flying suicidal.

There were many arid hills scattered about, full of underground tunnels. Many, the bigger ones, used to house the slaver gangs bases of operation inside, but now were entirely abandoned.

Some others were home to pack of Wolfz'hars and the occasional B'haz'har, a bear-lizard hunter creature capable of killing wild dragons with ease.

``Now, let's find a place to rest...''

It was finally dark when Mahr'daga finally found a suitable spot: a small cavern on a small and abandoned hill which overlooked a couple of acid lakes and several kilometers of wide flatlands. The entrance was also surrounded by yellow rocks to conceal it from outside.

When they entered, she removed the backpacks and put them at the back of the cave. She didn't however, unchain the dragons, who remained shackled to her, including Dar'gon, who was still bound to her pussy.

The dragoness sat on the yellow, dusty floor, sprawling like a queen on a beautiful carpet, careful not to crush Dar'gon's skull under her rump.

She then stretched her limbs and wings a little and yawned loudly. As she stretched her paws, she unsheathed her claws to their fullest length, making them shine a little under the moonlight. Despite the long walk they were still immaculate and still deadly.

``Here we are, sluts. Make yourselves comfortable and get some sleep. You're gonna need it...''

The dragons let out frustrated whines, because they knew there was no change of them getting a wink of sleep, with the phromones they were forced to smell. Dar'gon too knew very well he wouldn't be able to get a wink of sleep, because...

``I don't know about you, little slave...'' she then purred toward Dar'gon ``But all this walking has made me a little aroused... And you've been such a good slave, walking all this way without tripping or falling...''

``A little aroused'' was an understatement. Dar'gon's head was completely covered in her juices. They even seeped through the muzzle he was wearing.

``Go on. Take your reward...''

Take his reward? How? He couldn't lick or worship her with the muzzle on. How was he supposed to get his reward? How was he supposed to please Mahr'daga without his tongue or-

He didn't finish that train of thought, because an idea struck him. He couldn't use his tongue, but he could use his purring.

And so, he strated nuzzling against her labias, using only his purrs to worship the dragoness.

The dragoness responded immediately, by purring louder.

``I knew it... I knew you'd find a way...''

It was tough. Dar'gon had never tried pleasuring Mahr'daga with just his purring. Without his tongue, most of his usual tricks were completely useless. But that wouldn't stop him from worshiping her properly. It wouldn't stop him from being the good cloaca-slave that he was.

And judging from Mahr'daga's loud purring, he was doing a great job. The fact that Mahr'daga was already so turned on from the long walk and had built up plenty of sexual arousal along the way helped immensly, otherwise Dar'gon's attempt at making her cum would take far too long.

After some time, when Mahr'daga's purring were close to becoming growls, he started pressing his muzzle against her labias, parting them a little, still making sure that every inch of her pussy got all the vibrations they needed.

``Who needs a fucking vibrator!'' growled Mahr'daga ``when you have a beautiful cloaca-slave like you...!''

Dar'gon had no idea what a vibrator was, and he didn't care. He was too lost in pleasure to care.

When he became too lost in pleasure, nothing existed anymore, the dragons, their frustration, their whines, the valley, the dirt, the tiredness... Nothing. Even the fact that he was a slave, and would be sold didn't exist in his mind anymore.

Only one thing existed: Mahr'daga, his Godess, and her beautiful pussy. And his one goal, his reason of being, was worshiping it, like the great slave that he was, no matter how.

As Mahr'daga's growls got louder and deeper, she started holding Dar'gon's head with her hind paws, pinning him in place even more than it already was, to turn herself on even more. And Dar'gon purred louder too because of it.

Her hind paws holding his head in place, as if possessing it, were like a delicate nuzzle, a conforting touch. He felt safe and loved, wanted, whole.

As Dar'gon's muzzle went deeper and deeper, the dragoness's growls got louder and louder until they almost became roars of pleasure

Her voice started echoeing far away in the distance outside the cavern, as if to signal to everyone who would listen, sapient or not, that she was a big, strong, powerful dragoness, dominating her slaves, and that everyone neede to hear it.

It was at that precise moment that she started muzzle-fucking him, shoving his muzzle in and out of her pussy with the help of her hind paws. It also didn't take her long to turn the muzzle-fucking into muzzle-runting.

Unlike other times, she was so turned on that she wasn't trying to revel in the pleasure, savoring the worshiping and the submission that Dar'gon offered. She wanted to cum, right now.

Dar'gon, as usual, felt as if Wretches' claws were tearing his muzzle apart. However, unlike the previous times, each wave of pain was followed immediately by a huge wave of pleasure, the likes of which he had never felt.

This wasn't the kind of pleasure derived from lust. This was beyond that. It was beyond sexual pleasure, beyond horniness, beyond pure lust, beyond pheromone-induced frenzy...

It was a deeper kind of pleasure. The kind that made every cell in his body scream in delight and not just his cock. The kind that made every part of his brain scream in pure ecstasy and happiness.

It was pure, unadultered bliss. He felt in heaven. No, he was in heaven. For the first time in his life, he loved being hurt. He wasn't a pain-slut and yet he loved the pain. He loved it and wanted it more.

And for the first time in a long while, Dar'go truly felt like he was getting close, REALLY close to cumming...

The chastity belt was struggling to contain his arousal. He could almost taste the forbideen fruit that had escaped him for so long: climax.

All he needed was one more brutal muzzle-runting from Mahr'daga...

And that's exactly what he got. Mahr'daga was so turned on, so consumed by lust, that she now roared every time she thrust Dar'gon's muzzle inside her. She no longer had any control of her emotions, of her strength. She no longer cared how much she hurt the poor dragon...

Dar'gon though didn't mind it at all. At that point no longer felt any difference between pain and pleasure. All had become the same to him, blending into the biggest bliss that he had ever known in his life.

Mahr'daga seemed to have entered a bliss of her own, where nothing else mattered but claiming and dominating him, as if he were a member of her own harem, as if he was a member of her harem...

When, moments later, the dragoness came hard on his face, the flow of cum felt like he had been hit in the head by an entire avalanche. Still, he gulped down her cum like he was dying of thirst, not missing a drop.

Then, the heat started kicking in. At first, it was as bad as usual, and getting worse and worse, and every drop he drank made it even more excruciating. However, after a while, it no longer got worse, in fact it got a little bit better as he kept drinking her cum.

Mahr'daga's cum had never done this to him. It always made his heat worse and worse. He drunk it because he had to, because he liked it, and because if he stopped abruptly drinking, his body couldn't cope with the heat and hurt really badly.

This was completely different. As he drunk and drunk and the heat started slowly dying away. As heat receded, pleasure built up tremendously, even more than before.

Suddenly... suddenly he could feel it! Orgasm! It was within his reach, once again. And this time, the chastity cage wouldn't be able to hold him back!

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''

Dar'gon screamed inside Mahr'daga's pussy and almost choked on her cum. He had felt something squeezing his cock so hard that it hurt! And it kept squeezing and squeezing, denying him that sweet release!

He remembered only then Mahr'daga saying, during one of the first days she had spent in captivity, that those chastity belts were imbued with a spell that prevented the wearer from cumming.

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''

Dar'gon felt as if someone was trying to rip his cock from his crotch, and no amount of pleasure could compensate for the pain.

The more he drunk, the more his pleasure kept building, and the more the belt's spell hurt him to prevent him from cumming.

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''

Mahr'daga though showed no sign of concern. In fact, his screams were making her cum even harder.

``MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!''

Eventually, after a very excruciatingly long time, Mahr'daga's climax started losing power, and with it, the amount of cum she produced.

When she had ridden the last wave of pleasure, Dar'gon's cock hurt as if Mahr'daga had runted that instead of his muzzle. Somehow, he had manage not to let a single drop of cum go to waste, despite the excruciating pain that seared through his cock.

``GRRRRR... You almost.... GRRRRR... came thrRRRRrrrough yourRRRrr chastity... GRRRR... belt...'' growled Mahr'daga, slurring badly ``such a good... GRRR... little cloaca-slave...''

She was staring at Dar'gon with the same expression from the one she usually wore when she was really pleased. However, there was something different about her eyes.

Was it love? Genuine love?

He didn't get to ponder that for long. All too soon, he felt the heat in his body come back with a vengeance, it didn't hurt as other times, but it stil hurt pretty badly. What was different though was that his pleasure had never been this high.

It was so high, that it now compensated his aching cock completely. Before Mahr'daga had even said a word, Dar'gon started worshiping her pussy again, with the hunger of a starving dragon.

``GRRRRRRR... good... GRRRRRRR... drrRRRRragon....'' growled Mahr'daga.

*THUMP

Suddenly, a loud thumping noise rang out.

Everyone stopped, as if frozen in time, including Mahr'daga, despite her enormous arousal, and Dar'gon, despite the heat in his body.

*THUMP *THUMP

It was coming from just outside the cave.

*THUMP *THUMP

``Good fucking show...'' drawled a voice dripping in sarcasm.

There was a dragoness standing at the entrance of the cavern, a S'handagaran dragoness, stomping on the ground in mock applause...

TO BE CONTINUED

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