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Enjoy.\n\nExpect a lot of kink and BDSM stuff.", "count": "6", "submission_left_submission_id": "3545883", "submission_left_file_name": "5429700_VallyDrak_ch._4_departure_finished_.doc", "submission_left_thumbnail_url_huge": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/huge/5429/5429700_VallyDrak_ch._4_departure_finished_.jpg", "submission_left_thumbnail_url_large": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/5429/5429700_VallyDrak_ch._4_departure_finished_.jpg", "submission_left_thumbnail_url_medium": "https://nl1.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/5429/5429700_VallyDrak_ch._4_departure_finished_.jpg", "submission_left_thumb_huge_x": "296", "submission_left_thumb_huge_y": "173", "submission_left_thumb_large_x": "200", "submission_left_thumb_large_y": "117", "submission_left_thumb_medium_x": "120", "submission_left_thumb_medium_y": "70" } ], "description": "There it is! Chapter Five 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. 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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
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ACTIONS DO NOT MEAN ENDORCEMENT
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", "writing": "CHAPTER 5\n\nTRADE\n\nThe new dragoness sported the same black scales and purple stripes as Mahr'daga, the same curved horns and the same stinger-like appendage on her tail too. Her eyes were also of the same deep-purple color.\n\nThe similarities though ended there. \n\nShe was taller and more muscled than Mahr'daga. She sported some scars and even some missing patches of scales on her flanks, spine and legs. Her tail appendage showed some dents as well.\n\nWhile Mahr'daga carried herself with elegance and pose, this dragoness moved like a predator about to attack, ready to deliver the killing blow to her prey. She even wore a feral expression that could very well inflict terror and fear as it could on whoever was unfortunate enough to meet her.\n\nHer claws, despite being dented in several places, looked far sharper and deadlier than Mahr'daga's. Her teeth were the same. Despite being dented in several places, but they looked like they could bite a dragon's head off, literally.\n\nWhat stood at the cave's entrance was a dragoness that wasn't afraid to get dirty or to get blood on her claws. This was a dragoness that relished on hurting her victims, and even killing too. \n\nThis was not a dragoness any wild dragon wanted to meet, not if they valued their lives.\n\nChained to her, were twelve cowering, battered and bruised dragons sporting the same bondage gear Dar'gon wore. They were all fire dragons, but none of their markings or colors was familiar to Dar'gon.\n\nThey sported many cuts, bruises, missing scales, swollen eyes and even muzzles. Many were old, others were new and still oozed blood. Two of them sported broken horns. One dragon had a nasty gash on his neck and another one had a hole in his chest plates.\n\nAt least half of the slaves chained to her were limping. One of them couldn't even lay down one of their forelegs, another one could barely lay down his right hind leg. Some had their wings bent at weird angles. One of them even breathed with difficulty.\n\nEvery one of them kept staring at the new dragoness with pure terror, as if afraid she might suddenly snap and hurt them. The only exception was the dragon with gash on his neck, who kept stealing curious glances at Dar'gon.\n\n``Grrrrr..... M'horRRRrrr'daga...'' hissed Mahr'daga as she let go of Dar'gon's head, wearing a huge scowl on her face.\n\n``I see you got yourself another useless slut...'' taunted the new dragoness, called M'hor'daga, wearing a scowl of her own to match Mahr'daga's, as she entered the cavern, dragging her twelve captive dragons along with her. \n\nHer voice was deeper than Mahr'daga's and had a constant edge of anger, contempt and cruelty to it.\n\nMahr'daga didn't respond, though she really wanted to, judging by how loud she was growling, from her murderous glare and from how much flame she expelled from her nostrils. \n\nShe couldn't talk in a coherent manner so soon after she had just finished orgasming, and when she panted as hard as she did.\n\n``No... wait a minute...''\n\nM'hor'daga looked at the rest of the dragons bound to Mahr'daga. The twins huddled closer to the dragoness. Dar'gon felt like stuffing his entire head inside the Mahr'daga's pussy, just so he could escape from the glare of M'hor'daga.\n\nMar'gon meanwhile remained where he was, staring at M'hor'daga with the same blank expression that he had been wearing for the past week.\n\n``Wow! You caught four?! Amazing!'' she commented with as much sarcasm as she could muster, not even trying to put on a shocked face ``That must be a new record for you! You usually catch only one or two at a time... If you're lucky!'' and she let out a mirthless laugh at her own barb.\n\nOnce again, Mahr'daga didn't respond. Although, despite M'hor'daga trying to get a rise of out of her, and geing caught in such an intimate moment, she was actually managing to calming down. Her growls were getting much quieter than before and she wasn't panting as hard.\n\n``You'd think that after Big Sis's talk, you'd have finally realized that we're running a business and we aren't on a fucking pleasure vacation!''\n\n``How many fucking times do you have to be told?'' she continued ``How many fucking times do you have to be told that you're paid to CAPTURE slaves, not FUCKING them! They aren't even yours and they never will be! You got enough already!''\n\nA brief flash of pure, rabid, white-hot anger flashed on Mahr'daga's muzzle at those last words. It lasted only for a moment, but it didn't go unnoticed by M'hor'daga.\n\n``Don't get mad! It's the truth and you fucking know it! Maybe you should have another talk with Big Sis... Oh wait, I forgot. You can't, because if you do, you'll be out!''\n\nM'hor'daga was relentless, taking full advantage of the fact that Mahr'daga couldn't speak. Still, she managed to calm herself further still. She was no longer growling or spitting flames from her nostrils anymore. She had even managed to get up though and her legs didn't shake too badly.\n\n``And good fucking riddance that would be! We don't need lazy leeches like you!'' she finished, before she spat flaming saliva on the ground.\n\nOnly then, did Mahr'daga finally respond.\n\n``And you'd think that after Big Sis's talk, you'd treat your slaves a little bit better...'' Her voice was hard, cold, but clear and collected; laced with venom and anger, but never exploding into full unbrindled rage.\n\n``Instead...'' \n\nShe let the word hang in the air as she scanned all of M'hor'daga's captive dragons and they all scampered as far back as their bonds and broken bodies allowed, except for the one dragon with a bleeding gash, only because he was too busy staring at Dar'gon. \n\nWhen he noticed the dragoness staring at him, he did scamper back, and almost tripped.\n\n``Look at them! Poor things... How much training will they require to function properly again? Weeks? Months?''\n\nM'hor'daga didn't respond. She just shrugged her wings to show that she didn't know and she didn't care either.\n\n``How much time will they require to heal properly? Months? Years?''\n\nOnce again, M'hor'daga shrugged, her face conveying that she really couldn't care less, but also that she was really annoyed by Mahr'daga's questions.\n\n``Do we really have to hire a medic just to make sure your catches don't die or become permanently crippled?''\n\nFor the third time, M'hor'daga shrugged. She had grown more and more annoyed though. Unlike Mahr'daga, she really couldn't hide her emotions at all, nor keep them in check.\n\n``What can they do, beside being scared out their little wits? Did you teach them anything besides fearing you to death?''\n\nThis time, M'hor'daga scowled and didn't even try to shrug, but she still didn't say anything.\n\n``I got only four, but they're fully functional slaves who will have no trouble finding owners in the S'hur'dayan Empire. You on the other hand have twelve broken toys that no S'hur'dayan dragoness worth their salt would buy. Even their army wouldn't want them as whores...''\n\nM'hor'daga's scowl turned into a murderous expression that could have killed anyone with stare alone, but once again didn't say anything.\n\n``So, LITTLE sister...'' continued the dragoness ``did you came here just to insult me or did you come to see how a real S'handagaran dragoness dominates her slaves? You could learn a thing or two...''\n\n``You could learn a thing or two from ME about NOT to be a LAZY FUCKER!'' M'hor'daga finally roared, letting out all the rage she had accumulated, wearing an expression that could have laid waste to entire swaths of land.\n\n``You may capture ``good'' slaves, but in the end I'M the one that's keeping this fucking organization up and running! Nobody in this fucking organization catches as many slaves as I do! NOBODY! If we had to rely on YOU, we'd be wiped out in a FUCKING MONTH!'' M'hor'daga kept roaring, spitting flames from nostrils and mouth every now and then.\n\n``While you're wasting your time fucking your catches, the Purple Fangs keeps getting more and more powerful and soon they'll be challenging us directly! Do you understand that if things don't change we might LOSE the fucking Sand Dunes to them?! Do you even CARE?!''\n\nMahr'daga wore a blank expression, which angered M'hor'daga even further.\n\n``Of course you don't! All you care about is fucking your catches! We may lose parts of our turf and you don't give a SHIT! All you care about is yourself! FUCK EVERYBODY ELSE! If we lose the Sand Dunes - I swear to S'ekh'daraga - I will KILL you MYSELF!''\n\n``Are you done?'' asked Mahr'daga eventually in a bored tone, looking not the least bit intimitated, unnerved or rattled by M'hor'daga's outburst and threats, as if this wasn't the first time they had this conversation.\n\n``Yes!'' spat M'hor'daga after a few moments ``I'm fucking done wasting time with you!'' and she turned around to leave.\n\n``Well, I'm not'' announced Mahr'daga, making M'hor'daga stop dead in her tracks.\n\n``*Sigh... What the fuck do you want now? Wanna prove me wrong for fucking once?''\n\nMahr'daga didn't respond, at first. She just took one long gander at the dragon with the gash on his neck, who kept stealing glances at Dar'gon.\n\n``What did he do?'' she finally asked.\n\n``Why do you care?'' spat M'hor'daga.\n\n``What has he done to you that you to earn that nasty gash?''\n\n``None of your fucking business!''\n\n``Wasn't enough of a runt for you?''\n\n``He's fucking useless! He can't do anything right! Everything I tell him to do, he fucks it up! He can't even follow orders properly! Can't worship properly, can't take it properly... FUCKING NOTHING! He can't even fucking walk right! He keeps tripping and falling!''\n\nThe dragon in question looked like he wanted to disappear into the dirt below him, and only the chain shackling him to the other dragons prevented him from doing it.\n\n``So yesterday I had enough of his fuck ups and snapped! Should have fucking killed him right there and then. I don't know why I didn't... Fucking waste of life!''\n\nBy the time M'hor'daga was finished, the dragon really looked like a corpse of a dragon that had been beaten to death.\n\n``So why didn't you? Why didn't you kill him, if he's so useless?'' prompted Mahr'daga ``Could it be... because if you had done it, Big Sis would banish you from the Black Jaws?''\n\nM'hor'daga bristled. Unlike Mahr'daga, she didn't recover quickly.\n\n``Thought so...'' taunted Mahr'daga ``You're so predictable, little sister...''\n\n``Not as much as you!'' spat M'hor'daga after a while ``I know where you're getting at this! He may be a worthless piece of dead meat but I'm not handing him over to you! I'm not rewarding your laziness!''\n\n``Relax... I wasn't suggesting you just hand him over to me''\n\n``Then what the fuck do you want? To trade him?!''\n\n``Yes'' answered Mahr'daga, simply.\n\nM'hor'daga was so surpirsed by that answer that her jaws hanged wide open in a comical O.\n\n``You do know what a trade is, don't you?''\n\n``I- I know what a trade is!'' M'hor'daga spluttered ``It's- Since when you want to make trades with me? You keep saying all I capture is useless trash!''\n\n``Since today...'' answered Mahr'daga ``Since I deciced that THIS slave...'' she gestured towards Mar'gon ``is not good enough for me''\n\nThat phrase sent huge, invisible shocks throughout the cavern and even beyond. M'hor'daga, for a moment, looked as though she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Dar'gon stared incredulously at Mahr'daga, as much as his bound head allowed, as if he couldn't believe his ears either. The twins did the same too.\n\nThat, however, was nothing compared to how Mar'gon felt. He had a look of aject terror and panic on his muzzle. He made panicked sounds and motions. He gave gave Mahr'daga pleading looks, that screamed that he was sorry for all the things he had done, but the dragoness wasn't moved in the slightest.\n\nThe dragon who kept stealing glances at Dar'gon on the other hand, perked up immediately. He looked like he was feeling happy for the first time in his life, or in far too long...\n\n``What?!'' M'hor'daga said eventually ``The great, infallible Mahr'daga has made a mistake?! And she admits it?! To ME?! I must be dreaming!''\n\nShe then waited a little for a retort, or some kind of rebuttal from Mahr'daga. When it didn't come, she continued.\n\n``What has he done? Failed to meet your impossible standards? Made one teeny, tiny little mistake when worshiping your stinking paws? Made you cum a few seconds too late than you would have liked?''\n\nOnce again, M'hor'daga waited for some kind of retort from Mahr'daha. Instead she just asked: ``Are you interested or not?''\n\nM'hor'daga scoffed ``Why the fuck should I bother taking your trash?''\n\n``Because it would fit right along with your catches?'' joked Mahr'daga. M'hor'daga growled loudly, showing all of her teeth, and looked ready to bite her head off for that.\n\n``Relax... I was joking... Besides, who said he was trash?'' responded Mahr'daga ``He's a good slave... He would just be a better fit for you...''\n\nThere was a moment of silence in which M'hor'daga stared at her sister, looking for any trace of betrayal or something that might give her game away, but she found nothing of the sort.\n\n``You're lying...''\n\n``You know I'm not good with lies''\n\n``Why do you want to give him to me? You keep saying all I do is ruin slaves! That I'm too harsh-''\n\n``And that's exactly why'' interruped Mahr'daga ``Your training methods are harsh, cruel, unforgiving... My methods, on the other paw, are gentle, designed to figure out the slave's potential and to maximize their skills, so that they may become great at serving whoever buys them and even be remodelled by them-''\n\n``Get to the fucking point already!'' barked M'hor'daga ``I don't have a''\n\n``I tried my gentler methods on him, but I got nowhere with him. So I thought... why not trying with your harsher methods?''\n\n``And what makes you think my methods will work on him?''\n\n``A hunch...''\n\nM'hor'daga was taken aback by her answer yet again. After a while, she attempted to laugh but it seemed as though she was too shocked and too taken aback to remember how to do that.\n\n``Really?! A fucking hunch?!''\n\n``Have my hunches been wrong, so far?''\n\nM'hor'daga opened her mouth and closed it soon after. It was clear she didn't want to give Mahr'daga the satisfaction of being right. It took her a while, before she spoke again.\n\n``I need more than that! I'm not doing a trade based on a FUCKING HUNCH! Does he have any good qualities, besides displeasing you?''\n\n``Well, for starters, He was a strong warrior when I caught him, and I mean REALLY strong. I actually had to break a sweat to catch him...''\n\n``You break a sweat whenever you have to do ANYTHING!''\n\n``AND- He's defeated two Wretches all by himself''\n\nThat caught M'hor'daga's attention, as well as Dar'gon's the other dragons'. Mar'gon had defeated two wretches all by himself?! Amazing! No dragon had ever managed that feat!\n\nMar'gon though didn't look at al pleased at all by this revelation. In fact, he looked every more scared.\n\n``Really...?''\n\n``Yup. I can tell you how he did it, I saw him do that. It's why I decided to capture him in the first place...'' she purred.\n\nM'hor'daga kept looking between Mar'gon and her sister, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find anything that gave away a lie, or that she was hiding something.\n\n``PLUS...'' continued Mahr'daga ``He's not broken yet...''\n\n``How do I know that?''\n\n``By the fact that he's not madly in love with me. After more than two months. Compare his expression to my other catches, and you'll see what I mean.''\n\nM'hor'daga stared at Mar'gon with eyes that seemed they could scan his very sould and nothing could escape her. She seized him, from claws to wingtip, from muzzle to tailtip. She analyzed his body, looking for the tiniest imperfection or sign that gave Mahr'daga's game away.\n\nMar'gon sat there as if petrified. He was so scared that he couldn't utter a single sound. He even held his breath.\n\n``Pretty, don't you think? He's much stronger than your average wild dragon...'' offered Mahr'daga, as if she was a merchant selling off her goods ``And he's got the looks too...''\n\nM'hor'daga looked at her for a moment, but then resumed analyzing Mar'gon, looking for any weakness. She found none and then had to relent. Still, though, she wasn't entirely sold.\n\n``But you know what the icing on the cake is?'' said Mahr'daga ``I saw the way he looked at me these past couple of weeks, when he thought I wasn't looking... That look of pure anger and hatred...''\n\nThe face M'hor'daga made at that revelation said everything: that had sealed the deal.\n\n``What if he turns out to be a useless runt after all?'' M'hor'daga finally asked, with far less conviction than before.\n\n``Then you'll still have something presentable to show Big Sis, assuming you don't maim him or kill him before we go back home.''\n\nM'hor'daga didn't say anything still. She kept looking at Mar'gon, who still hadn't moved a muscle, pondering her options.\n\n``And you won't tell anything to Big Sis about this?''\n\n``Not a thing... If you'll do the same...'' said Mahr'daga with a wink.\n\nM'hor'daga pondered it some more, but eventually, she came to a decision.\n\n``Fine'' M'hor'daga finally answered ``Bring him over. And take this useless runt away from me!''\n\nThe cavern was suddenly filled with Mar'gon's screams and desperate struggles against his bonds.\n\n(...)\n\n``That's enough'' Mahr'daga uttered suddenly.\n\nThe new dragon immediately stopped worshiping her paws and looked at the dragoness with a look of pure panic on his muzzle.\n\nHe had every reason to be worried.\n\nHe had been worshiping Mahr'daga's paws for some time, and by the look on Mahr'daga's face, she was clearly not impressed with his skills. Not once she had purred, or made any happy sounds.\n\nHis technique was acceptable, but, compared to Dar'gon's, it was really simple, crude, mechanical and... detatched. There was none of the passion, love, submission or even that will to go beyond his training that could be found in Dar'gon's worshiping.\n\nMoreover, it looked as if the dragon didn't really like worshiping the dragoness, despite the copious amounts of pheromones wafting from Mahr'daga's paws. It was as if there was some kind of mental block inside his mind.\n\nThis was a dragon that worshiped because he had to, because he feared the consequences of doing a bad job and because it had been brutally drilled into him. Nothing more.\n\nHe wasn't doing any better than Mar'gon had. In fact, he was doing even worse than him. At least Mar'gon had never shown any kind of mental blocks in worshiping Mahr'daga's paws.\n\nPoor Mar'gon... Just thinking about him made Dar'gon sad. He missed him so much. Was he all right? What was that monster doing to him?\n\nFor a while, Mahr'daga just looked at the dragon, her expression unreadable. She didn't look pleased, but not displeased either. She didn't look happy, but she didn't look disappointed either.\n\nIt's almost as if she had been expecting this...\n\n``How are your wounds?''\n\nThat question stunned Dar'gon, and the dragon too.\n\nWhen that monster M'hor'daga had handed over the dragon to Mahr'daga, and carted of a still struggling and panicked Mar'gon, the first thing the dragoness had done was treating that nasty gash on his neck, as well as his other wounds. \n\nThe dragon replied by uttering a grateful meep, which came out more as a panicky whine.\n\n``Glad to hear it''\n\nDar'gon was thoroughly confused. Why wasn't Mahr'daga mad at him? If Mar'gon had performed like that, she would have definitely, at least, voiced her displeasure by now.\n\nIt made no sense...\n\nHe loved Mahr'daga. He loved her more than life itself. She was his entire world, the entire reason he existed. She was his Godess and Godesses were never wrong. If Mahr'daga had taken in this new dragon, there must have been a good reason...\n\nBut what was it?\n\n``You're trying really hard, I can see that...'' she then said ``But that's not good enough. If you want to be purchsed by a good S'hur'dayan dragoness, and not become an army whore, you'll have to worship much better than that...''\n\nThe dragon was about to make another unmistakably panicked whine, however Mahr'daga stopped him dead in his tracks.\n\n``Make no mistake, there's nothing wrong with being an army whore. You'll still live a much better life than what you've experienced in these forsaken lands...'' she purred ``and what you've experienced under my sister's paw...''\n\nThe dragon though wasn't consoled in the slightest. In fact, he started hiccupping and tears had started to well up inside his eyes.\n\n``But, despite all of your problems, you're not a lost cause, like my sister thought. In fact, there's great potential in you...''\n\nAt those words, the dragon perked up immediately. Dar'gon, meanwhile, was left even more confused.\n\nIF this dragon had potential, he definitely didn't see it. \n\n``Your skills are lacking but it's only because my scumbag sister didn't even bother giving you proper training. As usual, she was too stupid to see your potential. Oh well, her loss... She has no idea that she had a diamond in the rough in her paws and that she let it slip...'' she half-chuckled, half-purred.\n\n``However'' she continued ``some much-needed ``real'' training is in order for you. First things first: you need to learn to worship paws the ``proper'' way. Let my little paw-slut show you how a real dragon slave worship their Mistress...''\n\nDar'gon realised immediately that it was his cue. Without even waiting for a command, he headed towards Mahr'daga already purring and already looking at her with pure adoration in his eyes.\n\nHowever, before he could put his tongue to Mahr'daga's beautiful paws, the dragoness stopped him dead in his tracks by planting her paw on his fore-head.\n\n``Now now, my little paw-slut'' she half-whispered, half-purred ``This is a demonstration... No need to rush...''\n\nShe then looked at the new dragon.\n\n``See how he moved? See the way he looked at me? The way he looked at my paws? That's complete and utter devotion and submission. That's what you should be striving for''\n\nDar'gon, as usual, glowed with pride at those words, his disappointment soon forgotten. This time, though, it felt even better than usual...\n\n``Do you understand?''\n\nThe new dragon nodded, but he already looked like he believed that he could never achieve what Mahr'daga was asking of him.\n\n``Now, watch carefully...''\n\nMahr'daga made a light nod with her head and Dar'gon started worshiping the dragoness's paws perfectly, like only he could do. The moment his tongue touched her paws, Mahr'daga started purring loudly immediately.\n\n``Watch everything my little paw-slut is doing, slave... Study him closely and memorize everything that he does, and how he does it. THIS is how you worship a dragoness properly...''\n\nThe dragon did just that... for a little while. After that though, he started watching Dar'gon very closely too. Fortunately for him, Dar'gon was too lost in pleasure and submission to notice it.\n\n``Now, now... Take it slow, my little paw-slut'' Mahr'daga purred to Dar'gon ``the new slave needs to learn...''\n\nAs much as it hurt, Dar'gon obeyed her orders and started worshiping Mahr'daga's paws in slow-motion, making sure every single one of his acts could be properly observed and studied.\n\n``See how long his licks are? How much pressure he's putting on my pawpads? Look at where his tongue his placed... How it twists and turns... Look at where his nose is...''\n\nDar'gon's pride swelled even more, as Mahr'daga continued to praised him and his amazing worshiping skills. \n\n``Remember, don't just focus on what you're seeing. Pay attention to what you're hearing, too! Hear how he's smelling my pheromones? Hear how loud he's purring? How it's never too high and never too low? How it never competes with his Mistress's?''\n\nSome of these things, Dar'gon had no idea he had been doing until Mahr'daga pointed them out. He didn't feel like just a slave worshiping his beautiful S'handgaran Mistress. He felt like a master of his craft and he was teaching a pupil. \n\nMaybe that was why when Mahr'daga complimented it had felt even better than usual... \n\nAfter a long while of licking, sucking, kissing, sniffing, nuzzling and rubbing, Dar'gon started nuzzling and rubbing his muzzle against Mahr'daga's paws, purring loudly. Once again, every movement he did was in slow motion, and once again, Mahr'daga lauded his work, amid loud purrs and growls.\n\n``See how he purrs louder.... GRRRR...'' she growled ``when he rubs and nuzzles my paws? GRRRR... See how he rubs GRRR... where he rubs... GRRR... and how much pressure... GRRR... he puts in them? Not too much, but not too little... GRRRR...? See how how much pressure... GRRR... he puts behind his nuzzles...''\n\nAll of these compliments, and his rapidly-increasing arousal, made Dar'gon want to get at it even more, but he had to restrain himself. He had to show this new dragon how he was done. He had to help Mahr'daga turning him into a great slave in any way he could.\n\nHe was a master of his craft and he couldn't disappoint or look bad in front of this new dragon.\n\nUnfortunately, he looked much more interested in Dar'gon himself, mostly his rump, rather than what he was doing. This didn't go unnoticed by Mahr'daga.\n\n``Arrrre you watching... GRRRRR.... slave?'' she half-growled, half-slurred.\n\nThe dragon abruptly stopped watching Dar'gon and resumed watching his worshiping, a guilty look on his face. Still, he couldn't help peaking at Dar'gon's body from time to time.\n\nSurprisingly, Mahr'daga didn't say anything more and just reveled in Dar'gon's worshiping some more.\n\nShe was getting really turned on by now, and she was already leaking copiously, despite the fact that Dar'gon was going in slow motion. That was when Dar'gon knew it was time to worship the dragoness's pussy.\n\nHowever, Mahr'daga had other ideas.\n\n``All RRRRrrrright.... GRRRR... paw-slut, you can stop... GRRRR... now...''\n\nReluctantly, Dar'gon stopped worshiping. He really wanted to continue, and so did Mahr'daga, juding by how badly she was slurring and panting already, but this was a demonstration, not the usual worshiping session...\n\n``Now... GRRRR... Did you... GRRRRR... memoRRRRrize everrrRRRrrything?'' she asked the new dragon ``Did you... GRRRR... underrRRRRrstand?'' \n\nThe dragon nodded vigorously again, but by the look on his face it was obvious that the demonstration hadn't stuck to him much. \n\n``THIS...'' she half-growled, half-roared, making the dragon quiver with fear ``is the kind of... GRRRR... level you have to... GRRRRR... peRRRrrrform... if you want to... GRRRR... be bought... GRRRR... by a good Mistress...''\n\nThe dragon nodded again, even more vigorously, even though from the look on his face it was more than obvious that he believed that he could never, even in a million years, come close to match Dar'gon's performance.\n\nThe fact that Mahr'daga told him that every dragoness would expect such a perfromance from him, or something close to that, only terrified him even more.\n\n``HoweverRRRRrr...'' she continued ``if you'rrRRRrre going to be a good slave... GRRRR... you'rRRRre gonna have to do... GRRRR... a lot more than worRRRRrrrshiping paws...''\n\nAs she said this, she grabbed Dar'gon's head and brought it to her pussy. Dar'gon's first instinct was to worship it. Training, lust, submission and desire screaming at the top of their lungs to stuff his face in her pussy, but he restrained himself... just barely.\n\nHe was a good cloaca-slave, and good cloaca-slaves never worshiped without permission... And Mahr'daga hadn't told him or hinted at him to worship her...\n\n``Watch... GRRR.... My little cloaca-slave... GRRRRRRRrrrrr... is gonna show you... GRRRR... how to prRRRroperRRRRly worRRRRRship... GRRRRRrrrrr... a S'handagarRRRRRRan drRRRRRRRragoness's pussy... GRRRR...''\n\nOne look from Mahr'daga was all Dar'gon needed. He buried his snout in the dragoness's pussy and started licking, sucking and kissing. However, he didn't forget to do everything in slow-motion. The demonstration was still ongoing...\n\n``Watch... GRRR... fucking... GRRRRR... closely!'' growled Mahr'daga, so loud and deep, Dar'gon felt his own bones reverberate ``WorRRRrrrrrshiping... GRRRR... pussy is much morRRRRrrrre difficult than... GRRRRrrrrr... paws! If you FUCK UP... GRRRR... or FAIL... GRRRRR... to perform... GRRR... you'll pay the consequenses... GRRRRrrrrrr...''\n\nThe dragon looked even more terrified than before.\n\n``It's an HONORRRRR... GRRRRR...'' she continued ``to worRRRrship a drRRRRRRragoness's pussy... GRRRR... a GIFT...'' she continued ``you DON'T want to... GRRRR... squanderRRRRRr that gift... if you know what's good... GRRRRR... for you...''\n\nThe dragon tried his best to keep his focus on Mahr'daga's pussy and Dar'gon exemplar worshiping. However, no matter how hard he tried, he kept stealing glances at Dar'gon, no matter how hard he tried.\n\n``See... GRRR... wheRRRRrrre he licks? GRRRRR... How much prRRRRrressuRRRRRre... GRRRR... his tongue is applying? WherRRRRRre he kisses? ...GRRRR... WherRRRRRrrre he rRRRRubs...'' Mahr'daga continued exhalting Dar'gon's demostration for a bit before she had to stop. She was so turned on that talking was becoming really difficult for her... \n\nThe dragon nodded but, soon after, he stole a glance at Dar'gon's rump. This time, Mahr'daga didn't let it slide.\n\n``WAAAAAAATCH!'' she roared, scaring the dragon so much that, if he wasn't chained to the wall of the cavern with a very short chain, he would have scampered as far away from her as she could.\n\n``I'll...GGGGGRRRRRRRRRR... be... GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR... testing you... GRRRRR... on this... GRRRR... to see if you leaRRRRRned ANYTHING!!! GRRRR...''\n\nThe threats worked, but only for a little while. It didn't take long for the dragon to resume glancing at Dar'gon's rump.\n\n``STOP!'' Mahr'daga suddenly barked at Dar'gon. \n\nDar'gon stopped abruptly. He felt as if he had just been struck. He feared for a moment that he had done something wrong, until he saw that Mahr'daga wasn't even looking at him...\n\nShe was staring at the dragon, without saying a word. He started shaking really badly under her gaze. He looked like a hatchling staring at a Wretch...\n\nThe dragoness though didn't look disappointed, mad or anything like that. In fact, she was smiling, showing off all of her sharp and pristine teeth.\n\nAn idea had just struck her. A very kinky idea...\n\n``You rRRRRRRrreally like my cloaca-slave... GRRRRRR... don't you?'' she growled after she regained enough composure to talk.\n\nThe dragon was too scared to say anything. Not even a meep left his bound muzzle. He looked as if he had been caught doing something unspeakably wrong and horrible and now his life was over. \n\n``I underRRRrrrstand... GRRRRR... how you feel...'' she continued ``He's the slave... GRRRR... every drRRRRrragoness would... GRRRR... KILL to get theirRRRrrr paws on... GRRR....''\n\nDespite Mahr'daga's words, the dragon didn't calm down, not even a little. He also held his breath as if his life depended on it.\n\n``The perfect... GRRR... pleasurrRRRre slave... GRRR...'' she growled ``Give him... GRRR... any part of yourRRRRrr body... GRRRR... including yourRRRRr FUCKING wingtip... GRRRRR... and he'll worship it... GRRR... perfectly! Give him ten... GRRRR... minutes to make you cum... GRRRR... and he'll do it... GRRRRR... in FIVE! GRRR...'' \n\n``He's beautiful... GRRRRR...'' she continued ``he's adorRRRRRRrable... GRRRRRR... he's submissive... GRRRR... he loves nothing moRRRRe... GRRRR... than worRRRRrshiping his S'handagarRRRRan MistrRRRRress... he would DIE... GRRRRR... RRRrrrather than displease... GRRRRR... his Mistress... orRRR... if she demanded it... GRRRR... frRRRRrom him...''\n\nDar'gon's pride had swollen so much, that he started growling and wagging his tail. Or at least, he was trying to, as his tail was twisted backwards to run parallel his spine and its end was bound to the back of his collar.\n\nStill, even the bondage gear couldn't hide it.\n\nMahr'daga had never complimented him so much in a single day, or lauded his virtues in front of anybody else. He no longer cared about what she was up to, or talking about, as long as she continued complimenting him.\n\n``Yessss...'' growled and slurred the dragoness ``He's been verRRRrrrrRRry, verRRRrrrrRRry good... GRRRRRR.... He's the best... GRRRRR... slave a drrrRRRragoness... GRRRR... could possibly want...''\n\n``THE PERRRRRRFECT SLAVE!'' she roared suddenly.\n\nDar'gon was so happy that he felt tears welling up inside him. He thought that not even the best worshiping in the world would be enough to convey his thanks or how grateful he was...\n\n``Plussss... GRRRR... He's verRRRRRRy good... GRRRR... at giving demonstRRRRRrations... GRRRR... don't you think?''\n\nThe dragon nodded in agreement, though whether it was because he actually agreed with it or because he was scared out of his mind, Dar'gon didn't know.\n\n``Yessss. He's given... GRRRR... such a GrrRRRReat demonstrrRRRRration... GRRRRR...'' she continued ``Don't you think... GRRRR... He deserrRRRves... GRRRRR... a nice rRRRRreward?''\n\nThe dragon looked confused for a moment, but, as he continued looking at Mahr'daga's and her grin, he started perking up, some sort of understanding dawning on him.\n\nDar'gon perked up too at hearing the word ``reward''. He always liked Mahr'daga's rewards! They were always so good! And he got so many of them because he was such a great slave.\n\n``I'm glad... GRRRR... you agrRRRRree...'' She then made a brief nod with her head towards Dar'gon, her grin widening even further. \n\nThe dragon got the hint immediately. He then started, slowly and clumsily, heading towards Dar'gon, as he was nowhere near as good as Dar'gon at walking in bondage.\n\nHe was wearing an expression that he had never seen before: a mixture of excitement and lust. And he was wearing that only for him.\n\nEventually, he reached his destination: right behind Dar'gon. He then immediately dropped down to the floor, so that his head was level with his rump, almost tripping and falling to the floor in the process.\n\n``Go on... GRRRR... my little cloaca-slave... GRRRR... take yourrRRRrrr... GRRRR.... RRRRrrward'' growled Mahr'daga, barely able to contain herself.\n\nThe moment she finished uttering those words, Dar'gon felt somebody lick at his mitted hind-paws!\n\nIt was the dragon! He was licking his paws! No, he wasn't licking them... he was worshiping them! He had taken all he could learn from Dar'gon's demonstration, and he was now applying it onto him!\n\n``Show him... GRRR... how much you appRRRRReciated... GRRRR... his demonstrRRRRation... GRRRR...''\n\nDar'gon had never had his paws worshiped before. It felt weird at first, it tickled too. Before his capture, Dar'gon definitely wouldn't have enjoyed it, especially considering this dragon wasn't doing a very good job.\n\nNow though, after the initial shock... Dar'gon had to admit it... this didn't feel bad at all. \n\nHad Mahr'daga's pheromones changed him that much that he didn't mind getting his paws licked by another male dragon?\n\n``ArRRRRRrrre you.... GRRRRRR... enjoying... GRRRRR... yourRRRRr RRRRRrrreward?'' said Mahr'daga, growling so loudly and so badly that her words were barely intelligible.\n\nDar'gon whined. He couldn't deny it. Him leaking was proof enough, even without the loud purring and the growling.\n\n``Good... GRRR...''\n\nAs time went on, Dar'gon started to really enjoy himself. The dragon had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing everything that he could to give Dar'gon a good paw-licking.\n\nHe was trying really hard and with each passing lick, he got slightly better at it too. He had also started leaking too, that was how aroused he was getting.\n\nNow Dar'gon understood why Mahr'daga enjoyed having her paws worshiped so much, and why she put so much emphasis on training her slaves to be good at worshiping paws...\n\nIt felt good, really good! Despite his paws being forced into mittens, he could feel each and every lick, and each one of them felt great on his paws, despite the dragon not knowing what he was doing.\n\nHis body responded really well to it too! He felt better, after every lick! It really was an amazing feeling.\n\nHe didn't get to revel in it for long though, because soon Mahr'daga had him go back to worshiping her pussy. \n\nNot that he minded, not in the least...\n\nHaving his paws licked was good, but worshiping Mahr'daga's beautiful pussy was much, much better. Nothing made him feel better than that.\n\nAfter just a little while, though, much sooner than usual, she grabbed him by the horns and started muzzle-fucking him. Watching the dragon worship Dar'gon's paws must have really turned on, and really quickly too.\n\nHer assault was as even more ferocious and brutal than usual, but Dar'gon didn't care. In fact, he loved it.\n\nHe was a great cloaca-slave, and great cloaca-slaves loved when their S'handagaran Mistresses fucked their muzzles, no matter how brutal it was.\n\nBesides, he knew that what he was enduring now was nothing, especially when compared to what came next...\n\nAnd indeed, after a comparatively short while, Mahr'daga started muzzle-runting him. Dar'gon could hear the dragon behind him whimper and quiver as he watched, between licks, Mahr'daga destroy his muzzle. \n\nDar'gon though handled it perfectly, not missing a beat or a drop of Mahr'daga's juices. Even when Mahr'daga's runting increased in brutality and speed, he was perfectly able to keep up.\n\nHe was a great cloaca-slave, and great cloaca-slave had to endure heavy abuses easily, without slowing down or relaxing on their worshiping.\n\nMahr'daga's runting became harsher and harsher, its speed increasing much quicker than usual. The dragoness was struggling really hard to maintain her arousal in check, what with Dar'gon's usual exemplary worshiping and the new dragon not doing a horrible job at licking his paws...\n\nEverything was quickly proving to be too much of a turn on for her and she wouldn't last for much longer.\n\nDar'gon was starting to struggle too with keeping his own arousal in check. What with Mahr'daga's pheromones, her beautiful pussy and paws, her brutal runting, his enormous pent-up arousal and with the dragon licking and worshiping his paws...\n\nIt was too much!\n\nHe could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm too. No longer at a snail's pace, but much more quickly than what he had grown used to.\n\nHis cock was leaking so much through the slit, and it was pushing as hard as it could against his metal prison, trying desperately to break free.\n\nHe was now growling so loudly that he could be heard even though his muzzle was being shoved inside Mahr'daga's pussy as far as it could go. \n\nHe was close now, very close...\n\nHe couldn't cum before Mahr'daga, but the chastity belt seemed like it couldn't hold back his mounting pleasure. \n\nMaybe this time...\n\n``HHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!''\n\nUnfortunately, he had been dead wrong. The anti-orgasm spell kicked in, brutally squeezing his dick, pricking it, pinching it, doing every painful thing in the world to his cock so that he couldn't cum.\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nIt hurt. It hurt like crazy! It hurt just as badly as last time!\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nBut he had to endure it. He had to continue worshiping Mahr'daga perfectly. Her pleasure was far more important than his pain, or his own urges. \n\nAnd he still had a dragon to teach...\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nMoreover, despite the spell, and the terrible pain, his pleasure never seemed to truly recede like last time. It dipped but then it kept coming with a vengeance. This, however, meant that the chastity belt would hurt his dick even worse to prevent him from climaxing...\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nIt seemed an endless cycle of blissful pleasure and excruciating pain that would never end until Mahr'daga climaxed or his cock disintegrated...\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nAnd yet, despite the dragoness's brutal and relentless runting, despite the chastity belt hurting his dick like crazy, Dar'gon never lost his rhythm, nor did his performace dip in quality.\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nFortunately, it looked like this cycle wouldn't last for much longer. Mahr'daga looked ready to burst. She couldn't hold out any more.\n\nAnd indeed, after a few short, brutal moments of runting, in which it seemed as though his muzzle would really snap in two, Mahr'daga roared her pleasure loudly as she came hard on his face.\n\nHer roars were powerful enough to shake and crack the walls in a few places. Then, moments later, a huge jet of purple flames erupted from her mouth incinerating and melting the wall.\n\nThe dragon licking Dar'gon's paws recoiled back, scared out of his wits and retreated as much as his chain allowed. \n\nDar'gon, on the other hand, didn't so much as blink as he started gulping down Mahr'daga's cum effortlessly, despite the excruciating pain in his groin. In just a few moments, Mahr'daga's cum started to exercise its effect and numbed his pain. Even the increasingly ravaging heat inside his body, fed by the cum, helped a lot.\n\n``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nGulping down the seemingly-endless flow of the dragoness's cum became easier and easier the more Dar'gon drunk. His pleasure kept increasing esponencially too with every drop of cum he ingested. \n\nHowever, because of this, the spell in his chastity belt worked overtime to prevent him from cumming, going at full power.\n\n``MMMHHPPPHHHHHH!''\n\nAnd yet, as moments passed by, the pain got more and more bearable, while his pleasure, and his heat, kept increasing more and more.\n\n``MMMHHPPPHHHHHH!''\n\nThe pain could no longer overcome his mounting pleasure, despite the chastity belt's spell going at maximum power.\n\n``MMHHPPPHH!''\n\nThe pain had even started to recede and was increasingly becoming overshadowed by the insurmountable pleasure and lust.\n\n``MMHHPPPHH!''\n\nMaybe... maybe this time-\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'' \n\nA new, enormous, wave of pain, much more powerful than what he had felt before coursed through him. Dar'gon felt as if his entire groin had been set on fire, and not just that. His entire rump felt on fire and hind legs as well.\n\nUnlike the previous wave of pain, it wasn't compensated by all the cum that he injested and his heat.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nAlso unlike the previous waves of pain, it increased more and more in intensity as the moments passed, quickly canceling his pleasure.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nIt was the most excruciating pain Dar'gon had ever felt in his life.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nAnd yet, he didn't falter. He didn't gag, or cough, or splutter, or let a single drop go to waste, despite Mahr'daga's flow of cum not wavering in the slightest and the horrendous pain in his groin and his rump and his hind legs feeling as if they were about to be ripped off from him.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nIt was pure torture, but, he had to endure it. A great cloca-slave like him not only had to worshiping his Mistress for hours and hours, to perfection, without respite, or gulp down her cum without spilling anything, or be beautiful and perfectly submissive...\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nHe had to endure the worst of pains and torture for the whole time he was worshiping his Mistress, or for how long she demanded.\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nEven if it was the most excruciating pain in his life, even if he was being quartered, ripped to pieces or dying, he had to endure the pain, and he would endure! \n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\n For Mahr'daga, he would endure everything!\n\n``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''\n\nEventually, after what felt like an eternity, Mahr'daga's flow did start to slow down, ever so slightly,and, as usual, it took a long time for the flow to stop completely. When it did though, her rump was pristine and not a single drop had fallen onto the floor.\n\nA perfect job of worshiping, as usual, but it hadn't come without a cost.\n\nDar'gon's rump and groin, hurt as if they had been burned, skinned, and whipped with the Punisher for an entire month. He no longer had feelings in his hind legs. His dick also felt like it was about to fall off his slit. \n\nThat spell had been far too powerful. \n\nFortunately, the heat inside his body was strong enough to keep the worst of the pain at bay somewhat. It would take a while for the pain to go away entirely, even with heat and arousal, but it had been worth it. \n\nIt had been SO worth it! Everything that Mahr'daga put him through, was SO worth it!\n\nAfter a little while, when Mahr'daga had stopped blowing flames, when her breathing was slower and more regular, she looked at Dar'gon, wearing the same expression that she wore before they had been interrupted by M'hor'daga.\n\nIt was the look of an extremely hungry, extremely dominant and extremely powerful dragoness that wanted the whole world and everything in it. It was also the look of a dragoness that loved him, truly loved him and wanted him, completely and utterly.\n\nShe also looked far prouder than she had ever looked, as if he had done something extraordinary.\n\n``Amazing... GRRRR...'' she hissed ``VerRRRRry few slavessss... GRRRR... can activate... GRRRR... the emerrRRRRrrgency spell... GRRRR... of the chastity belt... GRRR...''\n\n``You RRRRReally arRRRe... GRRRR...'' she continued ``amazing... GRRR... an amazing cloaca slave... GRRR...''\n\nDar'gon felt like fainting, from sheer happiness, pride, from the excruciating pain in his rump, groin and hind legs, and from the excruciating heat inside his body which was battling the pain in his body.\n\n``You deserRRRrve... GRRRR... anotheRRRRRr RRRRReward... GRRRR... forRRRRR that... GRRRRR...'' \n\nThe dragoness then turned towards the dragon who, once again, looked at her with dread, scared out of his wits by how Mahr'daga had behaved while climaxing.\n\n``THIS... GRRRRR... is how a S'handagarRRRRran DrrRRRRRRRagoness... GRRRR... must be pleased... GRRRR... and worrRRRRRRrrrshipped! THIS... GRRRR... is what it'll be EXPECTED... GRRRR... from you...''\n\nThe dragon looked even more terrified now. Worshiping well a S'handagaran dragoness's paws was already difficult enough for him. Worshiping well a S'handagaran dragoness's pussy? Plus, making her cum? Impossible.\n\n``Don't worrRRRRrrry...'' she growled ``You'll get... GRRRRR... plenty of trRRrrrraining... GRRRRR... you'll make a wonderRRrful slave... GRRRR... eventually... You'RRRRRe... GRRRRR... alRRRRready on the... GRRRRRR... RRRRRight tRRRRRRack... GRRRR... You've alRRRRRready done... GRRRR... much betteRRRRRR...''\n\nThose words did the trick. \n\nSuddenly the dragon looked at her with different eyes. He no longer looked at her fear, but with respect and with adoration. The fact that Mahr'daga believed in him seemed to have light a small fire inside him. \n\nHe no longer cared that he would never be as good as Dar'gon. He wanted to give it his best, no matter what. He would become worthy of being a S'handagaran dragoness's slave. He wouldn't betray her trust!\n\n``I knew...GRRRR... I made the RRRRRight choice...'' Mahr'daga growled, making the dragon purr and cry by sheer happiness and gratitude.\n\nSatisfied by the dragon's reaction, Mahr'daga then looked at Dar'gon with that ravenous expression, the one that demanded all the worshiping and submission that a dragoness could dream of and would never take anything other than an enthusiatic ``YES''.\n\nDar'gon didn't need words or orders. He didn't need Mahr'daga to order him to worship her pussy. He didn't even need small hints either. He resumed worshiping her pussy immediately and Mahr'daga resumed growling again.\n\n``Continue...'' she then growled towards the dragon who immediately resumed licking Dar'gon's paws.\n\n(...)\n\n``Good morning, my little paw-slut...''\n\nThose words stirred Dar'gon from his sleep, the first, real one that he had had in weeks. He had to make Mahr'daga cum no less than times, before she was finally sated. Then had to worship her paws for the rest of the night.\n\nHowever, at one point, exhaustion had taken over and he passed out. The pheromones from Mahr'daga's paws, no longer just prevented his heat from getting any worse, they actually lessened it after a while. \n\nThey must have numbed it so much, and he must have been so exhausted that his heat could no longer held back his tiredness any longer.\n\n``Did you sleep well?''\n\nDar'gon responded with a tired moan. It only just then struck him that he had been sleeping instead of worshiping Mahr'daga's paws. \n\nFortunately, the dragoness hadn't minded one bit. In fact, she looked a bit relieved to hear that.\n\n``Glad to hear it...'' purred the dragoness ``How about you, my little slave-worshiper?''\n\nThe dragon behind Dar'gon gave a tired moan of his own. \n\nHe had been licking his paws for a long time as Dar'gon worshiped the dragoness's pussy until she was finally sated. Right before she tucked in for the night, Mahr'daga had him worshiping one of her paws one more time, to see how much he had absorbed from Dar'gon's demonstration. \n\nHe had done much better than before, but it was clear that he had enjoyed worshiping Dar'gon's much more and that he would never be as good as Dar'gon when it came to worshiping S'handagaran dragonesses.\n\nAnd yet, Mahr'daga hadn't been annoyed or disappointed in any way, shape or form at his performance.\n\n``Your worshiping skills have already gotten so much better, and in such a short time too...'' she had told him ``One day, and you're already much better than my previous slave...''\n\nThe dragon responded by purring happily, very happily. Despite having just woken up, he looked already full of energy.\n\nOnce he saw that Dar'gon was awake, he greeted him by nuzzling him. \n\nThat shocked Dar'gon out of his sleepiness! Such intimate show of affection between adults were reserved for lovers, not strangers who had just met!\n\n``Awww... how cute...'' purred Mahr'daga ``He really likes you, my little paw-slut''\n\nThis was so confusing! Part of him appreciated it, but for the most part... He had no idea what to do! He had never been hit on by another dragon, especially a complete stranger!\n\n``Don't you like him too?'' purred the dragoness.\n\nThat question stunned him. He had never harbored any feelings for male dragons, for as long as he had been alive.\n\nBefore, he would have definitely said no. Mostly because of the years and years of hatred for same-sex relationships that had been drilled into him since he was a hatchling, and because of shame, rather than out of actual revulsion.\n\nBut now... Now that the thought about it... Maybe the fact he had never felt disgusted by same-sex relationships was why... Or maybe it was because of Mahr'daga's pheromones... \n\nBut... He had to admit it... The dragon was definitely no Mahr'daga, but he did look kind of cute.\n\nHe nodded. \n\nThat shocked the dragon. For a moment he looked like he was about to cry. But then he started nuzzling him harder in response.\n\n``Don't you think he'd make such a cute companion for you?'' purred Mahr'daga louder still.\n\nHe nodded again. He was nowhere near as perfect, sensual, strong as Mahr'daga, but he was still cute.\n\nHe nuzzled the dragon back and the dragon immediately started purring loudly and nuzzled with all the love he could muster. He had even started crying a little.\n\nDar'gon started purring a little too. He still missed Mar'gon terribly, but watching this dragon being so happy... was still very good to see and made him happy too.\n\n``That's why I took him in...'' said Mahr'daga ``I saw the way he looked at you... I could clearly tell that he was interested in you. And I thought... that he'd make such a cute companion for you...''\n\nDar'gon hadn't seen any of what Mahr'daga had seen, or realized what she had realized ages ago, but now he did. He knew he had been foolish to doubt Mahr'daga, even for a second. She was right. She was always right. She was a Goddess and Goddesses are never wrong.\n\n``Such a beautiful, wonderful, perfect slave like you... deserves such a cute companion.'' she added ``It's one of the best honors you could have been bestowed upon. Only the best slaves get a companion of their own...''\n\nDar'gon purred louder at Mahr'daga's words. At that moment, he truly felt like a member of Mahr'daga's harem, and the best one too. He nuzzled harder and harder and purred louder still.\n\n``Enjoy it... You've earned it...''\n\nAs she left the two of them nuzzling each other like lovers, Mahr'daga turned her gaze to the far side of the cavern, where the twins lied chained to the wall and shackled together by their collars. \n\n``How about you, my little pain-sluts?''\n\nBoth of them gave out tired moans in response. Mahr'daga had knocked both of them out with her poisonous appendage before the worshiping session had started and they had both slept throughout the entire night.\n\n``Glad to hear it...''\n\nThey looked as sad and dejected as when Mahr'daga had told them that she couldn't play with them because she had to ``try'' the new slave.\n\n``Then again... if you hadn't wined and complained so much... I wouldn't have to knock both of you out...'' she said in a patronizing tone ``You clearly need some lessons in slave manners...''\n\nBoth twins hung their heads, looking like hatchlings who had misbehaved badly and were overwhelmed by shame.\n\n``But don't worry...'' she purred ``I know just the thing to knock some sense and discipline into you... I have a whip back home that I can't wait to try on you... It's almost as powerful as the Punisher but much more fun...''\n\nThe twins perked up immediately, in the same way Dar'gon did whenever he had to worship Mahr'daga. They even started moaning and whining already as they thought of all the pain they would have to endure!\n\n``My... my... We're not home yet!'' she chuckled ``But, if you me to test my new toy on you... I suggest you be on your best behaviour from now on...'' she finished with an edge to her voice.\n\nThe twins got the message immediately and quieted down, after nodding strongly to show that they understood.\n\nSatisfied with the twins' response, Mahr'daga then returned her gaze to Dar'gon and the dragon who were still nuzzling. The dragon was really going at it, as if he had just found the lover of his life.\n\n``Awww... you two look SO adorable... It's such a shame that I have to separate you... Or maybe not...'' she finished, a feral grin spreading on her muzzle.\n\nThe dragon and Dar'gon stopped nuzzling and looked at Mahr'daga, confused.\n\n(...)\n\nMahr'daga took one last look at the cavern, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, taking her sweet time, as usual. Then she checked the chains, to make sure all her four slaves were secured to her. \n\nShe took even more of her sweet time doing this last bit, just like she had taken her sweet time shackling all of the dragons.\n\nThe twins were chained at her sides, as usual, Dar'gon was chained to her pussy, the slave's place of honor, while the other dragon, on the other hand, hadn't been chained to one of the twins, like Mar'gon had been.\n\nHe had been chained to Dar'gon's chaste groin.\n\nHe was purring in pleasure and leaking already, and so was Dar'gon. He had never had somebody chained to his groin before. It was so hot. And everytime the dragon took a breath, it stimulated his chaste cock, making him leak even more.\n\nThe constant stream pheromones and juices from an already turned on Mahr'daga made him even more aroused.\n\nNow he also understood why Mahr'daga loved to have Dar'gon bound to her pussy whenever she walked, or why a dragoness would want to have a dragon shackled to her pussy...\n\nStill, it was very cumbersome. He had no idea how Mahr'daga managed to walk in this state so effortlessly and so regally too, and with so many slaves chained to her...\n\n``Having fun down there?'' teased the dragoness.\n\nDar'gon moaned and so did the dragon. \n\n``Aren't you proud, my little cloaca-slave?'' she purred ``Bound to your Mistress's pussy, and having a dragon bound to your groin... you have no idea how much of an honor I bestowed upon you... Only slaves belonging to extremely high-ranking dragonesses of the S'hur'dayan Empire can afford to have such a privilege...''\n\nDar'gon's felt... not just extremely proud, not just ``extremely accomplished''... He felt, for the first time in his life, like he was superior to others, both in skill and rank.\n\nHim being bound to Mahr'daga's pussy already marked him as a ``superior'' slave, but having another dragon bound to his groin further reinforced it. He wasn't just a dragon, or just a slave, he was elite! \n\nAnd it was the best feeling in the world.\n\n``You have every reason to be proud. You've achieved so much, in such a short time, for an unclaimed slave... unclaimed... not for long... hopefully...'' she added, growling the last words.\n\nThat phrase sent Dar'gon over the moon, literally. Every time Mahr'daga talked about claiming him as one of her slave, make him a member of her harem, he would almost faint from sheer happiness.\n\nHe wanted to be claimed by her. He wanted it so badly that just thinking about being unclaimed hurt his body and mind.\n\nHe wanted nothing more in the world, in his life, than being a part of her harem!\n\n``All right! We've rested enough! Let's go!''\n\nMahr'daga started moving and everybody followed suit. Nobody had any problems following the dragoness. The new dragon though was an entirely different story. He struggled immediately, right out of the bat. \n\nHe already wasn't good at walking in bondage gear, and the fact that he was now forced to walk like this, was proving to be too much for him.\n\nThey had only made a couple of steps when he tripped and fell. When he did, he dragged Dar'gon's rump down too, along with the rest of him, except for his head, which remained chained to Mahr'daga's pussy.\n\nThe dragon let out a loud, apologetic whine from under Dar'gon's rump. Dar'gon, even though annoyed, responded with a compassionate whine of his own.\n\nDar'gon got up immediately without a struggle. The dragon, on the other hand, struggled a bit to regain his footing.\n\nThe group made another couple of steps before the dragon tripped and fell again, dragging Dar'gon down with him, again.\n\nHe let out another apologetic whine once he got up again. Dar'gon let out another, quiter, compassionate whine but after the third fall, he was no longer in the mood for forgiveness or compassion. \n\nIf it wasn't for the pheromones from Mahr'daga's pussy, he would have been downright pissed. Not even newly born hatchlings were this clumsy at walking.\n\nThe twins looked visibly annoyed as well. They clearly didn't enjoy the fact that they had to stop every two steps. They even shot the new dragon scathing looks.\n\nMahr'daga looked far from pleased too.\n\n``That... Was... Fucking terrible, slave. Not good enough...'' she said in a disapproving tone, uttering those words as if they were daggers slicing through the new dragon's scales and meat. \n\n``Even a S'handagaran Dragoness who loves nothing more than having excuses to hurt their slaves would get fed up quickly with such clumsiness''\n\nThe dragon let out panicked, apologetic noises but Mahr'daga wasn't moved in the slightest. \n\n``My previous slave at least knew how to walk in bondage, and didn't trip after every few steps...''\n\nThe dragon had started hiccupping badly and tears were welling up inside his eyes.\n\n``But don't worry'' continued the dragoness ``Unlike my scumbag sister, I can actually forgive my slaves and not punish them brutally for every mistake. Especially when they show me that they want to do everything in their power to fix them...''\n\nThe dragon perked up a little but he still looked absolutely crestfallen, embarassed and ashamed.\n\n``However...'' she continued ``my patience is not endless. So, unless you want me to go back on the trade, I'd better see big improvements from you, really fast. No S'handagaran Dragoness would want a clumsy slave that can only worship other slaves. Do you understand?''\n\nThe dragon nodded vigorously, or at least tried to, and almost made Dar'gon fall down a fourth time!\n\n``Are you going to walk like a proper slave?''\n\nThe dragon responded with the most submissive whine he could muster. He also nodded again. This time, he didn't make Dar'gon almost fall down. \n\n``Good. Let's go.''\n\nThe dragon tripped only two more times on the way out of the cave but didn't fall down like the last three times. However, they were moving much slower than they had during the previous trip. If this was the pace, they would probably take weeks to get to their destination.\n\nDar'gon hated to admit it, but he kind of understood why that monster of a dragoness was mad at this dragon. It didn't justify what she did to him, though! He tried really hard... and he did his very best... but so had Mar'gon...\n\nMar'gon... He missed him so much...\n\nHow was he? He hoped he was doing fine, but he doubted it. That monster had probably broken him in a million pieces already...\n\nThe group eventually reached the outside of the cave, after what felt like an entire hour. Once outside, Mahr'daga stopped and smelled the air.\n\n``Aaaaahhhhhhhhh.... nothing like a beautiful day for a walk!''\n\nDar'gon had no idea what the sky looked like, but he could have sworn the ground looked a bit cloudier than yesterday.\n\n``For once I agree with you'' called another familiar voice. It was M'hor'daga.\n\nMahr'daga looked towards her, ready with a retort, but whatever she wanted to tell her never made it past her jaws. She stood still as if frozen, staring at her sister with her muzzle wide open in shock.\n\nDar'gon turned around as much as his bonds allowed and what he saw shocked him as well. Even the twins and the other dragon looked shocked. \n\nIt was Mar'gon. \n\nHe was covered in cuts, bruises, bite marks, from muzzle to tail. Many of his wounds were still bleeding. Many patches of scales were missing from his body. His rump looked like it had been skinned alive and was dripping blood over the dirt.\n\nHe had never seen his friend so battered, bruised and beat up. Even when he had battled the Wretches he had never taken this much of a beating. He looked worse than all the twelve slaves M'hor'daga had captured combined.\n\nThat however, wasn't what was most shocking.\n\nHe was bound to M'hor'daga's pussy, just like Dar'gon was! \n\nHe was growling angrily and loudly. He sounded pissed, yet, there was no mistaking how much he was aroused, judging by how much he was leaking through his chastity belt!\n\nHe struggled hardly against his bonds, but M'hor'daga continued on, unperturbed. He struggled and struggled but to no avail. And yet... he continued struggling, and the more he did... the more he leaked, and so did the dragoness.\n\nNot once he tripped or fell... he moved with a purpose and skill that he didn't have before. There was a fire in his eyes that he never had when he was with Mahr'daga. There was clear hatred in them for M'hor'daga, but there was also... love?\n\nThe other dragons bound to M'hor'daga were all staring in amazement at Mar'gon, as if they couldn't believe their eyes either. Not one of them sported a new injury from the day before.\n\n``You were right!'' M'hor'daga said `` This slave is really that good! A really good rape-slut! You have no idea how much how much fun I had with him last night! Best fucking slave I've ever had! Best fucking slave! Period!''\n\nMar'gon growled loudly, despite M'hor'daga showering him with compliments. It was an angry growl, full of rage and hatred, and yet full of lust and love as well.\n\n``Why don't you take my other slaves in? I don't need them anymore! This rape-slut is all I need!''\n\nShe laughed out loud, as if she had just told the most hilarious joke ever. It was the loudest, most evil laughter imaginable. \n\nShe then walked past Mahr'daga who was still too shocked to respond, the smuggest of expressions on her muzzle.\n\nFor a brief moment, Mar'gon's eyes met Dar'gon's. He growled and gave him a look of pure loathing before he got dragged away, still struggling, and leaking harder still.\n\nWhat had that monster done to his friend?\n\nTO BE CONTINUED\n\n PAGE \\* MERGEFORMAT 1 \n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "CHAPTER 5

TRADE

The new dragoness sported the same black scales and purple stripes as Mahr'daga, the same curved horns and the same stinger-like appendage on her tail too. Her eyes were also of the same deep-purple color.

The similarities though ended there.

She was taller and more muscled than Mahr'daga. She sported some scars and even some missing patches of scales on her flanks, spine and legs. Her tail appendage showed some dents as well.

While Mahr'daga carried herself with elegance and pose, this dragoness moved like a predator about to attack, ready to deliver the killing blow to her prey. She even wore a feral expression that could very well inflict terror and fear as it could on whoever was unfortunate enough to meet her.

Her claws, despite being dented in several places, looked far sharper and deadlier than Mahr'daga's. Her teeth were the same. Despite being dented in several places, but they looked like they could bite a dragon's head off, literally.

What stood at the cave's entrance was a dragoness that wasn't afraid to get dirty or to get blood on her claws. This was a dragoness that relished on hurting her victims, and even killing too.

This was not a dragoness any wild dragon wanted to meet, not if they valued their lives.

Chained to her, were twelve cowering, battered and bruised dragons sporting the same bondage gear Dar'gon wore. They were all fire dragons, but none of their markings or colors was familiar to Dar'gon.

They sported many cuts, bruises, missing scales, swollen eyes and even muzzles. Many were old, others were new and still oozed blood. Two of them sported broken horns. One dragon had a nasty gash on his neck and another one had a hole in his chest plates.

At least half of the slaves chained to her were limping. One of them couldn't even lay down one of their forelegs, another one could barely lay down his right hind leg. Some had their wings bent at weird angles. One of them even breathed with difficulty.

Every one of them kept staring at the new dragoness with pure terror, as if afraid she might suddenly snap and hurt them. The only exception was the dragon with gash on his neck, who kept stealing curious glances at Dar'gon.

``Grrrrr..... M'horRRRrrr'daga...'' hissed Mahr'daga as she let go of Dar'gon's head, wearing a huge scowl on her face.

``I see you got yourself another useless slut...'' taunted the new dragoness, called M'hor'daga, wearing a scowl of her own to match Mahr'daga's, as she entered the cavern, dragging her twelve captive dragons along with her.

Her voice was deeper than Mahr'daga's and had a constant edge of anger, contempt and cruelty to it.

Mahr'daga didn't respond, though she really wanted to, judging by how loud she was growling, from her murderous glare and from how much flame she expelled from her nostrils.

She couldn't talk in a coherent manner so soon after she had just finished orgasming, and when she panted as hard as she did.

``No... wait a minute...''

M'hor'daga looked at the rest of the dragons bound to Mahr'daga. The twins huddled closer to the dragoness. Dar'gon felt like stuffing his entire head inside the Mahr'daga's pussy, just so he could escape from the glare of M'hor'daga.

Mar'gon meanwhile remained where he was, staring at M'hor'daga with the same blank expression that he had been wearing for the past week.

``Wow! You caught four?! Amazing!'' she commented with as much sarcasm as she could muster, not even trying to put on a shocked face ``That must be a new record for you! You usually catch only one or two at a time... If you're lucky!'' and she let out a mirthless laugh at her own barb.

Once again, Mahr'daga didn't respond. Although, despite M'hor'daga trying to get a rise of out of her, and geing caught in such an intimate moment, she was actually managing to calming down. Her growls were getting much quieter than before and she wasn't panting as hard.

``You'd think that after Big Sis's talk, you'd have finally realized that we're running a business and we aren't on a fucking pleasure vacation!''

``How many fucking times do you have to be told?'' she continued ``How many fucking times do you have to be told that you're paid to CAPTURE slaves, not FUCKING them! They aren't even yours and they never will be! You got enough already!''

A brief flash of pure, rabid, white-hot anger flashed on Mahr'daga's muzzle at those last words. It lasted only for a moment, but it didn't go unnoticed by M'hor'daga.

``Don't get mad! It's the truth and you fucking know it! Maybe you should have another talk with Big Sis... Oh wait, I forgot. You can't, because if you do, you'll be out!''

M'hor'daga was relentless, taking full advantage of the fact that Mahr'daga couldn't speak. Still, she managed to calm herself further still. She was no longer growling or spitting flames from her nostrils anymore. She had even managed to get up though and her legs didn't shake too badly.

``And good fucking riddance that would be! We don't need lazy leeches like you!'' she finished, before she spat flaming saliva on the ground.

Only then, did Mahr'daga finally respond.

``And you'd think that after Big Sis's talk, you'd treat your slaves a little bit better...'' Her voice was hard, cold, but clear and collected; laced with venom and anger, but never exploding into full unbrindled rage.

``Instead...''

She let the word hang in the air as she scanned all of M'hor'daga's captive dragons and they all scampered as far back as their bonds and broken bodies allowed, except for the one dragon with a bleeding gash, only because he was too busy staring at Dar'gon.

When he noticed the dragoness staring at him, he did scamper back, and almost tripped.

``Look at them! Poor things... How much training will they require to function properly again? Weeks? Months?''

M'hor'daga didn't respond. She just shrugged her wings to show that she didn't know and she didn't care either.

``How much time will they require to heal properly? Months? Years?''

Once again, M'hor'daga shrugged, her face conveying that she really couldn't care less, but also that she was really annoyed by Mahr'daga's questions.

``Do we really have to hire a medic just to make sure your catches don't die or become permanently crippled?''

For the third time, M'hor'daga shrugged. She had grown more and more annoyed though. Unlike Mahr'daga, she really couldn't hide her emotions at all, nor keep them in check.

``What can they do, beside being scared out their little wits? Did you teach them anything besides fearing you to death?''

This time, M'hor'daga scowled and didn't even try to shrug, but she still didn't say anything.

``I got only four, but they're fully functional slaves who will have no trouble finding owners in the S'hur'dayan Empire. You on the other hand have twelve broken toys that no S'hur'dayan dragoness worth their salt would buy. Even their army wouldn't want them as whores...''

M'hor'daga's scowl turned into a murderous expression that could have killed anyone with stare alone, but once again didn't say anything.

``So, LITTLE sister...'' continued the dragoness ``did you came here just to insult me or did you come to see how a real S'handagaran dragoness dominates her slaves? You could learn a thing or two...''

``You could learn a thing or two from ME about NOT to be a LAZY FUCKER!'' M'hor'daga finally roared, letting out all the rage she had accumulated, wearing an expression that could have laid waste to entire swaths of land.

``You may capture ``good'' slaves, but in the end I'M the one that's keeping this fucking organization up and running! Nobody in this fucking organization catches as many slaves as I do! NOBODY! If we had to rely on YOU, we'd be wiped out in a FUCKING MONTH!'' M'hor'daga kept roaring, spitting flames from nostrils and mouth every now and then.

``While you're wasting your time fucking your catches, the Purple Fangs keeps getting more and more powerful and soon they'll be challenging us directly! Do you understand that if things don't change we might LOSE the fucking Sand Dunes to them?! Do you even CARE?!''

Mahr'daga wore a blank expression, which angered M'hor'daga even further.

``Of course you don't! All you care about is fucking your catches! We may lose parts of our turf and you don't give a SHIT! All you care about is yourself! FUCK EVERYBODY ELSE! If we lose the Sand Dunes - I swear to S'ekh'daraga - I will KILL you MYSELF!''

``Are you done?'' asked Mahr'daga eventually in a bored tone, looking not the least bit intimitated, unnerved or rattled by M'hor'daga's outburst and threats, as if this wasn't the first time they had this conversation.

``Yes!'' spat M'hor'daga after a few moments ``I'm fucking done wasting time with you!'' and she turned around to leave.

``Well, I'm not'' announced Mahr'daga, making M'hor'daga stop dead in her tracks.

``*Sigh... What the fuck do you want now? Wanna prove me wrong for fucking once?''

Mahr'daga didn't respond, at first. She just took one long gander at the dragon with the gash on his neck, who kept stealing glances at Dar'gon.

``What did he do?'' she finally asked.

``Why do you care?'' spat M'hor'daga.

``What has he done to you that you to earn that nasty gash?''

``None of your fucking business!''

``Wasn't enough of a runt for you?''

``He's fucking useless! He can't do anything right! Everything I tell him to do, he fucks it up! He can't even follow orders properly! Can't worship properly, can't take it properly... FUCKING NOTHING! He can't even fucking walk right! He keeps tripping and falling!''

The dragon in question looked like he wanted to disappear into the dirt below him, and only the chain shackling him to the other dragons prevented him from doing it.

``So yesterday I had enough of his fuck ups and snapped! Should have fucking killed him right there and then. I don't know why I didn't... Fucking waste of life!''

By the time M'hor'daga was finished, the dragon really looked like a corpse of a dragon that had been beaten to death.

``So why didn't you? Why didn't you kill him, if he's so useless?'' prompted Mahr'daga ``Could it be... because if you had done it, Big Sis would banish you from the Black Jaws?''

M'hor'daga bristled. Unlike Mahr'daga, she didn't recover quickly.

``Thought so...'' taunted Mahr'daga ``You're so predictable, little sister...''

``Not as much as you!'' spat M'hor'daga after a while ``I know where you're getting at this! He may be a worthless piece of dead meat but I'm not handing him over to you! I'm not rewarding your laziness!''

``Relax... I wasn't suggesting you just hand him over to me''

``Then what the fuck do you want? To trade him?!''

``Yes'' answered Mahr'daga, simply.

M'hor'daga was so surpirsed by that answer that her jaws hanged wide open in a comical O.

``You do know what a trade is, don't you?''

``I- I know what a trade is!'' M'hor'daga spluttered ``It's- Since when you want to make trades with me? You keep saying all I capture is useless trash!''

``Since today...'' answered Mahr'daga ``Since I deciced that THIS slave...'' she gestured towards Mar'gon ``is not good enough for me''

That phrase sent huge, invisible shocks throughout the cavern and even beyond. M'hor'daga, for a moment, looked as though she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Dar'gon stared incredulously at Mahr'daga, as much as his bound head allowed, as if he couldn't believe his ears either. The twins did the same too.

That, however, was nothing compared to how Mar'gon felt. He had a look of aject terror and panic on his muzzle. He made panicked sounds and motions. He gave gave Mahr'daga pleading looks, that screamed that he was sorry for all the things he had done, but the dragoness wasn't moved in the slightest.

The dragon who kept stealing glances at Dar'gon on the other hand, perked up immediately. He looked like he was feeling happy for the first time in his life, or in far too long...

``What?!'' M'hor'daga said eventually ``The great, infallible Mahr'daga has made a mistake?! And she admits it?! To ME?! I must be dreaming!''

She then waited a little for a retort, or some kind of rebuttal from Mahr'daga. When it didn't come, she continued.

``What has he done? Failed to meet your impossible standards? Made one teeny, tiny little mistake when worshiping your stinking paws? Made you cum a few seconds too late than you would have liked?''

Once again, M'hor'daga waited for some kind of retort from Mahr'daha. Instead she just asked: ``Are you interested or not?''

M'hor'daga scoffed ``Why the fuck should I bother taking your trash?''

``Because it would fit right along with your catches?'' joked Mahr'daga. M'hor'daga growled loudly, showing all of her teeth, and looked ready to bite her head off for that.

``Relax... I was joking... Besides, who said he was trash?'' responded Mahr'daga ``He's a good slave... He would just be a better fit for you...''

There was a moment of silence in which M'hor'daga stared at her sister, looking for any trace of betrayal or something that might give her game away, but she found nothing of the sort.

``You're lying...''

``You know I'm not good with lies''

``Why do you want to give him to me? You keep saying all I do is ruin slaves! That I'm too harsh-''

``And that's exactly why'' interruped Mahr'daga ``Your training methods are harsh, cruel, unforgiving... My methods, on the other paw, are gentle, designed to figure out the slave's potential and to maximize their skills, so that they may become great at serving whoever buys them and even be remodelled by them-''

``Get to the fucking point already!'' barked M'hor'daga ``I don't have a''

``I tried my gentler methods on him, but I got nowhere with him. So I thought... why not trying with your harsher methods?''

``And what makes you think my methods will work on him?''

``A hunch...''

M'hor'daga was taken aback by her answer yet again. After a while, she attempted to laugh but it seemed as though she was too shocked and too taken aback to remember how to do that.

``Really?! A fucking hunch?!''

``Have my hunches been wrong, so far?''

M'hor'daga opened her mouth and closed it soon after. It was clear she didn't want to give Mahr'daga the satisfaction of being right. It took her a while, before she spoke again.

``I need more than that! I'm not doing a trade based on a FUCKING HUNCH! Does he have any good qualities, besides displeasing you?''

``Well, for starters, He was a strong warrior when I caught him, and I mean REALLY strong. I actually had to break a sweat to catch him...''

``You break a sweat whenever you have to do ANYTHING!''

``AND- He's defeated two Wretches all by himself''

That caught M'hor'daga's attention, as well as Dar'gon's the other dragons'. Mar'gon had defeated two wretches all by himself?! Amazing! No dragon had ever managed that feat!

Mar'gon though didn't look at al pleased at all by this revelation. In fact, he looked every more scared.

``Really...?''

``Yup. I can tell you how he did it, I saw him do that. It's why I decided to capture him in the first place...'' she purred.

M'hor'daga kept looking between Mar'gon and her sister, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find anything that gave away a lie, or that she was hiding something.

``PLUS...'' continued Mahr'daga ``He's not broken yet...''

``How do I know that?''

``By the fact that he's not madly in love with me. After more than two months. Compare his expression to my other catches, and you'll see what I mean.''

M'hor'daga stared at Mar'gon with eyes that seemed they could scan his very sould and nothing could escape her. She seized him, from claws to wingtip, from muzzle to  tailtip. She analyzed his body, looking for the tiniest imperfection or sign that gave Mahr'daga's game away.

Mar'gon sat there as if petrified. He was so scared that he couldn't utter a single sound. He even held his breath.

``Pretty, don't you think? He's much stronger than your average wild dragon...'' offered Mahr'daga, as if she was a merchant selling off her goods ``And he's got the looks too...''

M'hor'daga looked at her for a moment, but then resumed analyzing Mar'gon, looking for any weakness. She found none and then had to relent. Still, though, she wasn't entirely sold.

``But you know what the icing on the cake is?'' said Mahr'daga ``I saw the way he looked at me these past couple of weeks, when he thought I wasn't looking... That look of pure anger and hatred...''

The face M'hor'daga made at that revelation said everything: that had sealed the deal.

``What if he turns out to be a useless runt after all?'' M'hor'daga finally asked, with far less conviction than before.

``Then you'll still have something presentable to show Big Sis, assuming you don't maim him or kill him before we go back home.''

M'hor'daga didn't say anything still. She kept looking at Mar'gon, who still hadn't moved a muscle, pondering her options.

``And you won't tell anything to Big Sis about this?''

``Not a thing... If you'll do the same...'' said Mahr'daga with a wink.

M'hor'daga pondered it some more, but eventually, she came to a decision.

``Fine'' M'hor'daga finally answered ``Bring him over. And take this useless runt away from me!''

The cavern was suddenly filled with Mar'gon's screams and desperate struggles against his bonds.

(...)

``That's enough'' Mahr'daga uttered suddenly.

The new dragon immediately stopped worshiping her paws and looked at the dragoness with a look of pure panic on his muzzle.

He had every reason to be worried.

He had been worshiping Mahr'daga's paws for some time, and by the look on Mahr'daga's face, she was clearly not impressed with his skills. Not once she had purred, or made any happy sounds.

His technique was acceptable, but, compared to Dar'gon's, it was really simple, crude, mechanical and... detatched. There was none of the passion, love, submission or even that will to go beyond his training that could be found in Dar'gon's worshiping.

Moreover, it looked as if the dragon didn't really like worshiping the dragoness, despite the copious amounts of pheromones wafting from Mahr'daga's paws. It was as if there was some kind of mental block inside his mind.

This was a dragon that worshiped because he had to, because he feared the consequences of doing a bad job and because it had been brutally drilled into him. Nothing more.

He wasn't doing any better than Mar'gon had. In fact, he was doing even worse than him. At least Mar'gon had never shown any kind of mental blocks in worshiping Mahr'daga's paws.

Poor Mar'gon... Just thinking about him made Dar'gon sad. He missed him so much. Was he all right? What was that monster doing to him?

For a while, Mahr'daga just looked at the dragon, her expression unreadable. She didn't look pleased, but not displeased either. She didn't look happy, but she didn't look disappointed either.

It's almost as if she had been expecting this...

``How are your wounds?''

That question stunned Dar'gon, and the dragon too.

When that monster M'hor'daga had handed over the dragon to Mahr'daga, and carted of a still struggling and panicked Mar'gon, the first thing the dragoness had done was treating that nasty gash on his neck, as well as his other wounds.

The dragon replied by uttering a grateful meep, which came out more as a panicky whine.

``Glad to hear it''

Dar'gon was thoroughly confused. Why wasn't Mahr'daga mad at him? If Mar'gon had performed like that, she would have definitely, at least, voiced her displeasure by now.

It made no sense...

He loved Mahr'daga. He loved her more than life itself. She was his entire world, the entire reason he existed. She was his Godess and Godesses were never wrong. If Mahr'daga had taken in this new dragon, there must have been a good reason...

But what was it?

``You're trying really hard, I can see that...'' she then said ``But that's not good enough. If you want to be purchsed by a good S'hur'dayan dragoness, and not become an army whore, you'll have to worship much better than that...''

The dragon was about to make another unmistakably panicked whine, however Mahr'daga stopped him dead in his tracks.

``Make no mistake, there's nothing wrong with being an army whore. You'll still live a much better life than what you've experienced in these forsaken lands...'' she purred ``and what you've experienced under my sister's paw...''

The dragon though wasn't consoled in the slightest. In fact, he started hiccupping and tears had started to well up inside his eyes.

``But, despite all of your problems, you're not a lost cause, like my sister thought. In fact, there's great potential in you...''

At those words, the dragon perked up immediately. Dar'gon, meanwhile, was left even more confused.

IF this dragon had potential, he definitely didn't see it.

``Your skills are lacking but it's only because my scumbag sister didn't even bother giving you proper training. As usual, she was too stupid to see your potential. Oh well, her loss... She has no idea that she had a diamond in the rough in her paws and that she let it slip...'' she half-chuckled, half-purred.

``However'' she continued ``some much-needed ``real'' training is in order for you. First things first: you need to learn to worship paws the ``proper'' way. Let my little paw-slut show you how a real dragon slave worship their Mistress...''

Dar'gon realised immediately that it was his cue. Without even waiting for a command, he headed towards Mahr'daga already purring and already looking at her with pure adoration in his eyes.

However, before he could put his tongue to Mahr'daga's beautiful paws, the dragoness stopped him dead in his tracks by planting her paw on his fore-head.

``Now now, my little paw-slut'' she half-whispered, half-purred ``This is a demonstration... No need to rush...''

She then looked at the new dragon.

``See how he moved? See the way he looked at me? The way he looked at my paws? That's complete and utter devotion and submission. That's what you should be striving for''

Dar'gon, as usual, glowed with pride at those words, his disappointment soon forgotten. This time, though, it felt even better than usual...

``Do you understand?''

The new dragon nodded, but he already looked like he believed that he could never achieve what Mahr'daga was asking of him.

``Now, watch carefully...''

Mahr'daga made a light nod with her head and Dar'gon started worshiping the dragoness's paws perfectly, like only he could do. The moment his tongue touched her paws, Mahr'daga started purring loudly immediately.

``Watch everything my little paw-slut is doing, slave... Study him closely and memorize everything that he does, and how he does it. THIS is how you worship a dragoness properly...''

The dragon did just that... for a little while. After that though, he started watching Dar'gon very closely too. Fortunately for him, Dar'gon was too lost in pleasure and submission to notice it.

``Now, now... Take it slow, my little paw-slut'' Mahr'daga purred to Dar'gon ``the new slave needs to learn...''

As much as it hurt, Dar'gon obeyed her orders and started worshiping Mahr'daga's paws in slow-motion, making sure every single one of his acts could be properly observed and studied.

``See how long his licks are? How much pressure he's putting on my pawpads? Look at where his tongue his placed... How it twists and turns... Look at where his nose is...''

Dar'gon's pride swelled even more, as Mahr'daga continued to praised him and his amazing worshiping skills.

``Remember, don't just focus on what you're seeing. Pay attention to what you're hearing, too! Hear how he's smelling my pheromones? Hear how loud he's purring? How it's never too high and never too low? How it never competes with his Mistress's?''

Some of these things, Dar'gon had no idea he had been doing until Mahr'daga pointed them out. He didn't feel like just a slave worshiping his beautiful S'handgaran Mistress. He felt like a master of his craft and he was teaching a pupil.

Maybe that was why when Mahr'daga complimented it had felt even better than usual...  

After a long while of licking, sucking, kissing, sniffing, nuzzling and rubbing, Dar'gon started nuzzling and rubbing his muzzle against Mahr'daga's paws, purring loudly. Once again, every movement he did was in slow motion, and once again, Mahr'daga lauded his work, amid loud purrs and growls.

``See how he purrs louder.... GRRRR...'' she growled ``when he rubs and nuzzles my paws? GRRRR... See how he rubs GRRR... where he rubs... GRRR... and how much pressure... GRRR... he puts in them? Not too much, but not too little... GRRRR...? See how how much pressure... GRRR... he puts behind his nuzzles...''

All of these compliments, and his rapidly-increasing arousal, made Dar'gon want to get at it even more, but he had to restrain himself. He had to show this new dragon how he was done. He had to help Mahr'daga turning him into a great slave in any way he could.

He was a master of his craft and he couldn't disappoint or look bad in front of this new dragon.

Unfortunately, he looked much more interested in Dar'gon himself, mostly his rump, rather than what he was doing. This didn't go unnoticed by Mahr'daga.

``Arrrre you watching... GRRRRR.... slave?'' she half-growled, half-slurred.

The dragon abruptly stopped watching Dar'gon and resumed watching his worshiping, a guilty look on his face. Still, he couldn't help peaking at Dar'gon's body from time to time.

Surprisingly, Mahr'daga didn't say anything more and just reveled in Dar'gon's worshiping some more.

She was getting really turned on by now, and she was already leaking copiously, despite the fact that Dar'gon was going in slow motion. That was when Dar'gon knew it was time to worship the dragoness's pussy.

However, Mahr'daga had other ideas.

``All RRRRrrrright.... GRRRR... paw-slut, you can stop... GRRRR... now...''

Reluctantly, Dar'gon stopped worshiping. He really wanted to continue, and so did Mahr'daga, juding by how badly she was slurring and panting already, but this was a demonstration, not the usual worshiping session...

``Now... GRRRR... Did you... GRRRRR... memoRRRRrize everrrRRRrrything?'' she asked the new dragon ``Did you... GRRRR... underrRRRRrstand?''

The dragon nodded vigorously again, but by the look on his face it was obvious that the demonstration hadn't stuck to him much.

``THIS...'' she half-growled, half-roared, making the dragon quiver with fear ``is the kind of... GRRRR... level you have to... GRRRRR... peRRRrrrform... if you want to... GRRRR... be bought... GRRRR... by a good Mistress...''

The dragon nodded again, even more vigorously, even though from the look on his face it was more than obvious that he believed that he could never, even in a million years, come close to match Dar'gon's performance.

The fact that Mahr'daga told him that every dragoness would expect such a perfromance from him, or something close to that, only terrified him even more.

``HoweverRRRRrr...'' she continued ``if you'rrRRRrre going to be a good slave... GRRRR... you'rRRRre gonna have to do... GRRRR... a lot more than worRRRRrrrshiping paws...''

As she said this, she grabbed Dar'gon's head and brought it to her pussy. Dar'gon's first instinct was to worship it. Training, lust, submission and desire screaming at the top of their lungs to stuff his face in her pussy, but he restrained himself... just barely.

He was a good cloaca-slave, and good cloaca-slaves never worshiped without permission... And Mahr'daga hadn't told him or hinted at him to worship her...

``Watch... GRRR.... My little cloaca-slave... GRRRRRRRrrrrr... is gonna show you... GRRRR... how to prRRRroperRRRRly worRRRRRship... GRRRRRrrrrr... a S'handagarRRRRRRan drRRRRRRRragoness's pussy... GRRRR...''

One look from Mahr'daga was all Dar'gon needed. He buried his snout in the dragoness's pussy and started licking, sucking and kissing. However, he didn't forget to do everything in slow-motion. The demonstration was still ongoing...

``Watch... GRRR... fucking... GRRRRR... closely!'' growled Mahr'daga, so loud and deep, Dar'gon felt his own bones reverberate ``WorRRRrrrrrshiping... GRRRR... pussy is much morRRRRrrrre difficult than... GRRRRrrrrr... paws! If you FUCK UP... GRRRR... or FAIL... GRRRRR... to perform... GRRR... you'll pay the consequenses... GRRRRrrrrrr...''

The dragon looked even more terrified than before.

``It's an HONORRRRR... GRRRRR...'' she continued ``to worRRRrship a drRRRRRRragoness's pussy... GRRRR... a GIFT...'' she continued ``you DON'T want to... GRRRR... squanderRRRRRr that gift... if you know what's good... GRRRRR... for you...''

The dragon tried his best to keep his focus on Mahr'daga's pussy and Dar'gon exemplar worshiping. However, no matter how hard he tried, he kept stealing glances at Dar'gon, no matter how hard he tried.

``See... GRRR... wheRRRRrrre he licks? GRRRRR... How much prRRRRrressuRRRRRre... GRRRR... his tongue is applying? WherRRRRRre he kisses? ...GRRRR... WherRRRRRrrre he rRRRRubs...'' Mahr'daga continued exhalting Dar'gon's demostration for a bit before she had to stop. She was so turned on that talking was becoming really difficult for her...

The dragon nodded but, soon after, he stole a glance at Dar'gon's rump. This time, Mahr'daga didn't let it slide.

``WAAAAAAATCH!'' she roared, scaring the dragon so much that, if he wasn't chained to the wall of the cavern with a very short chain, he would have scampered as far away from her as she could.

``I'll...GGGGGRRRRRRRRRR... be... GGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRR... testing you... GRRRRR... on this... GRRRR... to see if you leaRRRRRned ANYTHING!!! GRRRR...''

The threats worked, but only for a little while. It didn't take long for the dragon to resume glancing at Dar'gon's rump.

``STOP!'' Mahr'daga suddenly barked at Dar'gon.

Dar'gon stopped abruptly. He felt as if he had just been struck. He feared for a moment that he had done something wrong, until he saw that Mahr'daga wasn't  even looking at him...

She was staring at the dragon, without saying a word. He started shaking really badly under her gaze. He looked like a hatchling staring at a Wretch...

The dragoness though didn't look disappointed, mad or anything like that. In fact, she was smiling, showing off all of her sharp and pristine teeth.

An idea had just struck her. A very kinky idea...

``You rRRRRRRrreally like my cloaca-slave... GRRRRRR... don't you?'' she growled after she regained enough composure to talk.

The dragon was too scared to say anything. Not even a meep left his bound muzzle. He looked as if he had been caught doing something unspeakably wrong and horrible and now his life was over.

``I underRRRrrrstand... GRRRRR... how you feel...'' she continued ``He's the slave... GRRRR... every drRRRRrragoness would... GRRRR... KILL to get theirRRRrrr paws on... GRRR....''

Despite Mahr'daga's words, the dragon didn't calm down, not even a little. He also held his breath as if his life depended on it.

``The perfect... GRRR... pleasurrRRRre slave... GRRR...'' she growled ``Give him... GRRR... any part of yourRRRRrr body... GRRRR... including yourRRRRr FUCKING wingtip... GRRRRR...  and he'll worship it... GRRR... perfectly! Give him ten... GRRRR... minutes to make you cum... GRRRR... and he'll do it... GRRRRR... in FIVE! GRRR...''

``He's beautiful... GRRRRR...'' she continued ``he's adorRRRRRRrable... GRRRRRR... he's submissive... GRRRR... he loves nothing moRRRRe... GRRRR... than worRRRRrshiping his S'handagarRRRRan MistrRRRRress... he would DIE... GRRRRR... RRRrrrather than displease... GRRRRR... his Mistress... orRRR... if she demanded it... GRRRR... frRRRRrom him...''

Dar'gon's pride had swollen so much, that he started growling and wagging his tail. Or at least, he was trying to, as his tail was twisted backwards to run parallel his spine and its end was bound to the back of his collar.

Still, even the bondage gear couldn't hide it.

Mahr'daga had never complimented him so much in a single day, or lauded his virtues in front of anybody else. He no longer cared about what she was up to, or talking about, as long as she continued complimenting him.

``Yessss...'' growled and slurred the dragoness ``He's been verRRRrrrrRRry, verRRRrrrrRRry good... GRRRRRR.... He's the best... GRRRRR... slave a drrrRRRragoness... GRRRR... could possibly want...''

``THE PERRRRRRFECT SLAVE!'' she roared suddenly.

Dar'gon was so happy that he felt tears welling up inside him. He thought that not even the best worshiping in the world would be enough to convey his thanks or how grateful he was...

``Plussss... GRRRR... He's verRRRRRRy good... GRRRR... at giving demonstRRRRRrations... GRRRR... don't you think?''

The dragon nodded in agreement, though whether it was because he actually agreed with it or because he was scared out of his mind, Dar'gon didn't know.

``Yessss. He's given... GRRRR... such a GrrRRRReat demonstrrRRRRration... GRRRRR...'' she continued ``Don't you think... GRRRR... He deserrRRRves... GRRRRR... a nice rRRRRreward?''

The dragon looked confused for a moment, but, as he continued looking at Mahr'daga's and her grin, he started perking up, some sort of understanding dawning on him.

Dar'gon perked up too at hearing the word ``reward''. He always liked Mahr'daga's rewards! They were always so good! And he got so many of them because he was such a great slave.

``I'm glad... GRRRR... you agrRRRRree...'' She then made a brief nod with her head towards Dar'gon, her grin widening even further.

The dragon got the hint immediately. He then started, slowly and clumsily, heading towards Dar'gon, as he was nowhere near as good as Dar'gon at walking in bondage.

He was wearing an expression that he had never seen before: a mixture of excitement and lust. And he was wearing that only for him.

Eventually, he reached his destination: right behind Dar'gon. He then immediately dropped down to the floor, so that his head was level with his rump, almost tripping and falling to the floor in the process.

``Go on... GRRRR... my little cloaca-slave... GRRRR... take yourrRRRrrr... GRRRR.... RRRRrrward'' growled Mahr'daga, barely able to contain herself.

The moment she finished uttering those words, Dar'gon felt somebody lick at his mitted hind-paws!

It was the dragon! He was licking his paws! No, he wasn't licking them... he was worshiping them! He had taken all he could learn from Dar'gon's demonstration, and he was now applying it onto him!

``Show him... GRRR... how much you appRRRRReciated... GRRRR... his demonstrRRRRation... GRRRR...''

Dar'gon had never had his paws worshiped before. It felt weird at first, it tickled too. Before his capture, Dar'gon definitely wouldn't have enjoyed it, especially considering this dragon wasn't doing a very good job.

Now though, after the initial shock... Dar'gon had to admit it... this didn't feel bad at all.

Had Mahr'daga's pheromones changed him that much that he didn't mind getting his paws licked by another male dragon?

``ArRRRRRrrre you.... GRRRRRR... enjoying... GRRRRR... yourRRRRr RRRRRrrreward?'' said Mahr'daga, growling so loudly and so badly that her words were barely intelligible.

Dar'gon whined. He couldn't deny it. Him leaking was proof enough, even without the loud purring and the growling.

``Good... GRRR...''

As time went on, Dar'gon started to really enjoy himself. The dragon had no idea what he was doing, but he was doing everything that he could to give Dar'gon a good paw-licking.

He was trying really hard and with each passing lick, he got slightly better at it too. He had also started leaking too, that was how aroused he was getting.

Now Dar'gon understood why Mahr'daga enjoyed having her paws worshiped so much, and why she put so much emphasis on training her slaves to be good at worshiping paws...

It felt good, really good! Despite his paws being forced into mittens, he could feel each and every lick, and each one of them felt great on his paws, despite the dragon not knowing what he was doing.

His body responded really well to it too! He felt better, after every lick! It really was an amazing feeling.

He didn't get to revel in it for long though, because soon Mahr'daga had him go back to worshiping her pussy.

Not that he minded, not in the least...

Having his paws licked was good, but worshiping Mahr'daga's beautiful pussy was much, much better. Nothing made him feel better than that.

After just a little while, though, much sooner than usual, she grabbed him by the horns and started muzzle-fucking him. Watching the dragon worship Dar'gon's paws must have really turned on, and really quickly too.

Her assault was as even more ferocious and brutal than usual, but Dar'gon didn't care. In fact, he loved it.

He was a great cloaca-slave, and great cloaca-slaves loved when their S'handagaran Mistresses fucked their muzzles, no matter how brutal it was.

Besides, he knew that what he was enduring now was nothing, especially when compared to what came next...

And indeed, after a comparatively short while, Mahr'daga started muzzle-runting him. Dar'gon could hear the dragon  behind him whimper and quiver as he watched, between licks, Mahr'daga destroy his muzzle.

Dar'gon though handled it perfectly, not missing a beat or a drop of Mahr'daga's juices. Even when Mahr'daga's runting increased in brutality and speed, he was perfectly able to keep up.

He was a great cloaca-slave, and great cloaca-slave had to endure heavy abuses easily, without slowing down or relaxing on their worshiping.

Mahr'daga's runting became harsher and harsher, its speed increasing much quicker than usual. The dragoness was struggling really hard to maintain her arousal in check, what with Dar'gon's usual exemplary worshiping and the new dragon not doing a horrible job at licking his paws...

Everything was quickly proving to be too much of a turn on for her and she wouldn't last for much longer.

Dar'gon was starting to struggle too with keeping his own arousal in check. What with Mahr'daga's pheromones, her beautiful pussy and paws, her brutal runting, his enormous pent-up arousal and with the dragon licking and worshiping his paws...

It was too much!

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to orgasm too. No longer at a snail's pace, but much more quickly than what he had grown used to.

His cock was leaking so much through the slit, and it was pushing as hard as it could against his metal prison, trying desperately to break free.

He was now growling so loudly that he could be heard even though his muzzle was being shoved inside Mahr'daga's pussy as far as it could go.

He was close now, very close...

He couldn't cum before Mahr'daga, but the chastity belt seemed like it couldn't hold back his mounting pleasure.

Maybe this time...

``HHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHH!''

Unfortunately, he had been dead wrong. The anti-orgasm spell kicked in, brutally squeezing his dick, pricking it, pinching it, doing every painful thing in the world to his cock so that he couldn't cum.

``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''

It hurt. It hurt like crazy! It hurt just as badly as last time!

``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''

But he had to endure it. He had to continue worshiping Mahr'daga perfectly. Her pleasure was far more important than his pain, or his own urges.

And he still had a dragon to teach...

``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''

Moreover, despite the spell, and the terrible pain, his pleasure never seemed to truly recede like last time. It dipped but then it kept coming with a vengeance. This, however, meant that the chastity belt would hurt his dick even worse to prevent him from climaxing...

``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''

It seemed an endless cycle of blissful pleasure and excruciating pain that would never end until Mahr'daga climaxed or his cock disintegrated...

``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''

And yet, despite the dragoness's brutal and relentless runting, despite the chastity belt hurting his dick like crazy, Dar'gon never lost his rhythm, nor did his performace dip in quality.

``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''

Fortunately, it looked like this cycle wouldn't last for much longer. Mahr'daga looked ready to burst. She couldn't hold out any more.

And indeed, after a few short, brutal moments of runting, in which it seemed as though his muzzle would really snap in two, Mahr'daga roared her pleasure loudly as she came hard on his face.

Her roars were powerful enough to shake and crack the walls in a few places. Then, moments later, a huge jet of purple flames erupted from her mouth incinerating and melting the wall.

The dragon licking Dar'gon's paws recoiled back, scared out of his wits and retreated as much as his chain allowed.

Dar'gon, on the other hand, didn't so much as blink as he started gulping down Mahr'daga's cum effortlessly, despite the excruciating pain in his groin. In just a few moments, Mahr'daga's cum started to exercise its effect and numbed his pain. Even the increasingly ravaging heat inside his body, fed by the cum, helped a lot.

``MMMMMMHHHHHHPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH!''

Gulping down the seemingly-endless flow of the dragoness's cum became easier and easier the more Dar'gon drunk. His pleasure kept increasing esponencially too with every drop of cum he ingested.

However, because of this, the spell in his chastity belt worked overtime to prevent him from cumming, going at full power.

``MMMHHPPPHHHHHH!''

And yet, as moments passed by, the pain got more and more bearable, while his pleasure, and his heat, kept increasing more and more.

``MMMHHPPPHHHHHH!''

The pain could no longer overcome his mounting pleasure, despite the chastity belt's spell going at maximum power.

``MMHHPPPHH!''

The pain had even started to recede and was increasingly becoming overshadowed by the insurmountable pleasure and lust.

``MMHHPPPHH!''

Maybe... maybe this time-

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

A new, enormous, wave of pain, much more powerful than what he had felt before coursed through him. Dar'gon felt as if his entire groin had been set on fire, and not just that. His entire rump felt on fire and hind legs as well.

Unlike the previous wave of pain, it wasn't compensated by all the cum that he injested and his heat.

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

Also unlike the previous waves of pain, it increased more and more in intensity as the moments passed, quickly canceling his pleasure.

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

It was the most excruciating pain Dar'gon had ever felt in his life.

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

And yet, he didn't falter. He didn't gag, or cough, or splutter, or let a single drop go to waste, despite Mahr'daga's flow of cum not wavering in the slightest and the horrendous pain in his groin and his rump and his hind legs feeling as if they were about to be ripped off from him.

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

It was pure torture, but, he had to endure it. A great cloca-slave like him not only had to worshiping his Mistress for hours and hours, to perfection, without respite, or gulp down her cum without spilling anything, or be beautiful and perfectly submissive...

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

He had to endure the worst of pains and torture for the whole time he was worshiping his Mistress, or for how long she demanded.

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

Even if it was the most excruciating pain in his life, even if he was being quartered, ripped to pieces or dying, he had to endure the pain, and he would endure!

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

 For Mahr'daga, he would endure everything!

``MMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!''

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Mahr'daga's flow did start to slow down, ever so slightly,and, as usual, it took a long time for the flow to stop completely. When it did though, her rump was pristine and not a single drop had fallen onto the floor.

A perfect job of worshiping, as usual, but it hadn't come without a cost.

Dar'gon's rump and groin, hurt as if they had been burned, skinned, and whipped with the Punisher for an entire month. He no longer had feelings in his hind legs. His dick also felt like it was about to fall off his slit.

That spell had been far too powerful.

Fortunately, the heat inside his body was strong enough to keep the worst of the pain at bay somewhat. It would take a while for the pain to go away entirely, even with heat and arousal, but it had been worth it.

It had been SO worth it! Everything that Mahr'daga put him through, was SO worth it!

After a little while, when Mahr'daga had stopped blowing flames, when her breathing was slower and more regular, she looked at Dar'gon, wearing the same expression that she wore before they had been interrupted by M'hor'daga.

It was the look of an extremely hungry, extremely dominant and extremely powerful dragoness that wanted the whole world and everything in it. It was also the look of a dragoness that loved him, truly loved him and wanted him, completely and utterly.

She also looked far prouder than she had ever looked, as if he had done something extraordinary.

``Amazing... GRRRR...'' she hissed ``VerRRRRry few slavessss... GRRRR... can activate... GRRRR... the emerrRRRRrrgency spell... GRRRR... of the chastity belt... GRRR...''

``You RRRRReally arRRRe... GRRRR...'' she continued ``amazing... GRRR... an amazing cloaca slave... GRRR...''

Dar'gon felt like fainting, from sheer happiness, pride, from the excruciating pain in his rump, groin and hind legs, and from the excruciating heat inside his body which was battling the pain in his body.

``You deserRRRrve... GRRRR... anotheRRRRRr RRRRReward... GRRRR... forRRRRR that... GRRRRR...''

The dragoness then turned towards the dragon who, once again, looked at her with dread, scared out of his wits by how Mahr'daga had behaved while climaxing.

``THIS... GRRRRR... is how a S'handagarRRRRran DrrRRRRRRRagoness... GRRRR... must be pleased... GRRRR... and worrRRRRRRrrrshipped! THIS... GRRRR... is what it'll be EXPECTED... GRRRR... from you...''

The dragon looked even more terrified now. Worshiping well a S'handagaran dragoness's paws was already difficult enough for him. Worshiping well a S'handagaran dragoness's pussy? Plus, making her cum? Impossible.

``Don't worrRRRRrrry...'' she growled ``You'll get... GRRRRR... plenty of trRRrrrraining... GRRRRR... you'll make a wonderRRrful slave... GRRRR... eventually... You'RRRRRe... GRRRRR... alRRRRready on the... GRRRRRR... RRRRRight tRRRRRRack... GRRRR... You've alRRRRRready done... GRRRR... much betteRRRRRR...''

Those words did the trick.

Suddenly the dragon looked at her with different eyes. He no longer looked at her fear, but with respect and with adoration. The fact that Mahr'daga believed in him seemed to have light a small fire inside him.

He no longer cared that he would never be as good as Dar'gon. He wanted to give it his best, no matter what. He would become worthy of being a S'handagaran dragoness's slave. He wouldn't betray her trust!

``I knew...GRRRR... I made the RRRRRight choice...'' Mahr'daga growled, making the dragon purr and cry by sheer happiness and gratitude.

Satisfied by the dragon's reaction, Mahr'daga then looked at Dar'gon with that ravenous expression, the one that demanded all the worshiping and submission that a dragoness could dream of and would never take anything other than an enthusiatic ``YES''.

Dar'gon didn't need words or orders. He didn't need Mahr'daga to order him to worship her pussy. He didn't even need small hints either. He resumed worshiping her pussy immediately and Mahr'daga resumed growling again.

``Continue...'' she then growled towards the dragon who immediately resumed licking Dar'gon's paws.

(...)

``Good morning, my little paw-slut...''

Those words stirred Dar'gon from his sleep, the first, real one that he had had in weeks. He had to make Mahr'daga cum no less than times, before she was finally sated. Then had to worship her paws for the rest of the night.

However, at one point, exhaustion had taken over and he passed out. The pheromones from Mahr'daga's paws, no longer just prevented his heat from getting any worse, they actually lessened it after a while.

They must have numbed it so much, and he must have been so exhausted that his heat could no longer held back his tiredness any longer.

``Did you sleep well?''

Dar'gon responded with a tired moan. It only just then struck him that he had been sleeping instead of worshiping Mahr'daga's paws.

Fortunately, the dragoness hadn't minded one bit. In fact, she looked a bit relieved to hear that.

``Glad to hear it...'' purred the dragoness ``How about you, my little slave-worshiper?''

The dragon behind Dar'gon gave a tired moan of his own.

He had been licking his paws for a long time as Dar'gon worshiped the dragoness's pussy until she was finally sated. Right before she tucked in for the night, Mahr'daga had him worshiping one of her paws one more time, to see how much he had absorbed from Dar'gon's demonstration.

He had done much better than before, but it was clear that he had enjoyed worshiping Dar'gon's much more and that he would never be as good as Dar'gon when it came to worshiping S'handagaran dragonesses.

And yet, Mahr'daga hadn't been annoyed or disappointed in any way, shape or form at his performance.

``Your worshiping skills have already gotten so much better, and in such a short time too...'' she had told him ``One day, and you're already much better than my previous slave...''

The dragon responded by purring happily, very happily. Despite having just woken up, he looked already full of energy.

Once he saw that Dar'gon was awake, he greeted him by nuzzling him.

That shocked Dar'gon out of his sleepiness! Such intimate show of affection between adults were reserved for lovers, not strangers who had just met!

``Awww... how cute...'' purred Mahr'daga ``He really likes you, my little paw-slut''

This was so confusing! Part of him appreciated it, but for the most part... He had no idea what to do! He had never been hit on by another dragon, especially a complete stranger!

``Don't you like him too?'' purred the dragoness.

That question stunned him. He had never harbored any feelings for male dragons, for as long as he had been alive.

Before, he would have definitely said no. Mostly because of the years and years of hatred for same-sex relationships that had been drilled into him since he was a hatchling, and because of shame, rather than out of actual revulsion.

But now... Now that the thought about it... Maybe the fact he had never felt disgusted by same-sex relationships was why... Or maybe it was because of Mahr'daga's pheromones...

But... He had to admit it... The dragon was definitely no Mahr'daga, but he did look kind of cute.

He nodded.

That shocked the dragon. For a moment he looked like he was about to cry. But then he started nuzzling him harder in response.

``Don't you think he'd make such a cute companion for you?'' purred Mahr'daga louder still.

He nodded again. He was nowhere near as perfect, sensual, strong as Mahr'daga, but he was still cute.

He nuzzled the dragon back and the dragon immediately started purring loudly and nuzzled with all the love he could muster. He had even started crying a little.

Dar'gon started purring a little too. He still missed Mar'gon terribly, but watching this dragon being so happy... was still very good to see and made him happy too.

``That's why I took him in...'' said Mahr'daga ``I saw the way he looked at you... I could clearly tell that he was interested in you. And I thought... that he'd make such a cute companion for you...''

Dar'gon hadn't seen any of what Mahr'daga had seen, or realized what she had realized ages ago, but now he did. He knew he had been foolish to doubt Mahr'daga, even for a second. She was right. She was always right. She was a Goddess and Goddesses are never wrong.

``Such a beautiful, wonderful, perfect slave like you... deserves such a cute companion.'' she added ``It's one of the best honors you could have been bestowed upon. Only the best slaves get a companion of their own...''

Dar'gon purred louder at Mahr'daga's words. At that moment, he truly felt like a member of Mahr'daga's harem, and the best one too. He nuzzled harder and harder and purred louder still.

``Enjoy it... You've earned it...''

As she left the two of them nuzzling each other like lovers, Mahr'daga turned her gaze to the far side of the cavern, where the twins lied chained to the wall and shackled together by their collars.

``How about you, my little pain-sluts?''

Both of them gave out tired moans in response. Mahr'daga had knocked both of them out with her poisonous appendage before the worshiping session had started and they had both slept throughout the entire night.

``Glad to hear it...''

They looked as sad and dejected as when Mahr'daga had told them that she couldn't play with them because she had to ``try'' the new slave.

``Then again... if you hadn't wined and complained so much... I wouldn't have to knock both of you out...'' she said in a patronizing tone ``You clearly need some lessons in slave manners...''

Both twins hung their heads, looking like hatchlings who had misbehaved badly and were overwhelmed by shame.

``But don't worry...'' she purred ``I know just the thing to knock some sense and discipline into you... I have a whip back home that I can't wait to try on you... It's almost as powerful as the Punisher but much more fun...''

The twins perked up immediately, in the same way Dar'gon did whenever he had to worship Mahr'daga. They even started moaning and whining already as they thought of all the pain they would have to endure!

``My... my... We're not home yet!'' she chuckled ``But, if you me to test my new toy on you... I suggest you be on your best behaviour from now on...'' she finished with an edge to her voice.

The twins got the message immediately and quieted down, after nodding strongly to show that they understood.

Satisfied with the twins' response, Mahr'daga then returned her gaze to Dar'gon and the dragon who were still nuzzling. The dragon was really going at it, as if he had just found the lover of his life.

``Awww... you two look SO adorable... It's such a shame that I have to separate you... Or maybe not...'' she finished, a feral grin spreading on her muzzle.

The dragon and Dar'gon stopped nuzzling and looked at Mahr'daga, confused.

(...)

Mahr'daga took one last look at the cavern, to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, taking her sweet time, as usual. Then she checked the chains, to make sure all her four slaves were secured to her.

She took even more of her sweet time doing this last bit, just like she had taken her sweet time shackling all of the dragons.

The twins were chained at her sides, as usual, Dar'gon was chained to her pussy, the slave's place of honor, while the other dragon, on the other hand, hadn't been chained to one of the twins, like Mar'gon had been.

He had been chained to Dar'gon's chaste groin.

He was purring in pleasure and leaking already, and so was Dar'gon. He had never had somebody chained to his groin before. It was so hot. And everytime the dragon took a breath, it stimulated his chaste cock, making him leak even more.

The constant stream pheromones and juices from an already turned on Mahr'daga made him even more aroused.

Now he also understood why Mahr'daga loved to have Dar'gon bound to her pussy whenever she walked, or why a dragoness would want to have a dragon shackled to her pussy...

Still, it was very cumbersome. He had no idea how Mahr'daga managed to walk in this state so effortlessly and so regally too, and with so many slaves chained to her...

``Having fun down there?'' teased the dragoness.

Dar'gon moaned and so did the dragon.

``Aren't you proud, my little cloaca-slave?'' she purred ``Bound to your Mistress's pussy, and having a dragon bound to your groin... you have no idea how much of an honor I bestowed upon you... Only slaves belonging to extremely high-ranking dragonesses of the S'hur'dayan Empire can afford to have such a privilege...''

Dar'gon's felt... not just extremely proud, not just ``extremely accomplished''... He felt, for the first time in his life, like he was superior to others, both in skill and rank.

Him being bound to Mahr'daga's pussy already marked him as a ``superior'' slave, but having another dragon bound to his groin further reinforced it. He wasn't just a dragon, or just a slave, he was elite!

And it was the best feeling in the world.

``You have every reason to be proud. You've achieved so much, in such a short time, for an unclaimed slave... unclaimed... not for long... hopefully...'' she added, growling the last words.

That phrase sent Dar'gon over the moon, literally. Every time Mahr'daga talked about claiming him as one of her slave, make him a member of her harem, he would almost faint from sheer happiness.

He wanted to be claimed by her. He wanted it so badly that just thinking about being unclaimed hurt his body and mind.

He wanted nothing more in the world, in his life, than being a part of her harem!

``All right! We've rested enough! Let's go!''

Mahr'daga started moving and everybody followed suit. Nobody had any problems following the dragoness. The new dragon though was an entirely different story. He struggled immediately, right out of the bat.

He already wasn't good at walking in bondage gear, and the fact that he was now forced to walk like this, was proving to be too much for him.

They had only made a couple of steps when he tripped and fell. When he did, he dragged Dar'gon's rump down too, along with the rest of him, except for his head, which remained chained to Mahr'daga's pussy.

The dragon let out a loud, apologetic whine from under Dar'gon's rump. Dar'gon, even though annoyed, responded with a compassionate whine of his own.

Dar'gon got up immediately without a struggle. The dragon, on the other hand, struggled a bit to regain his footing.

The group made another couple of steps before the dragon tripped and fell again, dragging Dar'gon down with him, again.

He let out another apologetic whine once he got up again. Dar'gon let out another, quiter, compassionate whine but after the third fall, he was no longer in the mood for forgiveness or compassion.

If it wasn't for the pheromones from Mahr'daga's pussy, he would have been downright pissed. Not even newly born hatchlings were this clumsy at walking.

The twins looked visibly annoyed as well. They clearly didn't enjoy the fact that they had to stop every two steps. They even shot the new dragon scathing looks.

Mahr'daga looked far from pleased too.

``That... Was... Fucking terrible, slave. Not good enough...'' she said in a disapproving tone, uttering those words as if they were daggers slicing through the new dragon's scales and meat.

``Even a S'handagaran Dragoness who loves nothing more than having excuses to hurt their slaves would get fed up quickly with such clumsiness''

The dragon let out panicked, apologetic noises but Mahr'daga wasn't moved in the slightest.

``My previous slave at least knew how to walk in bondage, and didn't trip after every few steps...''

The dragon had started hiccupping badly and tears were welling up inside his eyes.

``But don't worry'' continued the dragoness ``Unlike my scumbag sister, I can actually forgive my slaves and not punish them brutally for every mistake. Especially when they show me that they want to do everything in their power to fix them...''

The dragon perked up a little but he still looked absolutely crestfallen, embarassed and ashamed.

``However...'' she continued ``my patience is not endless. So, unless you want me to go back on the trade, I'd better see big improvements from you, really fast. No S'handagaran Dragoness would want a clumsy slave that can only worship other slaves. Do you understand?''

The dragon nodded vigorously, or at least tried to, and almost made Dar'gon fall down a fourth time!

``Are you going to walk like a proper slave?''

The dragon responded with the most submissive whine he could muster. He also nodded again. This time, he didn't make Dar'gon almost fall down.

``Good. Let's go.''

The dragon tripped only two more times on the way out of the cave but didn't fall down like the last three times. However, they were moving much slower than they had during the previous trip. If this was the pace, they would probably take weeks to get to their destination.

Dar'gon hated to admit it, but he kind of understood why that monster of a dragoness was mad at this dragon. It didn't justify what she did to him, though! He tried really hard... and he did his very best... but so had Mar'gon...

Mar'gon... He missed him so much...

How was he? He hoped he was doing fine, but he doubted it. That monster had probably broken him in a million pieces already...

The group eventually reached the outside of the cave, after what felt like an entire hour. Once outside, Mahr'daga stopped and smelled the air.

``Aaaaahhhhhhhhh.... nothing like a beautiful day for a walk!''

Dar'gon had no idea what the sky looked like, but he could have sworn the ground looked a bit cloudier than yesterday.

``For once I agree with you'' called another familiar voice. It was M'hor'daga.

Mahr'daga looked towards her, ready with a retort, but whatever she wanted to tell her never made it past her jaws. She stood still as if frozen, staring at her sister with her muzzle wide open in shock.

Dar'gon turned around as much as his bonds allowed and what he saw shocked him as well. Even the twins and the other dragon looked shocked.

It was Mar'gon.

He was covered in cuts, bruises, bite marks, from muzzle to tail. Many of his wounds were still bleeding. Many patches of scales were missing from his body. His rump looked like it had been skinned alive and was dripping blood over the dirt.

He had never seen his friend so battered, bruised and beat up. Even when he had battled the Wretches he had never taken this much of a beating. He looked worse than all the twelve slaves M'hor'daga had captured combined.

That however, wasn't what was most shocking.

He was bound to M'hor'daga's pussy, just like Dar'gon was!

He was growling angrily and loudly. He sounded pissed, yet, there was no mistaking how much he was aroused, judging by how much he was leaking through his chastity belt!

He struggled hardly against his bonds, but M'hor'daga continued on, unperturbed. He struggled and struggled but to no avail. And yet... he continued struggling, and the more he did... the more he leaked, and so did the dragoness.

Not once he tripped or fell... he moved with a purpose and skill that he didn't have before. There was a fire in his eyes that he never had when he was with Mahr'daga. There was clear hatred in them for M'hor'daga, but there was also... love?

The other dragons bound to M'hor'daga were all staring in amazement at Mar'gon, as if they couldn't believe their eyes either. Not one of them sported a new injury from the day before.

``You were right!'' M'hor'daga said `` This slave is really that good! A really good rape-slut! You have no idea how much how much fun I had with him last night! Best fucking slave I've ever had! Best fucking slave! Period!''

Mar'gon growled loudly, despite M'hor'daga showering him with compliments. It was an angry growl, full of rage and hatred, and yet full of lust and love as well.

``Why don't you take my other slaves in? I don't need them anymore! This rape-slut is all I need!''

She laughed out loud, as if she had just told the most hilarious joke ever. It was the loudest, most evil laughter imaginable.

She then walked past Mahr'daga who was still too shocked to respond, the smuggest of expressions on her muzzle.

For a brief moment, Mar'gon's eyes met Dar'gon's. He growled and gave him a look of pure loathing before he got dragged away, still struggling, and leaking harder still.

What had that monster done to his friend?

TO BE CONTINUED

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