Nineteen-year-old orphan Brianna Packard learned quite a bit about getting out of tough situations over many years spent fending for herself, but nothing could have prepared her for the moment she is grabbed off the street by two powerful dragon shifters intent on bringing her back to their world, training her as a pet, and then selling her to the highest bidder.
Though Valkimer and Chak expected that taming a human female would be a simple task, Brianna turns out to be as clever as she is beautiful, and when she escapes it is no small feat to recapture her. Determined to master their feisty little captive, they waste no time in stripping her bare and spanking her soundly, but that is only the beginning of her punishment.
When she continues to defy her new owners, Brianna soon finds herself bound and on display, with her bottom on fire both inside and out and her naked body teased until she is quivering with helpless, desperate desire. By the time her captors are convinced she has learned her lesson, she is all but begging them to take her in any way they please, and when the two handsome warriors claim her at last the pleasure is more intense than she would have thought possible.
It isn’t long before Brianna is blushing crimson as she is fitted with a collar and tail, and as her training begins in earnest over the coming days she begins to realize how thoroughly her masters plan to enjoy their new pet. More shameful still, though she promises herself that she’ll continue looking for an opportunity to escape, part of her isn’t even sure she wants to…
“Pet! Come here, now!”
Valkimer’s roar made her stomach burst into butterflies as he slammed through the door behind her. She ran, but only a few more steps. His large hand caught her by the back of the neck and she stopped instantly, his other hand on her arm, releasing her neck as he turned her and picked her up, under her armpits as he drew her close and held her dangling before him, their noses pressed together as his gaze bored into hers.
“That was a mistake, pet,” he snarled. “A very big mistake.”
“Lighten up,” she said, wriggling in his grasp. “That was fun.”
“It was not fun, you hellion,” Valkimer snarled. “You could have killed yourself falling off the roof.”
“You would have caught me.”
“I did catch you. And now I am going to make it very clear to you why you will never, ever do anything as stupid as that again.”
She looked between them and a heavy hollow feeling established itself in her belly. They didn’t seem to find this even a little bit funny or fun. Chak had come to them by now and even he wasn’t smiling. It was strange to see him be stern. His eyes were usually always laughing, even if his mouth wasn’t. He had a warmth to him that always made her feel safe and cozy, but right now all that had faded. He looked angry, just like Valkimer. An angry Chak was about the scariest thing she had ever seen. He hadn’t even said a word when she started stammering her apologies.
They took her back to the bedroom where she had been imprisoned and tossed her face down on the bed.
“Okay, okay, I am sorry, seriously,” she whimpered. “I thought it would be—ow!”
Their palms both landed on separate cheeks hard enough to make her squeal and jump in place.
“I don’t care what you thought,” Valkimer snarled. “You obey us, pet. You do not think up dangerous ways to get our attention.”
“It’s boring in here, you keep me in one room, I had to break out or I would literally go crazy!”
“You need to go out, you talk to us. You don’t climb out a window a hundred feet up and start clambering around on the roof,” Chak lectured, swatting her firmly over and over.
“Stop that,” Valkimer said suddenly. “This silly slapping is doing nothing. We must teach her a proper lesson.”
He left the room and Brianna attempted to beg Chak for mercy. “I was only kidding,” she said. “It was just a bit of fun.”
“You almost killing yourself is not a joke. Not to either of us,” he said firmly.
In a minute, Valkimer was back. He was pushing the strangest piece of furniture Brianna had ever seen, and holding a bag that seemed weighted with heavy objects. She had no idea what was happening until she was pulled up and then pushed over what was effectively a pommel horse, a short padded bench that she bent over, her head down, her bottom high in the air. There were shackles at both hands and feet and in very short order her ankles and wrists were attached to the piece of equipment. She was trapped very effectively, her bottom and pussy on vulnerable display.
“Not going anywhere now, are you, pet?” Valkimer snapped a leather strap, pulled from the heavy bag, across her bottom, leaving a blazing sensation in its wake.
“It’s time for the tail,” Chak said. “I thought it was too much, but obviously there isn’t too much when it comes to this disobedient pet.”
“Chak! I’m sorry, I was just teasing, really…” she gasped and whimpered. “Wait… what do you mean… tail?”
“This is a special piece of equipment we crafted just for you,” Valkimer said, showing her their newest instrument of control. It looked literally like a ponytail, a short but thick fall of dark hair that matched her own quite closely. It was gathered together at one end by a thick plug-type apparatus, which was clearly designed to go where nothing should ever go, and yet where men of all species seemed to have an intense interest in being.
She couldn’t tell what material the plug was made of, but it didn’t look like rubber and it didn’t look soft and it wasn’t exactly small.
“You’re not going to make me wear a tail?”
“Oh, we absolutely are,” Chak replied. He stood in front of her, looking down at her with those stern dark eyes as Valkimer walked around behind her, where her bottom was raised high and where she could not see him.
She felt him though, his large hands spreading her cheeks to examine her tight little hole. She could feel her anus squeezing and squirming in front of him for long moments where it felt like all he was doing was looking at that tender, vulnerable little place that used to remain unexamined by all eyes.
A second later, his fingers pressed against that same little bud with a dollop of the dragon lubricant, which was much thicker and more viscous than her own natural juices ever could have been. He was preparing her for the tail, a fact that made her face blush furiously.
“At least it’s not a root,” she moaned, more to herself than anyone else.
“You’ll be begging for the Cadentis root,” Valkimer promised her as he thrust his finger into her bottom and swirled thick, greasy lubricant around her tight little hole.
“Oh, god!” The sudden intrusion didn’t hurt. They had played with her bottom too much for her to still make the mistake of tensing and resisting when the dragon’s fingers came close, but it was still a shock to be handled with so little reluctance. From the beginning, Valkimer’s total control of her body had been incredible.
And now Chak was pulling the fly of his pants open where the bulge of his dragon cock was starting to make itself obvious. She could smell him, the thick musk of the male that made her blood run hot. It was his semen, little beads of it gathering on the head of his cock as his arousal stoked hers chemically.
Valkimer kept fingering her bottom as she feasted her eyes on the thick head of Chak’s cock as it came into view, springing from his clothing and making its rampant entrance. She licked her lips and looked up at him hopefully. God, oh god, why did she want to suck him so badly? It was an erotic comfort reaction, something that would fill her mouth and soothe her nerves and maybe make it easier to take what was going to spread her bottom any moment now.
She was so helpless between them, always had been and yet that moment brought it to her more clearly than ever. He hadn’t taken her yet, but she knew he would. She hoped he would. She craved him so much her moans grew even louder, propelled both by the now vigorous fingering of her tight anus and the withholding of Chak’s cock.
It was almost a relief when Valkimer’s fingers slid from her ass and she felt the tip of the plug being pressed to her hole, smooth and cool and very, very hard. There was a slight flexibility to it, but her bottom had to give way to the plug as the tip of it slipped past the ring of muscle protecting her rear and sank in deeper, growing wider and wider until her fingers curled against the wood of the legs of the horse over which she was bent.
The sound that emitted from her lips was more like a groan than a moan. It was an effort to take this punishment. The plug was large and unyielding, just like the man who wielded it, and though he had prepared her for it first, there was still discomfort, both physical and emotional in actually being stretched around it.
“No! Okay! I promise I won’t be… oooooo, god…” Her gasped promise to be good fled. Valkimer reached underneath her body and pinched her clit at the same time as Chak cut off the rest of her complaints by taking her head and sliding his thick, hard cock right between her lips and into her mouth after the fashion of a gag.
She mumbled and moaned around his flesh as the plug sank inside her, propelled by Valkimer’s fingers deep into her bottom, inch after inch. Finally it found its stopping point at the flared base.
Brianna gasped and panted, unable to believe how full her bottom was. It felt so very strange to be filled so much, and then even stranger to feel the tail brushing against her upper thighs. She hadn’t realized how embarrassing it would be to have those soft strands hanging there, making her more like an animal.