Leashed by the Dragons

by Loki Renard

  “I doubt that’s true,” he said with a smirk that hurt her soul. “Besides, they will not find you here. You are no longer on Earth.”

  “Oh… I’m on a spaceship?” Brianna threw the question at him sarcastically. “I don’t think they make spaceships out of rocks, and I don’t think outer space looks like a country meadow.”

  “You’re in the realm of the dragons,” he said. “You’re in my world.”

  “The dragon realm! God. You’ve been watching way too many of those old movies. I’d prefer the spaceship,” she snorted—and then memory came rushing back. Running across a grassy plain and being caught in the huge claws of a massive dragon… “Oh. Fuck. Me,” she gasped. “I thought that was a dream or something. This is really…”

  “Yes,” he said. “This is really the realm of dragonkind. You are doing very well here so far. You really shouldn’t be. Our world is normally toxic to humans.”

  She frowned as she took his words in.

  “You brought me here…”

  “Yes.”

  “You brought me here thinking that I’d die?” Fear and contempt ran in equal measure through her tone.

  “We had a solution prepared to treat you, but you ran through the doorway between worlds before I could give you it,” he said, standing up from the chair. He was frighteningly tall and large and Brianna shrank away instinctively. “Take your clothes off, human.”

  “Fuck off, pervert.” She crossed her arms over her chest to protect herself. This man wanted sex. She could see it in his eyes. Lust was written across his features, in the twist of his lips and the set of his body. Brianna felt her own flesh react, a powerful bolt of excitement rushing between her legs and curling its way up her spine.

  “I have brought you here,” he said. “I am your master. You will obey me.”

  “I don’t obey anyone,” she said, taking step after step back until her back found the wall. “And I don’t know who the hell you are, but I can tell you who you aren’t… and that’s my master.”

  He did not ask again. He reached out, grabbed her by the hand, pulled her forward and started stripping her—if that was the word for it. She heard and felt the seams of her clothes tearing as he ripped her clothing right off her body, leaving her standing there in the tatters of her threadbare underwear, which gave up and slid from her body as his cold eyes roamed her flesh.

  “Not a mark on you,” he said, twisting her around so he could see the back of her too. She was facing the wall now, her wide eyes locked on the stone as she felt his hand cup her bottom, then pull away and slap the bare skin.

  “Now there’s a mark,” he mused over her yelp of pain. “Your skin blushes to the touch, as would be expected, but you’re not susceptible to the radiation of this realm. Tell me why.”

  “How am I supposed to know?”

  He turned her back around and drew her close roughly enough that her body made sudden contact with his, the hard lines of his frame rigid against her softer flesh. One large hand cupped her chin and turned her face up so she was forced to look into his eyes at close range.

  She let out a sudden cry as she realized that his eyes were not human. His pupils weren’t round. They were oval like a cat’s, and now that they were slitted at her, they looked frighteningly reptilian.

  “Tell me why you are different,” he demanded.

  “You’re a… a… lizard!” she gasped. “I’m not different. You’re different.”

  He shook his head impatiently. “I am a dragon, girl. I told you that already. You have seen it for yourself already. Now, tell me what you are.”

  “I’m just a human,” she said. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

  “I don’t believe you,” he said, keeping a firm hold on her. “You should be terribly ill, but instead you’re fighting fit. You seem stronger here than you were back in your realm. You have performed feats that should be impossible. We both saw you climb that wall and jump down the other side.”

  “I don’t know how that happened!”

  “I still don’t believe you,” he said, his teeth flashing white. “You will tell me, pet. But first, you will learn the value of obedience. I will not drag every answer to every question out of you.”

  “I don’t owe you any answers… oh, my god!”

  She skimmed through the air as the dragon threw her down on the bed face first so her bared back and bottom and thighs were vulnerable to him. She tried to scramble up, but he was much faster than her, and much, much stronger. His hand came down on the nape of her neck, pinning her in place, and she let out a cry like the wild thing she had become.

  “What are you doing!” A loud growl broke over her squeals.

  Another man had come into the room, a tray clutched between his hands. She recognized him. The dark-haired one. The one who was a dragon and a man. The one… oh, god, this was all too much. She read rage in his eyes as he saw her naked and pinned to the bed.

  “She’s lying to me,” the blond said from his perch behind her. “She’s hiding something from us.”

  “Let her drink and eat before you start beating her,” the dark-haired one insisted.

  “She has done both. She ate my lunch and drank my water.”

  “One meal is not enough for humans, especially not ones who have been physically stressed the way she has. They’re not as resilient or as strong as we are. Let her up.”

  To Brianna’s surprise, the blond did as he was asked and allowed her to rise. She pulled the sheets around her naked body as the food and water was placed on a little table near the bed.

  “I’m Chak,” the dark-haired man said with what probably passed for a version of a reassuring smile in this world. “And that is Valkimer. Do you remember us?”

  “Do I remember you kidnapping me and drugging me? Yes,” she said, not buying his friendly demeanor for a second. If this was their attempt at good cop, bad cop, it wasn’t going to work.

  “That was us,” Chak said without any sign of embarrassment. “Have something to eat.”

  “I’m not hungry,” she said. “I want to go home. You psychos better let me leave, because I am going to find my way back and when I do I’m going to tell everyone what you’ve been doing here and… mmphhh!” She was cut off as Valkimer’s large hand clapped over her mouth.

  “I told you,” he said over her head. “She’s ill-disciplined. She doesn’t need food. She needs training.”

  “She seems strong enough to take it,” Chak agreed. “Let’s start slow. We don’t know what her limits are. She’s angry and that might make her seem stronger than she really is.”

  He was talking about her as if she were a specimen, something to be studied and carefully observed.

  Brianna squirmed in the blond dragon’s grasp as he pulled her from the sheets and made her totally naked before their strange eyes. She tried to wriggle free and cover herself, but he was not going to allow her even a little modesty. He moved into a new position, sitting on the edge of the bed, and from there he pulled her over his strong thighs.

  “You’re going to tell us how you survived here,” he said, palming her bottom.

  “I. Don’t. Know! Owwww!” She gasped as his palm met her flesh with a hard slap. “That hurts!”

  “It is intended to,” Valkimer growled down at her squirming, desperate frame. “You have failed to be obedient even once.”

  “Why should I be?”

  “Because this is what will happen if you do not obey us,” he said, his hand sweeping down across her bottom again, bringing a blast of hot pain. Brianna gasped and squealed furiously, but it was no good. He didn’t care about her anger or her squirming. He held her firmly and he spanked her long and hard until her resistance broke and hot tears started to trace down her cheeks.

  She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was being spanked by a dragon. He was whipping her butt like she owed him money, and the worst part of it was that she couldn’t have answered his question even if s
he’d wanted to.

  “I don’t know!” she cried out. “I really mean it, I don’t know anything!”

  The harsh spanking stilled, and Valkimer’s powerful hand patted her hot cheeks. “Now I believe you.”

  She could barely see anything through the tears in her eyes, but she could make out Chak’s outline, standing nearby, arms folded over his broad chest.

  “Tell me how you managed to hide from us when we were looking for you,” Valkimer said. “We searched the grounds. You were nowhere to be found.”

  Brianna bit her lower lip. That was information she didn’t want to share. If she kept it to herself, she could use it again in the future in another escape attempt.

  “I was just, you know, around,” she lied.

  “We looked everywhere,” he said. “You were not around, girl. Tell us where you hid.”

  She fell silent.

  There was a snort above her. “You have not learned anything with a simple spanking, have you, girl?”

  She felt herself being pushed from his lap and back onto the bed. Two pairs of eyes—one light, one dark—looked down at her as she squirmed beneath their gazes.

  “We’re more than prepared to teach you a lesson, pet,” Valkimer said. He walked across the room and opened a chest. She could not see the contents of it, but she saw the cuffs he had in his hands once he’d pulled them out.

  “No!”

  Her words came too late. Both men were moving in concert now, as if they had practiced this before. Valkimer with the light eyes and the shock of pale hair clasped heavy leather bonds around her wrists, while Chak did the same to her feet. There were short lengths of chain on each, which clipped to restraints at the corners of the bed. In seconds, she was bound and spread for them, her legs parted to reveal the reddish down of her sex. Her sore bottom was pressed against the bed, stinging with every little motion she made. She tried to stay still, but it was impossible. Her body was looking for an escape, instinctively testing her bonds and writhing against captivity.

  Chak took over now, his warmer demeanor giving no quarter as he sat next to her and looked down into her eyes.

  “You must always be truthful with us,” he said, lecturing her firmly, but not without some measure of empathy. “Lying to us could put you in extreme danger. Besides, you must learn to trust us.”

  “Trust? Hah!” She pulled against the cuffs.

  “Mhm,” he said, his eyes dropping from her face to her breasts. She felt a flush of fresh heat suffusing her entire body. This was so embarrassing, to be chained like this, totally unable to protect herself, entirely at the will of these rough, dangerous dragons who had already deprived her of her freedom.

  She watched as he lowered his head toward the little pink tips of her nipples. A soft moan escaped her as his tongue extended, tracing moisture around the areola. At first it felt almost seductive, then he blew gently upon the wetted spot and she felt the sensitive skin begin to tingle.

  “Oh, god… what… are you doing?” She gasped the words as he continued to blow light breezes over her nipple and the tingling became more intense and almost reached the border of pain before he leaned over and repeated the act on the other side. Something about his breath caused her skin to react as if there was real heat being applied. Her nipples stood erect and she felt her entire form respond to the stimulation.

  Down below, Valkimer was not idle. She felt his hands reach under her and part her spanked bottom cheeks. She half expected him to start fucking her right away. These weren’t men and they obviously didn’t understand the finer points of consent, but he ignored her pussy and instead focused his attention on the tight little bud of her butt. She felt his tongue press against her anus and her hips bucked with the shock of the sensation. No man had ever touched her there, let alone let his tongue play against the tight little hole. Valkimer had no shame, no limits, no boundaries… she let out her frustrations in a soft moan as the unlikely stimulation actually began to feel good.

  They were working on her with an incredible synergy, each man bringing a different part of her to a peak she had not known was possible. As Chak toyed with her nipples, Valkimer introduced something slick and slimy and hard to her butt. She couldn’t look down and see what it was, but she could feel the greasy tip of it begin to press past her tight muscle.

  “What… what are you doing?”

  “It’s a Cadentis root,” Valkimer informed her. “Perfect for a pet who needs a sting in her tail.”

  Chak’s mouth roamed her neck and her breasts and found her lips, kissing her deeply as the dragon between her thighs began to plunder her bottom with his root. She moaned into the dark one’s mouth, his tongue masterfully lashing hers with a heat and a desire that almost drove all sense from her head. They had her body in thrall, every part of her responding to their demanding touch.

  The root was not too thick or too long and it was well lubricated with some kind of grease, so aside from the sheer embarrassment of having her bottom filled with some kind of hard plant matter it was not so bad… until the heat started inside her bottom too. Just like her nipples had felt flashes of soft fire tormenting them, now her bottom was beginning to burn.

  “Oh, god, what’s happening…”

  “Cadentis root releases compounds, which heat the surrounding flesh,” Valkimer said. “Your bottom is going to be warm inside and out, pet.”

  He took hold of the thicker base of the root and played with it, pushing it in and out of her bottom a little bit at a time until her hips left the bed and she writhed with something like pleasure. Chak’s tongue rubbed over her taut little nubs, teasing her with liquid heat even as her bottom was gently fucked with the root. Her pussy was dripping, her clit was hard and yearning, but they both ignored her actual sex in favor of tormenting her nipples and bottom until she could barely stand it.

  “Please…” she moaned. “Please…” She didn’t even know what she was begging for, only that she needed release.

  These men acted as though her body belonged to them. They owned her, every part of her, even the dirty, naughty parts she would never have allowed anyone to touch in a million years. She bucked against her chains as they drove her into a frenzy of desperation—and then, suddenly, as abruptly as they had started, they stood up, looked at one another, and left the room.

  “Hey! Hey! What are you doing? Where are you going?”

  They gave no answer, and she heard the bolts in the door slide home, another layer of locks to keep her contained.

  The root was still in her bottom, making her sex swelter, and she was still chained. But the worst part of it all was the simple fact that suddenly, she was alone. She felt their absence, missed it, totally incomprehensibly. She should have been glad to be spared the touch of kidnapping strangers but instead her body and much of her mind craved their return.

  “Oh, god,” she murmured to herself. “I’m in trouble.”

  Chapter Five

  “Wow,” Valkimer said as they retired to the shared bathroom that connected their room and their pet’s training chamber. He had given the signal to leave her just in time. Another minute or more of exposure to her delicious form and he would have had to consume her. He could still see her pussy in his mind’s eye, the flowering petals opening for him, inviting him into that tight hole.

  “Mhm,” Chak agreed. “She is a hot little thing. Our instincts were right. She’s perfect. Our bidders will go mad when they see how eager she is once you begin to touch her.”

  “She’s not like dragon females,” Valkimer whistled. “Not at all. Everything about her is…” He let out a little growl in place of a word. “That soft, wet slit… it calls to me.”

  “It calls to us both,” Chak said. “We need a rule. We both handle her, or not at all. We will wear her out if we take turn after turn. I do not know if a human female is capable of fully sating the hunger of one dragon, let alone two.”

  Valkimer nodded slowly. “Yes. We handle her together. And it will
stop us from becoming overly attached.”

  “Oh, now you’re worried about getting attached?” Chak smirked.

  “She’s a different creature when she’s aroused,” Valkimer admitted. “I see the attraction now.”

  “You always were slow,” Chak mocked him in good-natured tones. The truth was that he was just as stunned by Brianna as Valkimer was. She had totally transformed before them in a matter of minutes, from a sullen prisoner to a vibrant beauty writhing with all the soft allure of her species.

  “We need to send a scout back to the human realm,” Valkimer said after splashing his face with some cool water. “We need to find out what is going on with that girl. She’s human, but not like other humans. We need to know why before we sell her.”

  “You know someone willing to make the same sacrifice we did?”

  They looked at one another solemnly. Going to the human realm was not without a price. Humans who came to the dragon realm without treatment would perish in the atmosphere. Dragons could go to the human realm without immediate ill effects, but their lifespans were considerably shortened as a result. Those dragons who had taken part in the first invasion had all died within a mere fifty years.

  Chak and Valkimer had already lived three hundred years. They had been due another six hundred at least. But warriors did not wish for long lives. They wished for lives lived well, and they had decided they would rather live short, rich lives, than languish in long retirement. Besides, there was a theory that the shortening of lifespan was directly related to how long the dragon spent in the human realm. If it were months or years then life was certainly shortened, but a few hours at a time would perhaps only knock off a few decades at most. And who would really miss a decade or two?

  “Patch,” they said at the same time.

  Patch was a younger dragon who had been born with a disability that made it impossible for him to assume his flight form. Eager to prove himself, he had tried over and over again to join the king’s guard, but of course he had been rejected. Finally Valkimer had taken pity on him and made Patch his squire.