Dracokin 8
by David Farr

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***Illonna

	We should never, ever have listened to the Black dracokin, but what
choice did we have. He'd just grabbed us off the street of Murhaden and
told us he wanted us to do a job. It wasn't dangerous, we'd be protected
by his magic, all we had to do was spy on a group of his fellows.

	Right, nothing could be simpler. Sneak into a large cavern deep in the
Dragon Mountains, find a place to hide and hope like hell seven dracokin
don't notice us. After they've left, we go back to him and tell him what
we heard. What choice did we have though, that black scaled bastard
would've killed us without hesitation.

	It was working, they were discussing some problem. We were going to get
away with it, but no, Heri had to get a better look, and knocked a stone
loose. I made a break for it, but Heri decided to stay and fight. Her
grandfather's axe just shattered as she swung it. Another appeared next
to me and grabbed me.

	Seven angry dracokin, standing around us and Heri tries to play miss
high and mighty. I expected to die then, hell I been expecting to die
since the black grabbed us. Instead the dracokin Graycin had taken us as
slaves, apparently part of a stable.

	He had carried us back to his lair, an uncomfortable trip, then he and
Heri had argued. Actually she had insulted one of his other slaves. I've
never seen anyone so angry. Somehow that made me feel a little better, he
did care for his slaves, and regarded them as worthwhile.

***Deala

	The dwarf knelt before Graycin, her harness binding her. Her companion,
a halfling, was huddled where Graycin had put her earlier. He turned away
and stalked out of the treasure chamber.

	Sharna moved forward and bent down to help the halfling up. "Hi, I'm
Sharna."

	The halfling looked up a her. "I-Illonna," she stuttered.

	Sharna gave the frightened girl one of her winning smile. "Scares you,
doesn't he?"

	"Y-yeah, aren't you?"

	"Just then I was, I've never seen him angry before, but normally I know
he won't hurt me unless I deserve it."

	"Deserve?!"

	Sharna acknowledged her with a nod. "Disobedience must be punished, we
are his after all." She gently reached round to fumble with the clasp of
Illonna's robe. "Come on, we have to get you naked."

	"Have to?" The halfling didn't stop her, but sounded unsure.

	"He's in a bad mood, and I don't want to disobey him now."

	"You're right," Illonna whispered, letting her cloak be removed. "I'm
sorry."

	"What for?" Sharna gripped the 	halfling's shirt and stated pulling it
up her body.

	"Making him angry." Illonna lifted her arms to help Sharna pull the top
off. A light piece of cloth wrapped around the halfling's chest,
providing support for her breasts.  I noticed that her stomach hung down
over her belt.

	"A little over weight are we?!" I teased.

	Irritation replaced the fear on Illonna's face. "I'm the perfect
weight!"

	Giggling I walked up to her. "For someone twice your size." I knelt and
grasped the buckle on her belt.

	"Hey, I'm the slimmest in my family!"

	With a pull I released the catch, and let her pants fall to the ground.
She was chubby all over, but at the same time, small. I knew enough about
halflings to know that she probably wasn't kidding about her family. "If
you say so."

	Meanwhile Sharna was working on untying the halfling's makeshift bra.
"Come now Deala, it takes all kinds you know. The master's accepted her,
so she must have something to offer him."

	"R-really?" She asked as her breasts sagged free.

	"He never collects junk. I mean look around you, only the finest
treasures grace these caverns." As Sharna talked I removed the last of 
halfling's clothes. Grubby from travel, the small woman was still cute,
in a rolly-polly sort of way.

	"Come on you four, we'd better get going to the hot pools. Illonna and
Heri must be clean when the master checks."

***Scartolo

	Unlike Graycin I have little skill in mental misdirection, so to protect
my lair I rely on it being inaccessible by our ground dwelling children.
Once, when I was only a few hundred years old, I thought that it would be
impossible for a elf, dwarf, human or halfling to climb so deep in the
dragon mountains, but I knew better now.

	My current toy shrank away from me as I strode into my lair. He couldn't
escape, the rock bonds around his wrists anchored him securely to the
floor. Fear filled his eyes as I watched him, so different from the
arrogance when he'd first arrived.

	It had been a surprise to find him, collapsed outside my lair,
recovering from his climb. With obvious effort he'd gotten to his feet
and announced himself as a Dragon slayer. In answer I had laughed and
walked back inside. My previous toy, a slip of a girl who by then was
covered in red marks, was waiting inside. She didn't even react when the
slayer had arrived, announcing his intention to save her.

	His error became obvious. Happy to have such a strong and spirited new
toy I decided to release my old one. I dropped her at the nearest
village, leaving them to take care of her.

	The dragon slayer had not been as hardy as his ego suggested. Already he
had slipped into absolute fear. Everything scared him, and while I found
it enjoyable, he was also a very good subject to study.

	I'm not totally evil, I'll leave that to Darsolo thank you. Like each of
the council of seven I examine the children races, looking at their
growth over the passing centuries, just our parents had done. My focus is
most similar with Graycin, we both look at the humans, elves, dwarves and
halflings but while he examines their minds and pleasures, I investigate
the limits of their bodies and their fears.

	I stalked over to my toy, angry. While neither he nor I would admit it,
Graycin had taken a fine pair of prizes from me this day. The races our
two intruders represented were becoming more and more rare around the
dragon mountains. First the elves and then the humans had driven them out
into the lowlands far to the south.

	My toy was saved by the appearance to a spell globe. "What do you
want?!" I snapped at the globe.

	"Excuse me Scartolo," Golri spoke from the sphere, "but we have a
problem. I can't seem to contact our brethren in the east. You've had
experience with them haven't you?"

	I scowled. "You wish me to make a trip over their to investigate."

	"Yes. Try to contact the eastern dracokin, follow their directions. If
something's happened to them, you can act as you see fit concerning our
visitors."

	I thought for a few minutes. "Okay, but I want you to back me up in the
council."

	"Only on this matter, and I won't commit Osiri."

	I grinned. "Then I accept." The globe vanished and I turned to look at
my toy. "Lucky you, I guess you get a vacation from my attentions." With
a thought I created a low rock cage around him and released his wrists.
He wouldn't be able to stand in the cage, instead forced to crawl. Also I
crated a trough and filled it with the slop I usually fed my toys.

	That done I turned and headed out of my lair. It would be safe enough
while I was away, and the trip promised to be a long one. If I wished to
make it to the Eastern continent by nightfall I would need to leave
immediately.

***Graycin

	I sat in one of my massive rock chairs, gazing at the six females
arrayed before me. Sharna and Ce'lane sat demurely like ladies, long
flowing dresses arrayed round them. Sharna's light blue dress had a low
cut neck line and displayed her soft white shoulders in their entirety,
by choice she'd added a long pair of gloves that enclosed her arms to the
same level as the dress did her body.

	Unlike Sharna, Ce'Lane had chosen a golden dress with a deep vee
cleavage. As well her hair was braided with gold chain and wrapped around
the crown of her head. Between then knelt Deala and Melaine.

	Their choices hugged their form, accenting their breasts and curves.
Melaine's was a long red robe that tented over her large breast down to a
belt that was pulled tight around her waist. In actual fact the robe was
nothing more than a long piece of fabric with a hole for her head and a
bit of stitching beneath the arms.

	Deala's outfit was literally form hugging. She and Sharna had spent a
lot of time sewing and fitting it so that it was just right. I don't know
why, but she'd chosen to dress in tight fitting green doublet and hose.
Just for effect she'd added a three pointed hat with a long brown feather
in it. She looked like something from a fairy tale.

	The final two members of the line up were naked, well in a way. Illonna
wore nothing, not even a smile on her face. Her arms twitched as she
suppressed the urge to cover herself under my gage. What she didn't know
was I had already decided not to punish or even correct her if she did.
More than any of the other three she was vulnerable, it made me wonder
what made her become an adventurer.

	Heri was still bound, and likely to remain that way for sometime. The
harness I had created for her was painful, but not agonising. She would
be uncomfortable for a while, though she might get used to it. Of course
with her arms trapped behind her she would find it hard to eat.

	I stood and wondered along the line, looking down at each of them. The
first four each looked up hopefully as I passed, Illonna just shivered
and lowered her eyes while Heri sneered as I stopped before her.

	"You have done well," I announced with a nod. "Melaine, return to your
studying."  My pupil stood, nodded and rushed off. Her new dress and the
high heeled shoes she wore made her pretty behind sway, sending the robes
swinging and revealing peeks of her long slim legs. "Sharna, Deala,
Ce'Lane, you three are back on free time, enjoy yourselves."

	The trio stood. Ce'Lane and Sharna both gripped the hems of their
dresses and curtsied while Sharna did a flagrant and deep bow, showing
off her cleavage. "Yes master." They swept off, but Sharna paused at the
door.

	"Master, I noticed there were some fine fabrics amongst your treasure,
do you mind if we use them to make some dresses?"

	I stared at her for a moment. "Of course, but make sure you do a good
job."

	She nodded and was gone, leaving me alone with my two new slaves.
Without speaking I walked over and knelt before them. "Look at me."
Illonna lifted her eyes to gaze fearfully into mine. "I pride myself on
not forcing my slaves, but with you I have had little choice. This is the
deal I offer: you remain here as my slaves and I protect you both from my
fellow dracokin and anything else that comes along, or you may leave and
be fair game for the others."

	"W-what are our chances of e-escaping?" Illonna managed.

	"If you're lucky you'll be dead in a week."

	"And if we're unlucky?" Heri spat.

	"Scartolo will take you and perform experiments on you. With a halfling
and a dwarf she might keep you alive for a year."

	"Ex-experiments?"

	"Scartolo is fascinated by the reactions to pain in you younger races,
both in body and mind. You would not enjoy it." I gave them a toothy
grin. "Of course Darsolo could catch you, then there's no telling what
will happen. We kicked him off the council because of his... interests in
demons."

	Even Heri shuddered at that. "We don't have many choices, do we?"

	"Slavery, death, or worse," I rumbled in response. I hoped that they
didn't have any choice, but you never know.

	"Y-yes," mumbled Illonna. That didn't surprise me, she was scared and my
protection was good, she only had to look to the others for evidence of
that.

	"I accept too, but on one condition." I raised an eyebrow, it didn't
surprise me that the dwarf was attempting to renegotiate, it wasn't in
her races demeanour to give up meekly. "If we should ever stop needing
your protection, we're free to go."

	"Do you have any idea what that requires? Darsolo would have to be dead
and what you overheard would have to become useless."

	She glared at me. "Its a small chance, but I can hope for the
possibility."

	"At that time I will not renegotiate, nor accept you back after you
leave, for any reason."

	Heri snorted. "Like I'd want to. Agreed?"

	"Agreed."

	Heri smiled. "Well, then, I guess you've got yourself two new slaves."

	I gave her a long smile. "And tonight you'll be performing."

***Heri

	Performing, I really didn't like the sound of that. Graycin quickly
dismissed Illonna, sending her off to learn the rules from the others.
The halfling scampered off, glad to have escaped his attention at least
for the moment.

	I turned back to look at him. "So how do you want me?" I asked, eying
him up. He had to be the biggest intelligent creature I'd ever met, well
as big as an orc, but I don't really count them as intelligent.

	He reached down and stroked my chin. "How about bound and completely
unable to move? Would you enjoy that?"

	"I doubt it," I returned, trying to keep a sneer out of my voice.
Despite that, my current bondage, painful as it was, had me slightly
aroused.

	Graycin smirked. "I've found that in the child races the brain and body
do not always agree on what is pleasurable." He reached out and took one
of my erect nipples. "And observing physical reactions are a better way
of judging the truth."

	Damn him, he knew. "Okay then, why don't you just bind me and fuck me
then?!"

	"I don't think so." He waved his hand at me. My harness vanished,
leaving my body absolutely free. Reflexively my arms fell to my side and
the movement, combined with their sudden lack of confinement, cause my
breasts to bounce a couple of times.

	I stared up at him, as he stepped up to me. He had to stoop to lift me,
but lift me he did, as if I was little more than a rag doll. Those large
clawed hands roamed my body, stroking my skin and turning me so he could
look me over. I felt like an object, which in a way I was, and I didn't
like it, but I'm also not stupid. When something as powerful as a
dracokin decides you're an object, you're an object, one way or another.

	"Enjoying the view?" I asked as a joke as he turned me so my head
pointed towards the floor.

	"Hmm. Yes," he answered. "Tuck your legs in."

	I pulled my knees up as far as I could, knowing it gave him unrestricted
access to my pussy. Moments later I felt something touch my clit. It was
wet and raspy, and it took me only a moment to realise that it was his
tongue. In that moment I felt more mortified than I ever had before. His
tongue continued to probe my sex, touching the skin around it. In spite
of myself I became wet as his tongue snaked up into my. It was so long I
could feel it deeper than anything had ever been, one of the advantages
of being a lizard I suppose.

	Then he stopped, pulling his tongue all the way out. I let out a
whimper, missing its presence.

	He chuckled. "You taste delightful," he told me, then moved me again.
Now my head rested against his shoulder, my crotch pressed into his fore
arm and my ass and cunt sticking out. "Hold on."

	Obediently I wrapped my arms and legs around his arm. Then I felt one of
the claws on his other hand being inserted in my cunt. It was big, bigger
than anything I'd ever put in there. Not that I'd had sex before, but a
girl has to release her frustration somehow.

	That finger wriggled inside, deeper than his tongue. Again it left
before I reached the peak of my pleasure and I let out a whimper of loss.
He chuckled again, then inserted it back in. Or that's what I thought,
but only moments after it entered I felt the first claw, coated in my own
juices, press against my sphincter.

	"No, please, not that," I gasped.

	He bent his head down next to my ear. "I suggest you relax, it'll
probably hurt less."

	I had no choice, I relaxed as best I could, and shortly I felt that
intruder force its way it my nether hole, causing me to gasp in pain. I'd
never felt so full before in my life, what with two of his fingers inside
him. His palm massage my nub as the finger in my cunt continued to trust
in and out of me.

	The pleasure built in me. I started thrusting against his palm, wanting
more, not caring that I was also fucking myself on the finger in my ass.
At last the sensations pushed me over edge and I came, hard. Graycin kept
thrusting, taking me from climax to climax.

	My movements were weak when he stopped. Sated and exhausted I looked up
at his face, but saw him gazing across the room. I turned and he shifted
to cradle me in his arms. So far gone was I that it didn't even bother me
when I saw Illonna and the elf Ce'Lane standing at the entrance to the
cavern, watching me.

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