I was greeted to a blurry, dimly lit world as I awoke from my sleep. For all the good it did me. I had not tasted the flesh of a woman in days, though it felt like weeks. I tried to rub the sleep from my eye, but found that my hands were locked above my head in energy manacles. Every time I woke, I was made to remember that I was bound and powerless to escape my fate. I still remember vividly the events that lead to my current predicament...

3 weeks earlier...

I walked through the lavishly decorated halls, filed with expensive pottery and portraits. A long line of barely dressed slaves on either side of me bowed as I walked. "Well he certainly is making a show of his wealth," I thought to myself. The base of operations for this syndicate was more like the palace of a sheik from the old Earth Cinemas. The lounge for the high ranking members that I walked through was filled with colored incense, beds covered in cushions in which men lazily sat, attended to by no less than five women. Even the slaves themselves bore decorations; jewels, pearls, gold, platinum, necklaces. Even the collars they wore were polished and lined with a multitude of colored jewels.

I might have been disgusted at such careless and unguarded display, were it not for the show of professionalism on the way here. As per request, a ship sent by the syndicate arrived at my station where I was to be escorted by the currently elected representative's personal guard. They were loyal, disciplined and stalwart to be sure, not giving an inch even as I tested their loyalty the entire trip.

Although we were meeting on their backyard, the one to reach out to this organization was Archanius-sama. It was a rapidly growing operation, coverign an entire star system, and dealt in the same distribution of "goods" as the Alliance. It's slave market alone was estimated to be the size of 27% of what the Alliance's. Such an organization would be a fine asset to merge with. And a costly one. Before the representative would even meet with an emissary, he demanded to be shown a great deal of information about the Alliance and it's operations. Enough information to possibly cripple the Alliance if it fell into the wrong hands.

When I finally came to end of the hall, I was greeted to the sight of the representative, Banu Ghatafan, lazily lying on a couch on the floor; surrounded by naked slaves, some of which were chained at neck to a dais behind the couch. He was a fat lump of a man, in his fifties at least, and held a head seemingly devoid of hair. Plenty of warts though. He had a slave in each arm while two others were busily working his cock. The otherd were either rubbing their bodies up against him or holding trays of food and drink.

I stood silently observing the man as he took a long smoke of a water pipe. It wasn't until he had exhaled the smoky drug that he noticed me there. "Ah, you must the emissary from the Archanius Alliance. Your master simply said I that I would know you when I saw you, and he was not jesting. Welcome to my palace and headquarters of Red Sun. I am Banu Ghatafan. I beg your forgiveness for all the secrecy, but should our dealings prove to be less than productive I have an obligation to protect my organization from a "hostile" takeover."

I quickly gave the slaves surrounding him a quick glance, one in particular catching my eye. A buxom spanish woman with unusually long hair and way about her movements that suggested she was far more than the average pleasure slave. Looking back to Banu I reached into my vest and removed a data cube and tossed it to one of the slaves, "That has all of the information you requested. This satisfies your requirements for our meeting." I said allowing the slave to display the information to him before he sent her off with it, "I have been given full authority over this matter by Archanius-sama. I would like to begin by-"

"Yes yes, I understand you are eager to begin negotiations but I'm afraid Red Sun is no longer interested in joining the Alliance." he said before he, and the slaves disappeared. The wall behind the hologram split and retracted, revealing that he was in a private chamber the entire time "Thanks to you my large, scaly friend I have all I need to overthrow your pitiful Alliance. Archanius was a fool to hand it over so easily. And now I have some new blood for entertaining my audiences."

I could feel my blood begin to boil at the mockery of my master. Even if I died, I would slay this man before before I let him betray and insult Arachanius-sama without retribution! By sheer luck most of the soldiers had gathered in front of me; I drew my head back and let loose a torrent of flames down upon them, scattering them screaming in agony as their flesh burned. I charged through them straight toward the traitorous bastard with blood on my mind, I was going to tear him limb from limb! The slaves screamed and ran away in terror, save one who still scream but was oddly standing her ground as I bounded toward them. The fat man quickly reached for a small remote connected to his couch and pressed something. In that instant I was subjected to blinding pain and agony, unable to move as thousands of volts of electricity were sent through me.

I was so blinded with rage that I noticed too late the floor leading to him was not covered in carpeting like the rest of the hall. To my credit, I was able to endure three rounds of being shocked before I passed out from the pain.

Since that time I had been made to fight in a colosseum, and when I was done fighting I was sent straight back to my cell. I received more than enough food and water to sustain myself, but I was only allowed enough women to keep me coherent enough to fight. In addition, the toll of fighting day after was beginning to show itself; they were few but after a while the wounds began to build up. The latest of which was dealt to my eye, which had since swollen shut. And my prized sword, the Murakumo, was taken from me. Most likely that fat bastard is keeping it as a trophy. Just the thought was enough to make me see red.

And now here I sat alone with my thoughts until I heard the soft padding of foot steps approaching.

Star Dancer Log Entry 1047

My search for Alya has so far been fruitless. At least in terms of trying to find her.

Lead after lead and they've all led to nothing. I suppose it should count for something that I've managed to shut down so many slavers. And it does. But I'd rather just have my sister back.

I guess I need to keep trying. Perhaps this latest lead will bear more fruit. I've been concentrating on the Alliance, since they are the largest slaver organization in the known systems. Even if they are not the ones carrying a trade, very little seems to escape their knowledge.

But they are not the only players. I have heard recently of this "Red Sun" group run by a Banu Ghatafan, a singularly distasteful indvidual. Fat, ugly, ruthless and with no discernable sense of honor. I don't really cherish the idea of getting 'captured' by them, but they control the slave trade in their entire system. Even the Alliance hasn't managed to gain a foothold in Banu's territory. So I have to find out what he knows, if anything, about Alya.


Star Dancer Log Entry 1050

After spending a few days among some of the villages on the outskirts of "Red Sun" territory, I may need to redefine my previous opinion of Banu Ghatafan.

He is not "Fat, ugly, ruthless and with no discernable sense of honor." He is also "arrogant, egotistical, paranoid and none too bright."

Apparently his organization raids the outer system regularly to populate his slave trade. You can almost set your calendar by it! His people have raided the town of Solina, where I am now, 4 times in the last 6 months. If they keep to their pattern, they will raid this down again within the week.

Each time, they have taken four girls - three for trade, and one for Bran's harem. They always choose the most fiery one for Bran.. the one that puts up the greatest fight. Apparently he likes "breaking the spirit" of his harem.

I should have no problem convincing them that I(!) will be the greatest challenge for Bran.


Star Dancer Log Entry 1053

"Red Sun" raided Solina yesterday, as anticipated.

It was not difficult to catch the eye of the raiding party. Between them, I don't think the four men had the intelligence of a common mouse. A bit of skin to get their attention, a slap when one of them grabbed me, and soon I was fighting them all. Pathetic really, I could have beaten all four of them at once if I had wanted.. but that would not have accomplished my goal.

I have the "honor" of being Banu's latest pet. Let me just say that the descriptions I had of that pig do not do him justice. I'm not sure there are words that do. It takes all of my willpower not to get sick every time he touches me, and even more power not to just kill him and be done with it. But his paranoia protects him. His 'palace' as he calls it is relatively secure, but I've seen better. I am convinced that I can get anywhere I need to.

The problem is that Banu trusts nobody! Not even his second. All of his information is in his head, or in his personal files, which are encoded and protected by at least five different security schemes! I've seen government computer systems that don't have as many layers of protection as Banu has on his system! He's not going to get careless around me, that much is obvious.

I need to find another way to get into his database!


Star Dancer Log Entry 1092

Nearly six weeks now I've spent as this slime's favorite plaything.. and I'm no closer to learning what he knows about my sister, than I was the day I got here!

It may be time to give up on getting information. Maybe I should just kill the bastard and get out while I can.


Star Dancer Log Entry 1095

Goddess, am I lucky that I did not give in to my desire to kill Banu the other day!

His people staged another raid this week, and brought back his latest pick of girls. As sorry as I feel for them, it also means that I am no longer Banu's favorite. He ignores me, as he ignores the rest of his harem now.

More than that though, the Alliance is sending a representative to meet with Banu! And the idiot plans on betraying the Alliance. I swear the man has an ego bigger than this castle.. stars, it's probably bigger than this entire world.

Still, this may be the opportunity I have been hoping for. IF I can somehow make contact with the Alliance envoy and warn him...

No. Odds are he wouldn't believe me - figuring I was just trying to play him against my 'master' <spit>. I need to let Banu's plan work - THEN I need to determine how to make my move.


Star Dancer Log Entry 1098

I could not believe what I saw. They sent some kind of dragon-humanoid!! The Alliance sent a fucking dragon-man! And Banu STILL went through with his plan. The man is either monumentally stupid or suicidal or both.

I was attending 'The Master' in his meeting room when the creature walked in.. nearly tall enough to touch the ceiling, with the mass of about half a dozen of his guards combined. I had never seen anything like him before! And what does Banu do? Once the envoy has turned over the data that was part of the deal, Banu tells him that he's going to put the creature in his arena!

The envoy was, unsurprisingly, enraged! It charged Banu, and if we hadn't actually been protected behind a holographic screen in another room, I don't think any of us would have had a chance of getting out of there alive.

Almost everyone was in a state of panic. Everyone.. except for myself, and for Banu. He just watched as the dragon-creature fried half a dozen guards in a single attack. I had to stay by Banu and look for my opportunity, but then he activated his death panel.

The panel is designed to electrocute a human instantly. To the creature's credit, the first shock barely slowed him.. and it took two more before he went down.


Star Dancer Log Entry 1119

Tonight, I make contact with the dragon-man.

Banu has been keeping him barely alive and just strong enough to fight in his shows. Of course, that still makes him dangerous. Even weakened and tired, he could take out several of Banu's guards in a single stroke. He'd have to, to keep surviving the arena.

Banu has learned more than I thought though - apparently this creature needs sex as well as food and drink. It is a basic nourishment to them as much as air and exercise are to humans.

At first, some of the girls would volunteer to go to him, wanting to see him - but soon word spread among the harem of just how big the creature is, and how it hurts to take too much of him.

So now none of the girls volunteer, and Banu uses it as a punishment. Well, it was a simple matter to spill "the master's" brandy over him last night, and earn the 'punishment' of being sent to the 'monster'.

Tonight, we see if an enemy of my enemy can truly be a friend.


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Now


I dress for the show tonight.. jewels in my hair, and at my wrists, waist and ankles. Thin golden 'slave chains' at my neck and fastened down to the cuffs at my wrists. Three layers of light gauze draped over my body - green over my right shoulder, blue over my left, crossing over my breasts, before tying to the turqouise wrap at my waist. Everything hidden.. and yet all on display.

Banu will be watching I am sure.

Slowly I walk down the passage to the cell where the dragon-man is held. A word to the guard, a flash of the security light indicating that Banu has send me, and then the click as the door is opened for me.

I walk into the room, and can't help but pause at the sight of the massive creature in front of me. Even hurt and starved as he is, I see the majesty of the creature from the court hall. Banu is a fool if he doesn't feel the power in this humanoid - even without my help, I think he is Banu's death.

"My name is Triella." I say softly, with slave-like deference as I walk towards the creature. "I have been sent to strengthen you." I murmur, trying to appear nervous and afraid - rather than eager, while I wait for him to respond.

The lack of sustenance had apparently brought me into a heightened state of awareness. I could already tell that my visitor was a woman. The slight breeze the door created as it swung open carried the scent of my visitor to my nostrils. By God I could smell the very depths of her sex, the petals of her cunt puckered tight as they were. My cock was practically twitching in excitement as it grew.

"Strengthen me? You mean you're here to release another drop of water into my mouth to continue feeding the draught that plague me." This one was strange. She sounded like the other slew of slaves come to service me, frightened of being torn apart by taking the fullness of my girth. But this one... She did not have the stench of fear permeating her as she approached me. She smelled of something else. Hope. Desperation even, but not fear.

"Come closer, Triella, I do no bite. Come, rub the sleep from my eye, Let me have a look at you." This would have to suffice as a test fo her courage for now. All the others would not have even touched me if they could have helped it, so consumed by their fear they were.

I shiver despite myself at the rough sound of his voice, and the tone of sarcasm and pain causes me wince slightly in sympathy. Hopefully Banu won't have noticed.

"I am here.. to do as our Master requires of us." I murmur softly, wondering if somehow he might understand that I am NOT calling Banu either of our masters.

Even in this state, I can not help but feel a bit of trepidation - but also, strangely a bit of arousal at the obvious power in him, even in this state, and again I can only believe that Banu is an utter fool.

"I am not here to hurt you." I murmur, as I reach up and stroke my fingers lightly over your swollen eye. I dare not do too much, lest Banu notice - but as I slowly stroke the darkened skin, I let my empathic abilities ease some of the pain and tenderness of your wounds.

I was about to object as she touched my blackened eye, but quickly forgot to correct her as I felt the pain and soreness begin to slowly ease away. "Aaaaaahhh, ooooohhh." I sighed. I was trained to be able to push pain into the back of my mind, but I never objected when I was offered a chance to rduce it.

Still, it is curious that a slave would have such a power and go unnoticed, or that that filthy retch would send her to me. Even more curious was how she refered to him. With the other slaves it was Master Banu this, and Master Banu that. Curious or not, whatever she was doing to my eye, it was bringing the swelling down and light was returning to it, blinding at first but slowly, slowly...

When everything came into focus I was caught off guard to what awaited me, "It's you." The slave that was with Banu when he revealed his betrayal and took me captive. Out of all of them, she was the only one not to run away in fear, including that fat, traitorous slime! Now that I was able to have a better look at her, I was not displeased with what I saw. A healthy olive skin, with long, slim legs, and a trim waist; all of which was set off by the ample swell of her breasts. But it was more than just her body. She moved like a well trained sex slave, humble but with a grace all it's own. But there was also a strong discipline in her movements that went unnoticed by the untrained eye.

"So we finally have a chance to meet face to face. You were there and when that filthy pig revealed his betrayal to me. As I charged him you stood your ground. Impressive for a slave." I decided I would not pry into what she did to my eye, or even if she knew herself. Rather, it would be better to simply enjoy her company. A slave she may be, but an intriguing slave none the less.

I wince slightly as the dragon-man sighs and oohs as I ease the pain in his eye, fortunately Banu's cameras are video-only here. Still, I need to be careful. I keep my back to the camera - I know Banu can not read lips, but it doesn't mean that some of his security people can't. Better to give them as little information as possible.

When he recognizes me, I fear for a moment that he will retaliate on me for being part of his betrayal and slip back in a graceful motion, bowing low.

To the untrained, it may just look like a submissive gesture from a slave wanting to avoid punishment - but in fact it is a disciplined defensive posture. The style was designed for just this kind of jobs I undertake - deceptive and submissive, but effective especially for not being recognized as a combative gesture.

When it becomes apparent that he is not going to assault me, I straighten up and smile at him - although I know there is a coldness in my gaze. "Be careful what you say." I murmur, as I toss my hair over my shoulder in a gesture that will draw the creature's gaze to where the camera is behind me.

With a slow, sensual sway I walk back towards him now - adding a bit of a show for the camera so that any watchers are looking at my body, not my face, nor the dragon-creature.

"We do not have much time." I purr to him as I reach out to again touch his body - but this time I use no power. Instead it is a touch of seduction, tracing my fingers and nails over his chest. Hopefully he will understand that we need to give Banu a show of what he wants.. otherwise we'll both end up in worse shape than we are now.

Without warning she pulls her hand away and bows to me. Brave or not, I suppose it's only natural for a slave to assume a reprisal from one who had been so wronged, whether they had anything to with their master's actions or not.

I raised my eyebrow as she straightened back up; there was a coldness in her eyes, a coldness that drew my attention far more than when she tossed her hair behind her. Although that would have been more than enough to draw my attention anyway. Her words and the fact that I could make out a security camera behind her, made me wonder if she was more than what she seemed.

What she said as she reached out to run her hand over my chest is what struck me the hardest. The obvious meaning behind her words was that her time with me was limited, but underneath that was a much more desperate and serious message.

Any other thoughts concerning what she meant were quickly pushed aside as my hunger finally surfaced. The sensuality in her voice and the gentle exploration of my chest by her fingers was making my cock twitch in excitment. Even though I knew it would not last, even though I knew I would be left wanting, I wanted it soooo badly. I gave a low growl in acknowledgement and shifted as best I could with my legs crossed to allow her a better position on my lap.

I can't help but be a little alarmed as I watch the dragon-creature's erection stirring. If I planned on being on this planet much longer, I might actually owe some of the slaves an apology for not believing their stories.

Still I smile at him as I reach up, and slide the silk from one shoulder, then the other.. until only the short little wrap around my waist remains. Not that that really hides anything either. But again, I need to keep any watcher's focused on our bodies.. rather than our faces.

Slowly I climb up onto the creature's lap, wrapping my legs around him, until his pole is pressed against my folds, and points up along my body. It's WARM.. and a bit rough. More so than I had expected - again the tales of the slaves seem to be truer than I had thought.

Still, I have no choice now.

I lean in close to him, making it look like I am just giving soft sexual whispers to him, or perhaps pleading for him to be gentle. "How have you taken the other girls? I need you to treat me just as you have them. Rougher if possible. If Banu thinks this is a severe punishment for me, it will be easier to arrange another visit."

I licked my lips in eager anticipation as she shed her clothes, exposing the full swell of her bosom. I take in her heady aroma as she presses her body up against me. The feel of her legs wrapping around me and her rounded orbs pressed against my chest makes my cock twitch against her.

"Oh? You're one of those types are you? Just can't get enough agony? Huh huh huh huh hu." I cannot help but chuckle at her statement. So many girls have been sent to me as punishment, but I have yet to see any of them again. Apparently being forced to take my girth was enough to make them learn not to make any more mistakes, and now she asks me to make her punishment even worse.

"I have not taken anyone. With the miniscule amount of brains in his head, your master wisely bound me with these accursed energy shackles. Were it not for these bindings I would have taken my fill of any slave sent to me. Hence, they have ridden me at their discretion. Each slave so far has stopped just before they felt they would be torn open, hardly more than halfway down my manhood. The only thing I can do from my position is try to thrust my hips up."

[OOC: Sorry for the delay - been having a bit of 'writers block']

I roll my eyes and shake my head as the dragon-oid misinterprets my comments. "No.. I don't. But I saw what you did.. to the Guards.." I murmur, carefully using the cascade of my jet black hair to hide my face from the camera.

I bite my lower lip nervously as I actually have to stand up to position myself over his organ. This is almost certainly going to hurt. Carefully, I begin to lower myself over the huge shaft, groaning as the crown pushes against my folds. My head tosses as I grind against it, not having expected him to be this big. I had been certain the slaves had been exaggerating. If anything though, they seemed to have understated the fact. Perhaps figuring it might intrigue some of the others, or that they were just trying to make the stories more believable.

A gasp and a sob of pain escapes my throat as the massive crown finally pushes into me, stretching me until I swear that I should be able to see the shaft pushing against my stomach. "Oh..my...gods" I groan.. just trying to hold him there for a moment.. while my body tries to decide if it hurts.. or if it feels too damn good!

Knowing I won't be able to talk much longer one way or another, I whisper again. "If you.. could still.. fight like that.. we might.. be of use... to one another." I tell him as I slowly let myself slide another couple of inches down his shaft. I shudder as my body decides that this massive cock does in fact feel too damn good!

(It's okay. I too have been plagued by a serious case of writer's block lately.)

I slide my tongue out to lick at one caramel colored nipple atop the olive hill of her breast as she stood upon my lap. My hands may have been bound but that wouldn't stop me from enjoying all that her body had to offer. I run my tongue over and around the fleshy hill, bringing it into the valley of her cleavage before bringing it back to prominent teat. Lashing the tip of my tongue over it back and forth I concentrate my efforts on bringing the tanned bud to hardness.

I draw my tongue back into my mouth and slide it out to attack the other supple tit when she slips the head of my cock into the tight folds of her womanhood, forcing me to pull it back so as not to bite off my tongue. Oh the strength it took not to thrust into her waiting tunnel. The heat of her wet womb surrounding the tip of my cock forced a deep sigh from my lungs as she slowly slid down my length bit by bit.

After regaining some control I let my tongue slip again from my mouth to attack the other supple tit, slowly circling the aureol at it's peak. It wasn't until she spoke to me again that I stopped. Fight? Be of use to one another? I do not know if this woman is a slave taking a dangerous gambit or something more, but now she has sparked my attention. At the worst, she's a deluded slave hoping to plot her freedom, or at least change masters hoping I will be better than her current one.

I dragged my tongue slowly up the slope of her breast and up her neck until I slide it off the tip of her chin. I lean forward as much as the shackles will allow me and plant a deep kiss on her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth twining it about her's. When I finally break the kiss, I pull my head back until we're but a finger's width apart and whisper to her, "What you saw was nothing."

[again my apologies - writer's block, injury, writer's block, and travel I'm still having some problems getting the writing done, but I'm already embarrassed at how long it's taken me to answer]

I gasp as that wicked tongue begins to play over my breasts. I can feel my body shiver under the teasing muscle as it slides down my cleavage before playing across the sensitive skin of my breasts, and teasing the dark crowns to an almost painful stiffness.

I keep forcing myself to slowly rise and fall over that incredible shaft.. gods, it felt SOOOO good - it's all I can do to not just start orgasming again and again as I feel the thick, rough cock sliding against my walls, stretching my sheath. I groan when I feel the swollen head of the shaft push at my cervix, and my muscles instinctively tighten around the thick organ. I shiver, knowing that this is how the other slaves have felt, with only a small portion of the creature's cock inside me.

Then, suddenly, I find myself being kissed by the dragonoid! My entire body pulses as his tongue slips into my mouth.. pleasure coursing through my body as it's almost like he's fucking me from both ends at once. My hands reach out to run over his powerful chest, and to brace myself as the orgasm crashes over me. Wave after wave of pleasure running from my mouth to my womb down to my clitoris in a cascade of sensation.

As the kiss is broken, I barely manage to catch the creature's response, before a scream is torn from my throat as I feel my legs give out under me, and I fall onto the raging erection between my thighs. The organ pierces my cervix, and plunges deep into my uterus until I feel it stretching the back wall of my womb. I look down to see over half of the mighty organ has disappeared inside me, and the muscles of my abdomen ripple over the huge intruder in a near continuous orgasm.

Only vaguely do I remember Banu's words that my punishment would be a thousand times worse if I were to allows the creature to reach orgasm - but my body has other ideas. "Fuck.. me" I murmur back to the dragon-man as I ride the shaft to climax after climax, determined to bring him to his peak as well before the guards realize what is happening and come in to separate us.

(First of all don't push yourself if you're injured. Second of all, I'm even more embarassed at how long it's taken me to reply as well. )

I cursed the damnable shackles holding my hands like never before. God... the feel of soft silken hands running over my chest as she moved herself over me was both refreshing and infuriating, reminding me that my own hands were bound and unable to take action of their own. How I longed to run my hands over her form, to pinch, twist, tweak and stimulate hard, caramel nipples between my fingers. To heft huge, soft melons up; capture their perfect form under my fingers and distort their round, inviting shape.

Alas I was confined to simply lap at the perky mounds and their round buds as she moves, making them bounce and swing so enticingly. Her skin had tasted sweet and had begun to grow spicy as a thin sheen of sweat formed around her skin from her exertions.

After I had pulled my tongue from her mouth, all I could do was grit my teeth until it felt they would pop out of my gums from the pressure. The feel of a well trained pussy stroking the length of my cock with it's pink, slick inner walls was almost torture after so long a run of mediocre cunts. I dare not try to taste her bronze flesh again, for fear of biting off my own tongue in the process. So rather than injure myself I started to buck my hips up towards her. And that's when it happened.

She lost her footing and slipped plunging my cock deeper into her womb than she probably thought possible. So many inches of my shaft disappeared into her wet, clneching folds as her inner muscles convulsed and spasmed into a serious of orgasms. I choked back a deafening roar as her pussy reached more of my shaft and climaxed around it over and over was just too much. My eyes slammed shut and my fingers clench and and unclenched around the air.

I came. Hard. I would have been horribly embarassed had I reached my peak so quickly under normal circumstances, but these were far from normal circumstances. Thick wads of steaming hot semen shot out from the head of my cock in rapid torrents, quickly filling the sex of the voluptuous slave continuously climaxing on my cock to overflwoing. The sensation of reaching orgasm after so long was simply divine. And it was so much more satisfying than the rest of those stupid whores sent to me. She wasn't simply pumping an unaccustomed hole around me, she was using every muscle in her womanhood to stroke, squeeze, massage and milk every square inch that she had taken into herself.

I was wrong. She wasn't here to release a single small drop into my mouth, she was here to revive me with an elixir of life.

((Don't worry about it - as you can see - neither of us are setting speed records on our post rate currently ))

A scream escapes from my throat as I feel the pulsing..swelling deep inside me.. goddess it's SOOO deep. And the first thing I feel is the heat of it.. the hot rush of his seed flooding my womb.

My mind shuts down from overload as the powerful sensations wash over my body in blinding wave after wave of pleasure as the hot geyser erupts inside me.

Loud screams echo in my ears - only slowly penetrating my mind as I realize the voice is neither mine, nor his - but the angry screams of that bastard Banu. "GET THAT STUPID WHORE OUT OF THERE!! SEPARATE THEM NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND SUBDUE HIM QUICKLY!!!!" the voice echoes from the speakers just as the door to the cell slams open as four guards enter the chamber.

I grab onto the dragon - trying to milk as much pleasure as possible for us both. Two of the guards grab my arms and try to pull me off of the massive cock that is lodged inside me, but it is so deep it is difficult for them to lift me off.

Another guard shoots the prisoner with enough sedative to kill a hundred humans, while the last one triggers the electric shock in his shackles, in an effort to subdue him.

As I am finally dragged off of that wondrous shaft, I struggle against the guards - wanting nothing more but to climb back onto him, and release him to feel the full strength of his passion and lust.

As I am dragged from the room, between the two guards, one of them tells me that by the time Banu is done with me, I'll wish I was dead - even he seems afraid of what Banu will do to me. Still, I look back to the prisoner to see if he is still alive after the drugs and electricity, as I carefully manage to steal the key-pass from the guard who was talking to me. After all - if we both survive the next couple of days - I may have an ally - and I will need the key if either of us are to be free.

Banu proved yet again how brainless he truly was. In my state the sedatives were of little use, however given their potent dose it was not long before I was out, and the electric shock used was even less effective. Surely he did not wish to kill me and spoil the joy of watching me die in the arena?

For a disciplined mind, there is no such thing as pain beyond endurance. Therefore when the guard activated the shackles binding me, sending thousands of volts throughout my body, I did not cry out. Oh but I was angry. A terrible, deafening roar escaped my throat as the voluptuous slave was pulled off of my shaft, even as I continued to spurt my seed onto the floor. I wanted MORE! The pain of the shackles was nothing before the anguish of being torn from the warm, welcoming folds of this woman. It was like being pierced through the stomach, and made the sensations of electricity shooting through me negligible.

Before long though the sedatives did take effect, and I did pass out. When I awoke the scent of burnt flesh permeated the cell, and I quickly realized the flesh was my own. fortunately however, the burns did not go past the thick, leathery hide that was my skin. Despite the pain of such burns I did feel a great deal better than before however.

My thoughts quickly turned back to the slave who had surely doomed herself to rounds of torture by Banu for disobeying his orders. I wonder where she is now? Given Banu's reaction, whether she would ever live to see the light of the next day was questionable at best. God she felt so good around me, so warm and inviting. Still, as ravishing as she was, her words were even more stirring than the feel of her body. What was her purpose in asking me such dangerous questions while our captors watched us? Was she more than she seemed, or was she simply thinking beyond her station in life? With no answers to the questions that lingered in my mind, all I could do was silently mourn for her absence.