Dragon Slave (Valgaav/Filia version)

Dragon Slave
by Zanne Chaos

Chapter Two
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Filia came to gradualher her groggy mind feeling thick and muddled not only from the pounding headache, but from the cold that had leeched into her bones. When had she picked such a cold, hard place to sleep? She shivered uncontrollably and moved to pull her cloak around herself tighter.

The feelings of stone scraping bare skin, her fingers not touching cloth but flesh, and the hard heaviness on her wrists woke her up with a snap. Filiueakueaked in shocked horror as she realized she was completely naked, bound at the wrists to heavy chains in the floor.

The panic was almost blinding. She tried to cover herself, to bring her hands together, to cast a spell, to transform, *anything!* But to no avail. The chains weren't long enough for her to bring her hands together to channel a spell, let alone to afford her any degree of modesty.

Her struggles drew the attention of her captors, and a guard moved to the bars, leering at her as his eyes roamed over her body. Filia blushed furiously, hunching her shoulders, trying to cover herself somehow, feeling the sting of humiliated, panicked tears welling up in her eyes.

"We had to take your clothes off," the guard said in mock sympathy. "They was all wet, and wet clothes'll make ya sick. We couldn't go havin' any of that now, could we?"

A sob choked her as she tried to fight down the panic. She looked around frantically, trying to figure out a way to escape, and noticed something odd. The shackles and the floor were both glowing faintly in strange patterns.

Icy fingers seized her heart and constricted her lungs, and she thought she might become ill. ~Runic magic. Oh gods, what are they doing to me?~

Where was everyone? Had Miss Lina and the others really left? What if they had? No one was here, and she'd be worthless as a hostage, and no one would help her. The hopelessness of the situation was overwhelming.

Her ears caught the sound of new footsteps and the door creaking open. ~Maybe they did notice!~ she thought, biting down a desperate moan. Filia turned to the door, hurrying to the bars, watching hopefully.

Hot tears blurred her vision when it wasn't anyone she knew, but a long-haired brunette woman wearing a very scant black leather outfit, rigged with various chains that ran from her cuffs to the collar around her neck. She carried a large wooden case, and behind her was a man holding a leash that was hooked to her collar.

They stopped outside the cell, where the girl immediately lowered herself to her knees. The man paid no attention to anyone, but studied Filia. She swallowed hard against cold knot of dread settling low in her stomach. His eyes roamed over her, sizing her up. "You're the Dragon?" he asked.

She hesitated, then nodded. "I am." Her voice trembled.

He crossed his arms, standing back. "Good." Filia looked down, turning her head away, then heard heavy footsteps approaching her, and a soft clatter. "Stand straighter." His voias nas near her now, beside her.

She hunched her shoulders, turning her face away, hating the hot trails of tears burning her cheeks. She felt a hand gently move her hair away, then she gasped in pain as he gripped a fistful tightly at the nape. He pulled her head back, forcing her to straighten her back.

"Slave, open the case."

At a soft sound, Filia dared a quick glance out of the corner of her eye. The slave girl was kneeling beside them, unbuckling the clasps to the case, opening it, presenting the contents. A sickening shudder of revulsion ripped through her when she saw him withdraw a flogger. She was familiar with its bite, and the memory alone was enough incentive to raise her arms out to her sides as instructed.

"Good." She could hear the smirk in his voice. "Slave, sit back."

"Master?" she enquired softly. "Should this slave sit with her legs spread, or crossed?"

"Spread."

Filia cracked her eyes open, watching as the girl moved away and knelt. Her feet were together, her knees wide apart. In such a position, her scant garments provided no covering for what lay between her legs. Filia closed her eyes, trying to subtly test the strength of the chains.

Several moments passed before he spoke again. "Now, Dragon, you are to forget your old name. It is no longer of consequence. You have a new name now. Would you care to hear it?"

Filia swallowed hard against the queasiness, and did not answer.

"Your new name is 'slut'."

She couldn't suppress a flinch at his sharp intonation of the word. Anger boiled up inside and she raised her head then, glaring furiously at the human. "What?" she snapped indignantly. "It most certainly "
"

She was cut off as the flogger cracked viciously against her backside, but the shriek of pain was smothered under a startled gasp at the intensity of ace pce pounding in her head.

~*OBEY!*~

She froze, feeling disoriented.

"Your name is slut," he repeated firmly. She parted her lips to protest again, but only gasped, unable to form words, to make a sound. The Voice still throbbed in her mind.

"Do you understand, slut?" he asked, moving in front of her, smirking.

She shuddered in horror, barely able to manage a nod as she closed her eyes.

The flogger cracked against her side, and again the Voice pounded.

~*OBEY!*~

She cried out in pain, gasping, her eyes flying wide, trying to gain purchase in reality. The Voice overwhelmed her senses, and the room spun.

"Now, do you understand, slut?"

"Y-yes," she stammered, scarcely able to breathe.

"Good." His smirk deepened. "Now, slut, your first task shall be to get to your knees and bow to my slave, and lick her cunt."

Filia's gaze snapped back to his, horrified and disgusted. She parted her lips to protest, and the flogger snapped over her back, sending her reeling as the Voice pounded in her brain once more.

~*OBEY!*~

She fell heavily, panting, barely noticing the rock abrading her knees.

"Bow before my slave," he ordered again, raising the flogger once more, "and lick her cunt, slut."

Filia was beginning to fear the Voicen mon more than the flogger. It drowned her, crashed over her, suffocated her until she couldn't think. She fell back upon her old tricks, the things she would do when she has committed an infraction, the things she would do to keep her mind off what was happening when the Supreme Elder would strike her with a cane. To keep her mind off where she was when he would touch her.

She crawled forward, trembling, lowering her face between the slave's legs, desperately trying to run through all the poetry she had memorized in her mind, anything to ignore what was happening, what she was doing. She tried not to recoil as she flicked her tongue against the slave, tasting her wetness.

"Keep going until I tell you to stop, slut," he ordered.

Everything felt disjointed and surreal as Filia continued to delve her tongue into the slave's pussy, feeling the girl shift position, pressing against her mouth. The flogger struck her back once again, but the Voice did not return.

It was a new voice, and the flogger did not sting. Her nerves trembled as a sensation like molten metal surged through them, and it was not unpleasant. The new voice was softer, and didn't throb in her mind.

~Reward comes with obedience. Pleasure comes with reward. Please others, and reward shall be yours. You live to please, to pleasure, and pleasure is yours.~

It lulled her, like a hypnotic chant, thrumming over her nerves. She pressed her mouth against the slave, and the flogger returned. It was dizzying and terrifying, and filled her nerves with a fire.

The softer voice continued the chant, soothing, melodious, a siren song promising relief.

Again and again the flogger struck her, over her back, over her exposed ass, between her legs, and the fire in her nerves intensified until she wanted to scream. She licked the slave in earnest, craving the touch of the flogger, for the promised release from the fire. A deep ache formed between her own legs, and she licked the slave passionately, as if doing so would satisfy the growing need for contact.

"That's good, slut." The flogger struck her along with his words, and pleasure surged through her. "Keep it up until my slave cums."

~Until..?~ The arousal skittered away from the confusion, and she looked up. "But I thought she was already here."
tsidtside the cell, the guards facevaulted.

The slaver just eyed her for a moment, then shook his head. "Just keep licking her, slut." The flogger -- Filia thought the straps looked shorter now -- cracked against her back, and she gasped. The softer voice soothed her, coaxed her, and she quickly returned her mouth to the slave's pusburyburying her tongue deep inside, flicking it against her.

"Master," the girl purred, "permission to touch the slut?"

"Denied. This is part of her training."

Her skin burned, and disappointment flooded her. The thought of being touched felt so alluring, so appealing. The voice soothed her, teased her, making her want more, need more.

The flogger snapped over her ass, and whiteness flashed in her brain with visuals which stoked the hunger. Hands touching her, caressing her, mouths exploring her, chained up, tied up, bound.

~Pleasure,~ purred the gentle voice.

Filia moaned, burning with need and desire, licking hungrily at the slave as the girl ground her body up against Filia's mouth. The girl suddenly cried out, shoving against Filia's mouth, convulsing. She jerked back slightly in surprise, but did not cease what she was doing.

"That's enough, slut," the slaver ordered. Filia drew back onto her knees, panting. The soothing voice was gone, and although the burning remained in her nerves, her head felt clear once more. "Now, ws yos your name?"

She tried to move her lips. ~Filia.~ But what came out was "slut."

He smirked, lightly slapping the handle of the flogger against his hand. Was it just her imagination earlier, or was this flogger longer again? "You're learning very quickly, slut. That's good. What are you?"

She hesitated. "A priestess."

"That's wrong." He held the flogger strangely, and cracked it over her back. Filia cried out in pain as the straps bit into her skin, but the Voice did not return as she feared. "Do you need to know what you are?"

"I'm..." She felt panicked. "I'm a Dragon."

"Wrong again." The flogger struck her across her chest. "Are you going to continue with this guessing game until you get it right," he asked his tone condescending, "or do you need to be told?"

She whimpered, feeling humiliated. "What?" she whispered.

"You are a slave." his his was going too far. Filia raised her eyes to his, his face blurring behind her tears.

"Tell me. What are you?"

"I'm..." She flinched, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I'm *not* ave!"ve!" she cried out, and he shifted his grip on the flogger, sending it cracking over her backside.

~*OBEY!*~

She yelped, trying to move her hands to her head, trying to claw out the Voice. Yes, the Voice. The Voice was bad. Do what he said. Do what he wanted. Just make the Voice stop.

"I'm a slave," she whimpered.

"What is your name?"

Filia eyed the flogger fearfully. "Slut."

"And what are you?"

"A slave."

"One of you, get in here," the man said, looking over to the guards.

The two men eyed each other, then stuck out their hands, looking at them. One guard's hand was held flat, fingers together. The other's hand just had two fingers extended, spread apart.

The guard with the two fingers apart smirked broadly, and patted the other guard on the back. "I'll let you know if she's any good." The winner swaggered toward the entrance.

"Tell her what you want her to do," the slaver instructed.

Filia averted her eyes, feeling the guard's lewd smirk. His spear clanged against the bars, and she heard the sound of material falling. "Slut, suck my cock."

Blushing furiously, she glanced toward the guard, feeling both shock at his exposed state, and revulsion at his apparent lack of hygiene. Filia was about to protest when the flogger bit her flesh again.

~*OBEY!*~

She cried out, trying to get the Voice to go away, leave her alone, out of her head. Gods, but it hurt, and the room kept reeling. It drowned out everything, all her thoughts, her name, her memory, and just kept pounding until she moved to comply.

She tentatively drew her tongue along the stiff length, the Voice still thrumming in the background, threatening. Nothing mattered anymore as long as the Voice went away. She wanted it to go away. She wanted the nice voice back. It was a good voice, it felt nice. Not like the Voice.

"You can do better than that, slut," the guard said.

The Voice threatened.

She began licking him more enthusiastically, trying to make the Voice go, to bring the other good voice back.

"Do I look like a damn woman? Take it into your mouth!" he snapped.

Crack.

~*OBEY!*~

Filia sobbed, crying out, quickly taking the length of his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking at it, barely able to breathe. The Voice thrummed and died down, threatening, lingering.

She kept sucking, and the guard grabbed her hair. Finally, the Voice went away, and she sighed inwardly in relief.

Crack.

~Pleasure and reward, obedience and pleasure, you live to please, to serve.~

She almost whimpered in joy as the nice voice trickled over her nerves like cool water, but it was water that burned. The nice voice was back. She liked the nice voice. Doing what they told her to do, that brought the nice voice.

Not doing what they said brought the Voice. And the Voice was very, very bad.

She kept running her tongue over his cock, keeping him deep in her mouth, sucking slightly as she would reflexively swallow, and his grip in her hair tightened.

"Suck harder, slut," the guard snapped. "That's all you Dragons are good for."

She tried to comply and the good voices soothed her. He began shoving his cock deeper into her mouth, drawing back to slam it in again, and she almost choked. The flogger snapped down her back and against her ass, stroking her, flooding her nerves with the fire she was growing to like so much.

"You can do better than that!"

Filia whimpered, trying to comply, unsure of what she was doing. The good voice stopped whispering, and she quivered, licking and sucking urgently.

The flogger struck her ass solidly, lancing her with pain.

~*OBEY!*~

"You will put more effort into it," the slaver's voice said, blending with the Voice. She shuddered, crying out, wincing away from the feel inside, the cold, the way it bit and cut through her mind. "Your mouth is for the pleasure of whoever wishes to use it. You will follow your orders."

~*OBEY!*~

There was a tongue, something about a tongue, using a tongue. Sickeicked and sucked, shuddering, cringing from the Voice, sucking, moving her head, trying to figure out what to do, to please him, to bring pleasure, to bring reward, bring the good voice back.

"Use your hands, slut."

~*OBEY!*~

She snapped her hands upward, stroking him in tandem with her mouth, fondling his balls, burying his cock deep in her throat, his hair tickling her nose.

The Voice still thrummed ominously, and she almost winced when the flogger hit her again. But now the good voice was there too, and the flogger soothed. She arched her back, wanting it again, wanting the feel of it hitting her skin, craving, needing the fire to intensify.

But the Voice lingered, threatening.

The good voice was louder now, though, soothing, guiding, rewarding. She eagerly embraced what she was doing, sucking and fondling him, stroking and licking. The good flogger kept stroking her, and the guard gripped her head, pumping into her mouth harder, faster.

Pictures flooded her mind, pictures of mating, pictures of being chained, used, surrounded. The good voice kept murmuring, promising release, promising pleasure, promising reward. It lulled her, lured her, and her arousal increased. The flogger stroked her flesh and she arched her back, craving it, needing it.

"Get ready, slut," the slaver said, and the Voice hummed louder, threatening. "He's going to fill your mouth. Do not spill a drop."

The good voice kept purring, soothing, stroking her while the Voice thrummed. Fear and pleasure drove her on, urging her into obedience, submission, hunger. All she noticed when a hot liquid filled her mouth and ran down her throat was the lull of the good voice, the promise of reward if she obeyed.

Then he pulled away and the voices stopped. Her brain felt fuzzed, but her name started returning. Her memories. Her awareness. But it was all so confusing, so jumbled.

"How do you feel, slut?" The slaver moved in front of her, two floggers -- one short, one long -- dangling by their handle loops from his fingertips.

"I don't know," she whispered, stammering.

"Sit back. Brace your hands behind you, feet on the floor. Spread your legs."

She hesitated, and slowly moved into position. This was wrong, these humans were vulgar, she had to get out, but it was muddled. Her thoughts were thick, slow. Slower than her movements.

Slower than his wrist as he flicked it, bringing the short flogger up into his hand. The floor began to glow again, anddid did the shackles.

The good voice purred in her mind.

"Get back to your duty," she heard him order the guard. Then the flogger cracked over her breasts, and she arched her back, letting her head fall back, exposing her chest, crying out in pleasure. It struck over her breasts several more times, then it hit between her legs, and she shuddered, falling back onto her elbows.

"Do you like that, slut?"

Filia whimpered and nodded, parting her legs more, the good voice purring loudly, coaxing her, murmuring approval. Fire kept building, and an aching need craved contact, any contact.

"Say it." The flogger stroked over her pussy sharply again, and her hips twitched on reflex, trying to meet the quick blow.

"Yes!" she yelped.

The flogger hit her breasts hard, but it didn't hurt. It hurt, but it felt delicious in the pain.

~Yes, this is what you want, this is what you crave, this is what you need. Obey, and it will be yours.~

"Tell me what you're thinking."

Filia tried to clear her thoughts, to sort out what was in her head, in her mind. A dim, distant impression formed, something murmuring at her to resist, to fight, that this was wrong, they were vile, to run.

The good voice drowned it, soothed it.

Thoughts, so many thoughts, so muddled. "I...I think...I don't know..."

"You don't see anything?"

"Yes, yes, I...it's just..." She trailed off, lost in the pleasure, then her eyes snapped open in fear.

Crack.

~*OBEY!*~

Filia cried out, falling onto her back, clutching her head.

"Tell me! What do you see?"

The thrum lingered. "People! I see them. Men, women."

"What are they doing?"

"Around me, surrounding me, touching me." Crack.

Good voice. Good voice was back. The thrum of the Voice was gone. Obey, and there will be reward. Good voice.

"How are they touching you?"

"Like...like in here, and, and more."

"What 'more'?" Crack.

She moaned, drawing her legs up, exposing herself, craving the flogger, craving *anything*, just something to make the aching burn stop. "Mating."

"How?" the slaver said, his voice stern. The thrum returned.

"Like in here!" Filia cried quickly, trying to make the threat of the Voice go away. "My...my mouth on them, they touch me, touch inside me, like...like in mating."

The flogger struck her cunt, and the good voice purred loudly, rewarding, soothing, urging. She couldn't take it anymore, and rubbed her palms against her breasts, trying to soothe the burning, the need to be touched.

"What are you?"

The answer came readily, craving the good voice. "Slave."

The flogger touched again, stroking her quickly between her legs, far too quickly to satisfy the need for touch.

"What's your name?"

"Slut." Unable to bear it, her hands traveled lower, between her legs, burying against the wetness there. A white fire began to build in her nerves, suffocating her. She didn't hear it.

Suddenly she felt two lashes. A flogger snapped over her hands, over her pussy, harder than ever before, flooding her with fire, with pleasure, and another one bit viciously against her breasts.

The Voice mingled with the slaver's as two orders pounded through her brain, pain mixing with pleasure.

~*OBEY!*~

"Cum!" he shouted at her.

Up reversed from down, inside became out. Nothing became everything and all was nothing. Filia screamed, drowning, burying her hands against her pussy, the fire flooding, drowning her, overwhelming her into a white void.

Both voices, the good and the Voice, thrummed all the while.

"Put your hands on your breasts."

Quickly, fearfully, she moved them, cupping them, touching them, soothing the sting of the lash. She panted, trying to breathe, trying to think.

"Who are you?"

"Slave. Slut."

"Very good, slave. Why do you exist?"

"Pleasure."

"Pleasure for whom?"

"All. Any. Master."

"Pinch your nipples."

She readily did so, moaning, breathing heavily, flushed.

"You exist to bring pleasure to humans."

"Yes."

"You are a slave."

"Yes."

"Say it!"

"I am a slave."

"Why do you exist?" Crack. He struck her between the legs. The fire hadn't died. It was still there, the need, a craving for more.

"To serve."

"Serve whom?"

"To pleasure people."

"Good slave. Who am I?"

"Who are you?"

"I am your master. Say it."

"Master."

"Who?" Crack.

~*OBEY!*~

Filia cringed, whimpering. "You. You are. Master," she panted.

"Slave, come here."

"Yes, Master?" the girl said.

"Get between her legs and lick her until I tell you to stop."

"Yes, Master."

Filia felt warm breath on her skin, and then the soft touch of her tongue as it delved into her, stoking the fires that liquified low inside her belly. She whimpered in pleasure, squirming at the sensation.

~*SLAVE!*~

She cried out in shock as the whip struck her breasts, the word reverberating painfully in her mind. The girl kept licking her, stimulating her, driving her closer to the edge even as her mind spun dizzily.

The whip bit into her skin once more.

~*SLAVE!*~

And again.

~*SLAVE!*~

It was too much. The Voice in her head was painfuoud,oud, dizzying. She couldn't breathe, and the arousal was burning her alive. She feared it, the edge she was being driven toward, falling. The room spun faster with each whip crack, her nails broke off to the quick as she scratched the stones, struggling for purchase, for a grip on a rapidly dissolving reality.

~*SLAVE!*~

Filia started screaming, begging for it to stop. The conflicting but equally intense assault on her senses was crackling inside her mind, distorting her thoughts and perceptions.

"Yes," she sobbed breathlessly, "slave, master, yes, I know, please, please, master..." Her words died on her lips with another terrifying crack, and she was so near the edge. What could she say? She couldn't beg him to stop, no slave could ask anything of a master.

Then abruptly all sensations ceased, and the Voice died down. The tongue left her aching pussy, leaving her balanced just on the brink of an unrealized orgasm. Her nerves burned, but she could scarcely feel it through the haze. It was too much. Exhaustion and cold wrapped around the shattered fragments of her mind, and over the buzzing roar in her ears, she heard the retreating footsteps, the cell door slamming shut, leaving her alone.

Filia rolled onto her side, curling up the best she could, and cried herself to sleep in a fit of hysterical exhaustion.

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to be continued...