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The Dragoness' Slave
Aquilan would have squawked indignantly - or in horror, one or the other - as he was dragged into the labyrinth of huts if his beak had not been bound the very moment they decided that he was a little too noisy for their liking. The dragoness tribe seemed to live simply and yet effectively in their home on the edge of the mountains but their ways were so far apart from the world of knights and ladies and castles that he was used to that he could, perhaps, be forgiven for falling so easily into their trap.
Already abused on stage as the female-dominated tribe's newest plaything, the eagle was hauled, naked down to his feathers with his hard cock bobbing all the way. To keep him ready for them, they'd tied a loop of leather around the base of his shaft to act as a cock ring, his length throbbing with raw desire that a faint part of his mind that had completely and utterly succumbed to their will hoped, desperately, would be released.
Dragonesses pinched and groped him as he was dragged to the largest hut in the sprawling village, feet scrabbling to stay upright as they moved too quickly for him to really keep his balance. The blue dragoness who had begun his whole ordeal of humiliation and use stood before him, legs spread apart for balance and power on an elaborate rug in the very centre of what he could only presume was the hut in which she lived. On one side was a plethora of sleeping mats, denoting that she was a dragoness who rarely slept alone. Aquilan shivered. She probably had her choice of males in the village. Were all of them slaves?
Maybe he didn't have to be one of them. Drawing himself up as tall as he could as they thrust him to his knees, the eagle tried to look as imposing as possible.
"Sairsyn," he growled, clacking the edges of his beak together, working out the soreness. "Release me! This is absurd to treat a knight of the realm in such a manner!"
The dragoness only smiled eerily, her own confidence in her power and stature intimidating in itself.
"Oh, little bird," she crooned, tipping his beak up to her as she towered over him. "There's no jurisdiction of your realm here and you are not a knight to us. You are not to be respected and you are not to be treated as anything higher than the lowest of the low slave you already are."
Baring her teeth in a feral grin, Sairsyn flicked her tail as she disrobed the leather skirt from her lower half.
"Just be thankful you have all the lusty dragonesses in our tribe to satisfy any need you may have."
She laughed, throwing her head back even as he scowled, eyes darkening in a mixture of arousal and distaste for his new position, though he didn't quite believe that they were going to go through with it. Aquilan shook his head. Just what did the dragonesses think they could do to him? He was a knight! He'd escape and then they'd have nothing but maybe a stray feather left behind in his wake!
The dragoness slowly removed the leather jerkin from her torso, the more casual garment than her metal armour slipping down oh so slowly. If he'd been in any other position, Aquilan would have wanted to see more, but the slave eagle grunted and turned his beak pointedly away even as her posse of dragonesses closed in eagerly, paws twitching as if they longed to close around his wrists and ankles, draw him out for the dragoness, Sairsyn.
Claws bit into his feathers, hauling him back.
"Ladies... Ensure he's bound for my pleasure. He's hardly fit to receive me."
They worked quickly. Leather bonds were exchanged for an intricate harness of rope, Aquilan helpless as he was pinned down and turned around, wrists tied neatly out of the way so that any objects were swiftly quieted. The eagle shuddered as his cock was stroked, the tip glistening with pre-cum, but it only weakened his already futile struggles. What avian could ever fight back against so many after his body had already been depleted of all strength and energy, his head spinning and need rising from the mere touch of careless fingertips on his cock.