F/m F/f Anthropomorphic Dragoness/quadrupedal male & anthropomorphic feline, bondage, non-consensual, orgasm denial, estrus (heat), latex

This story is a sequel to Bogged Down in the Details. Read that first to understand how Kydren was collected.

Collecting the Harvest

	Kydren's statue didn't stray from its course at all until it was within sight of a shining crystalline palace seemingly crafted entirely out of amethyst.  An instant before he was about to go through the wall the clay took a 90 degree turn straight upward, jumped forward over the wall, then shot unerringly downward into the courtyard, stopping all motion a foot from the ground.  Still levitating but without a path, the helpless dragon was slowly brought inside by someone, though he was still oblivious to anything going on around him thanks to the horrendous teasing he was receiving.  He felt like it had been hours upon hours that he'd been trapped in a state of near orgasm, though it had actually only been no more than two.

	The statue finally came to rest upon the marble floor of the captor's primary spell casting chamber, the slave who had pushed him stepping back out of the room and closing the doors behind her, waiting there unobtrusively for orders.  Kydren simultaneously whimpered desperately and shook in thanks as the stimulations died away altogether, leaving him with a minute to just quietly catch his breath and sanity, so that he would have all his faculties while the next step progressed.

	The silver dragon gasped loudly as the material about him suddenly tightened inward all at once, not severely and not for long, as all of the "mud" simply changed what it was.  All of it around his legs and claws became extremely rigid synthetic rubber, white in color, thick enough that no joint could possibly bend, reaching up to where his legs met his body to ensure he couldn't use them at all.  His tail was treated similarly, though only for the first three-fourths of it, a coating of the material around his hindquarters reinforcing a position for the tail that left it pointing mostly upward exposingly, the last bit of his tail flickering reflexively.  Kydren's neck was also engulfed in the latex, forming a posture collar that held his neck straight out from his back, close enough to his skull that Kydren couldn't look anywhere but straight ahead.  The silver's wings became white, perfectly molded over in a paper-thin layer of the shiny binding, trapped in a furled position and unable to open beyond the half-inch of leeway the rubber stretched.  Lastly, though all of this binding occurred within the same two seconds, a tight ring was formed around Kydren's cockbase, not snug enough to cause discomfort, and yet definitely able to maintain erection for an indefinite amount of time.

	Kydren was helpless to resist through the binding, as if he was paralyzed for the moment, but as soon as the process was complete he was able to swiftly jerk and twist in place, tail bobbing up and down a foot at most without being able to have a real use, the undersides of his rubberized paws sealed to the floor so that he found himself completely unable to move them.  The silver's largest range of motion appeared to be the ability to hump into the air fruitlessly, though he didn't exercise this very long, for he was quickly looking at the field of view he was given before him.

	Sitting in a plush, royal blue armchair was a completely nude, completely ravishing anthropomorphic black dragoness, legs crossed and arms resting idly upon the arms of her chair as the two made eye contact.  She rose slowly and casually began to cross the short distance between them, her straight, hip-length, snowy hair spooled down her back.  Her exposed nipple flesh, as well as that of her hairless sex, appeared to be a softly pinkened hide, which Kydren couldn't tear his eyes away from, and with a slow inhale he began to realize why; the dragoness' odor was suffuse with the pheromones of a female in full-blown heat.

	He had no way to realize it but Anara wasn't in heat, a special filter had been fitted inside of his nose as the mud melted away, and every time he inhaled her scent he would register it as in an estrus state.  Kydren was completely surprised by this entire turn of events, no longer struggling, though his shaft did tense up several times, the cockring growing just a little as the maleness it bound actually swelled to an almost unnoticeably larger size.  The bound dragon simply stared as Anara stepped to within a foot of his nostrils and looked him in the eyes.

	"I am the dragoness Anara, and by trespassing on my property you yourself have become my property.  You will become part of my collection, a valuable part mind you, as you naturally produce a very powerful magickal component that only an adult male silver dragon can produce, and only the quadrupedal silvers at that.  You will find your existence here both pleasurable as well as heartlessly frustrating, but perhaps you will come to like it; many of my slaves have.  Becca, come to me."  As Kydren was trying to figure out how to argue with Anara, his first exposure to heat quite intoxicating, he was mildly distracted away from his thoughts as the slave that pushed his statue into the room earlier came into his vision.

	Becca was a bipedal house cat, coated over in alabaster latex with little pink hearts strewn across the surface, hiding her fur coloration or even her true species.  The only parts of her not hugged with skin-tight rubber were her nostrils and eyes, though there were blinders set on either side of her eyes so she could only see ahead.  Her arms were sealed behind her in a reverse straitjacket pose, her snugly mittened hands touching to the opposite elbow behind her where her arms crossed, a hobbledress limiting her steps to mere inches.  She stepped to Anara's side, and for some reason she also reeked of draconic heat to Kydren's nostrils, sending a little warning flag up in his mind that it was in some way fake.  His body ignored his rationale unfortunately, and just became more turned on.

	"Becca, would you like to be teased?"  The cat's eyes lit up and her sealed lips smiled as she quickly nodded her head up and down, either a complete devotee to her lifestyle or a quite thorough brainwashing victim.  Either which way, after Anara waved a hand in a "see?" gesture toward the feline, the dragoness mentally commanded her slave's latex without any effort whatsoever.  It all turned nearly transparent, letting one see that Becca was some sort of mixture of housecat races, then with a smooth motion she turned away, bent over, grasped her own spread ankles, and looked at Kydren upside-down while holding her tail straight up.

	Unable to lose her balance thanks to Anara's mental commands, the cat was then subjected to a large black cock-gag, that part of the latex purposely colored to bring attention there, as well as a black dome forming over each eye to blind her.  Some sort of caps were formed over the slave's nipples, and as they started to work Kydren watched the cat's nipples slowly get squeezed and pulled away from her body repeatedly, actually being suckled upon by a phantom mouth and being tugged upon at the apex of each suck.  Two more black objects appeared simultaneously, a smaller one expanding itself with Becca's tailhole, the larger taking its place within her feminine inner walls.  An audible buzzing sound was heard, something that Kydren wasn't familiar with, but the feline was close enough for him to see that the plugs were both vigorously vibrating, even as they took up a pattern of one moving inside while the other drew itself out.  The dragon couldn't quite see it very well with this angle, but one more black cap appeared, this one engulfing Becca's clitoris, noosing around its base gently and squeezing there every time the vaginal thrust reached its apex, constantly in a state of light vibration.

	Anara stroked her fingertips along the smoothly coated rump before her as the housecat's hips rolled uselessly at the air, tail squirming the inch it was allowed, her hands tugging in place and showing that they were actually sealed to her ankles for now.  "She hasn't orgasmed in six months, and won't be allowed to for three more.  You'll be able to climax then too, so you have something to look forward to."  Kydren heard the dragoness' words but he was unable to stop inhaling deeply, swiftly, as a small hole in the cat's vaginal toy let all of her sexual scents waft out, and thanks to the filter in the dragon's nostrils he was slowly rolling his hips in the air as the urge to fuck something was overwhelming.  Anara effortlessly lifted the slave and placed her directly in front of Kydren's snout, and as his tongue flickered out in automatic response he found that it missed her by inches.

	"Anyway, you need to be set up as well, as I have things to attend to and you're already wasting a bit of your precious pre-seed right at the moment."  Anara touched something to the back of the dragon's head, something he couldn't see and quite possibly may never have the chance to identify, and then the latex washed over him as well.  He was swiftly blinded by the opaque white rubber, his mouth forced to accept a near-perfect simulacrum of his own shaft gagging him quite thoroughly.  A shaft quite different from his own literally swelled into existence within his ass, this one patterned with large raised rings which became very apparent as the dong pulled itself out, paused, and then forced its way back in.  Each of the rings seemed to be textured, not only to further stimulate the dragon's tailring, but also keeping in mind that more than a few of the long toy's rings "scraped" across Kydren's prostate every time it was more than halfway inside.  The ring around the silver's cockbase began to gently squeeze with every thrust the anal toy started, vibrating enough to make the tip of his shaft lightly shake as well.

	As the toy pulled outward for the second time, after the first full thrust, Kydren took a deep breath and tried to squirm his head, and in the process of doing so he tightened his snout on gag sealed between his lips and grazed his tongue across it.  He tensed in shock as he felt those exact same feelings upon his own cock down below him, and he experimentally took a long suckle upon it, groaning in lust and arching his hips as far forward as his legs' bindings allowed.  Too turned on to be more than mildly humiliated by the act, Kydren swiftly began to nurse at the gag as fiercely as he could, tongue drawing a slick line up and down the underside, curling around it, squeezing, tickling under the head, and experimenting further and further.  The combination of the nearly over-stimulating fucking his ass was receiving and the way he was pleasing himself was starting to work Kydren back toward the edge of orgasm.

	The enchantments upon the latex were doing their job well, keeping Kydren's jaws and mouth from getting tired whatsoever, the pain in his tailhole from stretching it beyond anything he had felt before being deadened away to allow full pleasure.  The thrusting within the silver's ass was made more incredible as each time a ring drew across his prostate it quickly buzzed with a split-second, incredibly strong vibration, making him squeal and buck his hips the first time it occurred.  By the fifth he was directly on the edge of orgasm and couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to, knowing for certain that even if the pleasures were denied him right then it wouldn't have mattered; his orgasm was certain!

	And yet, even as the pleasures kept on going at him, even though he was suckling as hard as his mouth possibly could, even though the reaming he was subject to was speeding up as he struggled, no climax happened.  He was hanging there, right on the edge of orgasm, holding his breath and then gasping out desperately and sucking in more air, a garbled whimper of confusion and great dismay emerging from his nostrils.  The little object placed on the back of his skull was inhibiting his orgasms indefinitely, and the level of arousal Kydren was forced into was giving Anara a bountiful harvest.  Unknown to Kydren, a thin tube had been placed directly onto his cockhead, through which all pre-seminal fluids were being collected into a nearby canister, three feet in diameter and nearly as tall as the silver himself when sitting on his haunches.

	The dragoness gave another pat to the bound feline's rump, and then stroked her fingernails along Kydren's side, slipping out of the room and locking the door behind her. At that last touch to the dragon’s side the white latex finished expanding, coating the rest of his tail and the whole of his body, leaving not a single inch of Kydren to be seen, the latex gripping him from every direction at once.

Becca was trapped in basically the same situation as poor Kydren, except instead of being forced to smell heat scents for the entire duration, she herself was forced into a false heat that never ebbed in force.  The charm she was under, which forced her to crave frustration and cause in the other slaves as much as possible, was taken away as soon as she was fully bound, leaving her with nothing but need and a tiny flickering flame of natural kink for this type of torture.

	The two slaves, without any chance of being rescued until the mistress of the palace returned, writhed, bucked, and humped the air, crying out for a release that wouldn't be allowed but once a year under Anara's management.

Thank you for reading! My e-mail address is gleesilv and that address is at nycap.rr.com (sorry for the spam dodging).

Copyright Glee Silverwind 2004