Part 7: Broken Dreams

The first sensation Millie felt was the fullness in her mouth.  Which was strange, since Connor’s fingers were large, but didn’t force her jaws apart or make it difficult to breathe.  It also tasted funny…like rubber, maybe?  And there was something else wrapped around her head.  Moaning groggily, she forced her sleepy eyes open, but saw nothing but darkness.  That’s when she realized she was not lying down on her bed like she remembered.  She tried to bring her paws to her face, but found they were what held her upright – or, rather, whatever was fastened to her wrists was holding her arms above her head, and thus kept her roughly standing.

Panic began to creep in.  Where was she?  What happened?  Where was Connor?  Everything felt wrong – her entire body felt weak, her mouth was dry, there was a soreness radiating through her innards, and her stomach growled as if she hadn’t eaten in a day or more.  She could feel fabric covering her body…a blouse, skirt, and socks or leggings if she had to guess.  Her school uniform?  But they felt dirty, like when she would go camping and wear the same outfit too many days in a row.  And most notably, she could feel the air on her bare crotch, so she definitely wasn’t wearing panties.  With her newfound fear came a surge of adrenaline which jolted her awake, grunting and groaning as she struggled against her restraints.

I have to get out…to find Connor.

The rasp of a bolt and the scrape of a sagging door caused Millie to freeze in place, but as soon as she heard the door slam shut again and footsteps shuffle toward her, she began to shout for help, her voice muffled and distorted by whatever was lodged in her mouth.

“Oh, you’re already awake,” said the voice of the new arrival,  “good…saves us some time.  Ready to try this again, sweetness?”

Millie’s heart sank.  She recognized the voice; it was Connor’s.  But for some reason he seemed different than he ever had sounded before.  His tone was firm, sort of like he was angry.  Despite knowing her gag made it impossible to be understood, she pleaded with the newcomer she couldn’t admit to herself was Connor.

Please help, she attempted to say, I don’t understand!  I want to see my boyfriend!  Please let me go!

“Oh good, glad to hear it,” the voice that couldn’t be Connor replied back, “maybe you won’t put up as much of a fight this time.”

Wait, this time?  What’s happening to me?  I don’t want this…I wanna go home!

“First, let’s get you prepped.”

Millie yelped as she felt something pulling her tail into the air.  She tried to struggle, but the force was unrelenting.

“Now, now, I just said I hoped you had learned from before…if you don’t stop I’ll have to punish you.  Are you going to be good?”

Her tail now stood proud, hiking up her skirt and exposing her scalie bottom to the air of the room around her.  She sobbed into her gag, but stopped struggling.

“Well that’s progress at least.  Now to remove these...”

Mills felt paws on her head as they undid her blindfold.  She blinked a few times as her eyes adjusted to the light of the sparse, unremarkable room she was in.  Then she met the gaze of her captor and began to bawl openly.  Connor stood in front of her, bare-chested, a bemused expression plastered to his lupine features.

“Oh come on, I thought we were past this already!”  Connor sighed, “Calm the hell down while I get everything else ready…then we’ll continue your training.”

Training?  For what!?  Connor, I don’t like this!  I wanna go home!

Connor ignored Millie’s incoherent blubbering, instead prepping a handful of large syringes.  Placing them on a metal surgical tray, he wheeled it behind Millie.

“Alright, today we’re going to do some oral work.”  He stepped behind the dragon girl, straddling her tail.  “Since you’re used to cock in your mouth now, I want you to try blowing it again.  If your performance is good, I’ll give you breakfast.  If it isn’t, we obviously need that thing lodged in your maw a little longer…I guess you could try eating the silicone, but I wouldn’t recommend it.”  Millie felt Connor reach around to grasp the front of the gag before unclasping the strap around her head.  “Ready?”

The gag began to slip out of Millie’s mouth.  Her jaw relaxed and she sighed with relief, only to sputter and choke as the gag was crammed down her throat.

“Oh, that’s not a good start, sweetness,” Connor growled, “you had better shape up or this won’t go well for you.”

Mills sobbed and gurgled as she was forced to deepthroat the gag.  It hurt, and every time it hit the back of her throat she dry-heaved.  She strained against the leather manacles around her wrists, hoping it would alleviate…something.  She wasn’t really sure what as tears continued to pour down her cheeks.  Maybe it was just the one thing she could do that Connor didn’t consider misbehaving.  She wasn’t sure how she knew; there was just a primal reflex that told her not to struggle any other way or something bad would happen.

Slowly Mills started to get used to the artificial cock in her mouth, just in time for Connor to start picking up the pace.  Her face was now coated with tears and thick saliva.  It was all she could do to keep her composure, and even then it wasn’t perfect.

Why Connor?  Don’t you love me?  I didn’t want this…you’re hurting me.  Please stop!

“Glad to hear you’re starting to enjoy yourself,” Connor muttered in response to Millie’s moaning, “I knew you’d appreciate cock like this eventually.  I think you’re ready for breakfast, yeah?”

“Mhm!”  Mills begged.  She was starving, and at this point she believed anything that would provide her a reprieve from this abuse was welcome.

“Ok, you’ll need to take this first!”

Millie’s eyes went wide as she felt the dildo’s shape shift and bulge in her mouth.

Oh god, does it have a knot!?

As if in answer to her question, Connor thrust the dildo in hard, and the bulge at its base wedged between her jaws.  “Eat up!”

“Mmmmmm—glk!”  Millie’s plea became a gag as she felt something spurting out of the dildo and down her throat.  Unprepared, she coughed then heaved, throwing up the new contents of her stomach.  Unfortunately the knot had created an effective seal with her lips, so little of what Connor had just pumped into her was coming back out again.  Millie’s nose burned; the stuff tasted awful, like a mixture of chalk and cardboard.  She wanted badly to gasp for breath, but had the forethought to swallow most of what was occupying her mouth and throat before trying to inhale.  Once she did, she began to cough and bawl all over again.

“Hey, it’s your own fucking fault,” Connor said, stepping away and grabbing a towel, “that’s what happens when you try to talk and eat at the same time.”  He roughly wiped down Millie’s face and the little nutrient shake that had squirted onto the floor. 

“I’ll give you a half-hour to calm down and digest, then we’ll start another round.”

*	*	*

“11…12…13…”

Mills shuddered, trying desperately to hold on to her will and her sanity.  Through her gag she made a sound halfway between a sob and a moan.  Her legs were spread as far apart as she could manage, attempting to avoid contact with her crotch.  More accurately, she was keeping away from the vibrators Connor had placed down there – one in her pussy, the other in her virgin butthole.

“14…15…16…”

The buttplug suddenly jumped to life, making Millie groan.  It was arousing, to be sure, but it also hurt her so much.  She tried to push it out on reflex, but merely succeeded in making her asshole spasm and jostle the vibrator further.

“17…18…19…”

She became frantic as the vibrator in her pussy started oscillating in intensity, building to a crescendo before slowing down and starting the process all over again.  Tears streamed down her face as she rocked back and forth, desperate to find some way to alleviate the maddening sensations.

“20…21–”

Millie squealed as the rabbit attachment assaulted her clit, sending her over the edge in a matter of seconds.  Her legs clenched together as orgasmic convulsions rocked her body.  She gasped and whimpered; the climax would have been incredible if she hadn’t already experienced more than one in the past…how long had it been?  How many times had she cum?

“Damnit, that was less than the last time!”  Connor frowned, punching in commands to a console Mills could not make out.  He sighed in frustration.  “Alright, let’s get that cumming out of your system, and then we’ll try again.”

Mills howled and pleaded, knowing what her punishment would be.  The vibrators thrummed to life at their maximum settings, mercilessly stimulating every oversensitive inch of her groin.  She danced about, struggling against her restraints as fluid soaked her skirt.  She couldn’t tell if she had peed or squirted, but it didn’t really matter.  A few minutes later it happened again.  And again.

When she came to, Mills noticed the vibrations had lessened to a low droning.  It wasn’t gone entirely, of course – he didn’t let her truly rest during these sessions.  Her skirt was drenched and clinging to both her crotch and legs.  She was only able to briefly ponder how she was able to produce so much fluid when Connor’s voice interrupted her.

“C’mon, sweetness, break’s over.  Next round: ready, set, and…1…”

*	*	*

When you’ve been forced to stand for an extended period of time, any change in posture is a welcomed one.  Mills relished the chance to lie down, even if the surface was hard and her wrists and ankles were bound.  It was also a relief not to be wearing a gag or blindfold; she didn’t even feel the need to talk or protest, it was just nice that her mouth was free for the first time in ages.  The only thing that bothered her was her skirt flipped up and her tail tied to the ceiling, once again exposing her bare butt to the open air.  Despite her compromising position, it felt positively relaxing compared to all her previous treatment.

Which she knew meant that this was some kind of trap.

“Alright, first question,” Connor began, walking over to her with a leather strap in his paw, “when do you speak?”

“Why are you–?”

“Wrong!”  He growled, bringing the strap down on Millie’s exposed thigh.  Mills screamed in pain, barely able to flinch.  She knew it was too good to be true.

“You speak when spoken to.  Say it!”  Connor instructed.

“I…I speak when spoken to.”

“You speak when spoken to what?”

It took a moment before Millie responded, “...sir?”

“Good.  Where are you?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Yes you do!”  SMACK!  “Where are you?”

An answer came to Millie’s mind.  It was a single word, one she remembered hearing Connor use at some point, but it frightened her.

“P-please,” she whimpered, “C-Connor, why–”

She shrieked again as the strap came down on her other thigh.

“Answer the question!  You’ll get one lash for every word that isn’t part of an answer, is that clear?”

Mills was about to speak, but thought better of it and nodded instead.

“There, you’re learning…it’s not that hard.  Now, where are you?”

Mills kept silent.

“Five lashes if I have to ask you again.”

Mills froze.  She didn’t want to answer, but now equally feared silence.  Unfortunately Connor’s patience ran out before Mills could overcome her reluctance.  She bawled, burying her face in the tabletop, as the wolf meted out the promised punishment.

“Where are you?”

“H-home…sir.”  She sniffed.

“Very good.  What is the first rule of this house?”

Silence, then the rapport of the strap and the sound of Millie’s tears.  It was difficult to say what made her cry more – the sting of the strap or the fact that it was Connor who was beating her. 

“What is the first rule of this house?”

“I don’t know…obey?”

“You can save yourself three lashes if you tell me who.”

“Y-you, sir?”

“There you go.”  Connor rolled his eyes.  “Jeez, didn’t think it would take so long to get this stuff to stick.  Alright, what is your purpose?”

“M-my purpose, sir?”

SMACK, SMACK!

“Yes, your purpose!  Why are you here?  Why are you in my home?”

“T-to…serve you, sir?”

“And?”

Millie was confused, until she noticed the bulge in Connor’s pants.  She blushed; for the first time since meeting Connor the reaction was more in shame than arousal.  She remembered a time when that bulge was inviting, a symbol of devotion and trust.  Now she felt about his dick the way she felt about everything else he had done in this place.

“To serve and…please you, sir.”

Connor smiled with a lustful hunger which made Mills cringe.

“My, we’re making so much progress today!  Now, who are you?”

Alright, this was definitely a trick question.  The answer was too obvious.  But, with nothing else to go on, Mills responded.

“Um…Millie, sir?”

SMACK!

“Wrong answer!”

“Mills, sir?”

SMACK!

“Wrong again!”

“But I don’t know what else to–”

A flurry of lashes stung Millie’s legs and asscheeks, dark patches growing as more of her hind end became inflamed from the beatings.  Eventually Mills stopped trying to answer, but even in her silence the punishment continued.  Her voice had long since given out, her pained cries giving way to hoarse sobs.

“Who are you?”

SMACK!

“Who are you?”

SMACK!

“This won’t stop until I get the right answer.  Who are you?”

SMACK!

“I’m nobody!”  Mills croaked, “I’m nobody I’m nobody I’m nobody I’m just your pet your toy sir and I’ll do whatever you want sir just please stop it hurts so much…”  Her pleas devolved into hysterical weeping.  Meanwhile Connor looked on, the same lurid grin on his face.

“Last question: what is your name?”

“M-my name, sir?”  The young dragon sniffed, watching as Connor raised his arm to prepare for another round of lashings.  “...what name would you give me, sir?”

Connor lowered the strap, nodding as he patted his pet on the cheek.

“Good girl.”

*	*	*

Master took the final bite of his dinner, chewing methodically.  She crouched at his side, a dutiful and eager pet.  Whatever Master had been eating, it filled the room with delicious scents.  She stared up at him, wordlessly pleading for some morsel of whatever wondrous thing he had been eating.  Noticing her, Master scraped his plate with his fork to remove any errant crumbs he wished to finish, then set the plate down on the floor.

“There you are.  Make it sparkle and I will give you something more.”

She nodded and crouched down, slurping up every remnant of the delectable feast her master had partaken of.  She tried to savor the tastes, though she knew Master did not like to be kept waiting.  To buy herself some time, she worked the plate to a position where she was facing away from Master, tail raised in order to give him an unobstructed view of her hindquarters.  Master always liked looking there.

In a matter of moments the plate was sticky but clear of food.  She lifted the plate and presented it to Master for his inspection.

“Very good,” he commended her, prompting her to swish her tail back and forth in satisfaction, “a thorough pet like you deserves a special treat, doesn’t she?”

She nodded eagerly, becoming more enthusiastic as Master unfastened his pants and allowed his erect cock to stand proud.  She began to pant as she approached his lap, leaning forward to nuzzle his shaft.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, “Your cock is so warm and nice, sir.”  She sniffed it, relishing his musk.

“You can’t seem to get enough of me, can you?”

“I can’t!  Your cock is the best, sir!”  She began to shower the shaft with kisses, even moving down to attend to Master’s fuzzy balls.  She buried her muzzle in his crotch, kisses becoming more sloppy before giving way to licking and sucking.  She looked up and met his gaze as she let her tongue loll out sensuously before running it from his sheath to his tip.  Finally, she wrapped her lips around his tip, moaning and sucking as she lapped up beads of his pre.

Without warning, she felt Master’s hand on the back of her head, pressing her to go deeper.  She sank down on his shaft with another moan, sucking at his meat as eagerly as she had cleaned his plate.  She could feel him growing in her mouth, and redoubled her efforts to please her master, even as he began thrusting his cock into her maw.  The paw on the back of her head left her at the whim of whatever pace Master set, and today he seemed especially eager for the pleasure she provided.

A firm shove from behind pressed Master’s shaft down her throat.  Her lips smacked against his knot as she gurgled and groaned.  She knew he liked how it felt.  She also made sure to only part her lips slowly, gradually working her mouth around his knot until, at last, he bucked and pressed it into her with a sloppy wet sound.  She moaned, sucking on the shaft in her mouth and down her throat, milking him for the cum she craved.

Master groaned and thrust one final time before he climaxed, seed filling his pet’s mouth even as she attempted to swallow each load in turn.  It burned in her nose – she never could seem to avoid that – but she did not spill a single drop.  She had taken to heart that his milk was too precious to go to waste.  She continued to suckle, even after his cock slowed to the occasional twitch, as if she could milk his balls dry with her mouth alone.

“Hah,” he sighed, petting her head as she cleaned his shaft, “You’ve gotten good at that, haven’t you?”

“Mhm!”  she nodded, slowly working her mouth off his knot and drawing her head up seductively.  She lingered on his tip, making sure she had gotten all his seed before detaching with a wet kiss.  She made a scene of swallowing what was still left in her mouth (a lot, as it turned out) and continued kneeling between his legs, smiling.

“Alright, enough playtime, I need to see to some things, so it’s time to put you away.”

Master walked over to the door to the training room, waiting as she crawled to meet him.  She stepped through the door.  The room was as unremarkable as it had been when she first arrived; a low bed in the corner and a table along one wall providing the only furnishing.  All the paraphernalia that had been used in her training had long since been cleared out, as Master had little use of such corrective measures anymore.  If he did, or simply wished to “play rough” with her, he usually brought what he needed with him.

As she heard the door close and lock behind her, Mills stood up to stretch her legs.  She was required to be on all fours whenever Connor was around, so these moments of isolation were precious chances to rest and recover.  However, as Millie looked down at herself, at her clothes stained in various bodily fluids, she began to sob uncontrollably.  These moments were also their own torture, as they allowed the mask to fall away.  Rushing over to the bed, she pulled the blanket off it and curled up in the opposite corner, wrapping the warm fabric around her body.  She cowered there in the impromptu nest, weeping until her eyes stung and her head throbbed.

Why did things have to turn out this way?  Did she want this?  If she did, why did it feel so wrong?  She was his and they would be together forever…wasn’t that everything she had ever dreamed of?  Why did she miss the days that felt like a lifetime ago, when Connor had cared about her safety and wanted to make her happy?  Why did she wish she had never met him?

Millie closed her eyes, praying for sleep.  She wanted to dream of better times, when she and Connor had been in love.  It felt like so many weeks, months, maybe years had passed, that those times must have been a dream themselves.  Her sobs gave way to pitiful sighs as she felt her exhaustion slowly overtake her.  She could almost feel herself transported somewhere else – somewhere out-of-doors.  She could feel the soft grass beneath her, feel a gentle breeze caress her scales, a summer sun bathe her in its light and warmth.  And next to her, the furry arm of a person she trusted and who made her feel safe.  She could almost feel his paw gently pet her head.

Mills…