True Intentions (Outdoor Exposure / Sensory Deprivation / Hitoinu)
The next morning.
Sunlight seeped through the nest's windows and stretched long into the iron cage.
Elion slowly opened her eyes, still curled on the cushion.
Her whole body felt heavy. The whip marks throbbed even as they cooled overnight, and the weight of the restraints seemed to sink all the way into her bones.
……Today as well…… am I going to stay like this……?
Her body trembled faintly; the terror and helplessness of the day before had yet to fade.
Lowen's footsteps approached and the door opened. In his hand, as he came up to the cage where Eli was confined, was a single dog-food bowl.
"Did you sleep well, Eli? Time for breakfast."
Lowen opened the cage door and pulled the still half-asleep Eli out. The leash jerked taut, forcing her onto all fours; he crouched in front of her, set the feed bowl on the floor, and shoved Elion's face down into it as if burying her snout.
"Eat your kibble first. Good girl."
Eli offered no real resistance. She pressed her nose into the bowl and chewed the feed with earnest diligence.
"As expected—Eli isn't a dragon at all. You're nothing but a dog-bitch."
Eli's chewing mouth froze. Even if she herself had ordered this treatment, hearing her dragon self insulted was hard to bear. Lowen watched her quietly swallow the anger and spoke again.
"Does that sting your pride?"
Eli said nothing, only glared up at him.
"No answer, you dog-bitch."
Lowen stood and kicked the food bowl away. With the difference in eye level, no matter how high she lifted her head she could no longer see him. Sudden fear made Eli answer in a tiny voice.
"...Woof..."
"That's right. Good girl."
When Lowen crouched again and stroked her head, Eli felt her own cunt grow wet without meaning to.
"You may have been a dragon once, but you aren't anymore."
He kept stroking as he continued.
"I have no intention of ever letting you go free."
At those words Eli's eyes flew wide; she barked up at him.
"Woof woof!!!"
"Why? Don't like it?"
Lowen sneered, seized a fistful of her hair, and forced her gaze to meet his.
"If you don't like it, just say the safeword. Right?"
Eli averted her eyes from his, lips working soundlessly, and in the end made no sound at all. Seeing that, Lowen patted her cheek lightly, stood, and stripped off his trousers. He flipped Eli onto her back on the floor and brought his swollen cock to her mouth.
"You've eaten, so now you need to drink. You drank just like this yesterday, didn't you?"
With one hand he clamped her muzzle open and shoved the artificial cock straight in. Elion struggled desperately to escape, but there was nothing she could do.
Ssshhh……
The cock that had thrust deeper than yesterday began pumping warm, salty piss straight toward her esophagus.
The yellow stream struck the soft palate and, regardless of Elion's will, slid down her throat.
Lowen worked his hips in short thrusts, trying to drive the stream even more precisely into her gullet; she fought back the gagging and swallowed every drop of the secretion.
Only after he had squeezed out the final drop did he slowly withdraw.
As the remaining piss dripped from Elion's coughing lips, Lowen took out a handkerchief and wiped her mouth clean.
"Good girl. Time for our walk now."
Then he produced a full-head mask from somewhere and pulled it completely over Elion's head.
She barked and shook her head, but the leather mask had no eye-holes; once it covered her entire face, her vision was sealed off completely. Tubes at the nose were inserted into her nostrils, and a zipper closed over the mouth. In the end only darkness remained, along with smell and sound.
The leash was yanked roughly, and she began crawling on all fours.
Outside the nest the forest air stabbed at her nose—grass, earth, and tree scents all mixed together. Lowen walked slowly without a word, leading her as she waddled along. When they reached a certain spot he gave her ass a sharp slap and spoke.
"Piss here like a dog."
The sudden command froze Elion's body. Lowen jerked the leash hard.
"I said piss. You're a dog, so mark your territory like a dog."
Having heard Lowen's true intent, she somehow no longer wanted to obey. Yet even if she refused now, there was nothing Elion could do. In the end, under the prod of his boot, she lifted one leg while barking and sprayed her urine.
"Woof woof… woof…!!"
"You're going to do it anyway, yet you still try to keep your pride, you dog-bitch."
Lowen yanked the leash while she was still pissing; Elion lost her balance and toppled over mid-stream. Yellow liquid ran down, warmly soaking the insides of her thighs.
"Can't even walk properly—what kind of dragon are you?"
Elion whimpered a tiny "Woof……!" in shame, but Lowen paid no attention and only urged her on.
He stopped her here and there, forcing her to mark again and again.
At last, after she had squeezed out the final drops with one leg still raised, Elion thought it must finally be over—yet Lowen had no intention of giving her any ease.
"Want to rest now?"
"Woof woof!....Woof!!"
Forgetting even her pride as a dragon, she nodded desperately and barked; Lowen snorted a laugh.
"Too early to rest."
While Elion stood there, movements halted in empty despair, Lowen produced the artificial cock and pushed it into her pink anus; soon she felt warm piss being injected through her rectum.
"Hah. This toilet has a nice feel to it."
Elion stood rigid with humiliation at his words. Lowen dragged her, rectum swollen full of piss, to another place and firmly tied the leash to a tree.
"Wait here. I'll be back soon."
Leaving her here?
"Woof…… woof woof……!!"
Panicked Eli barked, but Lowen's footsteps only grew mercilessly distant.
"If you shit out what's in your ass while I'm gone, it won't be any fun for you!"
At the shout fading into the distance, Elion stopped struggling.
Then only the forest wind, bird calls, and the rustle of leaves reached her, and every one of them fed an unknown terror. That a great dragon should be reduced to this. The self-mocking thought made her cunt grow wet of its own accord.
Alone, already in heat and beginning to pant, Eli heard an unfamiliar voice.
"What the hell is this…? ……A person?"
The unexpected situation froze Elion solid.
"This bitch is a pervert, huh? So she came all the way out to a place like this to seduce me?"
She could not fathom what chain of reasoning had produced that conclusion, yet the only rebuttal Elion could offer was barking.
"Woof...woof woof!!!"
"Heh heh heh. Staying in character, are we?"
The stranger's hands untied the leash from the tree and roughly yanked Eli toward him. As she was dragged close, a strong reek of alcohol washed over her.
"Keh…!"
Elion tried to hold out on all fours until Lowen returned, but with her pitiful strength even resistance worthy of the name was impossible. Worse, the piss enema Lowen had pumped into her sloshed inside her belly as she was dragged, scrambling her senses until she lost all sense of location and realized that even if she endured here, Lowen might never find her.
If she fled from this place she would only become beast-fodder. Judging so, Elion decided to follow quietly—yet the abdominal pain from the constantly stimulating piss had already pushed her to the limit.
Every time the urge to void hit, Elion stopped, legs trembling, clenching her anus with all her might to hold it in; the man took that for defiance and simply yanked the leash harder.
"Fucking bitch… why do you keep stopping? Say something!!"
"Woof…… woof woof……!!"
She tried to tell him it wasn't like that, but to the man it only sounded like the role-play of a sex-crazed slut.
He pulled the leash even harder and muttered,
"Maybe you're doing this on purpose because you want to get hit?"
At that instant the pressure of the piss injected into her anus exceeded its limit and her sphincter began to give way.
At first only a few yellow drops leaked down the insides of her thighs, but right then the man yanked the leash; her anus lost its hold and brown liquid began to dribble out uncontrollably.
"Ah, fucking bitch. Disgusting as hell."
Seeing Elion being dragged along by the leash while shitting herself, the man kicked her in the gut; the blow opened her already loosened anus and the contents poured out.
Brrrrrt… ssshhhhhh…
"Guh…! Woof woof…!!"
Even while shitting she wanted to protest the injustice, yet the present Elion was no longer a great dragon—only a filthy bitch worse than a dog, trailing shit as she went.
The stench of piss and feces stabbed her nose.
Elion shuddered with shame and terror and hung her head.
"Finished?"
"Woof..."
Hearing her tiny, sinking answer, the man yanked the leash again and kept urging her forward.
"Even a real whore wouldn't be this bad."
The whole way she was dragged, liquid continued to trickle from behind her, but the man no longer cared. Even if she made a bigger mess now, she would still have to be washed with water anyway.