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The Dragon's Slave -

Chapter 4

Learning His Place

Leumas banked to the right, turning away from the Moon and floated back down to the mountain peaks. Dean huddled into his fur lined cape and felt the icy wind on his face. The mountain air was alive, unlike the blankness between worlds, though both were very cold. There were traces of life in the mountain air while the place between worlds had only that feeling of a long slow slide of dust.

They passed over the Cloud Castle and Dean saw the back of the fortress. There was a deep, dark valley cut into the mountain and a river flowed through it, reflecting the moon light back on its banks. There appeared to be trees and flat expanses of space on either bank.

The Dragon drifted carefully into the open crystal window and hooked the sill with its talons. Leumas rocked there for a moment then stepped down into the room. He dropped a wing and allowed Dean to slide down to the floor.

"Wow!" Dean exclaimed. "You really know how to show a guy a good time."

The Dragon hooted its goofy laugh.

"Stop that noise," Dean snapped, pretending to be annoyed. "It was a great first date, thanks."

The Dragon flung out a wing and knocked Dean to the floor. "Listen, human. You need to learn some small amount of respect. You don't issue me orders, although I feel you were more playing than anything else. I am the one who issues the orders here."

Leumas settled on the bed and patted the place where he wanted Dean. "Do not forget. You are a slave. You are my banded slave, which makes you special. In the morning Delia is going to teach you to respect me. It's your own fault. You earned it."

Dean crawled on to the bed, keeping a wary eye on the Dragon.

"Sorry. I didn't really mean to make you mad. What do you mean; Delia is going to teach me something?" Dean curled under the Dragon's wing and ran his hand over its belly, looking for missed crystals.

Leumas hummed deep in his throat, evidently enjoying Dean's ministrations. He curled a wing over his human and pulled Dean into his side. "You haven't forgotten you are to be punished for disrespect, have you?"

"And thank you for killing that Black Winged Corsair for me." Leumas said and pulled Dean even closer. "You were very brave and damn quick, I would like to add." Dean smiled and relaxed into the embrace.

He laid his head on the dragon's breast and continued to rub the creature's scales. Now the humming sounded like purring and Dean fell asleep listening to the dragons' song.

-ooOoo-

In the morning one of the women brought them breakfast in bed. Embarrassed by the way she looked at him, held in the Dragon's embrace; he shook himself clear and asked her name.

"I am Ambrosia." She said, dropping a curtsey. " I and my sister Rose have been with Lord Leumas since we were sacrificed as children." She bowed to Leumas and left the room.

Dean turned to Leumas. "Did she mean that the villagers sacrificed her at that stone pillar, like I was sacrificed, when they were just little kids?"

"Yes, they almost didn't survive. I got there just in time. They have the scars to show for it too. Not as bad as yours but they were little children. It is not the skin damage that haunts those girls. It's the memory of the relatives and neighbors stripping them, slashing them and leaving two ten year old girls to be eaten by a monster. That's what haunts them now." The Dragon turned his attention to a steaming bowl and liked at the contents with his tongue, like a cat.

Dean smiled. "Do you even eat meat?"

Leumas looked up. "Not often. But I can eat things that you can't, like certain minerals."

There was a knock at the door and Delia entered the room with the Blacksmith, Mardon, at her heels.

"Lord Leumas, I am here for Dean; for his punishment. He didn't come to my room this morning, as instructed, so I have come for him." Delia was flushed and looked a little angry.

The dragon lowered a wing to Dean. "Take the chain from my band and hand it to Delia, Dean. Remember, Delia is the Mistress of Slaves and she is in charge of all punishments. You must obey her, just as you must obey me."

Dean unhooked the long silver chain and handed it to Delia. She tugged on it and pulled him along. Bowing to Lord Leumas she backed out of the room, her prize in hand and led Dean down the long corridor. Mardon drew up behind them.

They passed the forge room and Beldaire stuck his head out the door. "You sure you don't want me to handle this one, brother?" He smiled a toothy grin at Dean and wiggled his eyebrows. Dean felt like he had just broken out in an icy sweat.

"We'll do just fine, Beldaire," Delia responded. "Get back to work or it will be your turn next."

Finally they arrived at another lighted doorway and Delia tugged him in to the room. It looked like a study, with a desk and chairs and bookshelves. Nothing scary here, Dean decided. Then he noticed another door.

Delia led him into that other room. There was a table with curved edges and cuffs screwed into the surface with a variety of restraints scattered across the surface. Now this looks scary, Dean thought. Then he looked at the walls and the instruments hanging there. This was a torture chamber.

Delia removed her outer clothing and was left in a pair of riding pants and a loose shirt. Dean considered that the older woman, with her dark eyes and bound dark hair would have been very attractive in another situation.

Mardon pushed Dean down on his chest across the table and reached over him to lock his silver chains to hooks in the surface. His legs were swept apart and the left shackle was fastened to something in the floor. He was exposed and complete helpless except, of course, for his mouth.

Well, this looks like it could be a lot of fun." Dean started to sneer.

"Mardon, wait outside the door, please," Delia said and when the blacksmith was out of the room she came behind Dean and pulled his pants down. She managed to get his right leg out of the pants before Dean even recovered from the shock. He knew he was in big trouble now. This was a well-practiced move on the woman's part.

"Just what do you…." he started to object and that was as far as he got. She evidently had been hiding some kind of a paddle back there and she smacked his naked ass good. He yelped.

"God damn it, that stung," was all he got out before another resounding crack whipped across his ass.

Delia walked around the front of the table. He could see the paddle now. It had a rounded handle and splayed out into a flatten blade. It looked vicious, well-used and hard. Delia ran her hands along the smooth wood.

"You're new, so I'm going to explain the rules. This is the punishment room. This is where slaves who break the castle's laws end up, with their pants around their ankles. I will keep punishing you until I hear you say you understand what laws you broke. Other than that you will only answer direct questions and your answers will be "Yes, M'am, No M'am, and Please M'am" . Every time you swear I will swing. Any smart remarks, I will swing. Sometimes I will swing just because I feel like it. I am the Mistress of Slaves and you will obey me. Now, what answer will you give me?"

Dean thought quickly. "Yes, M'am?"

"Good boy. You're a smart one. Keep it up and we can get this over quickly. She walked behind him and swatted his ass again. "You failed to show respect to the Lord." Another swat stung. "You were derogatory in your language in front of other slaves, giving the impression that you were telling the Lord what to do." Whap, another swat landed.

"Ouch, God Damn it." Dean squeezed out between clenched teeth. That earned him three quick swats in a row. He felt like his ass was on fire.

"I told you, no swearing." She shoved the paddle between his legs, bouncing his balls on its surface and scaring the hell out of him. Then she withdrew it and settled into a steady pattern, a swat after each sentence. "You must respect him at all times." Swat. "If he takes you out you walk behind him always." Swat. "When you treat him with familiarity in front of other beings you erode his authority." Swat. "Do you understand?" Swat.

"Yes, M'am." Dean ground out. He could not believe how much this hurt.

Delia stopped and walked back in front of him again. She was sweating lightly and pushed a loose hair back up into her gilded hairnet.

"Understand this, Dean. I am not doing this for fun. Beldaire would do it for fun but I wouldn't let him in the room. Lord Leumas made it very clear that he wanted no permanent damage and no breaking of the skin. Beldaire would not be able to help himself. He would rape that pretty little ass of yours. You're allowed to say thank you."

"Thank you, M'am." Dean answered as required. He would yodel if it would get him off this table.

"You are the Lord's banded slave. That makes you his constant companion. Banded slaves are of great value to his kind. You must not embarrass him in front of others. What you two do in the privacy of your bed chamber is not a concern of mine unless the Lord makes it so. She strolled around behind him again and his ass tighten up in anticipation.

"Now, there is the question of your disrespect shown to me." Swat. "I am the Mistress of Slaves." Swat. "You will obey me without question." Swat. "Do you understand?" Swat.

"Yes, M'am," he managed to say.

"Good, now just to make sure you don't forget." Three more swats lit up the fire in his ass. He heard her drop the paddle and she guided is foot back into his pants and pulled them up.

"Mardon," she called out and the blacksmith entered the room. "We're done here. Get him off the table. Is everything ready at your forge?"

"Yes, M'am," Mardon answered. "All set up and ready to go. All we need now is him." Mardon unfastened Dean's chains from the table and helped him to stand.

"I'm fine. Don't need help." Dean growled, pushing Mardon away.

"Oh, yeah, you look fine." Delia said as she went behind and smacked his ass with her hand. The sudden pain almost sent him to his knees. Mardon reached down and picked him up.

"Don't be a stubborn fool," she said. "Take the help when it's offered."

With Dean clinging to Mardon's neck the little group set off down the hall again. When they reached the forge doorway they stopped and Mardon pulled him inside.

"I don't suppose you want to sit down, do you?" Mardon asked and laughed. Dean glared at him.

"What are we doing here?" he wanted to know. Mardon wiped a damp cloth over Dean's left bicep.

"Hold him, Beldaire." he ordered his brother. Dean was in Beldaire's hated embrace and didn't even notice when Mardon pulled the brand from the fire. The brand was seared into his arm before he knew what was going on.

"Son of a bitch." he swore at the sudden pain. "I am never going anywhere with you people again." He closed his eyes and fought the pain.

Delia spoke up. "You better not be talking to me. Do you want to go back to the punishment room?"

"No M'am," Dean answered. "I just want to go lay down, please."

XXXXXXX

They led him back to the Lord's bedroom and Delia fastened the silver chain back on Leumas' wing band. He gathered Dean back under his wing and waited for the others to leave.

Leumas nudged Dean towards the bed. Dean climbed up and lay down on his right side. Leumas got in behind him and began to lick at Deans branded arm. His tongue was incredibly soothing and the pain drifted away. He heard the Dragon's voice in his head.

"You are branded with my mark. You are mine now forever. No other lord will keep you from me or try to take you as their own."

Dean felt a wing tip make an ineffective attempt to pull down his pants. Dean raised his hips and slid the pants off. He rolled on his stomach and the Dragon moved that wonderful tongue over his rosy ass. Every caress eased the pain and Dean lay with his head on his arms and closed his eyes.

Then he felt the tongue go where no tongue should ever go but it felt so good he just pretended not to notice. He started rubbing his blooming erection against the bed covers. The tongue penetrated deeper into his body and hit something that sent sparks sizzling along his nerves. He humped the bed faster and the Dragon began to purr.

"God, I'm getting tongue fucked by a dragon." It felt wonderful. He didn't care. No one else would ever know what he and the dragon were doing.