Dranga was furious. He paced around the tent. This had never happened before. No one ever dared to try anything like this. Yet she was doing a lot more than trying, and he couldn't stop her. He threw himself onto the mound of pillows with a growl of anger.

A short time later, another griffon entered. She was carrying a large tray of food, filled mostly with fruits that he vaguely recognized. After setting it down on the pillows beside the dragon, she stepped back and watched him. He looked at the tray, then at her.

"What is that?" he asked.

"Wylf told me to get some food for you. There are some of the fruits we just received."

Dranga snickered. "You're joking. She said to bring me food. Go get some sheep or a horse or something."

"We don't have horse steaks just lying around." she replied.

"A steak? Forget that. Get me a live one."

"What, you'd eat a whole horse??"

"Yeah. I've done it before."

"I can't get you one. Wylf has enough trouble with her guards trying to eat them. This is all you get."

He eyed the tray. The food it carried looked quite good, but he felt like harassing her. "That stuff looks nasty."

The griffon frowned. "Wylf also told me to make sure that you ate." She walked toward him, and grabbed his arm.

"Hey!" he cried as she tried to force his mouth open. "If it wasn't for this damn collar, I'd-"

"That is the point of the thing," she said calmly. He stopped struggling, and let her feed him. It was a lot better than he expected (though not as good as he hoped), but he still complained just to annoy her and to amuse himself.

It wasn't too long before his hunger made him forget about trying to irritate the griffon, so he just attacked what was on the tray. He was dimly aware of her presence at his side, needlessly hovering close by to make sure he ate. The tray was quickly emptied. Dranga sighed happily, feeling both content and tired, sprawling himself out on his stomach for a quick nap.

He had forgotten about the griffon, until he noticed that she was still sitting by his side. He was trying to think of something else to complain to her about when she started lightly scratching his back. He completely forgot about what he wanted to complain about as he enjoyed the feel of her paws scratching, which slowly changed to rubbing..

"Being a captive might not be so bad," he thought as she gently rubbed the muscles around his wings. "So what else did Wylf tell you to do for me?" he asked casually between groans of pleasure.

"Oh, nothing." With that, she stood up and left.

He stared after her. "Hey, wait a minute," he said, but she was already gone. "That wasn't supposed to happen that way," he growled.

The rest of the day went quietly, until evening. Dranga stirred, hearing the doors of the tent whipped open. Sitting up drowsily, he was surprised to see only Shiltarm standing over him. He tried to stand, but an abrupt punch from the griffon collapsed him back to the bed. "Enjoying your stay, Captain?" sneered the griffon as Dranga sat back up growling. Dranga heard the sounds of several guards still outside, then remembered his collar, and restrained himself from returning the attack. He was hardly alert enough to try anything anyway.

"Well, I've had better," he mumbled through clenched teeth.

The griffon belted him again. "Watch you're tone of voice," he growled. Dranga managed to catch the blow, and this time swung back, striking the griffon square in the face. Shiltarm roared in rage and leapt onto the dragon, knocking the wind out of him.

They struggled briefly before Shiltarm managed to get Dranga pinned down under him. "That wasn't so hard," taunted the griffon. Shiltarm cuffed him again, and Dranga dropped into the pillows, ceasing his struggles. "Hardly a fair contest," Shiltarm laughed, "But the pleasure of humiliating you seems a fair prize."

Dranga groggily forced himself to his hands and knees, shaking his head. Amidst the pounding in his ears, he heard the sound of the griffons belt being unbuckled. When he finally realized what it was, he quickly straightened upward to his knees. "Wha-", he started.

With a painful crack, the leather belt was struck hard across his back. Dranga collapsed forward again with a cry of agony. He felt the griffon's hands on his back, roughly pulling him to his knees, and felt his hot breath along the back of his neck. "A very easy conquest," rasped the griffon. Dranga snarled and tried to struggle free as he suddenly felt what had to be the griffons erect and ready cock pressing up under his tail, but Shiltarm's grip on his waist held him in place. All at once, Shiltarm bit down on Dranga's shoulder with his beak as he thrust himself forward, forcing his penis into the dragon. A sharp cry of pain escaped Dranga's mouth as he felt himself taken, and his cries slowly faded to whimpers as Shiltarm kept pressing further, not stopping until he had buried his entire length within his prize. The griffon rested briefly, lowering his furry belly onto Dranga's back. He held tightly to the dragon beneath him and licked at the blood that was starting to dribble along Dranga's shoulder. "What's wrong, Captain?" Shiltarm sneered. "Aren't you pirates used to this?" Dranga trembled under his captor as he felt the griffon's cock being pulled almost completely out of him, then harshly thrust back in. The griffon bit into Dranga again, his breath becoming erratic as he screwed harder, his hips crashing into Dranga with greater force. The grip on his waist tightened as he heard the griffon peaking. Dranga cried out in pain again as he felt the razor sharp beak closing on the back of his neck. Shiltarm shuddered, muffling his shrieks of ecstasy into the dragon's neck as he thrust himself into the dragon a few last times before falling back to rest.

Dranga tried to leap away, but suddenly felt Shiltarm pulling him back by his collar. "You're not through yet, cretin!" Shiltarm yanked, and Dranga flipped back, his head landing against the griffons leg. "I'm still having fun." Shiltarm tugged Dranga's head upward toward his stomach. Dranga growled, and was struck across the head again. Shiltarm grabbed the dragon's head in both hands. "Let's see how that tongue of yours is." Thumbs on either side of Dranga's jaws forced his mouth open, and Dranga saw the still erect cock of the griffon bobbing before him. "If I feel one fang," scowled Shiltarm, "I'll be using your hide as a saddle." Shiltarm pulled Dranga's mouth over his penis and forced his jaws closed over it. The dragon shivered and worked his tongue over the shaft, unwillingly pressing it against the back of his throat. Shiltarm growled softly, rocking his hips slightly and sliding his cock through Dranga's mouth, pressing it partway into his throat. A few more licks from the dragon's tongue and the griffon came again, filling Dranga's mouth with the hot salty ooze. Shiltarm sighed contentedly, and slid his shaft from Dranga's mouth, but his paws held tightly around his muzzle. Dranga struggled slightly, but the griffon held, laughing. Reluctantly, Dranga swallowed the mouthful of griffon semen, and was rewarded with another harsh cuff on the head, sending him crashing into the pillows. Shiltarm laughed as he pulled his pants back on. "Enjoy your nap, Captain," the griffon sneered, laughing more as he left. Dranga struggled to a position that felt a bit less uncomfortable, seething with a blurry rage as he collapsed into unconsciousness.

For Wylf, however, things were going much better. For the first time since she returned, Shiltarm wasn't pestering her. He had followed her, constantly inquiring about whether or not she was harmed in the struggle with Dranga. Luckily, she hadn't seen him all day. Finally last night he had disappeared, allowing her to rest. She had seen him once while out this morning, and was quite glad to see he was busy with something else.

Deep down inside, she had a sneaking suspicion that Shiltarm was getting really jealous about the fact that she had taken quite a bit of interest in this new toy she acquired. The thought infuriated her. It should be of no interest to him what she did or thought. She cursed herself quietly for giving the griffon too much attention. Still, with this new `playmate', she should be able to set Shiltarm straight.

She entered her tent and climbed back onto her bed of pillows. After tossing all her clothes into one corner of the tent, she lay back and thought about sleeping before dealing with more of the day's responsibilities. After rolling around for a while with little success, she decided that she was too hungry to sleep. She sent for a late breakfast, which her servants brought right away. Soon after, she decided to have Dranga sent in also.

Her guards arrived at Dranga's tent almost immediately after. Though he was not in the mood to wake up, he was glad to have a chance to get out of his tent. As the two guards lead him to Wylf's tent, Dranga got a good look of the camp. There were dozens of tents, and most of them seemed to be set up somewhat permanently. Many guards were scattered around also, most of them being griffons, but there were a few others scattered about in various ranks. "Wylf seems to like something about griffons," he mumbled, not really caring why. All around were all types of different creatures, all going about their daily business, barely taking notice of the dragon. "This isn't a camp, it's practically a small city," he thought.

A few moments later, they came upon a tent that was far larger than the others. He guessed that it had to be Wylf's. As he walked toward the door, the griffons stopped and let him enter. He stepped through the door out of the hot sun into the cool darkness of the tent. Once inside, he could smell the food she was eating. What ever it was, it smelled a lot better than the vegetarian nightmare he had gotten before, and his hunger returned slightly. His eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light, but he kept walking blindly forward.

In his own cabin, he carefully left the path in front of his door clear just for this reason, and he assumed that Wylf did the same thing. As his foot struck some unknown object which sent him careening through the darkness, he realized how wrong he was. He crashed into the side of Wylf's bed and fell to the floor. Wylf laughed. She had been watching him in silence since he entered, hoping something amusing like this would happen. "Perhaps you should stay down there," she said. "You'd make a nice pet that way." He groaned and climbed to his feet. His eyes had adjusted a bit more by now, and he could see her lying on her bed. She rolled over and laid on her stomach. "Rub my back," she ordered. With a sigh, he kneeled by her side and began massaging the wolf. From time to time, she growled happily. After a few minutes, she rolled away from him. He stood back up and watched her.

She rolled up against some pillows and sat up a bit. "Come here," she said quietly.

"What, in the bed?" Dranga asked. It wasn't quite what he was expecting. She nodded in the darkness. Carefully, he stepped closer. When he reached the side, he stopped, and sat down on the side, still only barely able to see. She snickered quietly, and kneeled beside him. "Now what do you want?" he asked.

She moved herself even closer. "What do you think?" she purred in his ear.

Dranga thought for a bit. He knew just what she wanted to hear, but trying to provoke her might be more fun. "Well, since you asked," he started with a grin, "I think you desperately want anything you can't have."

Wylf slapped him hard across his face. Half instinctively, half curious about what would happen, he punched her back, striking her muzzle. His punch wasn't too hard, but it caused her body to twist away from him, or so he thought. In a flush of anger, she had spun herself around, and still unaccustomed to the darkness, Dranga didn't see what she was doing. Growling, she raised her arm as she spun, and her elbow struck Dranga hard on the side of his head.

"GUARDS!!" she screamed as he crashed to the floor, again. As he climbed to his knees, a pair of griffons walked in. "Take him," she ordered. "He's not quite ready yet."

"This is going to be a long day," he thought as the griffons dragged him out.

Some time later, the hot sun blazed over the group. With his arms bound in tight ropes, Dranga stood facing Wylf and about ten griffons. Behind him, Shiltarm stood pounding a long spike deep into the sand with a heavy hammer. Beside the first stake was a second, and both entered the sand at odd angles forming a rough `X'. A large stone, weighing about one quarter of his own weight, was tied to his wrists. A long rope ran from his wrists to where the griffon stood pounding. With a final bash, the griffon set down his hammer and began to tie the ropes to the two spikes. Dranga looked at Wylf. "Well, the sand is certainly getting the point, but I don't."

"Don't worry, you will." Dranga heard footsteps behind him. He looked back, and saw Shiltarm advancing upon him, wielding the large hammer. As the huge guard wound up for a swing at the dragon, Dranga leaped upward. The hammer flew through empty air, missing by inches. "He's been instructed not to leave the ground," Wylf said, "but to hit you any time he can."

"With pleasure too," growled Shiltarm. Dranga hovered over him. The rope let him stay about 20 feet out of range, though the rock made flight difficult. Then it struck him what Wylf was doing. Flying like this would overheat him, and he couldn't land. He tugged on the rope to try and pull the spikes from the sand, but the angle of them prevented him from loosening them. The griffon swung again, just missing. Dranga had floated down a bit with out realizing it. He darted higher and tried to think. Already, he felt too warm.

An idea crossed his mind. He flew as far as he could from the spikes and lowered himself. Shiltarm lumbered over to him, and tried to hit him again. Quickly, Dranga flew back to the spikes and desperately tried to pull one free. Before he could even get one loose, he had to leap aside from the griffon. The head of the hammer impacted into his leg, sending the dragon spinning into the sand. He leapt to his feet, shook off the pain, and bounded up away from his assailant. As he flew upward, he felt dizzy. His body temperature was soaring above normal.

Below, Wylf watched with a wicked grin. She was surprised that he was agile enough to reach the spikes and avoid the griffon while carrying that rock around. He couldn't go on much longer though. Already, his flight was erratic, and his reactions were getting slower.

Dranga tugged weakly at the rope. There was no way he could break free. His wings were numb, but he couldn't stop them. His whole body felt like fire. His breath felt as if it were burning his throat, every breath becoming more painful than the last. Desperately, he tried to cut the rope with his claws again. Suddenly, with a cry of pain, he felt his wings give out. He crashed to the ground, smashing his head on the rock he was carrying. Barely conscious and quivering in pain and fear, he watched the head of the hammer as Shiltarm raised it high above him.

A cold breeze woke him. He opened his eyes a bit. He was back in his tent. In the dim torchlight, he recognized the female griffon who he had met earlier. Suddenly, he remembered what was happening.

"The hammer!!" he cried in sudden fear.

"It's all right," the griffon said soothingly. He felt her gently rubbing his shoulders, and lay back, shivering slightly from fear and the breeze. Seeing him shiver, the griffon pulled a quilt up to cover him, and whispered, "It's over," softly. As she gently rubbed his chest to calm him, he realized that she was under the quilt with him. The feeling of her soft and warm fur gently rubbing against him slowly pushed the fear from his mind, and feeling the soft feathers of her face brushing against his shoulders did so even faster. A quiet gasp escaped him as he felt her beak gently nip at his ear. Her paws slowly moved down to rub his stomach. Dranga's confusion slowly gave way to his arousal. He nuzzled her feathered cheeks amidst soft growls of pleasure. In the semi-darkness, he watched her slowly slide herself up onto him, until she was lying on his belly, staring into his eyes, teasingly rubbing the fuzzy end of her tail along his thighs. She rubbed her legs gently along his, the soft fur warming and gently tickling him. His paws came to her side, and they held tightly to her as she deftly brought her tail end to lightly brush against the dragon's erection. He gasped quietly, tensing, forcing his hips upward, trying to feel more of her tail. With a slight shudder of pleasure, the griffon felt the dragons' shaft meet her between her legs. Dranga moaned softly as he felt her, and continued pressing harder, unable to suppress a quiet cry of pleasure as he felt himself engulfed by the warmth and tightness of the griffon. She arched her back and cried out at the ceiling, pressing down onto him and taking his entire length all the way into her. Dranga gasped quietly for breath, staring upward at her as she slowly leaned far enough forward to gently nip at his ear again, slowly lifting herself off his firmness, nearly releasing him, then pressing down, taking him in once again. He felt the tuft of her tail teasingly brushing along his thighs and balls, her beak carefully biting his ear, and her smooth tight warmth sliding around over him, pressing faster and harder each time. He howled out, reeling in pleasure while she continued, biting gently at his neck as she felt his body starting to tense. A cry of pleasure, a sudden squeezing pressure from the griffon, and the dragon felt himself losing his control all too soon. A soundless cry escaped him as she brought him to a peak, his seed spilling into her in spasms of ecstasy. She never slowed, extracting more and more until Dranga finally collapsed back into the pillows, panting from exhaustion. She stopped, and pressed her body against his, feeling his hot breath of fatigue blowing though her feathers. She lay silent, smiling as she listened to his panting breath slowly subside.

Soon, he sputtered something, trying to ask a question. She just hugged him tight, saying "Wylf and Shiltarm had to leave the camp for a bit, but Wylf will be returning soon. She left me to watch over you, and to make sure you were comfortable and kept happy when you woke." Dranga nodded, amused by her interpretation of the instructions. He stretched out onto the pillows as she climbed off of him, moving to sit at the side of his pillow-bed. With a yawn and another stretch, Dranga relaxed further into the pillows, with the same satisfied look on his face.

Slowly he remembered what happened to him earlier, and that he wasn't supposed to be enjoying himself here. "What... What did happen to me earlier?" he asked slowly.

"During Wylf's punishment, you crashed and passed out. You've been comatose since then."

"Oh? How long have I been asleep?"

"Nearly two days." His eyes widened. "We were afraid you were going to die."

"Heh... dragon's don't die eas- What to you mean, `we'?"

"Well, Me and Wylf."

"Her? Worried about me living?" he asked after a brief pause.

"Very."

He nodded with a cynical grin. "She just doesn't want to have to go and find a new toy, that's all," he said and lay back onto the pillows.

"No, it's more than that. She really does likes you, maybe even loves you."

Dranga laughed. "She shows it real well," he said sarcastically. "Every damn female who likes me tries to have me smashed apart by one of her thugs."

"Shiltarm got a bit carried away. He wasn't supposed to hit you. Wylf just wanted to scare you." Dranga snickered at her comment. "No, I mean it. I've known her for a long time now. She's never quite seemed happy, not until you kidnapped her. She's always been used to everyone obeying her. She always got what she wanted. She got command of this whole desert from her father just because she wanted to have it. You were the first one who ever disobeyed her. You made things difficult for her, and she liked it. Oh, she was angry, but she's been in a far better mood most of the time since then. She was almost in tears when she thought you might die, though she hid it well. She'll be relieved when she returns and learns that you're all right."

Dranga sighed, trying to push the thought of Wylf from his mind. "What about you? I'm sure you've heard about what happened to some of Wylf's guards, so why would you be worried about what happens to me?"

With a slight grin, she replied, "It's nothing new. With her temper, Wylf's guards tend to have a... risky job anyhow, especially those in high positions. Some of us are taking bets on how much longer Shiltarm will survive."

"Not very, if I get my claws on him."

"I doubt you'll have much chance for that." She smiled. "Well, Wylf will like hearing that you've still got some spirit left in you."