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It would have been charitable to call their flight "running," but Adhara and the dragoness leashed to her still fled as quickly as they could move in their bonds. This was their chance to escape!
The fetters were too short to let them run, especially when they had to be careful not to let their rattling chains catch on any roots or undergrowth; with their arms strapped into tight armbinders, anything the chains snagged on would topple them right over, and without the use of their hands they would only be able to hope they could kick the chains loose, with no means of disentangling themselves!
But they had to go as fast as they could if they wanted to evade pursuit. They had to get away!
Their nakedness and their bondage were humiliation enough to give either the green dragoness or the blue whose collar was chained to hers plenty of reason to resist the anthros who'd kidnapped them, but when it had become clear they and the other captives were being led to a slave market, their need to escape had only grown more urgent. Adhara did not intend to let them sell her, and the blue dragoness had plainly been of similar mind, fighting their captors even more than she had. It had earned both of them punishment of course, which even now wasn't far from the front of her mind: she looked down at the tight aching clamps on her nipples for a moment before returning her gaze to the path ahead of them, groaning softly around her muzzle in frustration. She really wished she could get those infernal things off!
Still, it wasn't as bad for her as for the blue and silver female on her tail. She'd had her clamps tied to her gagged snout, forcing her head down so that every attempt to lift her nose and every tug on the chain between her and Adhara yanked on the clamps, pulling her tits upward and making her groan in pain. Adhara couldn't imagine how infuriating that must be, an even stronger pinch than the one she felt herself that never stopped tugging! The leather trapping her arms creaked as she fought the armbinder that held them so tight behind her back, but the gear held firm, and she huffed in helpless discomfort as she led them on.
It was a miracle they'd managed to give the slavers the slip at all. She'd been worrying the eye bolt that chained her and her fellow slave to the back of their cart for days, even though she had never expected to get far even if it gave way--she'd just had to try something! But then they'd come across that bandit gang fighting the local peacekeeping force on the road, and in the general confusion she'd at last managed to tug the bolt free of the wood and stagger into the forest as fast as she could go, hoping the other dragoness chained to her wouldn't hesitate to follow and expecting all the while to hear shouts and heavy running footsteps of pursuit behind them. They couldn't run, couldn't hide their trail, and had no hope of defending themselves once the slavers caught up, but it was their only chance--she'd had to try!
She tripped over a root across the path, but managed after a frantic yelp to stay upright, and having been warned by her stumble the other dragoness was able to negotiate it more easily. Somehow they hadn't been followed. Maybe the slavers had been caught up in the fighting, or delayed, arrested for some reason, even killed? But thus far the forest was quiet, only their ragged panting breaths, the rattling of their chains, and the regular sounds of woodland creatures around them. Somehow, they'd managed to get away, but she didn't dare stop walking: it had only been an hour or two, and pursuit was sure to come for them eventually. They needed to get all the distance they could...
And then they would have to figure out a way out of their restraints.
Finding someone to untie them was too risky; they would instantly be at the mercy of the first anthro who saw them, and they could just as easily be saved as they could be turned over to the slavers or simply kept by whoever found them. No, they had to get out by themselves: the leather armbinders were tough, but surely they could find a way to cut them if they wandered long enough, if they found some old forgotten knife or even a sharp bit of rock to saw against; the steel restraints would be harder. Everything was padlocked: the fetters, the collars and tail-cuffs that kept them from lashing out with them or even using them for balance, and especially the humiliating chastity belts they both wore. Though on one hand she'd been glad of its presence, ensuring the slavers couldn't rape her--not that she wanted to be spanked or groped or had her boobs clamped and played with either!--there had been times when her suppressed enjoyment of the bondage and rough treatment had made her wish she could feel something between her legs, if only the steel didn't hug her cleft so securely.
Warmth blossomed in her chest, maddeningly only seeming to be encouraged by the ever-present ache of the clamps pinching her tits, and she growled to herself, trying to force the desire down. Now was not the time! Especially when she couldn't even get herself off if she wanted to, not with the chastity belt guarding her sex--and not with her hands and even her tail tied behind her, either!
Adhara tried to suppress a moan, stumbling on her chains again, and after recovering her balance looked up ahead: the trees thinned out to reveal the base of a rocky ridge, and she led her companion up to it before stopping to pant, looking up at the rock face they couldn't possibly climb, then left and right, and then down at the clamps that squeezed her poor aching nipples. Feeling her fins blush a little, she shimmied her shoulders back and forth wishing she could shake the clamps off and pulled on the armbinder in vain, grunting as the motion just made her breasts and the clamps themselves sway, so they gently tugged this way and that: no closer to coming off, it just made them hurt more strongly for a moment, and worse heated her up a bit more! Back arching, tail twitching, she huffed in frustration.
"Mmmh. Mmmmllhf, mmmnn. Mmr mmmmf!" said the blue, panting heavily and drooling around the ball gag in her jaws. She too surveyed their surroundings, looking to their left, where a path led upwards, perhaps to the top of the ridge; and right, where it followed the base of the ridge on through the woods. After a moment she grunted, "mmnnf hhmmn!" and turned to the left, to go up the ridge.
"Nn-nnnh! Hhnnf mmm!" Adhara protested past her muzzle, pulling back on the chain running from collar to collar to make her stop. They couldn't go up that way, what if there wasn't a way back down? They'd be easier to see from far away if they went up there too, since there looked to be less tree cover--they had to go right! She leaned against the chain, looking over her shoulder at what she thought to be the safer path.
But the other dragoness shook her head and snorted, jaws working visibly against her gag as she fought unsuccessfully to force words past it; how much easier it would be to work together to get away if only they could speak! "Mmm-mmnngh. Mmm, mmrr nnnmmg mmf nnmmh, mmhf!" She gave a firm tug on the chain, and Adhara yelped in surprise, stumbling forward a step. But no, that was the wrong way, she was sure! Digging her toeclaws into the ground, she pulled back in her direction, glaring at her a little and flaring out her fins. They shouldn't waste time disagreeing, she thought, they needed to go--needed to go her way!
The other dragoness groaned and hissed around her gag in pain: with the chain taut, even if she leaned her head forward all the way it would tug on her clamps, and that was definitely working against her now! Adhara could keep pulling without consequence, while each tug pinched those blue nipples painfully. She glared right back, claws dragging through the grass as she fought for dominance, huffing and arguing unintelligibly all the while.
But no matter how certain she was of the right way to go, so was Adhara, and she knew they had to go the opposite direction! So she grunted, growled, tugged back on the chain, not feeling the pain like her fellow captive but despite her advantage unable to win their little tug of war, neither naked tied-up strong-willed dragoness willing to concede to the other. They swayed back and forth for a couple of minutes, making muffled meaningless grunts of argument, glaring, growling, trying to make the other stumble, but then came the moment they'd both feared: the faint sound of footsteps. Pursuit.
They'd been found!
"Nnnnh! Cmm mmmnf! Hhmm nnnf!" Adhara twisted her shoulders to look down the path behind her and suggest they take it, her heart thudding in her chest from exertion and anxiety, but the other dragoness was just as adamant.
"Mmm mmmmmf! Gmmm, mmmf, mmmm!" She groaned, she arched her back and pulled, and at last desire to not get caught overrode Adhara's certainty of which way they should go: if they just stood there waiting to be found they'd be caught in an instant! She fell in on the blue dragoness's bound tail, both of them hobbling along as fast as they could go, chains rattling, nipple clamps aching, strictly restrained arms twitching in their bonds. They had to, they had to, they had to get away!
Art by theowlette theowlette!
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They've done pretty well considering their impediments, but stuck as they are in all that tight bondage I think they're destined to be recaptured~ At least the escape attempt looks sexy! Credit to Owlette's detailed work on the bondage gear, and mmmm, those nipple clamps :3 Hey, once they're found again, the chain between those clamps on Adhara's breasts will make the perfect leash to bring them back in, don't you think? >3>
snerble
MemberThis looks like my average Skyrim playthrough lol
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