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Batzz victory over the Drum Clan, one of the most powerful clans of the entire Dragon World, was a great milestone on his domination of everything.
With this conquest, Batzz had not only removed one of the greatest obstacles on the path of his domination of the entire Dragon World, but also showed to all the other tribes and clans of his world juts how powerful he truly was.
The Drum Clan all fell into place after the defeat of both their leader, Fangslade Terrestrial Dragon, and of his son and best warrior, Drum Bunker Dragon. After witnessing the two of them being beaten like the poor pathetic losers they were, the rest of the Drum Clan willingly submitted to the Demon Lord Dragon, bowing before their new leader and Emperor.
As for the ones who refused to bow and chose to remain loyal to their fallen leaders...
Another day of conquests for Batzz. Another day when he returned to his base, in what once was the home of the Drum Bunker Clan and was ready for relaxing and restoring his energies after a long day of battle and conquest.
More and more of the Dragon World was falling under his control with each passing week, and it was now only a matter of time before Batzz was the one and only ruler of all dragons, like he was always supposed to.
As he walked into the village, the dragons in there, many of them former members of the Drum Clan, bowed their heads respectfully to the Thunder Emperor as he made his way in direction to the stables, with his loyal paige, Holy Sword Dragon, whom was also known simply as “Pan-chan”, for some reason.
“Wait here.” Batzz ordered to his smaller white companion, who bowed his head respectfully as he waited just outside of the stable as Batzz walked inside.
Normally stables contained beasts who were bred and kept for a variety of reasons, from beasts of burden to serve as livestock for slaughter. Those stables, however, housed dragons. Not feral dragons who some beings of other worlds used as mounts, but dragons like Batzz, who walked in two legs and gifted with sapience.
Those were the members of the Drum Clan who refused to bow to him. As a result of their rebellion, they were put to service Batzz and his forces in a much different manner.
They were all tied into small enclosures inside of the stables, all of them in varying degrees of bondage. Some of them were only on their knees with their hands bound behind their backs, blindfolds over their eyes and tissues tied over their mouths as gags. Others had more elaborated bindings, including being tied with ropes and chains on their hands and knees, with heavy leather hoods covering their entire heads, preventing them from seeing, hearing and talking as they could only stay on all fours like beasts.
One thing they all had in common, however, was the fact that all of them had suction cups attached to their malehoods, each one connected to a glass container through a long tube. The dragons squirmed and moaned as the cups sucked on their members, stimulating them until inducing orgasm, which caused their semen to travel up the tubes and be deposited into the containers, which would be filled until they were full. Some of them also had dildos planted on their tailholes, vibrating constantly as means of extra stimulus to make sure they orgasmed until the containers were practically overflowing with seed.
This seed, collected from those captured dragons, would be then taken to the alchemists, who would use this precious resource, this “dragon milk”, as an ingredient to ointments and potions that would be very valuable for Batzz’s troops.
Batzz walked through each enclosure, looking inside and seeing how each one of those former dragons, of those cows, were producing acceptable amounts of seed to be used. He was satisfied so far.
Then, it came the time to check on the center of the barn, where the two centerpieces of his conquest stood.
Drum and his father Fang were on all fours. Their arms and legs tied in a way that they could do nothing more than stand on their knees and elbows. They had ball-gags lodged on their mouths, and black blindfolds drapped over their eyes. They were both wearing full-body lates suits colored black and white on the same pattern of actual cows. On their necks, each one of them had a pink collar with the words “PRIZED COW” printed in golden. Their suits, albeit full-bodied, were open on both the crotch and the ass, allowing for suctions cups to be attached over their hard dicks and for the dildos connected to fucking machines to be drove in and out of their tailholes continuously.
The two of them could only moan weakly, as their dicks, sore from the overstimulation, continued to throb and to leak a small trickle of cum down the two tubes connected to a glass container with the words “ONLY FOR EMPEROR BATZZ” in it.
Walking to the two of them, Batzz passed a hand over their heads. They both moaned a bit louder, shaking their heads slightly in exhaustion and pain, trying to beg through the balls of rubber on their mouths for Batzz to turn it off and allow them to rest. However, Batzz would not be doing that yet.
The container was still only half-full, and those two, like all other cows on that stable, had a quota.
The cups on their dicks would continue pumping until the container was totally full, and it didn’t matter how many days it would take.
Then, Batzz causally reached to the side, picking up a silver goblet in a plate in there, and then taking it to the bottom of the container. He opened a tap, causing the gooey dragon milk to leak into the goblet until it was full, at which point Batzz closed the tap and stopped the flow.
Taking the goblet to his lips and took a sip, allowing the rich, strong flavor of the seed of strong males to dance over his tongue.
Delicious.
“You still make the best male milk I ever tasted, my dear cows.” Batzz said, looking down at the two of them. The two only whimpered in pain as their dicks continued to be milked mercilessly.