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You're Not In Kansas Anymore

CHAPTER 1

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'Wh-at happened?' Was the first coherent thought that my mind could manage.

I attempted to open my eyes, my eye lids felt heavy, they felt like they were glued together. I tried to reach up and rub my eyes but that simple movement seemed to be difficult in of itself. My body was sore, a dull throbbing pain all over, like I had just had the workout of lifetime.

I managed to blink my eyes open a crack, enough to see that I was in a dark room, the only source of light seemed to come from my right, I managed to turn my head to the source of the light and saw that there was a balcony, moonlight poured through the open doors in, the long curtains billowing gently in the warm breeze that blew into the room. After a few more moments I realised that I was laying in a bed, the most comfortable bed I had ever lay on. The sheets felt soft and silky smooth against my scales, I didn't want to move from this spot.

"Where am I?" I asked aloud, my throat feeling rough, my question sounding more like a frog croaking that actual speech. I pulled myself upright so that I could look around more, my body feeling more responsive now, I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room.

It was everything I had ever imagined the most luxurious bedroom would look like and more. Expensive looking ornaments sat atop fancy looking furniture. Two wooden doors built into a wall, which I could only imagine to be a wardrobe, took up nearly the entire wall to my right.

The intricate carvings made it look expensive, never mind the quality of the wood itself. Expensive fabrics seemed to be draping from the roof, reminding me of some erotic movie I once watched. If the feeling of the fabric of this bed was anything to go by, that fabric would also be incredibly expensive.

I knew no-one who could afford such a luxurious bedroom, so that only reinforced the curiosity of my last two questions, but such questions were quickly dismissed when I realised something; I was completely naked.

I felt my face flush with embarrassment at the realisation that someone must have undressed me, that embarrassment quickly over come with shock when I noticed that someone had shaved the fur from my crotch around my genital slit.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out why someone would do such a thing, or what kind of sick minded individual would do this to someone while they were unconcious. I reached down to touch my now smooth crotch when I noticed I had sliver bands on my wrists, and then felt one around my neck as well.

"What the fuck is going on!" I cried in frustration.

Lights flickered on, I peered through the archway I hadn't seen before that lay twenty feet from the end of the bed and saw that there was another, similarly luxurious room on the other side. A shadow flickered into sight, it's owner moving towards the archway as it moved ahead of them, whoever it was remained out of sight, their shadow growing larger with each second.

All I could tell from their shadow was that they had horns, a dragon perhaps, but also that they were big! I could hear their heavy foot falls... no hooves they were hooves, making a clopping sound as they walked across the stone floor.

They were just outside the archway, still out of sight, as several fires ignited on wall mounted lanterns; filled the room I was in with warm light. The shadows owner now stepped into view and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. A giant beast of rippling muscle with smooth pink and black skin stood before me, he didn't have a muzzle like a dragon I had expected him to be. His face was similar to a humans, but was as different from one as a human was to a fur.

His horns arched a couple of feet from his head before curving into a crescent shape. His horns combined with his huge muscular body and domineering expression meant that he radiated strength, dominance and superiority. Not only were his horns huge, but they they were clad with silver chains and rings, embedded with precious stones along their length.

He stood motionless in the archway, his very presence felt like it was crushing me, I couldn't breath. He was naked, his large meaty cock hung limply between his legs, I felt myself blush and averted my gaze from his sex. In my attempt to not look at his crotch my eyes met his.

His appearance and presence had intimidated me, but they were nothing compared to those eyes, black as the darkest night, a tiny glimmer of light flickering within their depths; light to lure those who fell into darkness to him, a predator among predators. His eyes drank me in, taking in every detail, my naked body, my fear... I felt like he was staring into my very soul.

"W-wh-who are y-you?" I cried meekly, finally remembering to breath. I clutched at the bedsheets nervously.

"Do you not remember?" He asked, his voice softer than I had imagined but still deep and powerful.

"No..." I whimpered, the tone of his question made me feel like I should know, like he expected me to know.

He stepped forward, his hooves echoing of the hard stone floor, stopping as he reached the end of the bed and looked down on me. He seemed even bigger now, he must have been at least ten feet tall, not including his horns. His body rippled with power as his muscles flexed from the simplest of movements.

"Wh-ere am I?" I asked, desperately trying to make sense of the situation, to remember anything about what had happened.

"You're in my bedroom." He responded, his tone flat and even, showing no humour in his reply.

"Wh-why am I in your bedroom?" I asked, a little braver now, my need to know what was happening starting to overcome the fear I felt.

"Where else would you be?" His brow furrowed in what was unmistakably confusion at my question, his response only succeeding to deepen my own.

"I don't understand!" I cried. "Who are you? Why am I here? WHAT THE FUCK... is going on!?"

His expression contorted into one of anger and reached forward and grabbed me by the throat. I grabbed his wrist but was helpless to over come his strength, he pulled me from the bed with as much ease as I might have lifted a pillow. My muzzle was inches from his muzzle-less face, my foot-paws suspended inches above the soft bed below.

I scratched and clawed at the arm holding me, my foot paws kicking him in the legs and stomach but having little effect, I flapped my wings desperately as I tried to free myself, I looked into his black eyes and suddenly I remembered everything.

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I had gotten off the bus two blocks away from my apartment. I had been walking home from work, it had been another day from hell, my boss had been on my case all day. He hated me because I was a mixed breed, I had gotten a lot of that over the years. Pedigrees often thought they were superior to everyone else. He couldn't fire me because I was good at my job, but that didn't mean he couldn't give me all the crappy jobs that no one else actually wanted to do. But I did them and did them well. Just knowing that my very presence annoyed him motivated me. As I was reaching to unlock the door to my apartment I was grabbed from behind, I felt a strong hand close around my throat and lift me off the ground and force me to stare into it's eyes, those same black eyes.

"£&%(~&(%(#&%()£!!"

As the alien words echoed around me I had felt the scales around my neck began to burn under his grip, I screamed, the pain spreading throughout my body like it was on fire; it went on for what seemed like hours, the pain didn't stop until I was surrounded by darkness.

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"I'm sorry Master!" I cried, my words choked as his powerful hand was still wrapped around my throat.

He dropped me back onto the bed and I immediately crawled away to the head of the bed, curling my tail round myself and clutched at my throat. I don't know why I had said what I had said, it had come out by itself, but it seemed to appease him and that was what important for the moment.

He continued to stand at the end of the bed, watching me with his piercing gaze, waiting for something; expecting something. Eventually he spoke, his voice breaking the heavy silence, the silence I immediately missed.

"Hmm... I will need to train you it seems."

"Train me?" I whimpered, not liking the sound of that, not wanting to hear what 'training' I was requiring but my desperate curiosity making me speak before I could stop myself. "What kind of training?!" My question enticed a smile, a smile that sent a chill running through me.

"Behaviour training."

"Wha..."

"First, what is my name?"

"I don't know... you haven't..."

Anger flashed across his face again and he reached out his paw towards me and a burning pain flashed around my neck and spread throughout my body. My body writhed in pain, I screamed, each second seemed like an eternity as the burning spread throughout my entire body just like it had before, only this time it stopped. My lungs felt like they were burning, I could barely breath as I slowly turned to face him, the giant beast whose bed I lay on, I looked at him with tear filled eyes.

"What is my name?" He asked again.

"I... I..." I cried, desperately trying to remember if I knew his name. "I... don't..." He scowled again and began to raise his hand towards me, a cold wave of fear washed over me as I realised what was about to happen. "Master! Please Master don't!" I begged, I didn't want to feel that pain again.

I crushed my eyes shut and awaited the searing agony that I had suffered moments before to engulf me again. It never came. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, he had a pleased expression, and that was when it struck me; he wanted to be called Master. A realisation sent a cold shiver running down my spine, he didn't just want to be called Master, as far as he was concerned he was my master. He sat down on the bed and reached out to me, I flinched as his large hand approached, he gently rubbed my head fur, like you would do to a common house pet.

"Very good, you learn quickly." His words made me feel happy, the happiness immediately confusing me, why would I be happy about him giving me praise? I quickly decided not to go down that line of thought and decided to try asking him some more questions, respectfully this time.

"M... Master...?" I asked timidly, the word felt strange but at the same time felt right... no not right... I scolded myself for thinking. It was appropriate I told myself. He responded with a hum that told me he was giving me permission to continue. "What was that?" I asked, he gave me a confused look. "That... that pain?" I clarified.

He chuckled, I felt a knot in my stomach at his laugh, I wasn't going to like the answer.

"That was my magic." He replied moving his hand from my head and touched the collar round my neck. "These allow me to punish you should you displease me." Suddenly I realised that I not only had a collar, but similar bands round my wrists and ankles.

Magic didn't exist outside some fake act where some one pulls a rabbit out of a hat.., did it? Some how, something that I strongly believed to be true only a few hours ago was under some serious doubt. What I had felt had been no trick.

"These will allow any who lay eyes upon you to know that you belong to me!"

His words made it feel like an icy hand was wrapped around my heart, this was getting to be too much, I needed to know why he had done this to me!

"Why?" I cried, unable to form the words I wanted, I felt myself begin to break down, hot tears flowed from eyes and I began to sob.

I felt his powerful hand come to rest on my shoulder and gently rub it, even in my current state I was amazed at how gentle his touch actually was, my body responded to his touch by burying my muzzle into the warmth of his leg to seek some sort of comfort.

"There, there..." He cooed, his deep voice sending calming reverberations through my body, I could feel myself begin to calm; was this more of his magic? "Such an adorable creature you are."

His words made no sense, as flattering as they might have been under different circumstances. I had stopped weeping now but I had no idea what to do or to say next.

"A life as a slave isn't so bad. Especially one in your position."

'My position? Slave? Just what the hell was in store for me? How can being a slave be good?' I thought to myself, my mind still desperately trying to figure out what was happening; part of me hoping that this was all just a bad dream and that in a few moments, I would wake up safe in my own bed.

"You don't need to worry about anything but satisfying your Master." He responded as if reading my mind.

"Happy?" I squeaked, the words slipping from my maw without me wanting them to.

"Yes!" I couldn't see his face but I could tell he was smiling from the tone in his voice. "A happy master makes for a happy slave! But an unhappy master..."

He didn't finish his sentence, he didn't need to, the residual pain niggling at me was a perfect reminder of what happens when Master was angry. I felt myself cringe when I called him master in my head, he wasn't my master, he was some sick fuck who has kidnapped me.

"Kidnap is such a horrid phrase... I prefer to say I liberated you."

Yet again I felt a cold chill run down my spine. Had he just read my mind?

"Yes, I did. I also don't appreciate being called a... 'sick fuck' as you so crudely put it."

I froze, fully expecting the pain to return, but it didn't; he just kept gently rubbing my head fur as my head lay on his lap; highly aware of the large pole of flesh that I had seen before was mere inches away. I dared to gaze up at him, turning my head just enough to see him looking down at me with a predatory smile.

"Sorry..." I whimpered.

Keeping on his good side was definitely the best thing at the moment, even with out the so called magic, I wouldn't have a hope in hell of over powering him. His expression changed to one of expectancy, he was waiting for something, it only took me a few moments to think of what it was.

"... Master." He smiled again, knowing I had gotten it right I relaxed a little.

"I'll forgive you this time, but in the future don't expect such leniency."

His tone made me quiver in fear, I had no doubts that he could and would deliver upon his threat. I couldn't say anything, do anything or even think anything that would displease or he would punish me. If he could read my thoughts then any thoughts or plans of escaping were definitely out, I felt my heart sink. My only hope was that someone comes and finds me...

"There is no chance of that." He declared confidently. "No one from your world will ever find you here!" I sat bolt upright, pulling free of the hand stroking me head and stared at him in fear and confusion, his face one of amusement. "Didn't you know?" He asked in a mocking tone.

He began to laugh, a hearty bellow which threatened to deafen me, I rolled off the bed and ran to the balcony and looked out. Up in the sky was the moon, it's brilliant light shining down on me from the nights sky, only there was more than one moon, there was four of them; all of them different colours hanging high in the nights sky. I looked down and saw a horrifyingly twisted waste land below. Rivers of fire, forests of bodies nailed to wooden crosses... I was in hell! I turned to face the pink demon who was now my master, he was standing in the doorway to the balcony, his massive frame filling it up, he was still laughing; a laugh so evil that made my scales crawl.

"You're not in Kansas any more... Dorothy!" He bellowed, laughing again. "Now then... it's time for your next lesson!" He grinned, grinning so wide I could see the razor sharp fangs that filled his mouth.

I felt a hot wetness run down my legs. I didn't need to look down to know that I had just pissed myself.