I loved this picture by Kandlin so much I decided to color it in and share it. It's the first time I've done something like this so feedback is much appreciated! (I also did some research on this character and gave her OC proper colors haha)
Things like getting her outfit look "shiny" was a bit weird, but I had some help by looking at similar outfits look on the site haha
Relationships between heroes and villains were not exactly uncommon. It was a bit difficult to make the requisite mental leaps needed to have a formal arrangement, two secret identities marrying and then going off to take opposite sides on crime every night, but there were plenty of unofficial situations. Sometimes rivals could be lovers, depending on the circumstances under which they met. There were hushed-up reports of heroes or villains in a collar at their 'enemy's' feet in BDSM clubs without being captured. Things like that.
The Iron Dragon was well-known for being the incorruptible champion of Victory City. Of course she'd never do something like that. Her mysterious secret identity obviously wouldn't, either. No matter how many times she got revealed, her secret identity was always mysterious. That was just how it worked. But in any case, she was one of the more diligent heroines in the city in that regard - meaning, she was not prone to fraternizing with the enemy. Voluntarily, anyway. When she was captured and had no control over the situation, she could hardly stop them from fraternizing her until her pussy was sore.
That didn't mean she didn't have a social life. Dates and things happened from time to time. And she had a large collection of devices ranging from the simple to the very, very complicated, and a collection of videos of, well, herself in various situations, that spanned an immense number of temporal loops. But sometimes there were still new things to be found.
The Tamer was a notorious villain. No one was even sure what species he was. Some of his past victims thought lion, others swore they'd had his stallion-cock burned into their memories, still more spoke with squirms of remembering a thick, knobbed draconic shaft teaching them to submit. But whatever he was, he was scrupulously honest about his business; a captive entrusted to his care, with proper pay, WOULD be tamed and returned as agreed. He'd never been known to renege on a deal or let one of his 'trainees' be taken by anyone but the person who paid him.
And he'd just made her a business proposition by mail. Someone had built a new automated slave-taming system, and the Tamer wanted to see it in action so he could compare the results to his own techniques and powers. A hero with magic or psychic abilities would skew the process, as they might use their own talents to fend it off, and any of the heroes known for eager submission wouldn't provide a decent baseline either. He needed a heroine who would struggle and fight, but who didn't have super powers related to it. And that was why he wanted the Iron Dragon. Of course, if it worked, she'd be freshly-tamed, so he'd put her up for auction as normal.
That didn't mean she was going to just jump up and volunteer, of course. That was the other half of the offer. First, when the testing was completed, he'd give her the apparatus. She could investigate it, come up with a way to negate it, or deliberately put it back on, all up to her. And he would also promise that the next time some other villain auctioned her off, the Tamer would buy her himself. His professional interests meant he couldn't simply buy her and not tame her, but after acquiring her, he would consider her to be the client as well... and thus he would tame her and train her to serve her own lusts for the duration of her captivity, however long her karma said that was. A few months, usually.
Months of being trapped in his lair. No self-control. All her toys available if she simply provided his servants with access. All her videos. All the toys and videos he had as well. Unlimited access to HIM, to the right to pant for more lessons any time the urge struck. Months of knowing that if she had the kinky idea of being taken for naked walkies through Villain Park and ending with her shaved-bald cunt squirming in the air with her locked in a mounting rack... then she'd be unable to stop herself from asking for it, and getting it. Months of knowing that if she was muzzled and bound into bed, red-facedly fingering herself for the cameras, then it was all her doing.
She was still ready to refuse, much as the offer was exciting. But there was one other thing.
He knew how long it would take him to tame her; he was that confident in his own abilities. He would start a secret timer, one she would not be able to see. When the timer stopped, the automated taming system would shut down, if it had not completed its work. If she held out that long - however long he put on the timer, trusting to his personal pride in his own superior hero-breaking ability to give the auto-tamer a suitably challenging timefrant - then he would give her something he would ordinarily never consider.
A free pass.
All she had to do was hold out, and the next time some villain brought her to the Tamer, he would return her to her own home, untamed and unharmed, and report to his great dismay that, for the first time ever, a slave he had been charged with taming had managed to escape him entirely. In short, he was offering up his perfect record if she could refuse him an order after the automated taming system had a fair chance to do its work.
A few rounds of negotiation later, and it was agreed. She would come to a designated location sans armor and let him 'capture' her - so the resultant training period would reduce her always-elevated karma levels. If the system defeated her, then he'd give her the apparatus, and buy her at the next three auctions he could. And if she held out, then not only would she 'escape' - she would capture him in the process, the first hero to ever force him into a battle, let alone first to defeat him.
The 'fight' was perfunctory, without her armor; he sent a team of super-bruisers, and her claws and firebreath weren't remotely a match for them as they hauled her into the car. Unlike most villainous captures, they didn't strip her down, fuck her in the car, or otherwise molest her. That could come later.
The Tamer didn't come out to personally meet her when they arrived. Since he wouldn't be using his powers on her, he wasn't going to entrust the secret of his identity to her either. There was simply a locked cell with cameras and an observation window, and a package in a box, marked 'Slavekini.' One of the Tamer's assistants simply told her to strip down, then open the package. It was supposed to automatically apply itself when opened. Setta did.
A collection of gems bound to cloth and metal was inside the package - or at least, that's what it looked like, until the gems flexed and moved, leaping out at her. She did her best to fend it off - after all, if she could stop the thing from applying itself in the first place, or hinder it, then it wouldn't have succeeded, would it? But whatever the material was, her claws couldn't cut into it, and in short order the whole package had yanked itself into place around her naked body.
The cloth itself ended up dividing itself into pieces - one section shaped like a one-piece bathing suit, two 'cuffs' strapping around her wings and pulling the wingfabric into tight bunches, a pair of bicep-length sleeves, a metal collar, and two thigh-high sets of stockings that left her toes and heels exposed. The metal bits lined up on the sleeves and stockings only, making a cuff around each thigh and rather decoratively making the sleeves resemble bracers rather than cloth. The gems positioned themselves strategically - one on the back of each hand, one on each bicep, one on each bunched-up wing, one about her throat, one over each nipple, one on her crotch, one at her ass, one on each thigh, and one on each ankle. Once that was settled, two bits of the collar extended upward and clipped onto her ears, pressing another gem down into each ear.
The whole thing tingled around her for a moment, and she knew enough to figure out that it was mapping her - not just her body, but that the gems in her ears had done an extremely rapid but thorough review of her strengths, weaknesses, likes, and dislikes.
The gem between her legs felt like it suddenly shoved a fireball inside her, heat and arousal erupting in her crotch. She tried to reach down, but her arms wouldn't move that far; she could wriggle her hands about in place as though she were holding herself back, but couldn't lay a hand on the gem at her pussy.
The ones over her nipples send hot throbs through her chest, and the one on her rump sent a teasing tingle through her anus. She felt control over her face being neatly stripped away. She fought it, but felt her mouth being drawn into a mindless grin while arousal began to leak down her thighs.
The gems in her ears weren't so direct as to whisper at her. She just knew what they were saying. That she was going to be a whimpery wet fuckslave. That she no longer owned her body, that her arousal was her weakness, that she was going to cream her resistance down her legs. She felt the heat between her legs shifting, forming into the perception of a flaming hand cupping her cunt possessively, burning fingers spreading her and pressing tender inner flesh onto the surface of the gem. She felt the gem at her throat tingling, making her mouth open.
"I'm going to be such a good girl!" her mouth was prompted to squeal out through her grin. She clenched her knees together as the imaginary hand playing with her pussy stroked along the inner edge of her labia, then at her inner folds. She knew that she was going to learn to respond so nicely down there, to be paralyzed with gasping pleasure at a casual fondle. She fought to make her arms move, again failing to get them to do anything but twitch and wiggle in place as though it was her trying to keep from touching herself.
And she came. A long, rolling, devastatingly intense climax that rolled from her pussylips up on a slow stroke through her tunnel, up to bounce through her womb, and obviously it was the slavekini making her think it but she could feel her ovaries light up in delight, deep inside her, and then spread the climax further and further until even her toes and fingers were tingling with pleasure. She'd orgasmed so hard her sodden snatch had left her standing over a puddle of her own juices. And there was a lot more to go.
Two weeks later, the Tamer watched the auction stage in satisfaction. The slavekini worked well enough, certainly, but forty percent slower than his own methods, and the end result was... uniform. A thoroughly-trained dragoness prancing on command on stage, a smile plastered across her face as she presented herself for the bitchtail plug, spreading her legs and fingering herself at a word... yes, very amusing. But the slavekini left her in a muddled daze, sodden with pleasure and submissive obedience. Any heroine going in - with the same set of parameters selected, at least - would have come out with a nigh-identical mindset. His products were unique, each one submitted in her own way, obedient but still distinct.
And when he bought her the NEXT time she went up for auction, some fifteen months later, he was very amused when, having tamed her to her own lusts, she was soon laid across his lap wailing into a muzzle, cupping her cunt and making her ass bounce while she watched the video of herself in the slavekini...
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Things like getting her outfit look "shiny" was a bit weird, but I had some help by looking at similar outfits look on the site haha
Hope you all like it ^^
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Glad you like the pic! Make sure to share it on Kandlin's public discord, too!
Kandlin has a public discord? Yeah I'd love to share it there! Could where can I find it?
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The Iron Dragon was well-known for being the incorruptible champion of Victory City. Of course she'd never do something like that. Her mysterious secret identity obviously wouldn't, either. No matter how many times she got revealed, her secret identity was always mysterious. That was just how it worked. But in any case, she was one of the more diligent heroines in the city in that regard - meaning, she was not prone to fraternizing with the enemy. Voluntarily, anyway. When she was captured and had no control over the situation, she could hardly stop them from fraternizing her until her pussy was sore.
That didn't mean she didn't have a social life. Dates and things happened from time to time. And she had a large collection of devices ranging from the simple to the very, very complicated, and a collection of videos of, well, herself in various situations, that spanned an immense number of temporal loops. But sometimes there were still new things to be found.
The Tamer was a notorious villain. No one was even sure what species he was. Some of his past victims thought lion, others swore they'd had his stallion-cock burned into their memories, still more spoke with squirms of remembering a thick, knobbed draconic shaft teaching them to submit. But whatever he was, he was scrupulously honest about his business; a captive entrusted to his care, with proper pay, WOULD be tamed and returned as agreed. He'd never been known to renege on a deal or let one of his 'trainees' be taken by anyone but the person who paid him.
And he'd just made her a business proposition by mail. Someone had built a new automated slave-taming system, and the Tamer wanted to see it in action so he could compare the results to his own techniques and powers. A hero with magic or psychic abilities would skew the process, as they might use their own talents to fend it off, and any of the heroes known for eager submission wouldn't provide a decent baseline either. He needed a heroine who would struggle and fight, but who didn't have super powers related to it. And that was why he wanted the Iron Dragon. Of course, if it worked, she'd be freshly-tamed, so he'd put her up for auction as normal.
That didn't mean she was going to just jump up and volunteer, of course. That was the other half of the offer. First, when the testing was completed, he'd give her the apparatus. She could investigate it, come up with a way to negate it, or deliberately put it back on, all up to her. And he would also promise that the next time some other villain auctioned her off, the Tamer would buy her himself. His professional interests meant he couldn't simply buy her and not tame her, but after acquiring her, he would consider her to be the client as well... and thus he would tame her and train her to serve her own lusts for the duration of her captivity, however long her karma said that was. A few months, usually.
Months of being trapped in his lair. No self-control. All her toys available if she simply provided his servants with access. All her videos. All the toys and videos he had as well. Unlimited access to HIM, to the right to pant for more lessons any time the urge struck. Months of knowing that if she had the kinky idea of being taken for naked walkies through Villain Park and ending with her shaved-bald cunt squirming in the air with her locked in a mounting rack... then she'd be unable to stop herself from asking for it, and getting it. Months of knowing that if she was muzzled and bound into bed, red-facedly fingering herself for the cameras, then it was all her doing.
She was still ready to refuse, much as the offer was exciting. But there was one other thing.
He knew how long it would take him to tame her; he was that confident in his own abilities. He would start a secret timer, one she would not be able to see. When the timer stopped, the automated taming system would shut down, if it had not completed its work. If she held out that long - however long he put on the timer, trusting to his personal pride in his own superior hero-breaking ability to give the auto-tamer a suitably challenging timefrant - then he would give her something he would ordinarily never consider.
A free pass.
All she had to do was hold out, and the next time some villain brought her to the Tamer, he would return her to her own home, untamed and unharmed, and report to his great dismay that, for the first time ever, a slave he had been charged with taming had managed to escape him entirely. In short, he was offering up his perfect record if she could refuse him an order after the automated taming system had a fair chance to do its work.
A few rounds of negotiation later, and it was agreed. She would come to a designated location sans armor and let him 'capture' her - so the resultant training period would reduce her always-elevated karma levels. If the system defeated her, then he'd give her the apparatus, and buy her at the next three auctions he could. And if she held out, then not only would she 'escape' - she would capture him in the process, the first hero to ever force him into a battle, let alone first to defeat him.
The 'fight' was perfunctory, without her armor; he sent a team of super-bruisers, and her claws and firebreath weren't remotely a match for them as they hauled her into the car. Unlike most villainous captures, they didn't strip her down, fuck her in the car, or otherwise molest her. That could come later.
The Tamer didn't come out to personally meet her when they arrived. Since he wouldn't be using his powers on her, he wasn't going to entrust the secret of his identity to her either. There was simply a locked cell with cameras and an observation window, and a package in a box, marked 'Slavekini.' One of the Tamer's assistants simply told her to strip down, then open the package. It was supposed to automatically apply itself when opened. Setta did.
A collection of gems bound to cloth and metal was inside the package - or at least, that's what it looked like, until the gems flexed and moved, leaping out at her. She did her best to fend it off - after all, if she could stop the thing from applying itself in the first place, or hinder it, then it wouldn't have succeeded, would it? But whatever the material was, her claws couldn't cut into it, and in short order the whole package had yanked itself into place around her naked body.
The cloth itself ended up dividing itself into pieces - one section shaped like a one-piece bathing suit, two 'cuffs' strapping around her wings and pulling the wingfabric into tight bunches, a pair of bicep-length sleeves, a metal collar, and two thigh-high sets of stockings that left her toes and heels exposed. The metal bits lined up on the sleeves and stockings only, making a cuff around each thigh and rather decoratively making the sleeves resemble bracers rather than cloth. The gems positioned themselves strategically - one on the back of each hand, one on each bicep, one on each bunched-up wing, one about her throat, one over each nipple, one on her crotch, one at her ass, one on each thigh, and one on each ankle. Once that was settled, two bits of the collar extended upward and clipped onto her ears, pressing another gem down into each ear.
The whole thing tingled around her for a moment, and she knew enough to figure out that it was mapping her - not just her body, but that the gems in her ears had done an extremely rapid but thorough review of her strengths, weaknesses, likes, and dislikes.
The gem between her legs felt like it suddenly shoved a fireball inside her, heat and arousal erupting in her crotch. She tried to reach down, but her arms wouldn't move that far; she could wriggle her hands about in place as though she were holding herself back, but couldn't lay a hand on the gem at her pussy.
The ones over her nipples send hot throbs through her chest, and the one on her rump sent a teasing tingle through her anus. She felt control over her face being neatly stripped away. She fought it, but felt her mouth being drawn into a mindless grin while arousal began to leak down her thighs.
The gems in her ears weren't so direct as to whisper at her. She just knew what they were saying. That she was going to be a whimpery wet fuckslave. That she no longer owned her body, that her arousal was her weakness, that she was going to cream her resistance down her legs. She felt the heat between her legs shifting, forming into the perception of a flaming hand cupping her cunt possessively, burning fingers spreading her and pressing tender inner flesh onto the surface of the gem. She felt the gem at her throat tingling, making her mouth open.
"I'm going to be such a good girl!" her mouth was prompted to squeal out through her grin. She clenched her knees together as the imaginary hand playing with her pussy stroked along the inner edge of her labia, then at her inner folds. She knew that she was going to learn to respond so nicely down there, to be paralyzed with gasping pleasure at a casual fondle. She fought to make her arms move, again failing to get them to do anything but twitch and wiggle in place as though it was her trying to keep from touching herself.
And she came. A long, rolling, devastatingly intense climax that rolled from her pussylips up on a slow stroke through her tunnel, up to bounce through her womb, and obviously it was the slavekini making her think it but she could feel her ovaries light up in delight, deep inside her, and then spread the climax further and further until even her toes and fingers were tingling with pleasure. She'd orgasmed so hard her sodden snatch had left her standing over a puddle of her own juices. And there was a lot more to go.
Two weeks later, the Tamer watched the auction stage in satisfaction. The slavekini worked well enough, certainly, but forty percent slower than his own methods, and the end result was... uniform. A thoroughly-trained dragoness prancing on command on stage, a smile plastered across her face as she presented herself for the bitchtail plug, spreading her legs and fingering herself at a word... yes, very amusing. But the slavekini left her in a muddled daze, sodden with pleasure and submissive obedience. Any heroine going in - with the same set of parameters selected, at least - would have come out with a nigh-identical mindset. His products were unique, each one submitted in her own way, obedient but still distinct.
And when he bought her the NEXT time she went up for auction, some fifteen months later, he was very amused when, having tamed her to her own lusts, she was soon laid across his lap wailing into a muzzle, cupping her cunt and making her ass bounce while she watched the video of herself in the slavekini...