As he awoke, the large handsome dragon became very much aware that he was bound in an uncomfortable position. His body was tied so that his limbs were unable to move at all, and his body was laid completely vulnerable on his back. It was hard to make out anything distinct about his surroundings - the place looked run-down enough to be away from prying eyes entirely. The last thing he remembered was being grabbed and knocked out while caught off guard, while out bragging about his recent achievements. Perhaps someone had taken exception to something he had said.
He glanced frantically around to see a gang of nasty looking elephants looking down at him and seemingly enjoying the sight of him tied up. They were of varying size but all had a similar energy about them - intimidating and rough around the edges.
“You’re awake. Finally, we can start playing with you.” One of them grunted. “We hate dragons, you know, but it’s going to be especially fun to make a pompous prick like you squirm.”

They laughed and whispered amongst themselves before taking to his body, groping and grabbing him all over and trying to tickle and poke at sensitive spots. It was embarrassing enough to be tied and laid bare like this, but as they started roaming his body and being rough with him that feeling only intensified. He wasn’t sure what they meant by ‘playing’ yet, but was already sure it was not going to be gentle.
Then a curious, rough hand grazed between his legs and brushed across the length of his slit causing him to flinch. Their eyes all were drawn down there, and they became aware that his genitals were contained within a slit.

That seemed to pique the curiosity of his captors, who suddenly turned their attention towards probing in that area. A pair of fingers started rubbing up and down the entrance and then suddenly breached him without warning.

He squirmed but to no avail - the ropes were tied very tightly and effectively. His discomfort seemed to please the whole gang, and soon they were all watching and smiling widely as one of them aggressively fingered his slit.

“H-Hey, don’t…” He blurted out from behind gritted teeth, sounding pretty pissed off about how brazen they were being.
The fingers eventually found his soft dick inside and the elephant started aiming them towards it, his digits pushing against the head and teasing at it.
Despite the situation he was in, he couldn’t help that his body reacted to this stimulation. His dick started to twitch and fill out, and soon it was poking out of the entrance of his slit slightly.

“Wow, you seriously are getting hard right now?” One of the elephants laughed, before pushing it back inside with his hand forcefully.
Wincing as these cruel elephants continuously manhandled his most delicate parts with reckless abandon, he felt another finger enter him. Before he could say anything this was being joined by yet another, the offending arm moving faster and harder. Then, with very little preparation, the elephant shoved his entire fist inside.

He wasn’t able to contain the little cry of discomfort that escaped his maw at the intrusion. He could feel his slit stinging from the forceful entry already, and his assailant didn’t waste any time in pulling back a little and then slamming it back in. The stretch was painful, and even worse was the feeling of his heavy fist crushing his dick inside.

The sensitive walls in the dragon’s slit were harshly pounded by the elephant’s strong arm, relentless in its movements.
“Does that hurt? Not such a big tough dragon now, are you?” One of them teased, patting his underbelly condescendingly.
This irritated the dragon, and he arrogantly glared at the offending gang member. “You think you can hurt me? You should just give up. I’m not scared of you, sad little perverts.”

But he couldn’t help the little hitches of breath that came between sentences as that hand continued to pummel his insides.
The cockiness of his statement prompted the elephant who was playing with his slit to crack a grin and pull his hand free. “Oh, you’re very sure of yourself aren’t you? Is that a challenge?”

He tried to think of something to say, but it wasn’t easy to continue acting tough when he was bound and spread like this, his sore slit throbbing between his legs and even gaping slightly after being viciously fisted. Still, he did his best to not look scared or upset. He couldn’t let them crush his spirit so easily - he was going to see just how far they were willing to go.

Besides, the feeling of soreness in his abused slit was kind of exhilarating. Of course, he couldn’t let them know that or it would spoil the fun. He’d always been quite the masochist, but they really didn’t need to know that.

Another elephant came forward, seemingly with a bright idea on how he could further bully the bound dragon.
“Got some toys here for us to play with.”

And in one of his hands he was holding a medical speculum - an intimidating device with a lever that allowed it to easily pry open any orifice for internal examination. In the other was a screwdriver. Now, that was a little less conventional.

He knew that he was about to be humiliated further, but didn’t break his composure.

The elephant loomed over him, gathering some spit before discharging it directly onto his slit. It was a filthy gesture, really. He used the crude form of lubrication to slide the speculum into the sore hole, cold surgical steel causing the captive to flinch as it brushed against the sensitive, throbbing flesh.
He inserted it as far as it would go, then squeezed down hard on the lever to force open the hole, exposing everything inside for the gang to see. His hard dick was once again fully visible, and twitching under their scrutinising gaze as his slit was cruelly pulled open.

“I can see it again - his little boner!” One of them laughed. “Wait, I’ve got a really good idea.”

He snatched the screwdriver up and joined his friend kneeling in front of their captured dragon, wielding the tool and easing it into the pried-open hole. He poked around with it, until he eventually found the head of his member.

“There we go.” He grinned darkly as he pressed the rough head of the screwdriver against the dragon’s tender urethra, rubbing it around the small orifice teasingly. “Are you scared yet?”

But he didn’t exactly give him a chance to answer, instead pushing forward and poking into the hole.

He whimpered and squealed as he felt the sensitive spot being poked at so suddenly, and was helpless to the curious elephant’s brutality as he slid the tool into the tight hole. It hurt a lot more than the fisting, especially with absolutely no preparation beforehand. His urethra was entered forcibly by the cold metal rod, pushing deeper and deeper inside. The stretch burned all the way down, and the feeling of the hard object inside was sickening.
The gang crowded around and watched it disappear into his tight dick hole, very openly amused by the sight.

The elephant looked up at his face and watched it twist in discomfort as he pulled the tool back out by an inch and then pushed it back in, as if he were fucking him with it. He did it a few times, easing further in with each thrust.

It was unbelievably embarrassing to be penetrated in such an intimate way, especially while everyone watched thanks to the speculum holding his slit wide open. The muscles in the walls of his slit flexed around the medical device, starting to hurt from being held open for so long. Every time the screwdriver was pulled back, the wide head of it dragged painfully out and with every push back in it burned deeper inside his urethra.
Over the course of a few minutes the elephant managed to push several inches worth of the screwdriver inside of his urethra, and he marvelled at his own handiwork for a while as he left it in there.

“Look at that. It went all the way in.” He snorted, turning as one of his friends went rummaging for something else to bully the dragon with.
His dick throbbed in pain around the solid intrusion, his breathing ragged as his body begrudgingly adjusted to it. Then the elephant grabbed the screwdriver again and idly started twisting and thrusting it, watching him whine and cry as he did.

Looking up he saw another elephant looking sadistically between his legs while holding a few jagged-looking stones in his hands. They weren’t huge, but they were certainly not small either. For a second he doubted if he was really about to do what he thought he was. It was hard to believe he was really thinking of putting those filthy things inside of his slit, but he was advancing nonetheless and with a dirty grin on his face.

But then he had no reason to doubt anymore as one of the rocks was pressed through the speculum and slowly positioned inside his tender entrance. He whined, feeling the gross and rough surface of the stone brushing against his walls and then pushing into place. It was a sensation that sent sickening chills through his body.

Then another quickly followed, through the speculum’s centre and into his slit. Then after it came another, and he had three jagged stones lodged in his hole while that dreadful screwdriver still jutted out of his urethra. He twitched and shivered at how disgusting it felt to have all those filthy things inside him. The pressure of the hard stones was insistent, pushing down on his dick and squeezing his urethra even tighter around the makeshift sounding rod. It was an unpleasant combination, to say the least.

He tried and failed to struggle against the ropes that bound his limbs, and they laughed at his plight. The speculum was still holding his hole gaping open so that everyone could see how ridiculous he looked.

“You look so stupid, you know. With all that gross stuff shoved in you.” One of them snidely remarked, and they all laughed harder.
They just watched him struggle for a moment, enjoying his pain. His humiliation only worsened at how amused they were. It was a strangely beautiful cycle. For better or worse this was one of the most interesting situations he’d ever been in.

But then they started to get bored again, and were hoping to escalate things even further. They muttered amongst themselves about what they could shove in the poor dragon’s slit next and he listened in grim - but also secretly thrilled - anticipation. If they were really about to put him through even worse, he could only let his imagination wander onto all the horrible things they could do to him.

They started removing the stones, then sliding the screwdriver slowly out of his urethra. It was a small moment of relief for him after the speculum was removed, where he could feel his muscles finally relaxing again. His poor, abused slit was able to recuperate even if it was just for a moment. It felt like everything between his legs had gotten painfully sore now, horribly sore and twitching from the torment of his cruel elephant captors.

Still, they didn’t exactly leave him alone. One of them was poking at him with his dirty boot, jabbing him in the side. Another was poking and prodding him to try and make him squirm again, then he started slapping at his slit a little to try and make him hurt more.

“Come on, you're giving up already?” He teased the bound and whimpering creature. “You’re pathetic. Haven’t you got more fight in you?”
A voice called out from across the dimly lit room. “Maybe this will get his blood pumping again.”

Everyone turned and looked as one of the largest elephants approached their captive with a thick, dark plastic bag clutched in his fist. The bag was moving around with whatever was inside it, and it wasn’t quiet either. There was a tell tale buzzing noise that indicated some kind of insects or bugs were flying around in there.

His eyes widened - of all the things he might have been anticipating next, this certainly wasn’t the kind of thing he would have guessed. It was an extreme choice - so far their torture of his slit had already been extreme, but this was taking it to another level.

“Ooh, yeah! You're gonna put it in him now, aren’t you? Show the cocky bastard who’s boss.” One of them jeered in excitement.

The small crowd of elephants who had gathered around quickly dissipated as they made space for the big one. He carefully opened the bag and reached inside. He handled the thing pretty bravely, especially considering the fact that as it was pulled free from the dark plastic it became clear that it was in fact a wasp’s nest. The shape and size of the nest was distinctive and the insects themselves were easy to identify even at a glance.

An entire wasp’s nest? The dragon’s maw dropped open in shock. Not even just bugs, but a whole nest?

Placing one heavy hand on the beaten up slit, he pulled it open with his thumb. The abused orifice easily spread open under the pressure, much to the dragon’s chagrin.

The damage from this was undoubtedly going to be major. This body wouldn’t be able to endure such torture without breaking, and the dragon realised this. He was prepared to deal with it.

He didn’t hesitate much longer. Instead, he got right to shoving it inside. He pushed the nest against his already throbbing entrance and forced it in before letting go and slapping his hand over the slit.

His captive immediately started thrashing around in fear and pain as the insects inside him started to panic. They were frantically buzzing and wriggling around inside the tight space, confused and frenzied. Some of them were stinging in a blind panic, sending sharp jolts of pain through the poor dragon’s lower body. He whined in agony through gritted teeth as the wasps went wild inside him.

“Quick-- Pass me that.” The large elephant gestured to one of the others with a sense of urgency. “Yeah. The tape. Give it here.”

One of his proteges pulled out a wide piece of thick tape and tore it free from the roll before passing it to him, and he immediately slapped the tape down so that it covered the entire slit, smoothing it into place with his fingers.

“Don’t want any of these little guys escaping now, would we?” He laughed sadistically, flicking at the taped up slit with his fingers.

As they realised they were sealed inside they started moving around even more urgently. The dragon wailed as he felt the small creatures squirm and thrash around inside, fighting with his insides with all their strength. He was overwhelmed by the sickening feeling of them, barely able to think about anything besides the sharp pains ringing through his abdomen right now.

A couple of the elephants laughed, though he barely even heard them with how overwhelmed he was.

“Hahah, look at him wriggle around. So pathetic.” One of them teased, poking his hip with his foot. “Not such a tough guy now, are you? Go on, say something.”

But he wasn’t able to focus enough mental energy on speaking - all that came out was meaningless stuttering and panicked moans.
Another one jeered down at him, enjoying the way his face twisted in confused agony. “Stupid little dragon can’t even talk anymore! You get what you deserve. I hate your kind, especially assholes like you.”

He whined pathetically as he felt a few of the wasps getting curious and restless, searching for other routes out of his slit and obviously finding nothing - instead they were wiggling their way under his sore dick and rubbing up against the tender flesh even more, some of them crawling around the head too. He shivered as he felt the buzzing sensation against the underside of his cock, strange and anxiety-inducing.

It was hard to muster the physical strength to keep struggling though, and as he realised that moving too much only further excited the wasps he soon found himself lying motionless instead except for the occasional twitch or shiver, heart pounding and eyes drifting.

One of the elephants got a little impatient. “Hey, come on. He’s giving up already. Let’s see a bit more movement.”

With that, his foot lifted and then pushed harshly against the dragon’s hip. He was moving his hips around purposely to stir the wasps, and it worked. They started buzzing harder and stinging around again, causing the poor dragon to whimper and sob as his hips jerked around reflexively.

“That’s more like it.” The elephant grinned. “You’re not out of the woods just yet. Playing dead isn’t gonna help you.”

Another one of them started pinching him to make him move around more, and much to his embarrassment it worked very well. Soon he was jolting around and stirring the wasps further inside himself, and tears were flowing from his eyes freely. This was the highest threshold of pain he could endure, and it was starting to wear him out very quickly.

The largest elephant stepped forward again after observing his companions’ torment of the dragon. He lifted his own heavy foot high and then brought it down brutally hard, right against the taped-up slit itself.

The others watched, impressed, as he kicked the sensitive, abused slit and the dragon yelped. His already sore genital area was suddenly alive with exquisite pain again, so much so that white flashed before his eyes due to the sheer overload that was happening in his brain. He felt the wasps thrash around harder now, harder than he even thought possible.

They continued to push him around, poke him and kick him repeatedly. With each strike they revelled in his pain and suffering as he cried out incoherently and his movements became less and less energetic over time. It seemed that they were starting to break him.

“You’re breaking already, aren’t you?” One of them observed, looking down at the sickly looking dragon who was panting and whining meekly. “Goes to show who really is the toughest, huh? You really thought you were hot shit. How does it feel to be taken down a peg?”

Another joined in. “He’s no fun anymore. Look, his eyes are getting all vacant. What’s the fun in beating on him if he passes out?”

“Yeah. It was fun while it lasted though, huh.” One of them chuckled, pushing down on the slit with his foot one last time for good measure and enjoying the tortured wail that came from the dragon’s hoarse throat.

They all seemed to be bored of him, now. A couple of them started mumbling amongst themselves, and soon they were gearing up to leave. One of them was collecting up the tools and objects they’d been ‘playing’ with and dealing with them - he disposed of the rocks and the black plastic bag, and put the speculum and screwdriver into its own fresh bag so he could presumably clean them off or throw them out securely. All the dragon knew was that they were probably don’t torturing him now. Even the wasps inside him were starting to calm down a bit, though they were still crawling, wiggling and buzzing around in his throbbing, aching slit.

The gang were all gathering their things and getting ready to leave, and they showed no sign of wanting to untie him or even remove the nest from inside his slit. It seemed they were going to leave him here like this.

It was a shame, but all good things had to come to an end. Now that he’d had his fun basking in the exquisite pain of their genital torture, he was now growing bored and restless just as much as they were. However, he was also feeling mischievous; he was feeling so mischievous in fact, that he decided it was time to give one of these brutes a taste of his own medicine. Specifically, the largest one who had shoved the wasp’s nest inside of him so readily and sadistically. He wanted to see that one suffer in particular.

He activated his magic, and though his mind was shaken up from all the abuse he was still able to focus his supernatural energy into casting the spell he was looking for. He was quite impressed by his own ability to perform under pressure, but then again he was a powerful dragon and they were just brutish elephants.

Directing the spell at the largest elephant body in the room, he started casting and soon he started to feel the bizarre head-rushing sensation of his magic kicking in. A strong energy of confusion and fear was coming from the elephant as he realised he was being forcibly ejected from his own body.
The dragon smirked to himself as he finally was released from his battered and abused vessel, and spiralled into a new body so fast it left his head spinning as he came to. Moving from one body to another left a headrush prickling behind his eyes as his mind adjusted to the new body with some difficulty.

Then he was inside the large, brutish body of the elephant gang’s leader. He felt very strong in this body, but it also had decidedly less magical potential than his previous form. He would miss his old form of course - Still, that was more than made up for by the knowledge of how the elephant was faring right now.
He glanced over his burly shoulder and looked over what used to be his body, seeing those wide eyes dart around in fear and hearing fresh whimpers of distress from what used to be him. It was enjoyable to see his own body in such a state, even from the outside. Knowing that he’d gotten his sweet revenge just added icing to the already delectable cake.

The elephant realised his fate, now trapped in the abused, tortured body he’d just been kicking and stomping a minute ago. He felt every bruise on his tender body and it felt like his entire crotch was on fire. He sobbed as he felt the wasps squirm around inside him. It was such a disgusting feeling it sent a chill through his entire body and made him feel ill. Not only was he stuck in the body of the thing he hated the most, but he was stuck in a mortifying position with white hot pain firing through his nervous system.

But that was no longer the dragon’s problem.

He turned back around and followed the gang, who all huddled around the one they thought was their own leader and headed out of the old building. He fit among them quite well, and not one of them suspected a thing.

And the elephant was left bound and beaten in the abandoned building, knowing there was nobody who would believe him if he even tried to explain who he was. He laid there defeated and miserable as pain pounded through his system relentlessly and he was powerless to do anything about it.
He cursed himself for tying these damn knots so effectively earlier.