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Tirre sat on the bus, squirming slightly in place. She gulped, glancing around at the other travellers. There were a few, although the bus wasn't packed. She had a row of seats to herself but there were still many in earshot. The slightest sound she made would be heard by more than a dozen people, none of them speaking as the bus wound its way through the streets.

The kobold coughed, blushing dully below her scaled skin. The flush was hardly visible beneath her hide, which was already coloured a dull reddish pink, darkening further over her back. Beneath a conservative skirt lay a gleaming steel chastity belt, securely hiding her sex and even tailhole from view. What was making the kobold blush though, was the three toys kept locked away from her, beneath the metal. The first was a small butt plug, just large enough to keep her aware of its presence. The dildo filling her sex was a bigger distraction, still smallish but textured with nubs and protrusions that seemed to target the most sensitive regions of her insides. The most distracting toy though, was a series of rubber nubs that nestled against the kobold's clit, teasing and rubbing with every movement of her hips.

She gulped again, trying to remain as still as possible but failing, squirming as the seated position applied more pressure to the toys inside her. Tirre had been fighting a moan for the entire ride and she'd made a mistake sitting at the back, over the engine; the seat was vibrating beneath her, the feeling transmitted right to her clit and the toys. She coughed again, trying to hold back; a pleasured moan would give her away as easily as anything. It was only the magic of the belt that kept her arousal from leaking out and onto the seat.

There was a woman, an ewe, sitting just in front of Tirre. It was probably nothing but the ewe kept glancing back at her, Tirre stiffening as she continued. What is it? Does she suspect something? Could the ewe smell her perhaps, smell how horny she was? The nerves and anxiety were mixing with the arousal the toys, belt, and today's plans were causing her, making all the emotions harder to control. Her face blushing harder once again, Tirre coughed for the third time.

"Are you all right, dear?" the ewe said, taking a few wobbling steps to sit next to Tirre. The kobold tightened her crossed legs, hiding the belt. The action made the toys sink a little deeper into her body, clit rubbing firmly against those textured nubs.

"Ah...yes, I'm fine," Tirre stammered, blushing harder and avoiding the woman's eyes. "Just a bit of a cough...winter bug...you know..." She waited, tensed, but the ewe seemed to accept that excuse. Tirre's heart was thudding in her chest, sure that she was about to be discovered.

Luckily, the bus pulled up to her stop at that moment. The kobold was on her feet before the brakes had even been applied, moving at once to the exit. The ewe moved hastily to allow her to pass and then Tirre was out of the bus and in the fresh air. No one else got off and she was left alone at the stop, the vehicle pulling away quickly. Relieved to at least be by herself, Tirre leaned against a light post, hand pressing against the belt beneath her shirt. She'd been wearing it for the better part of two days in preparation for now.

Exactly a year ago today, the kobold had hooked up with a dominant for a night of fun. Tirre hadn't expected it to go anywhere but she had been drawn back again and again. Soon she was returning every weekend, sometimes even more, and doing tasks and challenges for her master in between visits. The belt was one of them. She was normally prohibited from orgasming away from her master, but he had decided that he wanted her extra horny for this anniversary of their first night, hence the belt and toys locked beneath it.

The small kobold now allowed herself a moan, squeezing down on the toys locked inside her before looking around. It was only early evening but already beginning to grow dark. Her master's house wasn't too far from here and she hurried as fast as her unsteady legs would take her, eager to get started after a full two days of teasing and denial. The act of walking made everything shift and rub inside her, making Tirre blush as she looked around, moaning quietly again.

There were a few people walking around but Tirre crossed to the other side of the street so that they wouldn't notice anything, arriving at her master's house quickly enough. Not so different from the others in this affluent neighbourhood, it displayed his wealth, but tastefully. The house was large, with three visible stories and many windows, and a well outfitted basement below. Tirre shivered; the basement was the part that she knew best. Stiff-legged, she hopped up the short steps that lead to his door, rapping on it quickly and then stepping back, twisting her fingers in anxious anticipation. It seemed a long few moments before the door opened smoothly. "Lysgoth, hi," she said breathlessly as soon as she saw him.

Lysgoth towered over the small kobold, his horned head almost brushing the ceiling. A wingless dragon, his pale grey and white scales glittered in the light cast from a lamp outside the house. At her greeting, he raised a scaly eyebrow. Tirre blushed again. "Sorry, master," she corrected, and the dragon moved aside to allow her entry. The kobold entered quickly, giving a sigh of relief as she entered the privacy of her master's home and out of the public view.

"You're late," Lysgoth noted, moving to stand in front of her. He flicked a claw towards a door off the main hall, the one that led to the basement. Tirre shivered in anticipation; so. they were to begin right away!

There was another shiver from Tirre as she descended the stairs, hands against the belt at her waist again. If it was possible, her sex was dripping even more with her excitement, Lysgoth right behind her. The basement was brightly lit with warm light. There were many pieces of furniture in the large room, all of them constructed to bind Tirre and keep her exposed in some kind of way. In the past year, she'd spent time on all of them, bound in various positions. Along the walls were racks and cupboards, full of toys and other gear. Of these, Tirre only knew some; even a year wasn't enough to have it all used on her, and Lysgoth kept his collection growing.

"Strip," the dragon said as they reached the bottom of the stairs but he needn't have said anything. The kobold was already removing her clothes quickly, shirt and skirt on the ground, quickly followed by her bra. The soft hide of her chest and breasts seemed even redder as Tirre stood there, naked except for the chastity belt still locked around her hips.

She stood still as Lysgoth walked around her, doing an 'inspection'. That's what she thought of them as, at least; she wasn't sure what he was looking for but obeyed nevertheless. It was part of the fun. As he returned to her front, the dragon reached out to finger an erect nipple, drawing a gasp from Tirre. Her rather short tail twitched as he released the grip, a smile breaking across his face. "And how is my pretty slave?" he asked, tapping a claw against the belt. "Needy, I hope..."

"Very, master," she said, a little breathlessly as the anticipation got to her. She'd only been wearing the belt for two days and she already wanted it off badly, more than anything. Her eyes flicked to follow Lysgoth's hand as he reached into a pocket, taking out a small brass key on a chain. Tirre's nipples hardened further at the sight and her breathing and heart quickened.

The dragon held it teasingly in front of her face, making it swing back and forth slightly. He didn't need words to tease her at this point; the sight of the key to the belt was more arousing than anything else her master could do. So slowly she could hardly believe it, the key lowered, approaching the keyhole below her navel. "Would you like to be free of it?" he said, in a growl that was less of a question and more of a command.

Tirre nodded at once, spreading her legs further and tilting her hips so that the keyhole was more accessible for her master. The key made a small screeching sound as the end trailed over the steel into the depression, slipping deep into the mechanism. Lysgoth made her wait for a few moments, a small hiss of need escaping her nose before he finally turned the key. The arms of the chastity belt, locked around her hips, loosened as the lock disengaged, Lysgoth pulling the contraption off her body.

Tirre moaned and trembled as the toys slid out of her, the vaginal one especially making her squirm. Her wetness coated the dildo and inside of the crotch plate, the lips of her sex glistening and swollen with the enforced arousal of the past two days. Lysgoth made a sound of approval as he spotted, and smelled, her state. "Good," he murmured. "I like it when my slaves are good and wet. Excellent preparation for tonight; I've got something special planned for our one-year anniversary."

The kobold's heart beat faster at that and she nodded. "Special?" she said.

"Special," the dragon confirmed, flicking a claw at a piece of bondage furniture. It was one of Tirre's favourites: a chair that bound her reclining slightly, legs spread, with straps to ensure that she couldn't do more than struggle uselessly. Tail raised to display her hot sex, Tirre clambered onto the chair excitedly. Her arms found small depressions in the arms of the chair and Lysgoth moved, strapping her down securely. The kobold tugged on each limb as it was bound, revelling in the feeling of helplessness that filled her as her master made her squirms into tiny wriggles and flexes.

That done, Lysgoth moved to one of the racks on the wall, perusing the selection of gags and muzzles that was available. He settled quickly on a cock gag, not too long, with a muzzle built in to make sure her mouth stayed closed tightly around it. It was one Tirre had had countless times before and her mouth was open to admit it even before Lysgoth brought it to her lips. "Good girl," he said, quickly buckling the straps around the kobold's short, blunt muzzle. The familiar shape of the fake cock filled her mouth, large enough to gag her but not so much that it was uncomfortable. She suckled idly on it, tongue slithering along the bottom in the way that her master liked very much.

"I've been thinking of a way to make this special for some time," he said, walking over to another cabinet. Tirre's sex quivered; that one held a large selection of toys. "I've come up with something rather special but first..."

He came back with a butt plug and vibrator in his hands. The butt plug was the biggest she was comfortable with taking; Tirre didn't like anal all that much, and an actual cock was far more than she was willing to try. She'd said that to Lysgoth and he hadn't pushed on that point but he kept her tailhole plugged frequently. He lubed up the plug then pushed it into Tirre's ass slowly, although her tailhole was already pretty loose after the toy before. She moaned muffledly through the gag as her ass closed around the narrow neck of the plug, the kobold squeezing down on the larger toy.

The vibrator that he had was also one of Tirre's favourites: a thick, ridged toy with a prong that would grind wonderfully against her clit. Lysgoth pulled up a stool, sitting beside the chair, between her legs. Tirre waited, tensed, squeezing down on the butt plug as Lysgoth smiled. He set the tip of the dildo against her sex, turning it on. Teased by the belt for what felt like a year, the kobold arched as the toy buzzed between her legs.

More than wet enough, Lysgoth pushed it into her easily, Tirre moaning as she was filled again. The kobold relaxed into the chair, pulling at the straps just to feel them as the pleasure ran through her. Slowly, the dragon worked the vibrator deeper into her until the prong pressed against her clit, the vibrations extra strong in such a sensitive area. She gasped, hips bucking upwards towards the vibrator only to be stopped by a strap. She could only twitch her crotch up a little bit. The kobold's tail tugged at its straps but Lysgoth pulled the vibrator out, taking away the stimulation from her clit.

Tirre gave a small squeal as her clit was left with nothing but the toy was still thrusting slowly into her pussy. Lysgoth smiled, reaching up to pinch a nipple as he pistoned the toy in and out in a steady pace. "I've quite enjoyed our times here," he said. The kobold gave a moan as pain flared in her breast, mixing with the sensations coming from between her thighs. "And today is the one-year anniversary," he continued, giving a couple of firmer, faster pumps of the dildo to mark the words.

The female groaned at that, feeling her excess arousal run down along the toy and onto the seat, filling the air with the scent. "As I said, slave, I thought very hard on how exactly to mark this time," Lysgoth smiled. He slowed down even more, Tirre moaning in protest as the thrusts slowed to a crawl; she'd been pretty close to an orgasm. Her pussy clenched down on the vibrator, feeling it hum along her sensitive walls. "And I've come to the conclusion that we need...more."

The kobold nodded vaguely, too focused on what was going on with the toy. "I think that this has been a fun game between us," Lysgoth continued, going even slower now. "But that's all it has been: a game. You come here a couple of times a week and act the slave for a few hours. But after tonight, that won't be the case. I think it is time, my sweet kobold, that you move in here permanently and be my proper slave, without the breaks."

At that, Tirre froze, looking into Lysgoth's face with her arousal temporarily forgotten. Stay here, full time? These nights were fun, and the best release she'd ever had, but she had her own life. Tirre wanted to live it, not spend it as a slave; Lysgoth was right when he said that it was a game to her. A fun game that she loved to play but a game nevertheless. Giving a negative grunt, she shook her head slowly. No, that was not something that she wanted to do.

"No?" Lysgoth said, pumping the vibrator into her quickly a couple of times. The sudden return of pleasure made the kobold try and arch into it again. "You don't want to be mine? Well, that's a pity, I must admit," the dragon continued, a slight growl to the words. "I was hoping for a different answer." Tirre made another moan as the buzzing reached her clit again but made the negative grunt again. A disappointed, even annoyed, expression flitted across his face.

"Hm," he growled quietly, squeezing her breast again. "What if that didn't matter?" There was a glint in the dragon's eyes now, something that Tirre hadn't seen when they'd played together before. "You're here, now, and helpless. You couldn't get free if you wanted; I could just keep you..."

This was quickly making Tirre uncomfortable, regardless of the vibrator between her legs. The arousal and pleasure that she was feeling was quickly being overshadowed by anxiety. Lysgoth was getting a little too intense for her; he'd never acted like this before. Keep me?

Taking a deep breath, Tirre hummed a quick, four-note tune: the safeword that they had agreed on for when she was gagged. At that, Lysgoth paused, leaving only the tip of the vibrator inside her. Tirre waited for him to promptly remove all of the straps and let her up. Instead, he thrust the vibrator deep into her, turning it onto full power. The kobold couldn't help but arch as her clit was suddenly assaulted with the humming, surprise and shock mixing with the pleasure.

"Pity," Lysgoth sighed, pinching a nipple and rolling it between two claws, making the kobold moan and squirm more. She was in a mild state of shock.He ignored the safeword, she thought numbly, utterly lost on what to do now. Tirre began to struggle in earnest, for the first time trying to actually escape. Whether for play or for real though, the straps on the chair remained inescapable. She shuddered, those thought temporarily driven from her mind as the vibrator buzzed and worked away inside her.

"I was hoping that you'd be more open to the idea," the dragon mused. He patted her thigh. "If you cum, I'll consider that...binding agreement, shall we say? Seal this contract with a climax."

Tirre moaned, shaking her head desperately even as her hips tried to buck, sex squeezing spasmodically down on the length inside her. Not cum? That was getting more difficult by the second! How was she supposed to not climax, with the high-powered vibrator in her sex and on her clit? The kobold tried to thrash around, doing whatever she could to delay the orgasm that was building inside her, doing anything that would loosen the straps binding her to the chair.

Nothing worked and the pressure in her lower belly grew and grew. Helpless, as Lysgoth watched, Tirre howled muffledly through the fake cock in her muzzle, muscles going taut as the vibrator pulled a very unwanted orgasm from her. Her pussy seized down on the hard length, milking it firmly as it kept vibrating, forcing the kobold to keep cumming. The oversensitivity of her clit made her howl louder as it dragged on and then the toy was being pulled from her, giving the kobold blessed relief as the orgasm finally ended, leaving Tirre gasping through her nose, limbs trembling.

"Good girl!" Lysgoth said, patting her thigh and setting the soaked toy to one side. "It seems that you really do want to be a slave for me!" The dragon laughed, putting a hand between her legs. Still so sensitive, Tirre jumped, though it was more of a twitch in the bondage. "I have a gift to mark this occasion as well; not every day that you agree to be a sex slave."

That jolted Tirre out of her post-orgasm haze. Was he serious? He ignored safeword and he still hadn't let her go. The kobold began to struggle again, pulling arms, legs, torso, and tail against the straps, straining her muscles as powerfully as she could. The straps on the chair didn't even creak, let alone give. She was well and truly in trouble now.

Lysgoth returned, a silver collar in his hands. Tirre looked at it, confused. She'd worn collars before, as part of the fun with the dragon, so why was this one special? He opened it, splitting it in half to reveal the inner side of the collar. There were glowing circuits on the inside, complex electronics visible. "My gift, for you," Lysgoth said, a little proudly. "It was quite expensive, but my slave will get nothing less." He moved forwards with it.

Tirre tried to move away, instinctively not wanting it around her neck, but there was nothing that she could do. Lysgoth easily snapped it in place. The kobold yelped through the gag; the metal shocked her soft hide as it touched her, the collar seating itself around her neck, perfectly sized for her. It wasn't uncomfortable but it was a constant weight.

"Collar, activate," Lysgoth commanded, stepping back. Tirre froze, but not by choice. Numbness had shot through her body, making it impossible to do anything. It even moved across her face, making her eyes close and jaws slacken around the gag. It passed as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the kobold looking at Lysgoth in confusion.

The dragon chuckled but said nothing, only moving to undo her bondage. Relief flitted through Tirre; had this all been an elaborate joke? "Stay still," he said, slowly removing all of the straps. Tirre gave another sigh, moving to rub at her arms. The kobold's heart froze; her arms wouldn't move. Her legs and tail were equally paralysed. Tirre's eyes widened and she made a confused sound through the gag, trying to move more urgently.

Lysgoth laughed. "Can't move? Sit up." Smoothly, Tirre did so. At least, her body did. Now more scared than ever, she moaned urgently through the gag. "Quiet," Lysgoth growled and just like that, Tirre couldn't make a sound. A wide smile split Lysgoth's muzzle. "A control collar," he said, like that explained everything. "How it works is complex and hardly worth explaining, but suffice to say--" He squeezed a breast firmly, almost hard enough to bruise her soft hide. "--you are under my control. Whether you accept that you're a slave or not, you will obey."

What is happening? Tirre's heart was beating fast in her chest. Any commands that she was sending her limbs didn't seem to be working, her eyes flicking, panicked, over Lysgoth and the room. Apparently unconcerned, Lysgoth stripped off his clothes, scales bare as he rand his hands over her body. One reached up, undoing the muzzle and pulling out the saliva-slickened gag. For the first time ever, Tirre considered biting him. Her teeth were small and razor sharp, but her head wouldn't move from its position.

Now unhidden from his clothes, the dragon's cock was visible and fully erect. Against the pale scales of his belly, his length was a sharp contrast with its midnight black colour. Tirre's eyes flicked to it. Lysgoth was perhaps two feet taller than she was and bigger in other ways. Every time she saw him, his length seemed larger than she remembered, with a knot at the bottom. She still hadn't managed to take that but the kobold didn't like the look in his eyes; she might not have a choice. There was a quiet growl as he reached down between her legs, running his fingers over her wet sex.

"Moan if you want, but no talking," Lysgoth said and the inability to make a sound suddenly lifted. A quiet groan left Tirre involuntarily as he pushed two fingers into her pussy, feeling her body squeeze them automatically. He was breathing rather heavily, a line of precum running down his length. Normally, he would have made her use her mouth to get him ready but there was no need for that this time, not when he was already horny from her collaring.

"Today you take the knot," he growled in her ear, Tirre's eyes widening at the words. She gave a moan of worry then but Lysgoth was already moving. "Turn around." The command reached the collar and she acted, hopping off of the chair and turning, moving her short tail to the side to show her wet sex. She blushed, not knowing if that was the collar's doing or her own instinctive response, but once raised, it refused to lower.

"Excellent," the dragon murmured, giving her ass a squeeze. Tirre's heart was beating rapidly again. She couldn't take the knot, could she? It was bigger than her fist! The idea of taking his entire cock in her pussy made her chest thump with nervousness. He didn't want to wait though, moving up behind her, running his hands over her hips and ass. He gave an appreciative sound, and the kobold heard him move again, gasping as the warm, firm tip of his pointed cock pressed against her folds. "Make this easier," he murmured dismissively, then pulled the plug from her ass with a sharp tug, the toy popping free with a gasp from Tirre.

Lysgoth wasted no time, pushing slowly into her. The kobold couldn't help a moan as she was spread wide, the familiar shape of the cock entering her pussy. He moved a little faster than usual, barely able to contain himself. The ridges rubbed against her folds, making her gasp as each one popped into her. Already, they were approaching the limit that she could comfortably take, and what she had taken each time before.

Her tight sex squeezed down as Lysgoth finally slowed down, letting Tirre adjust to him. The dragon squeezed her ass again, moaning himself at the hot, tight pussy that was currently squeezing his cock. The bulge at his base was still a fair way from her entrance though, and he was determined to knot her this time, now that she was finally his.

The dragon pulled began to pull out, the ridges on his cock making Tirre moan and clench again, panting herself. They seemed to saw across her clit in this position, making the kobold jump and her hips twitch towards him. "Nnggh," she moaned, shaking her head slightly. She couldn't stop the pleasure strumming through her in time with the strokes. She'd been trained to cum just from this in the past year and now that she didn't want it, she couldn't stop herself from reacting.

Lysgoth smiled to himself, growling out a pleasured sound as he thrust into her again, this time even deeper. The knot got closer and closer to her folds, more moans involuntarily leaving Tirre. Her walls spread uncomfortably, wrapping tightly around his length. The dragon grabbed her hips, claws digging into her for grip, as he pushed deeper into her still. His cock was thickest at the base, just before the knot. Her pussy stretched in a taut circle around this part of his length, wetness forced out by the tightness.

"Almost there," he growled in her ear, the kobold closing her eyes and letting out a soft groan. She couldn't move away but the kobold was rapidly losing the ability to think of anything but her pussy, how deep he was going into her, how wide he was making her spread. Tirre moaned again, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

The dragon felt the nearness of an approaching orgasm but held back, wanting to make good on his promise to knot her. He thrust hard into her again, making her pussy yield around him. The knot pressed against her folds, her entrance looking like it wouldn't be able to stretch any more. At the end of the thrust, Tirre cried out, his pointed tip hitting the end of her tunnel with a fair bit of force. The kobold jerked, but it happened again a moment later, a long moan leaving her muzzle.

Lysgoth withdrew until only his tip was inside her, pausing for a heartbeat. Almost instinctively, Tirre hitched her breath, knowing what was coming. Lysgoth thrust his cock forwards, Tirre crying out for the second time. The knot slammed against her folds and slowed. The kobold threw her head back, muzzle opened silently as the knot sunk inside her, almost slowly. The silence turned to a howl as her entrance stretched around the widest part, and then it was inside her, tying them firmly together.

The sensation of her walls being spread so far apart was too much for Tirre. She came explosively, trembling all over as waves of pleasure ran up and down her body, wiping everything else away. The tip of his cock was jammed tightly against her cervix and thick seed erupted from it. With the knot, there was nowhere else for it to go but her womb, rushing into it in long spurts. The kobold's orgasm only brought more, her sex milking him.

Tirre slumped on the chair, panting hard. There was an ache in her pussy, especially where she was taut around the knot. Lysgoth gave a small, growling laugh, giving a small tug with his hips. She moaned, having to follow the movement and winced as it made her sex twinge. It felt like there was a basketball in her pussy and she dare not move on her own, trying to keep her ass as still as possible. The kobold felt exhausted after the fuck and had no problem simply panting.

"That was excellent, slave," Lysgoth purred into her ear, giving another rolling tug. "Soon we'll have you taking my knot much more easily...perhaps even in your ass."

He laughed at the shocked, fearful expression on her face.

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Tirre held the tray with both hands, placing it down on the table in front of Lysgoth. Her hand jumped up automatically to finger the collar as her mouth began to speak on its own. "Here you are, master," she said in a soft voice, words dripping with forced politeness as she smiled at the dragon.

"Good slave," Lysgoth said, giving her ass a rewarding grope. Tirre wanted to hiss at him, but the sound stopped in her throat, silenced by the collar before it could be heard. It had only been a week since he'd had the collar put on her but she hadn't found a way to even disobey a single command that Lysgoth had given her. Worse, there were commands that stayed in effect. She was not to leave the house without permission, to never put on clothes, to always be polite and so forth. The only times the collar was deactivated was when she was bound. Then Tirre was free to struggle and moan, usually gagged, but at least under her own control.

Now wasn't one of those times though. She had prepared dinner for Lysgoth, as she did every night. The butt plug was seated in her ass again, larger again than normal. Her master said it was to stretch her out, make taking her in the ass easier, but it was uncomfortable in the meantime. As he began to eat, the collar forced her to do another ingrained command. Smoothly, Tirre got to her knees, crawling beneath the table. As it usually was at home, his cock was free. Tirre sealed the end of her muzzle around his tip, licking firmly as she began to take his length into her mouth. She had been made to take his knot in her pussy a couple more times; luckily, he hadn't attempted to do the same with her tailhole yet.

There was a grunt of approval from the dragon as he began to eat, Tirre giving him oral at the same time. It didn't take much for his cock to get fully hard, the kobold struggling to get even half in her short muzzle. Luckily, this was all the command seemed to require, with Tirre licking from knot to tip and sucking firmly on what she could fit in her mouth. She entertained the dragon like that as he ate, not stopping until he sat back with a sigh and looked down at her.

"I've been thinking of a way to celebrate your first week as a slave," he said. Tirre's eyes flicked up to him but she was unable to stop sucking. Lysgoth's tail flicked and moved forwards, the blunt tip finding her sex and pushing inside a couple of inches. The kobold jerked and moaned, the sound muffled by the cock in her mouth. "Have you been enjoying yourself?"

That was another one of the commands that he had set down. Tirre broke contact with his cock long enough to nod and say a chirpy, "Yes, master!" and then her mouth was on his length again.

Lysgoth laughed. "Good girl," he repeated, putting a hand on her head. "I thought we'd...go out tonight. I've been keeping you to myself for the past week; that's been very selfish of me."

Tirre could give no outward signs of alarm but inwardly, she was hanging on every word. Were there going to be other people? Seeing her like this? He wouldn't do that! That had always been one of her limits when they'd played before; no other people except for Lysgoth. Not like he's paid much respect towards my wishes, she thought glumly. Whatever he decided, there wasn't all that much that she could do to resist. Lysgoth smiled, showing off teeth. "Any questions?"

Allowed by the collar to answer, Tirre stopped sucking long enough to say, "When do we leave, master?" The last word made her wince slightly, but it was required.

His smile grew wider still. "Why, as soon as you've finished your meal." At that, Tirre moved her head forwards, struggling to take more into her mouth. His tip poked into her throat and she coughed, gagging and withdrawing slightly. Her hands came into play, stroking his cock and squeezing the knot, feeling it growing beneath her fingers as he neared an orgasm. She stroked and sucked skilfully, using her tongue to curl around the head.

A hand came down on the back of her head, forcing her down as far as Tirre could go, keeping her there as his cock began to pulse. With a moan of pleasure, Lysgoth's knot inflated the rest of the way as spurts of thick seed went down her throat. Tirre twitched, forced to hold her position as more cum shot into her belly. As his orgasm ended, the dragon pulled back, the last few spurts filling her mouth so that the salty taste covered her tongue. She'd never minded it until the collar was around her neck; now she couldn't stand it. The kobold wasn't allowed to spit it out though.

As Lysgoth pulled out of her mouth, she swallowed the seed in her mouth, licking the tip of his cock clean as he did so. "Good girl," Lysgoth sighed as Tirre leaned forwards to lick him clean. "Once you're done, go downstairs and get a leash. You won't need anything else where we are going." He pushed the chair back, getting up and leaving to change. Tirre crawled out from under the table, sighing to herself as she headed to the basement. As long as she didn't resist the commands, it felt perfectly natural. The forced movements were almost indistinguishable from her own, unless she tried to disobey.

The basement was still filled with all of Lysgoth's toys and equipment, even more of which Tirre was now acquainted with. Spending days here as well as nights had let Lysgoth try even more new things. She headed straight over the shelf that held the leashes, looking over them for as long as she dared. Eventually she chose a simple black one, clipping it to the front of her collar as she returned to the ground floor. Lysgoth was already there, having dressed quickly in suit. What kind of place are we going to?

Without a word, Lysgoth took the offered leash. One of the permanent commands was that she was never to resist the pull and so Tirre walked very unwillingly towards the front door. This was the first time that she'd left the house naked... She wanted to pull on the leash, refuse to go outside but it was impossible. Lysgoth didn't even have to tug as she was taken outside, nipples hardening as the cool air played across her hide.

Anyone could see the naked kobold; all they had to do was look out of their windows. Lysgoth didn't seem concerned with his neighbours seeing her nudity, leading Tirre to his car and opening the passenger door. "Sit," he said, tying the leash to the inside of the door. Tirre sat in the chair, Lysgoth getting in next to her. She squirmed slightly, feeling her naked body rubbing against the leather seats with a blush on her face. The car started with a quiet rumble and he pulled out onto the street, not saying a word.

The blush stayed with Tirre for the entire drive. Her tits were clearly exposed to everyone that drove past and the kobold saw more than a few double-takes in other vehicles. She didn't speak and didn't move as they drove. Lysgoth ignored her, occasionally smiling to himself as he also spotted someone staring at his slave. Tirre didn't pay much attention to where they were going, too stuck in the humiliating travel, but looked up as the car stopped.

Lysgoth had parked them in front of a building. It looked nice, in an affluent part of the neighbourhood and was quite large, with four floors. There were no markings or signs on it, but it looked well off. Lysgoth got out, opening Tirre's door a moment later and taking up her leash again. She didn't need an order to hop off the seat, following silently as the dragon led his slave across the street. "Know what this place is?" he breathed quietly into her ear. They were at the door, Lysgoth pushing it open, when he finished, "It's a brothel."

The doors slid shut behind them and they were in a small lobby area, a receptionist desk off to one side. Behind it was a naked vixen, a collar around her neck just like Tirre. Unlike the kobold though, the vixen's collar was gold and just a simple circle. The vulpine stood, hurrying out in front of the desk. "Greetings, sir," she said, glancing at Tirre but not mentioning her.

"I am Lysgoth," the dragon said briskly. "I called earlier about some arrangements."

At that, the vixen turned to Tirre, looking her up and down. "I remember, sir. If you head through to the main room, they'll get your slave ready."

Lysgoth nodded, saying nothing more to the naked vixen as he led Tirre towards the other pair of doors at the opposite end. They opened automatically at their approach and Tirre jumped. The doors had some kind of soundproofing because the sounds she heard were not audible in the hall. The hum of speech that came out was punctuated with moans, yelps, howls, and the other sounds of pleasure that accompanied an orgy. The room beyond was two storeys tall, with a balcony ringing it halfway up, doors ringing this second floor. At the end of the room was a stage, a thick red curtain covering whatever may be on it with a short stair at either end.

There were many people in this room, sitting at small round tables or on couches scattered around. There were cries and moans all around as scenes of sex and bondage played out in front of Tirre, the kobold a little amazed. There were a few dozen people, some clothed and many not, with a mixture of males and females. Naked people of both genders were wearing the golden collars, the marking of the brothel, and scenes of open sex moved all around.

Next to a table of people chatting, a dragoness had her ass in the air, collar glinting as a patron without a collar thrust slowly into her tailhole. Besides that, a man and a woman were talking on the couch, each with another collared 'slave' between their legs, licking and sucking. Lysgoth leaned in besides Tirre again. "Some of them work for the house," he said in a low voice. "Others, like you, are brought by their masters or mistresses for a night, or even longer. Some use it to look after their slaves while travelling." Tirre stiffened as his hand trailed down her ass to slip a finger into her sex. "Perhaps I'll leave you here for a week or two, next time I'm out of the city."

He began to walk forwards, Tirre helplessly following along. "Smile when they come," he muttered.

Who? The question was answered almost at once. A panther, impeccably dressed, came over, a collared girl at his side. "Mr Lysgoth," he greeted. "I received your message earlier. How are you? And such a fine slave at your side too..."

At her mention, Tirre's face broke in a wide smile, the opposite of what she wanted. She was forbidden to give any indication that she was an unwilling slave, but being forced to smile was yet another humiliation. "I'm well, thank you," Lysgoth smiled, shaking the panther's hand. "My slave has been looking forwards to tonight. Haven't you?"

Tirre wanted to punch him in the face but was unable to stop herself from nodding. "Yes, master," she said enthusiastically, nodding with the smile still all over her face. "For ages!"

The panther laughed. "Excellent! We're almost ready for the show, if you'd like to enjoy the attractions for a little."

Lysgoth smiled. "Thank you. Perhaps we will have some fun while waiting." He gave tug on the leash and Tirre jumped, moving past the panther. She gave a small yelp as the panther gave her a sharp pinch on her ass. The kobold twitched but couldn't turn, trotting after Lysgoth as he moved to an empty couch, one with a view of the empty stage, curtain rippling as if someone was moving behind it. The dragon sat on the couch, Tirre automatically kneeling beside him on the floor.

He put his hand on her head, petting her as he would an animal. "You!" he said, pointing at a feline girl with one of the golden collars.

The feline turned, smiling. "Yes, sir?"

He leaned in close to Tirre. "Spread your legs," he murmured to her, and then louder to the feline, "Why don't you come and tend to my own slave while we wait?"

The cat girl smiled and dropped to her hands and knees, smiling slyly at Tirre as she crawled forwards. Tirre looked to Lysgoth, a whine in her throat but Lysgoth just smiled as the feline lowered her head, soft furred ass in the air. The kobold gasped as the cat's tongue began to stroke over her folds, squirming in place but unable to pull away or close her legs. She moaned as the slightly-rough tongue moved over her clit, exposed at the top of her pussy, the feline's tail swaying back and forth.

"Don't let her cum now," Lysgoth said, chuckling as he watched. "I just want her wet."

The cat gave an affirmative purr, drawing a long, shuddering moan from Tirre as she felt the vibrations. The feline was soft, tender almost, and her tongue skilled. She squirmed on the ground, angling her hips to give the feline more access. The other slave moved her hand forward, slipping a finger into her. Tirre moaned again, the sound almost lost in the other cries of pleasure around them.

Tirre was aroused and wet soon enough, the tongue giving long, slow strokes over her folds. She was starting to enjoy it, losing herself in the pleasure. It was a gentler feeling that what she felt when her master fucked her, one she could enjoy more willingly. The cat nibbled gently at her sex, rough tongue moving languidly when Lysgoth said, "All right, that's enough."

The feline pulled away immediately, leaving Tirre missing the pleasure at once. She opened her mouth, about to let out a whine and ask for more, when she remembered where she was and shut her muzzle again. Lysgoth laughed, pulling the cat away, gentler with her. "If you want more, just ask," he said tauntingly.

Tirre looked resolutely at him but said nothing. "No?" he said. "Well, guess I'll have to enjoy it myself..." The cat smiled as he freed his cock from his pants, leaning in to lap at it. Lysgoth smiled, leaning back with a sigh under her ministrations. Even collared, an unwilling slave that couldn't even move, Tirre had to suppress a flicker of jealousy as the feline took the dragon's cock into her mouth. She'd never been too into sharing.

With a huff, she looked away, only to jump a moment later as something blunt poked against her sex. With no one watching, she was able to glare at Lysgoth as he slowly pushed the last few inches of his tail into her pussy. She suppressed a moan, feeling the increasing thickness spread her entrance wider. The tip wriggled around inside her.

Meanwhile, the cat skilfully lowered her muzzle until the tip pressed into her throat, continuing and deep-throating him easily. "Perhaps we should take her home for a few days," he chuckled, idly thrusting his tail into the kobold. "She could teach you a few things, if you don't learn tonight." He glanced towards the stage and pushed at the cat's head. She left his cock, licking at the tip as she stood. "Another time," he said and stood. Tirre gave a groan as the tail jabbed deep into her, applying pressure.

She scrambled to her feet, the force from the tail easing. The leash hung unused between her breasts, Lysgoth using the tail shoved up inside her to pull her along as he walked through the room. Tirre scrambled after, not even needing the collar to move. The kobold had to rise to her toes as he pushed upwards, tip against her cervix. She was willingly keeping up for this.

The dragon took her over to the side of the stage where the panther was waiting. The male feline raised an eyebrow. "That's new," he said, nodding to Lysgoth's tail. The dragon grinned and wriggled the tip inside his slave. Tirre moaned, hands going to grab the tail between her legs but stopping just before she touched it. The panther smiled and waved a hand up the stage, behind the curtain.

Lysgoth nodded and walked up them, Tirre following helplessly behind. This time as she passed the panther, he gave her ass a firm grope, snickering as he moved off. She gasped but the tail was more important than a grope at the moment. She walked stiffly up the stairs, moving behind the curtain. The sounds of sex and chatter became muffled almost at once as the dragon led her to the centre of the stage. Sitting there was something resembling a set of stocks.

There were two main pieces. The one in the front had holes for the wrists and neck, while the one in the back had a single hole in the centre, for the prisoner's hips. When someone was inside it, they would be forced to bend over, their head and rump at waist level: perfect for use. They'd also be side-on for the audience, putting on a show.

Lysgoth opened both sets of stocks. "Get in," he said, smiling widely. His tail stayed inside her but the collar removed any choice. The kobold smoothly bent over, placing her hips into the back stocks and her neck and wrists into the other. They were padded and surprisingly comfortable. But as the other halves of the stocks came down, she was trapped in place, the padded circles snug around her. As she was allowed to do, she squirmed, testing the limits of the bondage.

"Very nice," he said, tweaking an exposed nipple. "Just so you know what will happen, I've 'volunteered' you for the brothel's entertainment tonight. Your ass and muzzle are free for anyone to use. Your pussy will remain mine though." To highlight the point, his tail thrust into her sex a couple of times, then pulled out, the slick tip pressing against her tailhole instead. "Once the night is done, maybe we'll see if your ass can take my knot," he purred in her ear, "but in the meantime, you'll accept everyone that comes to you tonight, completely."

The collar tingled around her neck at the order and Tirre's mouth said the words, "Yes, master." She tried to bite them back but failed, as usual. Lysgoth laughed and withdrew his tail, patting her head as he waved to someone behind her. After a moment, the curtain began to slide back, exposing the stage to the crowd. A hush fell over them as they eagerly turned to see the night's attraction.

"Welcome!" the panther said, striding out onto the stage. "Tonight, we have a special guest. A patron of our establishment, Lysgoth, has donated his personal slave for anyone's use."

"Her pussy is off limits," Lysgoth said loudly, "but her muzzle and ass are not." He smiled, looking slyly at the kobold. "She's an anal virgin, but she's very excited about tonight."

Tirre glared at him, everyone else too far away to see, but there was nothing the female kobold could do. Lysgoth moved over to her muzzle as the panther said, "Come on up!"

Tirre found her mouth falling open as Lysgoth approached, cock out. She gave a whine that was quickly cut off as the dragon thrust into her mouth. She jerked, pulling instinctively back but the stocks held firm. He didn't go slowly, instead pushing into her throat right away, shoving forwards until his knot was against her lips. Tirre was unable to do anything as he pushed much further than she would allow on her own. Automatically, her tongue moved around his shaft, doing her best to suckle on the dragon.

He pulled back and she gasped in air quickly in the time between thrusts, and then he was in her throat again. Tirre squeezed her eyes shut, controlling her gag reflex, but barely. He was in deep in her muzzle as he could go, her throat squeezing his length tightly. So when something touched her tailhole, her jerk and whispered moan went unnoticed. Someone pressed a finger, slick with lube, into her ass, spreading the lubricant around her. Tirre's hips squirmed but couldn't get away as the finger left, and then came back a moment later with more lube.

Lysgoth laughed, thrusting slowly into her muzzle as the finger at her ass was replaced with two. She let out another whispered groan, tailhole squeezing tightly around the two digits as they pushed inside her. There was a laugh from the person doing it as her tail squirmed, a hand grabbing it and pushing it firmly to one side. Something was tightened around it, keeping it there, as the fingers sunk knuckle deep into Tirre's body. They wriggled around inside her, the male spreading them to force her ass open wider as he withdrew. Tirre was distracted as Lysgoth thrust into her muzzle again but the male behind her continued to play with her tailhole, forcing it wider and adding more lube to it. She squirmed in the stocks, then froze as something larger pressed against her. A blunt, warm tip nudged against her tailhole, Tirre's tail yanking futilely at the strap keeping it away.

The kobold looked up at Lysgoth desperately but he was in no mood to stop it or help. The dragon smiled down at her, eyes on her face, as the unseen male thrust into her, claiming her tailhole for the first time. Her tail lashed uselessly as the tight ring of muscle yielded and he pushed slowly into her. Tirre groaned, her ass clenching. It felt much bigger than the plugs she'd had back there before, reaching deep into the kobold and filling her more completely. The warmup with the fingers wasn't much help. She couldn't tell what species the male was, but there was fur against her ass and there was a distinct canine feel to the length inside her. Her ass twinged and spasmed as it was forced open

This male was much less gentle than Lysgoth was being. The moans grew from behind her as he set up a wild, frantic pace, rocking the kobold forwards slightly. She groaned, trying to keep her tailhole relaxed as she was fucked but she couldn't help tensing a little. Lysgoth growled, tensing as he thrust into her throat again, jamming his knot against her lips. His shaft pulsed, seed spurting directly down her throat. Surprised, Tirre had to swallow around his shaft. He pulled out, leaving the last few pulses of cum across her tongue. The kobold coughed, saliva and seed dripping from her muzzle as she breathed.

The male in her ass grunted and thrust deep again, shuddering to a halt. Tirre felt the warm spurts inside her ass, moaning and tightening down on his shaft automatically. Her face burned but her sex was dripping right below, traitorously wanting a cock of its own. "Enjoy yourself," Lysgoth whispered, leaning down so that only she could hear. She fervently hoped that the collar wouldn't somehow interpret that as an order.

The dragon walked off, leaving her alone on the stage. She was about to call out, ask for him to stay. Even Lysgoth was better than some random strangers fucking her, but as soon as he left, someone placing a cock at her lips. She looked up, seeing a tall deer. He had to bend his knees a little to use her muzzle but, as per the command, she could do nothing but open her mouth, licking. A large rack of antlers towered over her as he looked down, grinning. This cock wasn't as thick but it was as long, pushing a fair way down her throat. Resigned, she accepted it with minimal resistance, gagging only a little. The taste of this male mixed with that of Lysgoth's cum.

Trapped looking forwards, she couldn't see anything happening behind her and so the kobold jumped again as someone slapped her ass. She gave a muffled yelp, hide stinging, but the male pressed against her tailhole, pushing in quickly. She groaned; he was much bigger than the male she'd had before, and he didn't seem interested in allowing her to adjust. Her tailhole ached at being spread so far so quickly.

Luckily, the cum from the last guy helped make it easier, the thick length sinking into her. The male in her mouth exploded as well, this one giving an additional humiliation. He pulled out, cumming over the scales of her face, scent marking her. Shocked, she instinctively licked her lips, tasting his cum as well. The male behind her began to take her ass slowly, thrusting in long strokes. A large paw came down on her rump with a loud smack, making her yelp and making the soft hide there sting. Was he a bear? There was an ursine feel to the length inside her but it was impossible to know for sure. Tirre panted, free to do so with her muzzle for a few seconds.

There was a louder cheer from crowd, no doubt something bad for Tirre. The slow cock in her ass continued to thrust but there were heavy steps in front of her. There was a mare walking across the stage towards her except...not a mare. The kobold's eyes widened as she saw the heavy length swinging between the equine's legs. But she had breasts and she smelled like female arousal. The equine smiled and straddled the kobold's muzzle.

To Tirre's surprise there were folds just behind the mare's balls, slick and wet. She was a herm? Apparently, licking her was part of Lysgoth's commands because Tirre's tongue flicked out, dragging over the mare's clit. Her folds flexed oddly as the equine winked her sex. "That's it, bitch," the mare crooned, shoving her muzzle further behind her balls as her shaft began to harden. Tirre moaned as she licked, pushing her tongue into the horse's tunnel as her own ass was thrust into.

The taste of the mare's arousal filled her mouth, her muscles clenching around Tirre's tongue before the equine pulled away. Her cock was hard now, bigger than Tirre could imagine. The small kobold could only open her mouth as the mare pressed her tip against her lips. Although fervently thankful that this stallion-sized cock wasn't going beneath her tail, she didn't think that she'd be able to take it in her muzzle either.

Giving a slight groan as the length in her ass continued to saw in and out, Tirre watched and felt as the mare slowly thrust into her muzzle. The heavy length moved past her lips in a second, her mouth filled, and then began to push into her throat. Suppressing her gag reflex, Tirre had to stretch her jaws wider and wider as the cock grew bigger towards the base. Meanwhile, it was pushing deep into her throat, way further than even Lysgoth had gone before. She was only just in control of her gagging, tears in her eyes as she suppressed the impulse.

The kobold jerked and pulled at the stocks, trying to withdraw reaching the limit of comfort quickly. She could feel her throat bulging out. Anyone watching was clearly able to see the outline of the mare's cock in Tirre's neck as the kobold's nose finally touched her sheath, almost all of the length bulging in her throat. Her lungs were burning now, Tirre unable to breathe. The mare smiled, staying still for a second just to tease the kobold, then she dragged her cock back out. As soon as her airway was clear, Tirre coughed, gasping in air to fill her lungs.

She wasn't given long to recover though as the mare pushed deep into her again. At the same time, another sharp spank brought her attention back to her ass, the male there speeding up. She was rocked back and forth slightly between the two, stocks creaking as Tirre was filled from both ends. The thick length rammed down her throat, the mare moaning as she thrust. It was far harder for the kobold to deal with this. She held her breath, lungs burning, gasping in air whenever the equine pulled back before it slid back down.

The collar was still making her do her best to please both of them, squeezing down with her rump and licking and sucking with her muzzle. The male in her tailhole was the first to finish, squeezing her ass roughly as he moaned, more hot seed spurting out into the kobold. At that point, the mare had Tirre's nose pressed up against her sheath again and so there was no noise that she could make. Cum ran from her used tailhole and down over her sex, wet of its own accord. Unfortunately, as he pulled out, there was nothing to distract her from the mare.

The equine was speeding up now, the tip of her cock beginning to flare and grow wider. Tirre could feel the head dragging along her throat with each thrust, the crowd cheering at the sight. They were most certainly getting their evening's worth of entertainment. Breathing hard, the mare grabbed both sides of Tirre's head.

Tire gave a whispery moan as the mare pulled back, not thrusting immediately. "Get ready," she said in a low, panting voice, then made three thrusts in quick succession. On the last one, the mare let out a loud whinnying cry, the head of her cock flaring wider still. Even jammed so far down her throat, Tirre felt the first thick pulse of cum jet into her belly, jerking as it did so. It seemed to be a veritable flood, filling her stomach and making it uncomfortably full in moments but the equine was already moving back. The thick seed coated her throat but Tirre gasped in another breath anyway, coughing up a fair bit of cum as she tried to breathe.

The last few heavy spurts were in her mouth and over her face, the already-exhausted kobold taking it without complaint. She was a little amazed at the amount of seed that the mare apparently had; this was the first time that she'd been with an equine. The brothel crowd cheered at seeing that performance but it apparently wasn't over, another person thrusting beneath Tirre's tail, this one making her squirm as dull, feline barbs raked at her insides. At the same time, the mare leaned down to whisper, "That was excellent, but it's only half the job." Moments later, her female sex was grinding against Tirre's muzzle again.

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It seemed to be hours later when Tirre was finally left alone. Both of her ends were covered and dripping with cum. Her muzzle and ass had proved to be popular through the night, and although no one had fucked her pussy, more than a few had found it entertaining to rub her clit or thrust a few fingers into her sex, making her cum while they used her. The brothel steadily emptied as the night wore on until, at last, Lysgoth returned to the stage.

Automatically, even without the collar's influence, Tirre opened her mouth as the dragon used her muzzle one last time, ending the night. "Thank you, master," she said gratefully, meaning it as he undid the stocks. The words were hoarse and her throat sore. Her legs trembled and wouldn't completely support her weight but the dragon let her lean on him.

The kobold's hide was streaked and stained as Lysgoth let her sink onto a chair, panting and more exhausted now than she ever had been before. "Well done," Lysgoth praised. "The mare was an unexpected pleasure. But you handled it well." When Tirre didn't reply, he pet her head. "We'll have to come back here again, and soon," he mused, Tirre glancing up quickly at the words, a look of dismay on her face. The dragon grinned, showing many teeth.