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**************** Prologue. Booking ****************

Sitting in the offices of the travel agent and looking over the final price of the cruise she had just booked, Lyanna was almost too excited to sit still. Her friend Marissa had been talking about this cruise she had went on the year before and how amazing it was, a bit kinky she said, full of exciting experiences she'd never tried before and just how much fun she had. A three week cruise through the tropics, including an additional week at an island resort! One whole month off from work.

She looked up from the desk to see her travel agent, a middle aged mouse with oversized glasses and a large belly, walking back with stack of papers and brochures in his hands.

Dropping them roughly on the desk, he looked up at her.

"So, um, you're sure this is the package you want?" he asked.

"Oh yes, my friend told me all about it. She went last year and it was amazing."

The agent raised an eyebrow slightly and reached up to loosen the neck of his shirt.

"She told you all the details about this cruise package? I, uh, just want to make sure what you're getting is the same one your friend told you about."

Lyanna thought back to everything Marissa had told her, lots of cute guys, good food, exotic entertainment. She didn't elaborate on the entertainment overlong but had said she was always exhausted by the end of the day, and had boasted about her gentleman suitors, as she called them, and knowing Marissa they wouldn't have all been male either. Lyanna didn't quite share in that aspect of her friend's tastes, but she certainly appreciated the gentlemen side, plus a little kink now and then could be fun.

This cruise was supposed to specialize in kink but Lyanna had been assured by Marissa that it was what was requested and no more. The guests could request that any of the lower tiered guests do anything they like for them.

"Or you can do anything you like to them." Marissa had said with a wink. There was also rumors of a package for guests who wanted things to be a bit more intense but the Tier I package seemed the most suited for what Lyanna was prepared for. If Lyanna had booked with Marissa she may have been tempted to go with the Tier II but that was still a bit too extreme for what she wanted.

Marissa was far more daring than Lyanna was and kept trying to tempt Lyanna with different toys that she had acquired. But the kinkiest thing Lyanna had worked herself up to doing was trying on a pair of latex stockings, a blindfold, a simple ball-gag, and a pair of handcuffs that she had seen online. They had been quite thrilling but Lyanna hadn't had the courage to try out some of the more severe looking toys and gags that Marissa had in her collection. She had only tried the hand-cuffs on twice, both times at Marissa's insistence. Lyanna knew that Marissa had a crush on her and wanted to go full dom on her but kept herself restrained thankfully.

Marissa had kept dropping hints that Lyanna should go with her on the cruise next year as well but with money being so tight, she kept saying she couldn't afford it. Marissa even went so far as to buy her a latex thong and an bra to match her stockings try and persuade her to go. So after a lucky break with a scratch off and some quick looking around she had finally found an agent that could get her on the cruise. And the best part was Marissa was still in the dark about her going.

"Why? Is there something else I should be aware of?"

The agents ears blushed slightly and brushed brought a hand up to adjust his glasses.

"Well I guess as long as you've talked it over with your friend, and she's filled you in, there's, uh, no need for me to go into detail about the, uh, um, particulars." The agent managed to stutter out.

"I'm sure you'll have an, uh, amazingly, um, unforgettable experience." he said thinking of the pictures other guests in the brochure.

Trevor had always had a hard time talking with reptiles. They way they moved, the glean of their scales, how their tails slithered back and forth as they walked and the one before him now was quite a sight. The thought of his client dressed in some skimpy outfits he'd seen in the pamphlets from this particular cruise company caused him to shudder.

Lyanna had a swimmers body, and it was currently wrapped in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a low cut halter top. Her silver-gray scales blended to a gleaming white, taut, belly which showed between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her pants. Lyanna was descended from a clan of wingless dragons, specializing in swimming and running.

Lyanna often admired Marissa's wings, but then would remember how she would also out swim any of her winged friends. The wings always caused too much drag in the water, even when furled. With Lyanna's lithe and supple body she swam circles around her friend.

He sat down quickly to hide the bulge in his pants. Thinking of what this silvery little dragoness may doing in a weeks time caused his ears to blush more fiercely.

"Well please just sign these here and here" Trevor said, pointing to a few places on the forms.

"ummmm, and initials here"

As Lyanna leaned over Trevor got a nice look down his client's shirt. A shiny latex bra came very close to revealing her right nipple.

"Oh gods" he said and promptly knocked over the rest of the stack he had brought out, startling Lyanna into looking up.

"Here, let me help you with those" said Lyanna smiling, bending over to pick up papers off the floor. Trevor was done for, the tight jeans stretched over the firm bottom and the tail cut-out showing a bit of what looked to be a latex thong hypnotized him completely.

Mesmerized by the vision in front of him, Trevor reached down and grabbed forms at random, placing the first form his hands came across down over the one Lyanna was meant to sign. It was from the same cruise Lyanna was trying to go on, but with a slightly different clientele in mind.

Lyanna placed the brochures she had been picking up on the desk and reached over to finish the paperwork.

Without re-reading the form she initialed and signed the form, and pressed her thumb onto the reader to verify her ID. Lyanna thanked Trevor again and, smiling, walked out the door to her car.

After his client left Trevor decided he needed to take care of some 'personal' business before he could concentrate and finish preparing everything. Once he was done, Trevor hurriedly signed everything and put everything into a bundle and placed it in the out-box for the mail and left to go home.

Part of the final page stuck out from the envelope...

| | I do agree and understand that wearing a black collar shall designate me as | a Tier III Guest which grants me none of the privileges granted to Tier II | guests (silver collars), or Tier I guests (non-collared). Once in place | this collar cannot be removed or replaced with a different collar until the | Relora has returned to her port of origin. This collar may not be removed | by anyone except a uniformed crew member of the Relora. | | I do agree and understand that I shall be collared for the duration of the | voyage. This collar may deliver electric shocks to my person at the | direction of any Tier I guest with synced controller, Tier II guest with | synced controller and permission of a Tier I guest, or any uniformed crew | member of the Relora. Specify desired type below: | | []5" posture collar [X]4" posture collar []collar with integrated hood | | I do cede all rights and privileges of my person to any and all Tier I | Guests, Tier II Guests, and uniformed crew members of the Relora for the | duration of the cruise and shall have no rights excepting the Right to No | Lasting Injury Upon My Person and the Right to Medical Attention. | | I do agree and understand that I can be used by any of the Tier I Guests, | for any purpose, with the understanding that these requests may include but | are not limited to: public nudity, being bound in compromising positions, | sexual activity, sexual activity with multiple partners, humiliating | situations, confinement, and corporal punishment. | | I do agree and understand that the requests of the Tier I guests may be | imposed by force by the crew of the Relora should I decline a request | from a Tier I guest. | | I do understand that, unlike Tier II guests, as a Tier III guest I shall | have NO SAFEWORD for the duration of this cruise and that I shall remain | a Tier III Guest until the Relora returns to her port of origin and my | collar is removed by a uniformed crew member. Once collared I shall have | no power to demand the alteration or cessation of any activity happening | to me or others until my collar is removed. | INITIALS: LD | | Client Signature | Lyanna Drakten | | I do swear that the above signee was under no duress, physical, emotional | or financial, when this document was signed. | | Witness Signature | Trevor Flats |

*************** 1. Packing ***************

Lyanna had still not surprised Marissa with the fact that she was going to be on the same cruise as her this year. She had thought about trying to get a deal with a double room but Marissa already had everything all booked and she had already once declined her friend's invitation to help her pay for it. So as far as Marissa knew, she was off to four weeks

But two weeks ago, on a whim Lyanna picked up a scratch-off lotto ticket on her way in to work and had won a small amount, just under the price of the cruise in fact. Lyanna had the time off saved up but she was lacking the cash and this provided just the right incentive to pay the last tiny amount and book the trip in secret. She couldn't wait to see Marissa' face when she saw her on the ship.

The morning the cruise was to begin, Lyanna had packed her bags, looking down through the list of recommended items to pack, sunscreen, toothpaste, the usual. Until she got to the bottom of the list.

| | Each deck has multiple toy washing stations. (Oh yes in the corridors so | all may see what our naughty guests have brought along!) | | The Relora is stocked with several brands of lubricants and other | conveniences. The full list may be found on our web site. |

Lyanna looked at her small pile of toys and sighed. "Marissa would laugh at that". She thought looking at the tiny lump and couldn't squash the hope of someone seeing other people in skimpy, erotic outfits.

Marissa had often shown Lyanna her own collection and it was getting to the point that two large trunks and a gym bag could barely contain all of her things. She seemed to have at least one of every type of restraint and gag, things that buzzed, things inflated, things Lyanna wasn't sure what they did. One item truly scared her, a hood with a built in 18" jelly horse cock. The hood took a total of 3 locks to secure, on the collar, a strap over the eyes and a secondary muzzle lock, she hadn't even wanted to think about having it locked on, let alone just trying to get past her gag reflex. Lyanna had never deep throated anything before and was only mildly into giving oral. The thought of something completely down her throat and unable to be removed... actually was having her feel a bit wet this morning.

Lyanna took out a small remote bullet vibrator she had purchased in preparation of the trip and laid back on her bed and started to tease herself with it. Holding it very lightly overtop of her vent, she let out a shudder and held it there, letting the vibrations start to warm her up.

Marissa had said there were toys on the ship that guests could buy and that the selection was pretty amazing. Toys were charged to room accounts the same way drinks were, with a daily allowance and anything truly exotic or expensive being added on later. She thought she may browse through the selection on the ship and hoped she could find something fun.

A dark spot started to form on her panties and she pulled them off and laying back on her bed, pressing the bullet directly against her vent now. The buzz of the vibrator diminished to a lower pitch and she inhaled quickly, wishing it had more to give. Sliding the vibrator up and down with one hand she used her other to start sliding a finger into her vent.

Her finger came out wet and glistening.

Lyanna was giving in to the fantasies that Marissa had told her about, she brought her finger up to her mouth, slowly licking her finger clean. She imaginined Marissa had her handcuffed to the bed and was slowly teasing her with the vibrator. She would start to moan and Marissa would start to pinch her breasts.

Lyanna brought her hand down to her right nipple, both now hard and erect, and slowly began to rub in circles around it. She worked the vibrator hard across her vent and began pinching her nipple, eliciting a long inhalation. Arching her back she slowly spread her vent with the vibrator and started to push it in.

She let it slide out again, and slowly began to push it in again. She let 'Marissa' press the vibrator fully into her vent now with just the cord to the remote leading from her and laying on the bed. Panting she reached over to her small pile of toys and pulled out the ball-gag and blindfold. Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled on the gag. She happily grunted into the gag as she tightened the straps and secured it behind her head. She almost couldn't fit the blindfold over her snout with the gag in, but she knew it would fit and wrapped the leather across her eyes, securing it as well.

She was becoming more and more comfortable with the gag and blindfold since she had purchased them. It used to seem too naughty to her, the first time she went to try on the blindfold, even fully clothed she almost couldn't bring herself to do it.

Lyanna laid back and proceeded to rub both of her breasts now, alternating pinching her nipples, pulling on them. She loved to have her breasts sucked and wished she had someone there to do that.

Flipping onto her belly she brought her knees up so she was kneeling on the bed with her face pressed into her pillow and her ass raise in the air. She started to vigorously rub at her vent now. Imagining what Marissa would do, or what whatever guy Marissa had brought along with might do to her if she was discovered like this. Her tail was raised up over her back now,presenting like a proper dragoness to a mate.

"Being discovered like this, oh great ancestors, and what if I was wearing that hood instead of the gag, and couldn't stop them from doing anything to me." she thought, her mind racing through the other contents Marissa's toy boxes.

She pressed her fingers fully into her vent now, trying to reach the controller of the vibrator with the other to turn it up to the highest speed. As she hit the button again it ramped up the vibrations she squealed. Moaning loudly into her gag she slid her legs off the edge of her bed, standing bent over the bed with her legs spread she began to grind herself against the edge.

She felt an orgasm starting to grow in her belly, and she was eager to get to it. Lyanna squeezed her thighs together and made a fist, but keeping two fingers extended,her knuckles pressing against her vent, letting two fingers slide in and out. She started rocking up and down, wedging her hand against the bed and riding her fingers faster and faster. Her inner thighs glistened with her juices now.

The vibrations of the bullet inside her and her fingers finally did the trick, clenching tightly down on her fingers. She limply collapsed onto her bed, letting herself sprawlover the sheets.

As the climax started to wear off she could feel the stirrings of a second one starting to build, and decided to turn off the vibrator. She fumbled for the controller and clicked the button once more to turn if off, torn between wanting to have another and the need to finish getting read. Unbuckling the gag and blindfold, she slowly pulled out bullet and took everything into the bathroom and washed and rinsed the toys. Packing them back into the bag she kept them in she packed that with the rest of her things and started to get dressed.

Her first pair of panties were sufficiently wet that she decided to grab a different pair and tossed the old ones into the laundry to take care of after she returned from the cruise. Feeling inspired, she put down the pair she found and grabbed her latex ones instead.

"Why not" she said out loud and proceeded to put on all of her latex clothes, looking at herself in the mirror. The black latex showed in very high contrast to her silver and white form. The stockings hugged her legs, making her legs shiny ebony pillars. Deciding to be extra daring she grabbed a pair of jeans that were almost capris and had a few tears on the thighs, so that her legs clearly showed that she was wearing something shiny underneath.

"Ha, let's see what Marissa thinks when she sees me like this in broad daylight". She thought. "I must be getting kinkier" she though, thinking back what she must have looked like; gagged and blindfolded, fingers sticky and with the cord of a vibrator slinking out from her vent. Quite the sight she thought and blushed.

Excited by this prospect and by her own daring she took a deep breath and walked out of the apartment to a waiting cab.

*************** 2. Boarding ***************

The cabbie, a buck with a soft southern accent and strong garlicky breath thanked her for the tip and pulled forward in the line of other vehicles waiting to leave the pick-up and drop-off zone by the docks. Pulling forward he reached over to adjust his mirrors to have one more look at his fare. He had nearly rear ended a few vehicles trying to look at her in his mirrors on the drive over but it was worth it.

Lyanna kept looking around with butterflies in her stomach. She was nervous about the cruise and having second thoughts.

Thoughts like "What if this is too much for me" and "Oh I hope it's not only creeps that do these things" kept running through her head.

She was also anxious to keep out of sight of Marissa, her blue scaled friend. Lyanna had counted on her friend's perpetual tardiness and it seemed to be working for her today. There were dragons, both winged and non, but none that matched the particular pattern of her friend, plenty of other furs too. Looking around she saw the ticket counter and started to walk over to the line that was slowing moving through. There were only 3 ships that were leaving from the port today but it was still rather busy.

The Gala Cruises kiosk, unsurprisingly, seemed to have attracted the older generations and those with families. The other kiosk had quite the line before it. Wrapping around and around the poles they had stood up. Several harried hares were trying to deal with some situation on a monitor with one pointing repeatedly to a screen and back to an angry looking gray fox couple.

Lyanna's line moved forward again, and she went back to fur-watching. Starting to inspect the other passengers in her own line she started to see a few of the things Marissa had told her about. The female hyena in front of her, maybe in her early 30s, was wearing a tight corset and short leather skirt. The corset had a lock over pad where Lyanna guess the cinches were tucked. Lyanna was impressed at how much the hyena had her waist pulled in and again thought of being locked into something you couldn't take off. The male hyena next to her was dressed far more mundanely, shorts, college T-shirt and carrying a small duffle, but he was quite cute too she thought.

She's dressed for a fun she thought, looking at a female dalmatian three spots ahead in the line. A tight, form fitting, yellow latex shirt and matching tight shorts with a black stripe running up either side. The shirt had a tight collar with a large metal ring on the front. She was positively bouncing on her feet and her tail kept brushing the leg of a red male dragon who didn't seem to notice or care. He was looking down at his phone but had a noticeable bulge near his pocket.

For the most part people seemed to be dressed almost normal except for the odd latex, or a leash showing here and there. It took a little under 20 minutes for Lyanna to get to the counter and handed her bags over to the ferret waiting to take her information.

Once she had them the ferret looked back at Lyanna.

"Do you have your confirmation number?" she asked brightly.

"Right here."

The ferret took the papers, scanned the barcode, looked up and gave Lyanna a slow once over with a big grin on her face.

"Well you are going to be very popular I think" she said, puzzling Lyanna, who just smiled, not sure how to respond.

"I guess there's a lot of single guys booked maybe?" She thought.

"I have a friend who's checking in later, would you be able to let her know where I am on the ship when she gets in?" Lyanna asked, thinking quickly. "But don't tell her who it is that's on-board. I want to be a surprise for her."

"Of course, what is the name?"

"Marissa Haskell"

The ferret busied herself for a moment on the computer and then looked up.

"Ok we'll bring her to you when she checks in and I have a note to not let them know who she's going to see."

"Now, let me see that hand of yours real quick" said the ferret, reaching over to press Lyanna's thumb on the scanner. The light turned green and the machine beeped.

"Ok, you're all set, and the last 3 I see, and we'll bring your friend to you after you've been installed" she said. Last three? There were plenty of others behind her still in line waiting to be checked in.

Lyanna started to walk the way the other passengers had gone when the desk ferret called to her.

"Oh no miss, your boarding zone is the other way. I'll have Alec show you. Alec, walk this young lady to boarding zone S and help her on board."

She spoke to an older, but very well muscled rottweiler who stopped loading baggage onto a cart and smiled at her. He loped over and said "This way my dear. I'll get you safe on board."

Lyanna smiled and followed obediently through the chattering crowds, still floating on clouds that her vacation was about to start.

She was lead back towards the stern of the ship to where a large tented area had been erected leading to a covered gangway that lead on-board the ship. She was curious why this one was enclosed when all the others had not been. It wasn't particularly sunny at the moment, but she had looked at the weather this morning and they would be sailing through some absolutely gorgeous weather once they were away from the mainland and heading south. Sunny with not too high humidity for most of it.

Heading toward the back of the tent she was ushered in and stood facing another female ferret, this one on the high end of middle aged, sitting at a desk and looking at a screen. She was wearing what looked like an officers jacket and pleated white skirt. She stood up when Lyanna entered.

"Hello and welcome to the Relora. My name is Mrs. Kay, I am the steward of Tier II and III guests. Now if you'll be a dear and sit down on this chair for a moment." she gestured towards a chair in the middle of the tent.

"Ok, what for?" asked Lyanna, starting to get an odd feeling that something was off. Why wasn't anyone else in here? She could have boarded with all of the other passengers surely?

"Oh, for your collar. It's easiest for me if you put it on yourself? Can you do that real quick?" She handed Lyanna a tall black metal collar. It was hinged but only part of it opened. It appeared to be lined with some kind of rubber or latex around the rim on both sides. Four D-rings ringed the outside, on the front sides and back. There didn't seem to be a pin to hold the collar closed. It wasn't too heavy but it felt very solid. She ran her fingers along it and felt it thicken near the front near where her chin would rest in the contour.

"My what?" asked Lyanna confused and standing up. What was this woman talking about?

"Oh for fun, you know that" the ferret said. She seemed pleasant enough and the gentle coaxing was helping to settle the discomfort Lyanna had felt walking into that tent.

"But you do need your photo taken before you can go on-board, and you have to be wearing that collar". There were other collars sitting on the table with envelopes under each one. But they were all silver. There were spots missing in the regular pattern that was lined up on the table and she guessed others had checked in down here as well.

"And you do need to hurry dear, we don't want you to miss any of the activities we have lined up for the guests. All of the other guests of your tier have arrived and have been boarded."

"Alright, but as long as it comes off afterwards" she said a big grin on her face.

"Nope, you're ours for the duration my dear" said the ferret with a laugh.

"I do love the black collars, especially on you my dear. They look so good contrasted against pale tones, and a silver and white dragoness, go on my dear."

The flattery finally convinced Lyanna to try on the collar. What the hell she thought. It is a fetish cruise after all.

Sitting down on the chair Lyanna took the collar and opened the hinge. Sliding it carefully into place around her throat, she was shocked at how much it was forcing her head up. It firmly pressed all around her neck. Lyanna felt very naughty, she had seen a neck corset that Marissa had worn out clubbing, and this was about as severe as that had looked.

"No wonder they call them posture collars" she said. "I can barely look any direction but forward now" she said

She pressed the hinge closed.

As soon as she did she felt a small click and heard something electrical charging, like an old flash bulb.

She tried moving her head left and right and found she was firmly stuck looking forward now. Trying to look up and down was even more severely restricted. She had never dreamed she'd be wearing anything like this and was ready to have it off already.

"Very good, miss..." Mrs Kay looked back to her screen momentarily to check something. "Drakten. Now be sure to address all crew members from this point on as either Sir or Ma'am. Tier I Guests and Tier II shall both be referred to as Master or Mistress. That is unless directed otherwise of course. Please leash your collar to the gangway and board the ship."

Mrs. Kay's manner had changed to that of a stern headmistress.

"What?" asked Lyanna, startled now. She tried pulling at the hinge of the collar but could only barely detect where a small seam where it had closed behind her.

She let out a shriek when she felt a shock rock through her neck. She fell to her knees and started clawing at the collar but couldn't get any purchase. It felt like something had bitten her hard. She was suddenly desperate to get the collar off.

Another shock caused her to cry out again. It hurt. She lay on the ground, her tail thrashing as she tried to get the accursed thing away from her.

"Get it off, please" she yelled looking up at Mrs. Kay. "I didn't sign up for this, I signed up for a normal cruise, what are you doing?!"

"Miss Drakten, as a Tier III guest, or slave, from now on, you will follow directions of the crew of this vessel now. Please leash yourself to the rail on the gangway." She pointed again to an overhead rail on the gangway with short leads.

"Quickly now or I'll shock you again." she said, holding a spot on a bracelet Lyanna hadn't seen. Lyanna felt a low buzzing around her throat, like from when her furred friends walked across carpet and touched her.

She stood up, trembling and wiping away tears, and walked quickly over to the gangway and clipped a lead onto the front of her collar.

"That's a good girl" said Mrs. Kay. "We're here to make sure all of our guests have a pleasant time on-board. We just take care of certain guests before others." The pattern of the shocks changed and felt more like fingers running down her spine.

Lyanna was terribly confused. "What do you mean?" she asked, catching her breath now and looking over fearfully at the ferret.

"A non consensual bondage scenario played out on the high seas in relative safety and mostly comfort. Don't worry dear, your fetish will be fulfilled completely during the next month." Said Mrs. Kay.

"What are you talking about?" yelled Lyanna, angry now, and pulling at the leash which also didn't seem to want to unlatch from her collar.

"Well it doesn't matter, we have your initials, signature and verified your ID as the same Lyanna Drakten who signed our Tier III Guest contract last week. So there's nothing to do but enjoy trip now" said Mrs. Kay.

"I never signed up for any kind of non consensual bondage thing. You have to let me go, this isn't what I paid for" she said, trying not to panic.

Lyanna's eyes were wide and pleading. She writhed on the leash that tied her to the overhead rail, still trying to claw at the collar, looking for some way to slip out of it or unlock it. But she was trapped in its cold metal embrace and no matter how she squirmed she could not get anything to budge.

"HELP ME" she started screaming at the top of her voice. She only managed to get the 'help' part out before she was shocked again. Her knees buckled but the leash kept her upright.

Mrs. Kay went and retrieved a muzzle gag with a canine knot and approached Lyanna. With an ease born of practice, she had the muzzle and gag in place and locked firmly behind Lyanna's head.

The only gag Lyanna had ever had in her mouth before was her ball gag, and she never had it buckled in very tightly. This was inescapably tight. The phallus in her mouth held her tongue down and the muzzle kept her snout firmly closed over the invader. It too seemed to have no way of unlocking from behind her head once Mrs. Kay had pulled the two halvesof the latch together. She clawed at the back of her head, trying to unlock it.

Unable to push it out or pull it further in she was forced to resort to sucking on the phallus to stop herself from starting to drool.

Another shock made her dance on the end of her leash. She let out unintelligible cries into the gag.

"Keep your hands off" instructed Mrs. Kay who was smiling now. Lyanna had seen a grin like that before, whenever Marissa was talking about dominating one of her partners she started to get the same look on her face that Mrs. Kay had now. A predator playing with prey.

"I don't think you have any more need of those pants or shirt. I saw what you have on underneath and I think that will suit the start of the voyage far more appropriately."

"Remove your street clothes"

Lyanna hurried to obey this time. Her eyes wide, never leaving that bracelet. She stripped her pants off quickly, her latex clad legs now free for all to admire as well as the latex thong.

"Oh ancestors why did I go on this stupid cruise? How did this happen?" she thought desperately. She was embarrassed and blushing all over now. Her ear fins taking on a pinkish hue.

She tried taking her shirt off over her head but forgot she was leashed to the railing overhead. She reversed course and started trying to work it down over her shoulders like a dress. She tried to bite at it then realized it was useless with her mouth muzzled. The collar effectively prevented her from looking anywhere but forward as well, further making the task more difficult and frustrating.

When she was finally reduced to only her latex wardrobe she stood there, not moving and trying not to cry.

"I'm sorry I startled you my dear, but as I said, it's much easier for me when guests put on their collar themselves." She did sound somewhat apologetic but still the image of a stern teacher stayed with her.

"Now I'm going to shine you up a bit before I send you in. I'm sure Lily or Dusty would be happy to do it, but you really do look quite fetching. The black collar and latex just accent your body so perfectly."

Mrs. Kay had been circling Lyanna as she had been talking, running her fingers over parts of her back, down her stomach and along the base of her tail.

Suddenly Lyanna jumped and squealed into her gag as a cold sensation went trickling down her back.

"Stand still, I'm shining up your latex and scales." cooed the ferret. Lyanna was still terribly tense but started to relax as she felt Mrs. Kay start to rub whatever liquid it was on to her back and rear.

She worked quickly, rubbing her hands down Lyanna's legs until the stockings shined. She was starting to relax some and enjoy the ministrations when she tensed again as Mrs. Kay's hand suddenly went between her legs. She jumped and tried to pull away, earning her another shock.

"Spread your legs and bend over as far as the leash will allow"

She did as requested and braced herself, she did not have very far to go before the leash went taught at her neck again.

Mrs. Kay's hands worked more slowly now, rubbing the inside of Lyanna's thighs, moving slowly towards her vent and then away again following the straps of the thong. She returned her attentions to the front of the thong and started rubbing against where Lyanna's vent lay just beneath the material.

Standing behind Lyanna and reaching between her legs she began to press one finger through the material into the frightened girl.

The unwanted stimulation was starting to have an effect on Lyanna whether she wanted it or not. Her own hands drifted towards her breasts and fantasies of being taken against her will began to appear in her mind as a slow fire started to kindle in her once more.

Mrs. Kay continued to massage Lyanna's ass and vent, rubbing in the lube and bringing out luster in both the latex and the dragoness' own scales. She continued until she heard the first nearly inaudible moans come from Lyanna and felt the wetness starting at the sides of the thong.

The ferret started to press harder with her finger and pressed her body firmly against Lyanna's back. Unable to help herself Lyanna started to very slowly grind her hips forward, trying to get more friction. One hand snaked up to try and pull at the leash and the other stayed at her breast.

As she was beginning to pant the gag was removed and she was turned around to face Mrs. Kay. A click and a flash momentarily blinded her and she let out a squeak.

Mrs. Kay placed a small camera back on her desk and spoke to Lyanna.

"Now, stand up and please board the vessel"

Lyanna turned and started to walk up the ramp, not daring to question Mrs. Kay. The butterflies had returned to her stomach in full force, but the dampness hadn't left her legs either.