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When it came to sexually conditioning someone to a certain, submissive level, there were few in the world as skilled as Helen, and though she was mostly known for running her potion and toy shop, there were those who were very aware of her mind-bending skills.

Her employees, naturally, were some of the most knowledgeable in that regard.

It wasn't a shock to anyone who was more aware of the underground workings of Helen that her employees were a couple of submissive animals, but what might be a little more shocking to others was the fact that one of them, Ardanis, rather well known for his quick-to-buckle nature, was actually the less submissive of Helen's employees.

Whether or not the greater submissive approved of the arrangement was up for debate, but Ardanis was happy to reap the spoils of the same.

"Make sure the shop is completely clean before you come into the back today, Cynwen. I've got a special surprise for you, but I need to make sure that you've earned it."

Cleaning a simple shop, even one that catered to some of the seedier people in life, shouldn't have been a truly difficult or demeaning task.

For Cynwen, however, he had to become all too familiar with just how seedy some people could be.

There had been a private display in the potion shop, earlier in the day, and the end result of it was a long, sticky streak of cum upon the counter. It was something that most employees would think to clean with some soap, some water, and an old rag, but Cynwen wasn't quite so lucky, depending upon your perspective.

His sharp, thick white hair was tossed back on his head, and his eyes, two bright, glowing orbs of pure, viridian green, were closed as his hands, tied behind his back, weren't allowed to factor into the cleaning equation. His mouth opened slowly, but even from the other room, Helen knew that it wasn't to reply to her request, but rather, to go about his task of cleaning.

There was a wealth of tangy, salty and sweet upon Cynwen's tongue as he slipped the flat of it through the splattered streak of leftover seed. He could feel his glands salivating at the tantalizing flavor, and the sensation the unusual warmth that it filled him with as he leaned further over the counter, wanting to make sure that he didn't miss a single drop, and with the long string of essence upon the counter, he certainly had his work cut out for him.

It was easily more than a single tongue could handle, but Cynwen blinked his eyes open in surprise when he felt the smooth, silky touch of a surprisingly gentle hand upon the back of his neck. "That's good enough, Cynwen. I don't see any mess left, and I've got much more important uses for that tongue right now..."

So deep and controlling was the training that Cynwen had undergone that he was actually hesitant to stand upright and turn to face Helen, but the submissive blood elf could nearly feel the comforting gaze of Helen upon the surface of his bare skin.

"I told you that I have a surprise for you, Cynwen, but if you keep me waiting any longer, it'll turn into a punishment very quickly."

It wasn't the kind of warning that Cynwen could take lightly, and given the plethora of skills that Helen had in her arsenal, it wasn't in his person to push the envelope. "Just what did you have in mind for me, Miss Helen?" he asked, as he stood upright and looked to the back room of the shop, unable to see around the corner to gain even an inkling of what was in store for him.

"Very simply put, you've been such a good boy these past few weeks that I wanted to put your new skills to a real test...and whether or not you're ready, it's time for you to take it."

Cynwen tilted his head just a little bit as the much shorter, but no less powerful Helen gave the small of his back a gentle push. "A test...?"

"I'm quite certain that you heard me, Cynwen..."

The tall, lean blood elf knew better than to question the point any further. His backside was tingling with familiar sensations at the mere thought of what Helen had done to him for stepping out of line before, and that same feeling forced his legs to pick up and move, without so much as a conscious thought from him.

There was no further explanation for Cynwen, who allowed the light nudge upon his back to be all the motivation that he needed to make his way into the back of the shop. It was a small, rickety back room, at best, but it was more than suitable for the kind of training that Cynwen was used to. Small shelves were dotted with different potions and toys that were a bit more extreme than the average customer could handle, and against the wall farthest from the door, there were a number of straps, perfect for keeping the arms and legs of a submissive spread wide apart.

In the midst of all of it, in addition, was Ardanis, Helen's other assistant. He was enjoying his break from working the front of the shop, and especially so, thanks to the absence of a chastity cage that would usually be found around his cock.

"I know that I've mostly been breaking you to my own whims, Cynwen, and today, my whims fancy something a little more than simply degrading you...you'll be proving to me that your lessons have really taken, and Ardanis was feeling generous enough to offer himself up as a warm body."

Cynwen knew that Ardanis would have done such a thing of his own free will, but that didn't mean that he did. After all, Helen would have delighted in forcing Ardanis to slurp away at her backside while Cynwen was sucking her off, and yet, Helen was still wearing an apron over the front of her body, looking as modest as she even capable of, while Ardanis was leaned just slightly against a shelf, stark naked and already, his manhood was starting to swell with excitement for what was soon to come.

"And just what would Ardanis have me do, Miss Helen?"

Helen lifted a hand to her full, plush lips and giggled behind it. "He's just offering his body, Cynwen; not his orders. Those will still be coming from me, and for starters, you're going to tell Ardanis just how badly you want him to stuff his thick, pulsing cock in your ass, no matter what you feel me doing to you...understood?"

Cynwen gave a very quick, firm nod. "Of course, Miss Helen," he obliged. There was a sincerity in his voice that spoke volumes beyond the training that he received, a nod to the mental dedication that he had developed for Helen in his servitude. By now, it was clear to her that even if she didn't threaten punishment, his obedience was a guarantee...and thankfully, that didn't make punishing him any less fun for her.

"Good boy," came a quick, vicious whisper into Cynwen's ear, as Helen stood up on her tip-toes to orally tease him. The blood elf shivered with delight as her words caressed over the flesh of his ear with an ethereal stroke, and she could feel the same as she wrapped her skillful hands around his naked waist. She took no shame, and wasted no time in wrapping her small fingertips around the hanging length of his member, wanting to entice him just enough to make the first part of his surprise a little uncomfortable.

Naturally, Cynwen was bewildered beyond the point of rational thought when he felt Helen stroking her fingertips, soft as cotton and smooth as silk, upon his tender, sensitive cock. It was rare that he was ever teased in such a manner; generally, he was the one doing all of the teasing, and across the surface of his tongue, he could remember the taste of almost every male and female he'd ever been forced to pleasure. There was an aching within his manhood that was impossible to ignore, one that spoke of a long-term chastity, even he'd never been given a cage...

...That was, he'd never been given a cage until right then.

KINK, KA-TINK! The lack of focus that was caused by Helen's skillful tease was more than enough to keep Cynwen off guard, and as his head tilted back in delight, it took his eyes off of the most important thing he could have seen: Helen sporting a bright, silver cage with a tiny hole carved into the end, scarcely large enough to pee through, and far too narrow to allow even the delicate fingertips on Helen's hands to sneak through. Pleasure instantly turned to mild pain for Cynwen, who could feel blood rushing from the rest of his body to fill and grow his length, but as the cage was put into place, his body fought and strained in vain, as the blood was forced back into his groin and out of his member. Thick, bulging veins pressed against the cool, smooth edges of the metal trap, but no matter how his flesh throbbed, it would never be able to grow beyond the binds of the crafty cage. With a simple twist of a key, Helen locked the device into place around Cynwen's cock, and left him groaning in discomfort. He glanced over to Ardanis, hoping for an answer, but the gray cat was actually rather used to being in Cynwen's position, leaving him sympathetic, but only to such a point; Ardanis was quite the fan of the caged treatment.

"M-Miss Helen...I don't...d-don't understand!"

Helen snickered quietly and reached under Cynwen's trapped flesh, gripping the underside of his tense, firm sack and giving it a quick, harsh squeeze to add to his chagrin. "I just said I was giving you a surprise, Cynwen...at no point did I say that you were going to enjoy a single moment of it."

Helen carried about her an air of mercy that betrayed how malicious she really could be, and even after his time working in the potion shop, Cynwen was still able to fall prey to that appearance, knowing full well what was waiting underneath. "Then, what am I in for, Miss Helen?"

" That part, I did tell you about...and it looks to me like Ardanis is ready for you to test your skills on him..."

Trapped in chastity and knowing that there was to be no easy end to his day, Cynwen displayed the extent of Helen's training and immediately sunk down to his knees before Ardanis, unwittingly brushing his cheek along the hanging, growing length of the enticed gray cat. There was a wild, exciting scent to each and every animal that Cynwen had the pleasure of tasting, and every single one was a little bit different; the members of wolves carried a scent of the deep forest, bears made him reminisce of the foothills of a mountain, and cats, typically, had a dry, arid scent, but there was always a moisture at the center of the aroma, like the rare, blessed rain that fell upon the desert only once in many moons.

It was trying to seek out that moisture in the scent and explore it more intimately that made Cynwen such a skillful elf, and Ardanis, despite all of his own sexual exploits, couldn't keep from offering up a quiet, pleasured gasp as he felt the flat of Cynwen's tongue brushing along the underside of his drooling tip.

"You r-really have trained him well," Ardanis was quick to praise the eager blood elf, and Helen's teaching of the same. "He's a rather thirsty one, isn't he?"

Helen nodded firmly. "He is, but he won't be getting anything to drink...not this time. I'm afraid I've got much more important uses for that plentiful cream you're holding back, Ardanis."

Anyone who knew Ardanis and the role that he played so perfectly, knew that it was a rare occasion indeed when he was actually given the reins and allowed to be on top, but like any eager male, when he was finally given the chance to take the wheel, he refused to give anything less than his very best. There was already a gentle flicker in his tail as Cynwen expertly tasted and teased the shaft of his growing cock, and a quiet, subdued groan of elation was rapidly growing into a louder, surprised gasp that Ardanis wouldn't be able to hold back forever. It was the more dominant side of his personality starting to creep out, one that he didn't have the desire or the ability to keep restrained when there was a cute, submissive elf trying to orally milk a load of cum from his body.

"What an a-awful shame that is...nngh... he's already earned at least a sample!" Ardanis explained through a loud, delighted moan. He tilted his head back just slightly and relaxed his body, closing his eyes and immersing himself entirely in the pleasant tongue bath, knowing that Cynwen would keep going until he was ordered to stop by Helen or Ardanis himself, and at the moment, the gray cat had no desire to put a stop to any of it. He was too busy being torn between keeping his eyes closed to enhance his own pleasure, and peeking one eye open so he could watch excess spittle drip down from the corners of Cynwen's open mouth.

After all, Ardanis was quite a mouthful, even for the most experienced size queens.

"Don't you dare give in, Ardanis," Helen warned, as she came to stand behind the feline, wrapping her delicate hands around his slim, toned abdomen. "You're just testing Cynwen's skills, after all, and passing a test isn't enough to earn a reward in my shop...you know that rather well by now, I'm sure!"

Gritting his fangs together to try and dull the sensations slightly, Ardanis gave the faintest of nods, finding it hard to distract himself from the delightful sensations that were filling his body. There was hardly ever a pause in the oral assault, and each ticklish, exciting sensation was replaced by one even greater than the last. Cynwen wasn't just flicking his tongue over the tip of Ardanis' cock when he reached the top: he was working his way down the shaft with a surprisingly tight grip, taking each and every inch into his throat and working his neck around it, dragging the very tip of his tongue along the thickest vein in the underside the entire way down to the base of his sack.

Cynwen was no amateur, and Ardanis wasn't nearly prepared for such a level of skill.

"That's quite enough," Helen cut in rather suddenly, as she pulled Ardanis back from Cynwen. The sharp nails upon the end of her fingertips dug into his flesh, leaving small, red marks upon his flesh, just under the thin coating of gray fur upon his body, a scathing reminder that he was indeed to be dominant over Cynwen, but still entirely submissive under her. "I can't have you boys getting carried away and wearing yourselves out before I even get involved!"

The room was brimming with an air of excitement so thick that a customer wandering into the shop might feel as though they were swimming in a sea of lust, and much as Helen wanted to enjoy the show just a little longer, there was no hiding the rapid growth of her sizable member from prying eyes, and certainly no hiding it from Ardanis as it pressed against the back of his thighs, spilling a healthy stream of precum into his fur. More than once in the past, the submissive feline had been wrapped around the wide, impressive horse cock that Helen sported, but today, he was lucky enough to avoid that fate.

Cynwen, on the other hand, couldn't have done anything to avoid it.

"Can't have you wasting seed like that, after all..." Helen continued to explain, as she gave Ardanis another gentle tug. Her hands stayed working in a smooth, playful caress on the taut, toned flesh of his midsection, trying to keep him fired up, but draw the attention away from his leaking member, knowing that such a rush of precum could only mean that his climax was already closing in. "After all, it isn't just his slutty little mouth that I want you to test...it's his pussy."

At first, Ardanis didn't quite get the reference. As submissive, and even feminine as he was, Cynwen was definitely a male, and had a rather impressive member to prove it...but it didn't take much further urging from Helen to help him get the picture. "That's right," she whispered, leaning up to let her tongue snake along the velvety flesh upon the back of his sharp, feline ear. "Why don't I dress our little blood elf in something a bit more...shall we say, fitting for a greedy little slut?"

Just hearing his asshole referred to as a pussy was a turn on for Cynwen, one that he couldn't properly express, knowing that his place at the moment was to be quiet and obedient, merely awaiting his next order. There was an eager air about him, one that he had no tail to wag with, and though his ears were long and sharp, they didn't have the same giddy wiggle that Ardanis' ears had in the same situation. It was simply the look in his eyes that gave it away...the smoldering glow of green that highlighted his tiny, but excited grin, and the subtle rush of air that crept past his lips as he tried to calm himself.

Knowing that he was going to be speared, if not simply impaled on Ardanis' shaft, it was nigh impossible to keep his nervous excitement at bay.

"Doesn't quite look enough like a female to be calling that backdoor a pussy, though," Helen suggested, having a rather startling change in her tone. "How about you get started on plowing our slutty little elf, Ardanis...while I doll him up for you a little bit?"

Ardanis didn't need to be asked twice, and he was a literal blur of gray and off-white as he slipped up behind Cynwen. The blood elf was easily lowered the rest of the way down to the floor, already on his knees, giving Ardanis the perfect angle to glide his fully stiffened length between each of the cheeks of Cynwen's perky rear end. With a thin, sticky stream of precum gliding down the underside of his cock, Ardanis didn't need any extra lubrication to start a slow, smooth pace, allowing the smooth flesh of his shaft to brush back and forth through the crest of Cynwen's rump, occasionally letting the very tip of his manhood take a poke at the tight, waiting pucker within.

It might not actually be a pussy, Ardanis thought, but as he poked into it again, he couldn't have cared less about what Helen called it. It was tight, surprisingly so, given the kind of training that Cynwen had undergone, and with the tip of his length just barely sneaking inside, Ardanis could feel a warmth that was just begging to envelope his flesh, like the heated, passionate embrace of a lover's arms around his body.

Cynwen was just lucky that the anxious cat had the wherewithal to remember to grab a small vial of lube from the counter before he went for the first, deep thrust.

"Will I be a p-pretty little bitch?" Cynwen asked, playing right into Helen's idea as he shivered, feeling the cool, comforting sensation of a slick-yet-sticky liquid spilling down between his ass cheeks. He did the best that he could to grip the uneven floors of the back room as he looked up at Helen, watching as she gathered up a couple of different accessories, none of which would actually obstruct Ardanis in any way.

The first was a slinky, downright slutty top, essentially nothing more than a thin, black band that would leave the underside of even the smallest breasts hanging free. Helen was quick to expand the elastic material and slip it over each of Cynwen's arms, moving the band down to his chest, and even fluffing his flesh underneath, as if she were adjusting a pair of breasts in the process. "The prettiest little bitch I've ever seen, Cynwen...all the boys will be jealous of just how hard Ardanis is fucking your sweet, slippery snatch..."

There was a genuine giddiness in Cynwen's smile as the top was placed around his chest, and though there was a pair of panties in Helen's hands, she casually tossed them aside, seeing no need for Cynwen to wear them when Ardanis was already starting to shove his cock into place. It was a slow, gentle pace to start, as Helen always emphasized safety...but the moment that the flared, rounded tip of Ardanis' member finally slipped past the tight, outer grip of Cynwen's pucker, the feline let out with a loud, gasping moan of elation and couldn't help falling forward just a bit, burying half of his shaft inside of Cynwen before the blood elf could ever hope to be ready.

"Nnnngh...nyah!" Ardanis cried out, slumping over Cynwen and trying to leave enough room for Helen to move around him, knowing that a skirt was the next thing that Cynwen would be forced to wear... if Helen could contain her excitement. Ardanis knew her sexual appetite better than perhaps anyone else, and just watching Ardanis give Cynwen a single thrust was enough to leave the tip of Helen's equine girth dripping with a healthy trickle of precum. It dropped helplessly to the floor, leaving a small mess just inches away from Cynwen's face, and soon, Helen was gripping at the fabric of the skirt, digging her long fingernails into it and raking small tears through the cloth, just wishing that she could stuff the whole of her cock down Cynwen's eager throat. "What a fuckin' tight little pussy...it's l-like you're a virgin!"

"This one, a virgin? That's downright laughable, Ardanis!" Helen chimed in, speaking right over the desperate groan that crept past Cynwen's lips. She knew just how much the submissive blood elf was loving the treatment, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of expressing that pleasure...she wanted him to think that only her own pleasure mattered, followed very closely by that of Ardanis. "I just make sure to use a potion on his cunt every single night before we close up shop...keeps it nice and tight for the next wave of customers to run through it, after all!"

"M-Miss Helen, you...you d-don-

Cynwen was going to try and argue the point that Helen was lying, but it was easily cut short. Figuring that she could slide the skirt onto his body while having some fun of her own, Helen knelt down in front of Cynwen and gripped his jaw mid-sentence, keeping him from finishing his statement and leaving his mouth wide open for the stuffing of a lifetime. "I'm sorry, dear...what was that? You really shouldn't talk with your m-mouth full..." Helen grunted, a twisted grin played across her lips as she gave a gentle buck with her hips, pushing the wide, flared head of her horse cock clean into Cynwen's mouth. It was always a shock, and yet, a delight to Helen to watch Cywnen open his jaw just wide enough to be able to take the massive tip, but that paled in comparison to the pleasure that followed when the muscles in his throat began to swallow and choke around the unnaturally hefty length.

Ardanis even chuckled at that point, assisting Helen in holding Cynwen's arms back so that she could slide the skirt over his head, and spread it out so that it would slink down to the bottom half of his body. A bright pink, as feminine in color as it could be, the skirt came to rest around Cynwen's hips with a little help from Ardanis, but that didn't stop the gray cat from digging his sharp, dangerous claws into the smooth, toned flesh of Cynwen's abdomen. "Guess we n-need to teach this girly little whore some manners," Ardanis suggested through a low growl of delight, starting to embrace his dominant side just a bit more, exactly as Helen was hoping he would.

"That's just the problem," Helen admitted, as she took a grip of the long, sharp ears that jutted out so wildly from Cynwen's head. "If we blow our loads inside of her," she started to speak, even changing the pronoun that she referred to Cynwen with, "That m-might not be...much of a punishment. F-fuck...she's got such a sweet little throat, Ardanis! How did you last as long as you did?!"

" Years of practice," Ardanis admitted with a bit of a snicker, thinking that Helen was one of the few who knew just what kind of tortures and punishment he'd been put through over the years. Today, however, was nothing more than a brilliant reward for the gray feline, who was finally starting to pick up the pace. His hips were moving quicker with each and every thrust as the lubrication spread and coated the entirety of his cock, making for easy passage into Cynwen's anus. "T-this little bitch hasn't even gotten started yet...she has no idea what she's in for."

It was true that Cynwen had a long road ahead of him, as far as sexual depravity was concerned...Helen was proud of just how quickly she'd sissified the once proud, masculine blood elf, and she was even happier with the way that he retained all of her training. She'd completely mentally broken poor Cynwen, and now, with the help of a hard, full pounding from Ardanis, she was giving him the kind of physical treatment that he really needed for his training to be complete. It was only a matter of time before Cynwen started to refer to himself with female pronouns; he already loved the idea of his asshole being referred to as a pussy or a slit.

"Oh, she's in for a lot more than that," Helen suggested. Her rump tightened up and tensed as she began to pound her hips forward, slapping Cynwen's nose against the smooth skin of her tummy with the depth of her thrusts. She could feel the very end of her flared, thick member filling the depths of his throat and gagging him, barely giving him enough room to breathe. She showed no mercy on the blood elf, and the devilish glare in the bright green of her eyes made it clear that no matter what Cynwen did, today, it simply wouldn't be good enough.

That was the nature of being the sissy of the shop, however.

Ardanis was surprised that he would be able to outlast Helen, but then again, he was actually trying to drag the moment out and truly enjoy it, knowing that he could be placed back into chastity at any given moment...he would happily drown in the pleasure of fucking Cynwen's ass if it meant that he didn't have to be caged up again when it was all said and done. "G-gonna...gonna cum, Helen? Gonna pump this little bitch full of baby batter...?"

Low, almost angry grunts slipped past Helen's lips as she winced her eyes closed and took a tighter grip on Cynwen's ears, tugging on them with such force that the submissive blood elf cried out in pain, though the sound was barely audible, muffled around the impressive girth of a horse cock. "Oh...oooh yes... I'm gonna f-fuckin' flood her tummy! Fuck! Y-Yes!" Helen threw her head back and left her mouth wide open in a desperate, orgasmic cry. She could have cared less about the tiny trickle of saliva that dribbled down the side of her cheek, and the horrible mess that was starting to form on the floor around her knees. She wanted more of that, and she got just what she asked for, as Cynwen struggled around the first burst of cum to fire off inside of his body. Helen was so deep within his gullet that the first rush of seed had nowhere to go, easily pouring straight into his stomach with a thick, heavy sloshing that Cynwen could immediately feel, but the force of the ejaculate nearly bucked him off of the equine shaft, leaving him with a throat full of Helen's essence, and as she pulled back, she did the very same to his face. Cynwen could finally breathe easily again, and he panted rapidly, spraying excess seed from his own mouth and closing his eyes as quick as he could, before a shower of thick, creamy juices sprayed across his cheeks and his chin, leaving his already pale skin drenched in a coat of off-white.

It wasn't easy for Ardanis to last when he was balls-deep inside of such a tight little sissy, but it was that much harder to hold out for himself when he was watching Helen literally bathe Cynwen in a fresh coat of cum. Despite her equine member, and knowing what that entailed, it always shocked Ardanis to see just how much volume she could actually produce with her enchanted length.

Of course, Ardanis didn't need any enchantments: he just needed chastity, and though he wasn't coming off of a long one by any stretch of what he was used to, his body was naturally inclined to produce more seed than the average male...something that Cynwen was starting to feel inside, as the warmer, slicker juices of his precum took the place of the added lubrication.

"S-shit...I can't...c-can't hold out..." Ardanis admitted, grunting and gritting his fangs together as he dug his claws deep into Cynwen's flesh with one paw, while slapping the other one down on Cynwen's perky rear, giving the bare flesh a firm, domineering SWAT that was so fierce, it even drew Helen's attention to the sound. Her eyes widened as she watched a ferocious looking Ardanis lean far over Cynwen's body and slam his member within the blood elf's waiting ass, moving his hips like a pile-driver and slamming his shaft so deep that Cynwen felt he might actually achieve orgasm, even with his cock trapped inside of the cage. Each thrust brought Ardanis that much more pleasure of his own, and Cynwen was the beneficiary, feeling the smooth head of the feline's cock brushing against his prostate. A heated spray of milk was finally added to the mix, and deep inside of Cynwen's tight, waiting passage, Ardanis spilled his seed, his body pushed well beyond the edge of climax. "Fuck... fuck yes! Cynwen...I...I'm cumming! Take it... take it all in that t-tight fuckin' pussy!"

A small trickle of juices was already spilling through the tiny opening on Cynwen's cage, and it quickly expanded into a full, creamy gush as Ardanis kept pounding into Cynwen, never slowing his pace and even picking up speed. His sack slapped against the inside of Cynwen's thighs as the orbs within contracted over and over again, pumping forth a torrent of hot, fresh cum, coating Cynwen's insides with a delicious film of his masculine juices and leaving the excess to drip down to the floor. If not for the way that Helen was holding him up, Cynwen might have collapsed, but he was just able to keep his balance thanks to her touch, and finally, as his release came to a slow, drooling end, Ardanis pulled his member free and slapped it down firmly on Cynwen's ass, allowing the last of his seed to spill and trickle over the small of the blood elf's back.

Like the slut that he'd been treated as, Cynwen was a proper mess, and perhaps, even more submissive and sissified than ever.

"Look at that...you're still leaking, Cynwen! Ardanis really gave you everything he had..." Helen teased, giving the side of Cynwen's cheek a gentle stroke with a fingertip. She ran the finger right through her own mess and pressed it to his lips, and without a thought, he opened them and allowed her fingertip inside before closing his mouth around it. She could have ordered him to suckle it, and even waited a moment, but that moment was all it took for him to start swirling his tongue around the tip of her finger, cleaning all of her excess mess from it and coating it in a thin webbing of his saliva, something she was delighted to see when she pulled it free. "I might have to put those panties on you after all...you'll be leaking kitty cum for days!"

Cynwen was plenty used to parading around the store in feminine garb, often times with a lewd and depraved double purpose. This time would be no different, except that he was a bit more broken than before, as was the case every single time...he became a bit more of a female, a bit more of a submissive, and a bit more of a slave to the pleasure that only Helen could offer him. As entire loads of seed swam around inside of his loose, gaping anus and the wells of his throat, he began to wonder if there was a greater change at play, something only Helen knew about...but as she gestured at him to come closer to she could slip the panties over his messy cage, the thought became less of a concern...and more of a forlorn fantasy.

"Good girl...help me slide those panties up and over your thighs," Helen ordered him, and Ardanis slowly pulled back from his backside, standing upright and shaking the last few drops of cum from his own member, allowing them to splash down on the small of Cynwen's back. The submissive blood elf let out a tiny, delighted squeal as the skimpy panties, barely wide enough to cover his caged cock or provide any real cover at all, made their way up toward his hips. Helen pulled them into place tightly, making sure that they pressed down firmly against his sack, and got swallowed right up by the gape of his ass, knowing that the thin, white fabric would be soaked through in mere moments, giving Cynwen no real cover at all. "There...now you're almost fit to get back to work."

"Almost...?" Cynwen asked, tilting his head just slightly and giving his rear end a quick wiggle, loving the way that the silky, skimpy fabric clung so perfectly to his hips.

Ardanis was still standing behind Cynwen, holding the very last part of his outfit. It was a tiny, skimpy apron, meant to do nothing more than close the gap between his tube top and his skirt...on a proper female, it wouldn't have covered anything, but on Cynwen, it completed the look, and left him suited to serve the next lucky customer to wander through the doors of the potion shop.

Thin lace was tied tight behind Cynwen's back, and without prompting, he lifted his arms, allowing Ardanis to make sure that the apron was in just the right place. Small bows were tied around the back, just adding to how very feminine the outfit was, and where Cynwen couldn't have dreamed of wearing such an outfit when he first met Helen, her work was almost complete, and now, Cynwen felt right at home in the unusual outfit. His hips even began to jut and tilt, trying to accent his walk with a more womanly gait as he walked back into the front of the shop...only to find that the front doors have never been closed. There was a line of customers, nearly out the door, all waiting for their turn with the "new girl" that Helen had been advertising.

"Start taking numbers, boys," Helen instructed, as she walked back into the shop, never bothering to place her clothes back on. "Our little slut has a long, long day ahead of her..."