FSE

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1 - Neryn Vox

With a sigh, Marcus withdrew his keys from the lock, double-checking the door to make sure that it secure. He peered into the dark storefront and saw a green-flashing light at the far end of the store, near the stock room, meaning that the security system was armed. Finally, he was done with work for the day. The green and tan feral slumped forward, simply sitting in front of the store for a moment to relax, to let some of his stress drain away. He still had a long walk home - the sky was dark, and while the rumbles of thunder were distant, he didn't want to risk it - but at least he was done for the weekend. The drake picked himself up and began the long trek home, fishing his phone from the messenger bag hanging at his side. No new texts, a new message from a roleplay friend that he could get back to once home, no calls... It looked to be a quiet trip home. Marcus fished his headphones from his bag and popped them on, loaded up his radio app, and simply tuned out to the world.

The streets were as empty as they usually were this late at night. Marcus didn't care too much, it just meant he could really get into his music, bouncing down the street, swinging his head and tail, but always wary of the oncoming rains. He kept a quick step to the music, hoping to arrive at his apartment without being soaked throu--

"Now!"

Marcus felt someone slam into his side, and something cool wrap around his neck. Instantly, the small feral's fight or flight instincts kicked in. He roared in rage as his headphones were ripped from his head, they and his phone clattering across the ground. With a kick of his hind leg, Marcus managed to throw the would-be assailant away, turning and taking a low stance. Whatever this asshole had slipped onto his neck stayed there, but he could deal with that after he showed his attacker what happens when you try to rob a dragon.

The green dragon took a careful, aggressive step toward the sprawled anthro, a low growl rumbling up from his throat. The person - a man by the sound of their voice - simply groaned from where they lay, and Marcus pressed a heavy paw to his chest to keep his assailant in place. The man finally seemed to get some of his senses back, and as his head turned to look up at Marcus, the dragon could see that his attacker was a gryphon, inky-black feathers gracing his face, feline tail twitching anxiously beneath him. He was rather scrawny, too, Marcus noticed. What was this idiot thinking, attacking a well-built, nearly four foot to the shoulder dragon such as himself?

"S-Stop!" the man cried, the fear in his voice evident. Right, as if he'd forgive them that easily. Marcus raised a taloned paw high into the air, ready to... to... What?

The confusion on Marcus' face must have been evident, because the gryphon under him looked just as surprised before a grin spread across his features, the rapid beating in his chest under Marcus' paw starting to slow a bit.

"I-It worked. Holy shit, it worked! The boss hadn't been lying!" Marcus' attacker cried, rubbing his eyes, letting out a relieved laugh. Marcus, on the other hand, narrowed his eyes in anger, letting a weak, threatening growl escape his lips. It was all he could do, really. His body was frozen in place atop his assailant, simply unresponsive to his commands. What had this creep done to him?!

"Mmph. that's a bit heavy though... uh, sit!" the dark avian hybrid ordered. To Marcus' utter shock and fury, he obeyed. In one fluid motion, he took a step back and sat on his rear, much as he had in front of the store. He fought to stand, to plunge his claws into this sleazy jerk, but his body did no such thing. His muscle's didn't even tense in preparation. Somehow, some way, this asshole had complete control over him!

"Hoo, man, that was close... I thought I... Hey, wait, where the fuck were you during all that?!" the gryphon cried, turning to the alleyway he'd leapt out of. Marcus could thankfully turn his head a bit, and from the shadows he saw a second figure emerge; a rat or mouse of some sort, twitching in anxiety, a rather large cattle prod held in one hand. Likely meant to be used on Marcus, if he had to hazard a guess.

"L-Look, man, I was against going on this job in the first place. It 'aint my fault the boss made me go anyway. You both know how hard I choke on stuff like this," the rodent replied, giving an all too casual shrug. The gryphon clearly wasn't pleased with this answer, but he just waved the rodent off with an angry growl.

"What the hell over, go start the truck. I'll make sure the Boss' new pet is loaded up." The gryph grumbled. Pet? PET?! Marcus was no one's pet! He managed another growl, but his attacker simply spoke up to issue a new order.

"Follow me. No attacking or talking," the man ordered, and once more, Marcus was forced to follow. It was instantaneous and fluid, as if he was willingly doing as he was ordered. He tried to tell the gryphon to fuck off, to take that cattle prod his friend had and deepthroat it, but all that escaped his forcefully clenched fangs were angry growls and snarls. He couldn't snap or strike the gryphon, either, just as he'd been commanded not to. His body obeyed in the most natural ways no matter how hard his mind rebelled.

"In," came the simple command from his 'handler'. Marcus looked up to see the open back of a small shipping trick, just big enough to fit himself inside. His paws were up on the low back, and with a heave and a flap of his wings he clambered inside, glaring daggers at the gryphon the whole way. The fucker just wore a smug grin, one that only made Marcus' fury burn even hotter. The gryphon must have noticed again, for the avian hybrid snickered at him, slamming the back doors of the van closed.

"No making any noises or trying to escape. You'll be quiet and behave both on the ride and once we open the doors again," came the muffled sound of the gryphon's voice. This time, with his adrenaline waning and his senses practically dormant in the dark, scentless back of the van, Marcus felt it. The faintest of tingles around the thing that had been snapped around his neck. Realization struck him like a bullet train to the head, and he tried to roar. His voice was silent, nothing but air escaping. His paws, however, did start to obey his commands to remove the collar-- but it was as if there was some sort of invisible forcefield around the damn thing. His claws got within a couple inches of the thing wrapped around his neck, but refused his orders to tug at it, to tear it free, undo the clasp. He struggled to pull the thing off, to maybe grind it against the wall to loosen the latch, but his body refused his orders at every turn.

Eventually, Marcus felt the rumble of the truck's engine revving to life. He continued to fight against whatever force was controlling him in this damnable collar, but at every turn he was stopped by his own body refusing to meet his demands. Eventually, the drake flopped down onto the cold, hard floor of the truck's cargo hold, panting and letting out silent, breathy growls. As his anger waned, boredom took over. The stress and anxiety - combined with the stress of work that day - claimed the dragon's sleepy mind in no time. As hard as he fought to stay awake, sleep washed over him.

'Whenever they wake me up, I'm painting the inside of this truck with their blood.' Marcus decided, moments before he drifted off for the final time. Despite his furious, resolute decision, though... he couldn't shake the faintest inklings of terror that he might not escape.

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2 - Seracen

A deep pothole made the truck jump, waking Marcus abruptly by throwing him against a wall. Confusion gripped him; for a moment he didn't know where he was, or why the world was dark. Then the memories came back and he growled, making another fruitless attempt to remove the collar from his neck. His claws simply would not obey and he gave up, having exhausted every other avenue earlier. Instead, he listened.

The smooth roads that they had been travelling as he fell asleep were gone. Now the truck bumped and rattled, clearly going over rough terrain. Marcus snarled as another sharp bump threw him to one side. Where were they? It felt like a country road, unsealed and maybe gravel. He could hear the sounds of stones hitting the metal of the truck.

Now that he was awake, he made every attempt to listen to what was happening, his heart beating hard in his chest. His kidnappers had said that he was to be a pet for their boss. Putting aside the troubling implications of those words, the collar around his neck was clearly magical and such a powerful artefact would not come cheap.

He froze as the truck began to slow, turning in a wide circle before coming to a gentle halt. Everything was silent. The dragon tensed, listening hard. Was that the sound of footsteps coming around? He readied himself, baring his teeth. He would strike as soon as they opened the doors and his kidnappers would see first-hand the damage a drake's claws and teeth could do. He would do it before they had a chance to speak and override his control magically.

Marcus never got the chance. As soon as the doors flew open, his body froze again and his lips lowered from their snarl. No! Marcus screamed in his mind, fighting the magic of the collar. Of course, they had been careful enough to tell him to behave when they opened the doors, preventing the exact type of attack he had planned. Instead of tearing them apart, his body stood meekly in front of the gryphon and the rodent.

"Good," the gryphon said, looking up at him. He shoved the rat. "See, I told you there was nothing to worry about. Step down."

The last part was directed at the drake and Marcus's body obeyed, jumping smoothly and nimbly to the ground. He took the chance to look around, no longer blinded by the truck. A huge mansion stretched before him, not even qualifying as a house. The truck had stopped on the middle of a wide, circular driveway that surrounded perfect lawns. The front yard at least was several acres and a forest began neatly at a wall in the distance.

The house itself was about six stories, as well as he could see from the outside. The front door was large even for a dragon such as Marcus, pillars flanking it. What kind of obscenely rich person lived here? "Follow," the gryphon said curtly, walking up a set of stairs to the entrance. Marcus followed involuntarily, hearing the rodent get into the truck and drive away with it, the gravel driveway crunching.

Holding open the door, the bird hybrid ushered him inside. Marcus would have stopped in awe if he had control. The mere entrance to the home was opulent to the point of ridiculousness. The walls and ceiling were richly carved and made from a dark wood that looked valuable. Priceless antiques lined the walls: a suit of burnished armour here, a painted vase there, even a marble bust of some ancient philosopher in the corner. It smelled little used, the air full of the scent of cleaning supplies but lacking in the smell of people. No one spent much time here.

The gryphon didn't seem to be distracted by the display of riches in front of him and let the door close, walking in front of Marcus. The order was still for him to follow, so he did. All of the doorways seemed to be sized in mind for a feral like him but that was normal in the kind of houses where the great and powerful lived. Such houses changed hands often and it increased the value to have it open for both kinds of people. Plus, Marcus thought, it would look super impressive from an anthro's perspective.

Led through several doors and hallways, the drake was soon lost in the massive building. The view from outside had only conveyed the mansion's breadth, not its depth. Despair settled over Marcus. On the slightest chance that the magic failed, he would have no hope of getting out of here quickly. Don't think like that, he told himself. It was best to stay positive.

"Wait here," the gryphon said, "and don't move." Marcus's body froze mid-step. He stood there like a statue in the stupid position, one front paw raised. He was surprised the gryphon didn't burst into flames at the strength of his glare. The gryphon disappeared inside a door that they had stopped in front of, closing it behind him.

Standing, looking straight ahead, he strained to hear what was happening beyond the door. He thought he heard the low murmur of voices but couldn't be sure he wasn't imagining it. The walls and doors here were thick and well made.

After a couple of minutes of his humiliating statue impression, the gryphon returned, beckoning with a finger. "Follow," he said, and Marcus's body obeyed the order, walking into the room. This one mimicked the rest of the house with its dark, carved wood but much time was obviously spent here. Soft couches and chairs were scattered around and a neat fireplace sat at the end of the room. The only technological thing in the room was an immense flat screen off to one side, taking up much of a wall.

The smell in here was more normal, like people actually lived in this room. Marcus's eyes found the room's occupants at once. Two anthro dragons were sitting directly opposite him, two chairs facing the door. One was a silvery male, the other a black female. Oddly for anthros, neither were wearing any clothes but the manner in which they sat was regal. It made the chairs look like thrones.

"Thank you," the dragoness said, raising a hand to the gryphon. "You may go now. You, pet, stay still." Marcus stiffened as the gryphon bowed, actually bowed, before leaving the room.

The male spoke up. "Do you like it? I thought a feral pet of our own would be a good present. I know how much you like his kind? Turn around!" The last part was directed at Marcus and the collar tingled. He began to rotate on the spot, flushing hard in anger and embarrassment. When he had done one full revolution, the dragoness spoke up.

"You may stop," the dragoness said but Marcus's body didn't obey her, continuing to turn. He saw her look at the other dragon. "Make him stop that."

"Stop and face us, pet," the silver said, and this time Marcus obeyed, forced to look at the pair of anthros in front of him. He stood and began to speak in his commanding voice. "I am Sekel and this is my wife, Sesathqu, not that our names matter that to you, pet. You have been brought here for our pleasure, a gift for Sesathqu. That collar around your neck will enforce your obedience, although it's our hope that you will not need it in the end."

Marcus growled, weakly, the only protest that he could make while frozen. He wasn't some thing_that could just be taken! It was only a tiny noise but he saw Sekel's face tighten a little and the anger in his voice was palpable. "While you are here," he continued, his voice a little rougher, with the hint of a snarl, "which will be the rest of your life, there are a few rules that you will obey at all times. _If, we ever permit you to speak, you will refer to me as Master and to Sesathqu as Mistress at all times. True names are for equals. On the other hand, you will always respond to Pet, or any other name we decide to give you. You will not leave this house unless ordered and you will not open any closed doors.

"You will respect our property. You will not allow anything to be damaged in this house. You will also harm no one, or act aggressively in any way unless ordered. And lastly, you will not cum without permission, nor masturbate in any way unless ordered. Any pleasure you receive will be as a reward, and is not your right."

The last command made Marcus's rage flair. Who did these insane people think they were? He heard Sesathqu giggle in her chair.

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3 - Neryn Vox

"Oh, Sek, you never were one to beat around the bush with the harder topics," the dark dragoness commented, only furthering the look of irritation on her husband's face. Marcus wasn't the only one with a pet name, then. The male anthro's discomfort was the only solace he received, though. The smug look on Marcus' face drew Sek's attention, and the silver dragon slammed his palms onto the armrests of his chair, standing tall. Sek certainly wasn't a push-over; his body was lean, but corded with muscle. There was an air of superiority about him, to, his body language demanding respect and compliance without a word needing to be spoken.

"Oh, stop with the huffing and puffing, hun. He was going to hear it at some point anyway. Let him be amused. He won't be laughing in a few days when--"

"No. He's already mocked me, and I don't want the surprise spoiled on top of that. Not only is his body a gift to you, but his mind. Everything about him is a toy for you to shape, to tease, to break down as you see fit. I may have my share of indulgences, and the collar is bound to my command above all others, but I'm leaving his... care up to you, my darling Sesathqu," Sekel replied, the change in tone and demeanor almost shocking. The wrath of a dragon, calmed in the instance by the sounds of his lover's voice. Marcus briefly wondered who was really in charge in this relationship, until...

"Speaking of..."

The silver dragon finally turned back to face Marcus, who had returned to his angry glares.

"You will obey my wife's command as if it were my own. You will also obey any of our staff although any orders given to you by anyone else cannot supercede hers, unless they are mine," Sek commanded, generating another tingle around Marcus' neck. He attempted to growl, or to spit in the anthro's face, but his jaws remained stubbornly closed under the collar's control. He couldn't try to remove the collar, couldn't snap at this... thing that was trying to steal his life from him, make him into something as lowly as a pet, no better than a dog.

Sekel seemed to see the continued glares, the soft puffs that were supposed to be growls. He just smiled and chuckled at his new pet, having the audacity to reach out and pet Marcus on the head, belittle him further.

"Look at the bright side, pet; you're going to experience a quality life you've never even dreamed of. You will eat only the finest foods, drink the best wines, sleep in the softest beds... Assuming you're a good boy. If you go out of your way to misbehave or circumvent our orders, there will be dire consequences."

While Sekel spoke, his hand trailed down Marcus' head, to his neck. Sek's final sentence went with a drag of sharp clawtips over the sensitive scales of the feral's neck, sending a soft shiver running down his spine. If they had total control of his body, he paled to imagine what they could make him do to himself... He had to escape, and fast.

"Oh? Plotting to escape already?" Sesathqu asked, much to Marcus' surprise. Both anthros just grinned at him, Sesa - as Marcus would later learn Sek called her - moving to stand with her mate.

"It seems you won't listen to reason, then. We cannot hear your thoughts, but there are certain... feelings, that the collar allows us to pick up on. When you disobey or think of doing something that would be a detriment to us, we will know. It will afford us better conditioning than standard methods ever could," Sek explained, building off his wife. Both anthros took a step toward him, and the previous command to remain still kept him from backpedaling like he wanted to. Conditioning? Like he would ever let that happen! He'd be gone before they woke u--

"There it is again, that rebellious streak. If you're so intent on breaking the rules, then you leave us no choice. We'll have to punish you," Sek sighed, looking to his wife. She looked back with a rather worrying look, her grin only growing.

"Dear, do you know what one of my favorite idioms is?" Sesa asked, her hand wandering down between her husband's legs. Her fingers shamelessly dipped into his male-slit, drawing a sharp breath from the taller drake, clearly catching him off-guard.

"Mmm... Already showing off in front of our pet? And you know I do, my sweet. 'Wù jí bì f?n'," Came Sek's reply after a moment of enjoying the pleasure, the edges of his male-slit starting to pinken from his growing arousal. His grin grew to reflect his lover's, and the two looked back at Marcus, making his worry grow.

"You are hereby free to wander the estate as you please. You may go wherever your heart desires, barring any breaking of rules, of course," Sekal informed him, once more warming the collar.

"But there is a catch. For your planning disobedience, there must be a punishment; Any time you think of escaping, you will start to masturbate, and will not stop for one hour. This punishment will stack. However, you are free to continue exploring while under the effects of this command, starting... now."

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4 - Seracen

The couple sat back down, Sesa's hand still playing over Sek's emerging cock. Marcus realised that he was free to move again and backed out of the room warily, just wanting to leave the crazy anthros behind. As soon as the doorframe passed by, he bounded out down the hall, out of sight of the room. His mind spun with the rules that they had told him. And the specified punishment. It was obscene! He thought the word 'escape', half daring the collar to act. Nothing happened. Perhaps he really needed to contemplate escaping for the order to activate.

It really was a mental effort, trying not to think of something. Marcus tried hard, examining the walls and floor in excruciating detail. It seemed to work, for the moment at least. Many of the doors along the hall were closed and he encountered the same problem when he reached for the doorknobs as he had when trying to remove the collar. His paws would halt in a perfect sphere around them, not allowing him to touch them and blocking the rooms beyond.

There was a set of stairs to his left, visible through a pair of double doors that had been left ajar. They were servant's stairs but they were wide enough for Marcus to ascend, although they were a little narrow for his feet. The hallway on the next floor was as richly decorated, but there were no antiques here. Again, many of the doors were closed. The only one that wasn't led to a small cupboard and there was nothing of use in there.

It was in the next hallway that he saw it. The mansion had a small patio area on the second floor, a glass wall separating it from the inside of the house. He could see a flight of stairs leading from the outside area to the ground. The glass door leading outside was open! A way out!

Marcus realised his mistake a moment too late, the collar tingling around his neck. Immediately, his body froze in the act of running, mere steps from the open door, dropping to the ground on his side. No, I won't, Marcus thought viciously, even as one of his paws moved to massage around his male-slit, making him shiver.

Very aware of all the glass windows right next to him, allowing anyone outside a perfect view of what was happening, Marcus watched as his cock slowly rose from his slit, pulsing gently in the air. A half-formed knot sat at the base and it was to there that his claw moved, squeezing gently. The dragon groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his body acted on the orders, his paw running up his shaft in a smooth stroke. Pre began to drip from his tip, running down over his claws as he did it again.

He couldn't stop but he found that he did have some control. He could control the speed and tightness of his claw, although he failed to release the grip altogether. Moving his paw faster, he soon forgot that he was being forced into this, feeling his slick claws sliding over his sensitive flesh. The orgasm that he was reluctantly driving himself towards was coming closer and his knot began to get larger, ready for the impending climax.

Marcus's other paw moved to that knot as he stroked faster and harder, squeezing the base of his cock. He was so close... On the verge of the orgasm, both of the drake's paws suddenly snatched themselves away, leaving his cock throbbing and dripping precum onto his belly. He whined, struggling to move a paw, his tail, anything! It felt like a single touch would send him over the edge, but his body was immobile.

After two minutes though, when the edge of his orgasm had receded somewhat, his claws moved again, resuming their stroking and squeezing along his cock. Utilising what little control he had, Marcus moved quickly, bringing himself back to the edge of climax for the second time. Again, his paws suddenly stopped their movements, dropping to his side.

It was then that he remembered that command to never cum unless ordered. He whined loudly; suddenly the command to masturbate not only seemed obscene, but cruel as well. He'd have to suffer an hour of edging? The next time that his paws returned to his length, he tried a new tactic. He moved slowly and lightly, using only the barest of touches to tease himself. It was infuriatingly unbearable but in a different way to the edging, and this time it took almost a quarter of an hour before he had to stop due to the impending orgasm.

How much time has passed? Marcus thought, agonised as he stopped for the fifth denied orgasm. It must end soon! Each time there seemed to be less and less time before he had to stop until he spent the last five minutes of his punishment just laying there, knowing that even the slightest touch would have made him cum but unable to provide it. His pre had made a mess of his scales and there was some on the floor too, his cock now dripping constantly.

A shiver ran through him as his muscles unlocked and the drake knew that he could again rise. Instead, he lay there for a couple of minutes more, waiting for his knot to deflate and his cock to withdraw back into its slit. It did, eventually, and only then did he get up, groaning. His groin felt backed up, churning with all of the seed that he wasn't allowed to spill. The slit between his legs was red and sensitive, courtesy of the lack of relief at the end of the hour, the worst hour he could remember in his life.

How is this fair? he thought angrily. Who can control what they think? He stopped himself from that train of thought as quickly as possible. The last thing that he needed was a repeat of that torturous time. Deciding to leave temptation behind, he hurried away from the glass and view of the outside world, back into the middle of the house.

He found the staircase again with a little difficulty but this time, it wasn't empty. A little anthro vixen in a maid's uniform was carrying a basket of washing. She smiled when she saw Marcus, not all scared, or even surprised, to see a feral dragon in the house wearing a collar. Marcus however froze when he saw her; he hadn't known there was anyone else in the house. Foolish really; the size of the house would make help necessary just to keep it in good repair.

"Well, hello," the vixen said, putting her basket down. Remembering that she had the ability to give him orders, Marcus began to hurry away but he was too late. "Stay there!" the vixen called out and he froze mid-step again. She walked around to his head, examining him with that smile again. "So you're the new pet then? Madame Sesa told me to take you to where you'll be sleeping. Follow!"

Leaving the basket behind, she went back the way she had came to the ground floor, Marcus following behind her helplessly. She, like the gryphon before, knew her way around and through the maze of rooms and hallways. They passed out of the main part of the house to where the servants normally worked. Here it was less richly furnished, although still nice. The vixen pointed into a room, the door of which had been left open. "Go in there and have a look around."

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5 - Neryn Vox

As much as Marcus wanted to explore more of the mansion, the collar forced him to obey. He padded into the cozy room, head panning and sweeping; there was a queen-sized bed sat beneath a bay window on the side opposite the door, a dresser to his immediate right against the front wall, a computer desk with a small TV and cable box sat atop it, and a door to into a bathroom he could comfortably use.

"The standard on-site help suite. You have access to all the standard channels, and that satchel you had is on the desk," the vixen explained, watching his forced exploration from the doorway. Marcus's eyes lit up at the mention of his bag, thoughts immediately jumping to his phone. Yes, he could call-- Ah, pizza delivery! Yeah! He could feel the collar start to tingle... but it seemed satisfied with his sub-par attempts at diverting his train of thought to stay within the bounds of the rules. He still hurried over to his bag, looking through for his things; wallet, notepad with story ideas, emergency condom... his phone! Marcus was quick to flick it open-- only to see that his SIM card had been removed. He couldn't place outgoing calls... but he did still have his messaging apps.

"You know that's probably bugged, right? The masters of the house will know everything you do on that. They're pretty thorough like that," the vixen chimed in, making Marcus rumble. Of course they were. He simply sighed and turned, looking about the room once again. Alright, he'd done as ordered, he wanted to get back to looking for esc-- especially nice places to lounge about. Yes, definitely.

But the vixen hadn't moved from the door. In fact, she was smiling at him... and that smile was growing as she entered the room. She brushed down some of the blankets on his new bed, stretched a bit... and then, much to Marcus' surprise, started to strip! He started to creep back towards the door, but she was faster, darting over to press it completely closed before resuming her casual strip. Damn it, she'd trapped him in here!

"No looking away, pet. I've got plans for you, just like the masters of the house do," the maid explained. Her proper attire was gone, set aside neatly on a chair Marcus had missed during his first look around the room, leaving just her undergarments: a skimpy bra and a pair of panties that seemed a bit too tight.

And with that order, Marcus was forced to keep watching. He couldn't close his eyes longer than was needed to blink, and neither his head nor his eyes would go anywhere that didn't have the vixen's form at least partially in his vision. He watched her start with the bras first, undoing the hooks at the back, easing it off her soft breasts. The feral drake could feel blood flowing back between his legs all too easily, his shaft already starting to poke free, head rapidly pushing out into the open air. His belly was still sticky with precum, and his shaft was slick with the same, having never gotten time to clean up. The maid just grinned at the sight, and set about the last piece of her clothing. It came off with a flick of her fingers, pushing her panties to the floor, exposing the front of her cleft to her ensorceled new toy.

"There, much better...You'd think working for people as kinky and rich as these two, you'd find plenty of people willing for a casual fuck, but I swear sometimes it feels like I'm the only other person in this mansion with a libido," she explained all too casually, sprawling out on her back atop the soft, downy blankets.

"And you, new pet, are going to help with that. Fuck me," the vixen commanded, plain, simple, and smug. Marcus' eyes went wide in both surprise and terror. His shaft had been getting harder faster than he could remember before, but now it practically shot to full length, throbbing between his hind legs. He shook his head and whined, grimacing and trying to resist, but the collar's command over his body was absolute, and thus, so was the vixen's.

Marcus sauntered casually over to the bed and kicked from the ground, landing atop it with a soft 'fwoosh' of air escaping the blanket. The vixen lay there before, legs spread, sex in full view. It was pink and already moist, Marcus could only watch and feel himself move towards it, press his nose against the soft folds. His deep 'drink' of her snatch filled his senses with her arousal, pheromones tickling at the one of the basest parts of his brain. His shaft gave a hard throb between his legs, and he could feel his knot starting to swell slightly just from all the hormones still coursing through his system from his hour long bout of torment.

"I saw your little show, by the way..." the maid commented, running her hands along Marcus' flanks, staring up into his worried face. "Or at least some of it. Making your masturbate, but not allowing you to cum? That's so cruel... and so very, very hot~ No risk of pregnancy, I get off knowing that you can't, and your balls get bluer. What's not to love?"

Marcus would have snapped at her had the collar allowed. Instead, he found his hind legs spreading a bit, and his hips starting to thrust lightly at the air in preparation for what he'd been ordered to do. He let out a soft whine between his lips, placing his forepaws on either side of the vixen's head, but she just pressed a single finger to his lips.

"None of that. I want you moaning and snarling and bliss, even when you're denied your release. I want you to really sound like you love being blueballed," she whispered, and like that, the disdain on Marcus's face melted away. Instead of whining louder still, the drake let out a hearty growl, one of pleasure. He felt his tip brush against the fur of the vixen's groin, and his body just continued to adjust. When he thrust forward this time, he hit his mark.

Both Marcus and the maid let out groans of pleasure. His shaft was proportionate to the rest of his body, clocking in at around a foot in length and fairly thick, but he was still a pretty tight fit for the female beneath him. She didn't seem to care, though, and took his size in stride, clenching down on the head of his shaft to make him quiver all over.

"Oooh, fffuuck yes, this is what I've been missing!" she gasped, arms wrapping tight around Marcus' neck. She panted and squirmed beneath the drake as he slowly pressed forward, internally trying to pull himself away, to stop before it lead to the frustration he'd felt before. On the outside, his tongue was already flopped out of his maw, a dreamy look on his face. He looked absolutely ridiculous, but it was exactly what his controller wanted. She just giggled up at his face, and in return, his body gave a sharp thrust forward, hilting down to his now fully inflated knot in the woman's nethers.

"That's it! Mmph, alright, get to work. Fuck me, pet. No cumming, just as we discussed~"

His body didn't waste any time. His shaft drew slowly back, soft ridges tickling at her flesh, before suddenly thrusting forward. Once more, the two both made heated noises, but his body repeated the motion again, faster this time. Over and over it went, shaft sliding back only to plunge forward, and before long he was pounding into the female beneath him at a steady, rhythmic pace. Marcus' nerves were alight with white-hot pleasure. It had been months since his last lay, and he was really feeling it. The difference in size only made things worse, the tightness of that clenching, almost milking tunnel making his eyes roll back into his skull. And not from the collar's control, either.

The vixen seemed to be enjoying herself as well. Her moans and grunts were softer than his own over-the-top noises, but he could tell he was being forced to do a good job. Her folds were velvety soft, pressing against his shaft in the most toe-curling ways. The constant clenching and quivering was working him over hard. Harder than he would have liked to admit. He could feel that familiar pressure starting to rise in his loins, his internal testes scrunching up in preparation. Hope blossomed in Marcus' chest. He was going to cum! There was no way she or the collar could do anything to stop him this ti--

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6 - Seracen

With a shudder, his body yanked his cock from the vixen. He fell to his knees, eyes squeezed shut as he felt the orgasm, just out of reach. So close...he moaned feeling the vixen's arousal and his own pre drip onto the floor. "Hey!" the vixen said. "I was almost ready to cum. Put that cock back in me and let's finish!"

Marcus expected the order to work but he didn't move. It seemed that the collar knew that to obey the maid was to cum and therefore disobey Sekel. It chose to obey Sekel. His cock twitched and pulsed in the air, his knot feeling incredibly hard at its base. The vixen seemed to realise what was wrong when he didn't obey.

"Hmph," she grumbled, looking down at him. "Fine. Finish me with your tongue and we'll call it a day."

This order he obeyed. His length still pulsing beneath him, Marcus pushed his muzzle between her thighs again. She moaned loudly, grasping at his horns as he began to lick dutifully at her sex, his tongue diving inside her and occasionally flicking across her clit. "That's it," she said breathily, arching into his touch. "Just like...THAT!"

She had obviously been very close when he had stopped fucking her because he had only been using his tongue for a minute or so. The vixen grabbed his horns, mashing her sex hard against the tip of his muzzle. Marcus could feel the rhythmic clenching of her sex and his nose was filled with her musky scent. She ground against his nose a couple of times, prolonging the climax, before pushing him away. His muzzle was wet with her juices and he had lowered it to wipe them off on the bed when she spoke again. "Stop!" she said. "Keep your muzzle wet; you can smell my pussy for the rest of the day. Maybe it'll remind you what to do during sex so you don't have to use that tongue."

The maid rose nimbly from the bed. Her thighs and crotch were sticky and wet but she didn't seem to care as she began pulling on her clothes again. Marcus whined; his cock had started to shrink again but it felt so sensitive that the simple movement of air over it made him shiver. His balls felt twice as large as they had been before he had come to this place, filled because of the relentless teasing. And he had only been here for less than two hours!

In a minute, the vixen was fully dressed again and Marcus foresaw a problem. When he tried to speak, the words stuck in his throat so he hurried over to the maid, standing right behind her as she reached the door. She looked at him in surprise, then smiled. "What if I left you in here? Just closed this on my way out, so you stay locked up in here? Would you try to escape?"

Marcus shook his head vigorously. She couldn't lock him in the tiny room for however long! He wanted out, he needed to get out! Away from here, away from this vixen and the life he didn't want here. He realised the danger of such thoughts a moment later, a tingle around his neck informing him that the mental line had been crossed. Not again!

No longer in control of himself, the drake rolled to his side. His cock hadn't even fully retracted into his slit yet, the tip still visible and slick with the vixen's lust and his own pre. This time, it wasn't his paws that moved but his tail. The slim tip curled around, tickling at his slit to draw his cock out. Marcus cursed the nimble tail as it formed a loop and wrapped around his knot, squeezing tightly. More precum flowed from his tip. He hadn't produced that much before the teasing, had he?

His traitorous tail began to move, coiling and squeezing around his cock, making it throb powerfully. Soon it was coated in a layer of slick pre and it was then that he realised that his cock was not the main objective this time. His tail, already lubed, curled even further, pressing its tip against his tailhole. No, he groaned helplessly. Marcus had had almost no experience back there, unable to suppress a shudder as the slim tip of his tail began to prise him open.

He gasped and whined, his cock becoming, if possible, even harder, as his tail pushed forwards. The end of it was slim but soon it began to thicken, spreading him still wider. He tried to relax but it was difficult. He wanted to clench down on his tail, force it out, but every time he tried, alien pleasure shot through him and he refrained. His precum was acting as an excellent lube, ensuring that the entry was quick and painless.

It was only when a last of the lubricated portion of his tail was lodged inside his ass did the real torture begin. Marcus was trying to acclimate to the stuffed feeling when his tail began to writhe and squirm inside him, pressing against something extraordinarily sensitive inside him. He gasped and a small jet of pre erupted from the tip of his cock, splashing into the puddle forming on his belly.

This was far, far worse than the forced masturbation hour earlier. He couldn't ignore the feeling of something in his tailhole, the unfamiliar and powerful sensations near impossible to tune out. And then there was that so very sensitive spot inside him. It was being hit every now and then by his tail and every time it made him moan and his cock jerk feebly. How could he survive and hour of this?

"I'm sorry to interrupt," a voice said waspishly, "but I have places to be. Fun though this is to watch, if you want out, come on out right now."

Marcus jumped, having completely forgotten that the vixen was still even there. She was looking down at him, holding the door open. He whined again, not wanting to be trapped in the small room until someone came for him. Getting to his feet was a struggle. His tail didn't stop its wriggling, not pulling out but staying the same distance within him, squirming incessantly. If standing up was hard, walking was even worse. He shuddered with every step, the motion seeming to encourage his tail even more. Marcus barely made it past the vixen before collapsing to the ground again, panting and whining. An orgasm was fast approaching and even though he knew what was happening, it didn't weaken the pleasure, nor the sensations less intense.

Predictably, his tail froze when his orgasm seemed within reach, simply staying inside him and not moving a muscle. The only part of him the moved was his cock, quietly bobbing with his heartbeat. "This is fun to watch," the vixen said, standing over him. "Maybe I'll ask Madame if I can have you for a night. That would be excellent..." Her voice trailed off as she walked away, leaving Marcus to deal with a dripping cock and a tailhole full of squirming limb.

When the hour was over, Marcus didn't remember much of it. It was all hazy, filled with more denials than he could count,everything overpowered by the horny feeling that had taken control of him. When his tail finally withdraw itself from his ass, he stood, feeling a little sore before blushing as he looked over himself. He was literally dripping with pre. Remembering the bathroom in his little room, he went there and cleaned himself off, careful not to accidentally knock a door closed. Being locked in the bathroom would be even worse than being locked in with the bed.

He felt a little better now that his scales were at least clean. He danced around the idea of escape, ruefully admitting that Master's idea of conditioning was working. Marcus stopped dead. What had he called him? Master? He remembered the anthro dragon's real name, didn't he? He tried to think on it but the only word that he came up with was 'Master'. A little unsettled, he tried to think of the anthro dragoness's name. Again, her true name escaped him, slipping from his grasp before he could catch it. The only name he had in his mind was Mistress? Was this another part of the magic, twisting his mind?

Marcus calmed himself. If Master and Mistress had had the power to change his mind that much, they wouldn't be bothering with the training and punishments. No, this was just a side-effect from the order to call them that, nothing else.

The search through the house began again but this time, Marcus's cock refused to soften and hide in his slit. Perhaps it was the constant smell of the vixen's sex in his nose, or the relentless teasing that he had been through today, but his cock swung beneath him as he walked, the knot half formed. He was still dripping precum, leaving a trail behind him through the house, not that he cared. He thought for a moment on the order not to harm the house then dismissed it. His pre wouldn't harm anything.

Another set of stairs appeared, this time leading down. Marcus looked at them curiously; he was on the ground floor so this house must have a basement, probably a large one. It might even be a good place to hide for a while, figure out a plan to -- _No!_Marcus told himself firmly, distracting himself. He couldn't finish that thought. Still, the cellar might be worth a look.

The stairs were steep and he felt a little unsteady going down them headfirst but reached the bottom safely. Even through the sweet smell of the vixen, Marcus could smell the place. It was a mixture of old dust, wine and something else. He itched to wipe his nose, to get her scent out so he could use one of his most important senses but her command held fast, not allowing the action.

Spying a light switch on the wall, he flicked it with his tail and bare bulbs glowed to life. 'Basement' was not the appropriate word for this underground space; 'catacombs' may have been more accurate. It was a medium sized room filled with wine racks but there were rough tunnels leading off into darkness. The unknown scent was coming from one of them and, interested, he decided to investigate.

The scent he was following was acrid and powerful. It was familiar but he couldn't recognise it, perhaps because of vixen scent. The tunnel was short and ended suddenly, a dark room beyond. The smell was even stronger here, almost overpowering in its intensity. Seeing another light switch on the wall, Marcus lit the room, immediately wishing he hadn't.

It was a dungeon, and a sex dungeon at that. Contraptions of steel spotted the large room, made to force a feral or anthro into different positions and keep them there. Along every wall, pegs had been fitted and a variety of things hung from them: gags, blindfolds, hoods, dildos, paddles, whips, butt plugs, and a hundred other things that Marcus either didn't recognise or couldn't see properly. He recognised the smell now that he saw the source: rubber, leather and silicone.

There was a grating sound from behind and Marcus spun around in time to see a metal grate door swinging shut. He ran at it but it closed a moment before he reached it. It didn't lock but with the handle, it might as well have been. He couldn't open it either way. There was a motorised arm attached to the wall and the door so it was easy to see how it had closed. The drake had the sneaking suspicion that there were cameras hidden in the dark corners of the room. He flushed at the thought of being recorded, especially in this place and with what his 'owners' would probably have planned.

"Well, well," a voice said from behind him. "Look who found the dungeon. Much more quickly than I expected too." Marcus spun so fast he almost overbalanced. Mistress was walking towards him from the other end of the room. He shivered and pressed himself against the metal grating as she stood in front of him.

"I guess that means that you want to play, hmm?"

Marcus shook his head vigorously but Sesa only laughed. "Come," she said, beckoning with a finger. The drake followed, helpless to resist. He was led to one of the contraptions in the dungeon. It was made of brushed steel with many complicated looking arms, hinges and leather straps.

Sesa ordered him into it, giving directions for Marcus to put a limb here or to stretch there. With every order, she latched a buckle around him, incrementally restraining the dragon. He was furious at the slow bondage, unable to help it as his Mistress slowly made it more inescapable.

When she was done, Marcus was laying on his back in a partially-upright position. The steel frame had forced him belly up with tail and hind legs extended away from his body while his front legs were bound next to his chest. His neck and head were free, allowing him to look around and see what Sesa was doing. It didn't look good; the position made his still-erect cock easily available to her. As well as his tailhole, Marcus realised with a chill.

The dragoness ran a finger down his length, making the drake moan and shiver. He tried to thrust into the touch but there were straps across his belly that kept him immobilised. "You look so needy," she giggled, licking the pre from her finger. "Tell me, how many times have you masturbated today?"

"Twice, Mistress," Marcus's mouth said of its own accord.

"I see." She leaned in closer and sniffed at his muzzle. "And I detect that you entertained one of my maids. I bet you can still smell her."

It wasn't a question but Marcus nodded anyway. It was true; the vixen was still strong in his nostrils. With a whine, he thought of the sex between her legs, the way it had gripped his cock, how her walls had rippled around him...more pre splattered his stomach and he whined.

"Enough of that," Sesa said brusquely, walking over to a wall and out of the dragon's vision. She returned a moment later, holding what looked like a dildo connected to a harness. "Open," she said, holding its length to his lips. He realised what it was then but had to obey. The penis gag filled his mouth, muffling any noises he sought to make and the muzzle locked it in there, ensuring he couldn't spit the humiliating thing out. "Good, now you won't be distracting."

Her hand returned to his cock, stroking it with her fingertips. "I'd like to play a game with you," she said. She gripped a little harder, even sliding down to squeeze at his knot. Marcus's moans were muffled by the gag but he moaned anyway, feeling his length twitch in her grasp. "Do you want to play? Think carefully: if you win, you get to cum. Lose, and there'll be a punishment you really want to avoid."

He found himself nodding, without the collar. Whatever she wanted, he'd do if she kept touching his throbbing cock. He was so horny, he needed to cum. "Excellent," came the whisper and his knot got an extra hard squeeze as a reward.

She moved away again and what she brought back made Marcus's eyes widen. In one hand was a bottle, in the other a large butt plug with a switch at the bottom. The fact that his tailhole was so vulnerable was painfully obvious at that moment. His mistress put the plug down but it was only to pick up the bottle. She upended it and squirted a liberal amount of the cold contents around his hole. Marcus flinched at the cold feeling but not as much as when she smeared the lube around with her finger before pressing against his tailhole lightly. Marcus's position gave him a perfect view as he felt the ring of muscle give way beneath her digit. If it was even possible, his cock got harder as she wriggled it around inside him, occasionally bringing it out to collect for lube.

Once his tailhole was slick and ready, she picked up the butt plug again. It wasn't small, with a large, bulbous tip that narrowed near the base before flaring out again. This was the part that he had been dreading, even though his own tail had been there not even an hour ago.

"Take it like a good pet," Sesa cooed, pressing the tip against him. She pushed firmly and Marcus gasped through his nose as he felt himself being spread. He tried to relax, the lube helping things along until the widest part was inside him, the rest getting sucked into until only the brightly coloured base was outside him.

Shifting uncomfortably, he felt that weirdly thrilling feeling of being full, although the base of the toy contrasting so drastically with his scales made a flush of embarrassment run through him. He saw the button on the end, almost wanting it to be pressed, feeling his cock strain all the more. The wish was quickly granted. One of Sesa's fingers tapped the button, forcing the plug a little deeper into him as she did so. Almost immediately, a weak buzzing made his sensitive flesh vibrate.

The drake jumped and moaned through the gag. It felt nice, though nowhere near enough to bring him to an orgasm. If anything, it only made the need he was feeling worse. The button was pressed once more, then again twice in quick succession. The first press increased the strength of the vibrations, making him tense and try to thrust again. The second increased the plug's buzzing yet again, so strong that he was sure he would get to cum any second! And the third press turned it off completely, making him whine as best he could through the phallic shape between his jaws.

"Here's the game. You have permission to cum; I'm granting it to you for the next hour. Lie back." A thrill went through Marcus's body. He could cum! The collar made him lie his head and neck back so that he was looking upside down at a section of ceiling. More straps covered his neck and head, to ensure that was completely immobilised.

He felt the button on the plug in his tailhole get pressed again, buzzing on the lowest setting. It was incredibly teasing but frustratingly weak, and made all the worse by how sensitive he was getting there. "The game," Sesa continued, "is that if you can manage to make yourself cum in the next hour, you win and you'll have had your orgasm as a prize. But, you'll only have the plug on the lowest setting and I won't be here to touch that pretty cock of yours. Otherwise, you'll have to bear my punishment, and I can be quite...imaginative."

Marcus could hear the smile in her voice as she walked away and he cried out through the gag. He'd been tricked! His cock strained and leaked precum all over him but there was no way that he was going to manage to cum with only the gentle vibe in his tailhole. It wasn't fair!

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7 - Neryn Vox

Marcus thought he had it bad before, but this? This was torture. The shaped plug constantly pressed against his prostate, a gland that had never once received stimulation before this very day. He was a proud dragon, why would he ever allow someone to touch him there, of all places? Perhaps it would have been a better idea to swallow his pride. He'd at least be used to something like this if he had. As it stood, there was nothing the bound feral could do but moan into the faux shaft in his muzzle.

Marcus couldn't think of anything but sex, of the stimulation in his rear. There was nothing else for him to see; just an empty room with more bondage equipment, sex toys, things he couldn't recognize but was sure they were to be used for a dubious purpose. The scent of the vixen was still clinging to his muzzle, and with that toy ceaselessly vibrating in his rear, it was impossible to focus on anything else. He struggled as hard as he could in his bindings, clenched down on that invading toy, tried to up the pleasure... But it was never enough. He couldn't escape his bonds, couldn't get any more stimulation. His knot constantly pulsed and flared, and much to his shock, he could feel things shifting beneath his slit.

Managing to find the energy to raise his head the little the straps allowed, Marcus groaned with a mixture of dread and carnal need; his testes - normally internal, unless he was around a female in heat - were descending from their cavity and into a soft, plump sack. They ached with need, and Marcus' wild thrusts into the air made the sensitive spuds bounce around, only teasing him further. The drake had heard rumors of something like this happening to males that got backed up enough, but he'd only ever blown them off as rumors. Now that he was experiencing it first hand, he had little doubt Master and Mistress would be quite pleased by this surprise.

In the end, Marcus eventually 'tuned out'. His eyes glazed over, his grunts and moans grew quieter but more frequent, and his hips burned from his constant, needy thrusting into the air. His mind was lost beneath a sea of lust, of unending need. Coherent thoughts were few and far between, and when he was lucid, all he could think of was how he might make himself cum.

Unseen, his new owners were watching. Sesathqu rumbled in amusement beneath her husband, who was currently knotted within her. They'd been enjoying watching their pet to the point that they both needed a bit of 'relief' themselves, sharing in it with one another. The female gave a hard clench upon her mate's shaft. The silver male grunted, a shiver running up his spine, and he pulled his wife closer.

"Are you enjoying your anniversary gift, dear?" he asked, though they both knew the question was mostly rhetorical.

"Of course, my love. You're always so thoughtful every year... but I have to say, you've really outdone yourself this time." Sesa replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Let's just hope his feral lineage helps him last longer than the previous 'pet' you got me."