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I'm not sure what's come over me, but I cannot stop writing these two. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

If you have not, read the first story; this one leads directly from it.

Most of this is story progression and I hope it's as fun for you as the fucking at the end.

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Rhix left Narva where she was for the moment. Doubtless she'd need a little time to recover before they got on the move. He took that time to more fully inspect the room, but was disappointed to learn that there wasn't much to find. The nearby surrounding chambers were similarly deserted, little more than the musty old catacomb he'd anticipated them to be from the start. So what was the story with the cultists? They didn't live here? Where were they from?

Returning to the chamber, he could only smirk as he observed the naked form of his new slave, Narva. Like him, she was a mercenary. Or she had been up until recently. Unlike him, she was a kobold. He was a lizardfolk; twice the height and weight by volume, most of it corded muscle under thick green scales and rough hide. Her body was more feminine and brown-scaled. He and she were both naked, as he'd only just finished breaking her in.

Her eyes turned up to him. For the moment they were unfocused, peering at him. "Hello," he said. "Still with me?" His snarky grin was met with a ferocious glare, and his grin only grew wider. "Excellent. Let's look into getting you down, hm?"

She could only hover there in the hazy blue field of magical energy that held her suspended. He looked at the trio of plinths that surrounded her, engraved with eldritch runes that glowed faintly in the dim light of the torchlit chamber. He was not entirely unfamiliar with magic. Hardly a practitioner, he'd been in the general proximity of magical goings-on and felt that he had at least a decent handle on how it all worked. Nothing for free, price to pay, delicate balanced, blah blah blah. One thing was universal: magic was a highly complex system unfriendly to sudden shifts in makeup and violations of best-practice.

Armed with this understanding, he gave the plinths a good hard kicking.

They'd been recently erected (not unlike himself!, he thought with a snide self-satisfied chuckle) and collapsed under the force of his blows. The field died, and the kobold grunted as she was dropped unceremoniously onto her chest and face. Rhix winced. Okay, maybe he should have put something soft underneath her.

"Ooh," he said, scratching his neck. "Sorry."

From her place on the floor, Narva turned her head to glare hatefully at him. She didn't say anything, of course, because prior to fucking her brains out just moments ago, Rhix had stuffed her mouth with her own underwear and had belted it into place.

"Don't give me that look," he said, "I could have been much meaner. Female mercenary, out here in this world with this job, all with that tight cunny between your legs, like you didn't expect anyone to have a go at it once they got their hands on you. You know what? I don't have to explain myself to you! Stand up!"

The green gem on his silver bracelet flashed for a moment; the matching gem on her silver collar flashed at the same moment. They were not very luminous, but seeing as they idled at a dull emerald in color, the lime-green momentary illumination was plenty noticeable. Without a moment's hesitation, Narva was grunting, squirming, getting her feet under her and standing up; difficult to do with her hands bound behind her back.

This presented Rhix with a deeply fun and erotic tableau to appreciate. Narva was once a much-maligned rival of his, now laden with his seed fore and aft, bare-ass naked and struggling to stand before him, exposed and helpless, on his command. Were he not so spent in that moment, it'd likely arouse him, but for now his member was taking a break back in his scaly sheath.

Once she was on her feet, he took notice of her bewildered expression. He crossed his arms, smugly. "Interesting, hm?" he said. "Hop up and down, twice."

The kobold grunted, managing to leap up and down, twice, as commanded. Her bewildered expression deepened. Her eyes met his and there was a flash of desperate panic. Rhix laughed. "Oh, yes. Remain silent until told otherwise," he said, moving around behind her. He picked up a discarded cultist knife and used it to release her bound wrists, and then he undid the belt holding her underwear gag in place. He pulled the fabric out and tossed it into the shadows and dropped the blade to the floor with a clatter.

"Bend over and spread your ass cheeks, and keep that tail up," he said, the gems on his bracelet and her collar glowing a moment. She obeyed, bending forward and flagging her tail, grabbing her firm round ass and parting it to give him a great view of the pussy he'd just claimed, and the panic-clenching tailhole he would soon enough. He heard her gasp as the realization set in. He saw no need to stop now. "Turn, get on your hands and knees, and place a little kiss on each of my feet, slave." The gems glowed.

She once again obeyed, wide-eyed in disbelief, as she turned, slipped down into a low bow, and daintily placed a little smooth on eat scaly foot.

"Good girl," he praised, and he could see her shudder at that. "Stand back up. Haha. Good girl! What do you think of that?"

There was a moment of silence as she stared at him; he started back. "Oh, uh, speak, you can speak again," he added.

"A MIND CONTROL COLLAR?!" she barked at him, erupting in fury.

"Something like it," he said, chuckling, "A slave collar. Meant to make you a perfectly obedient little slave to your master, who is me."

Narva's expression darkened into a more pure and focused brand of offended fury. "I am NOT a ssss-!" All at once it was as though her throat locked up and she gagged on her own tongue. Rhix crossed his arms and watched her with amusement as the little gem in her collar glowed for just a moment. "I said," she said, in a more measured tone, "I'm not a sss-!" She grabbed her own mouth, a look of panicked bemusement on her face.

"One of the collar's little features," Rhix explained, giddily. "You can't lie to me. And that's not all you c- EEK!" He yelped suddenly as she flew at him, somehow managing to scoop up one of the discarded knives on approach. So fast! She moved as a blur, like a pouncing panther! And yet, the blade stopped well short of his flesh. She stumbled, made a discomforted face, and the weapon tumbled awkward from her fingers.

Rhix blew out a breath, half chuckling as a momentary spike of adrenaline worked its way out of his system, his head frill, having extended in his surprise, flattening once more; his tail snapped behind him. "Can't attack me, either. Whew. Scared me for a moment, there."

"You asshole!" she shrieked at him.

"Hey now, watch that tone with me, slave."

"You raped me!"

"Tut tut," Rhix playfully scolded her, wagging a finger in front of her nose. "You can't rape your property."

"You raped me," she repeated. Rhix scowled.

"Nonsense, you're a slave, you don't have rights."

Despite her white-hot fury, inspiration flashed in Narva's eyes. "The collar let me say you raped me."

"Aha well, you see," Rhix said, "You see about that," he added. "The thing is about that, you see, aha, is, um, shut up. Shut the fuck up."

The green gem flashed in Narva's collar and she didn't say anything more. Rhix straightened up, feeling a little mollified at being outmaneuvered so easily by someone he'd just finished cumming in. "Let's lay down some ground rules. First, you are to remain naked unless I specifically permit you to wear clothes. Second, you are to append any statement directed at or to or about me with 'master', or 'sir'. Actually, on second thought, that might get annoying, so, make an effort to mix it in, just not all the time. More often than not. Third, you will never make an effort to conceal your body from me. No covering your pussy with your hands or ass with your tail. If you face away from me, you will lift your tail just enough that your nice, perky little ass is always visible to me. Okay? I think that's a good start." He grinned, amused by how her gem glowed a little with every new command.

After a moment of frigid silence he coughed and said, "Right, uh, you can talk again."

"Let me put on clothes," she said, immediately, her voice solid ice. "Master."

"Oh my gods!" he exclaimed, hands on his head. "No! Slaves don't wear clothes!"

"I'll get cold!"

"Right! Okay! Well, if the weather is cold, I'll tell you to wear clothes."

"Let me put on clothes," she insisted, "sir. It's embarrassing."

"That's the point!" he implored, leaning down and gesturing at her with both hands. "You're supposed to be embarrassed, that's erotic, for me, and I like humiliating you, because you're a horrible bitch, that's the point!"

"And you're a rapist!" she barked back at him.

"Don't call me a rapist again!" he snapped at her, and the gem glowed green for a moment. She stared at him, smoldering, and then turned to face away from him. Her head dipped a little lower in shame as her tail flagged up so he could see her bare asscheeks.

"Nice," he said.

"Fuck you, master!" she shouted at him, stalking away.

Rhix merely snorted at her. He had better things to do than bicker. Time to get dressed and get her outside to mind the camp while he worked on clearing out the rest of the catacombs.

As he pulled his trousers back on and looked around for his discarded gear, he noticed her crouched low to the ground, inspecting an empty glass bottle. "What are you looking at?"

"A glass bottle," she replied.

"I can see that," he said.

"Then why did you ask, master?" she replied, in a light, mocking tone.

Rhix grit his teeth. "Why," he intoned, "are you taking an interest in that glass bottle?"

"Because one of the cultists drank it right before you burst in and killed everyone. I'm wondering what it did."

"Well," Rhix said, smugly, "it wasn't a 'can't die to sword stabbing' potion, we know that much." Narva rolled her eyes and tossed the bottle, where it broke somewhere out of sight.

Finally recovering all of his things, he clicked his claws. "Here, slave!" he declared, and couldn't help but wear a huge grin as she scampered obediently over to him. The look of smoldering impotent indignation on her face was to be cherished. He tucked the tome he'd recovered into his bag, patting it a moment and said, "Follow me; you'll mind my camp while I clear the rest of this place, then you're going to help me drag these bodies out and bury them."

"They look very heavy, master," she responded, as they walked past the pile and back into the murky hallways; Rhix grabbed a torch from the wall.

"So?"

"So I won't be able to drag them. Too heavy."

He looked over at her, frowning. "What the fuck? You're a mercenary. You can't-"

"Master," she replied, "I weigh eighty pounds. A couple of them are nearly three times that. Maybe you should have collared a minotaur if you wanted grunt labor done. This is why I took work where I stab people, instead of working in a quarry, master, you idiot, sir."

She winced as his tail snapped around and cracked her across the ass, making her skip a few steps.

"Ow!"

"I'm not a big fan of your tone. You're pretty uppity for someone who was squealing into her own undies as I painted her eggchamber."

"Did you think raping me would make me want to be more respectful to you? I hope you die, and soon."

"Well bad luck there, cunt, because I'm going to live forever," he said, as the hallways began to glow with faint daylight. He led her along, approaching the exit to the catacombs. Narva walked in sullen silence, eyes to the floor.

She collided with him as Rhix rapidly scurried backwards and clung to the wall.

"Eh?!" she uttered, but Rhix grabbed her by the face, clamping her mouth shut and pulled her to his side.

"What the fuuuuuck?" he hissed, softly. "There's humans at my camp!"

"Mh?" Narva uttered.

Rhix edged closer to the corner, trying to stay in the shadows as he peered outside. Sure enough, there were nearly two dozen large, armored men. Their steel plate armor gleamed, their cloaks a silken white, with a sigil of a blue star shooting skyward on their capes and shields.

He retreated back into the gloom. "Star Knights!" he hissed. "What the fuck? Why are they here? Why are they looking at my stuff?"

He looked down at Narva; she was looking away with a guilty expression. Rhix frowned. Narva looked up at him, and for just a moment her eyes were meekly apologetic, before she looked away again.

"Narva?" he asked, taking his hand from her mouth.

"Mhm," she replied, softly.

"Why are there Star Knights rifling through my things, Narva?"

"Well," she replied, touching the tips of her index fingers together. "They're probably here for me."

"Why do you have Star Knights after you, Narva?"

"Murder, probably, master," she replied.

"Well, you're fucked!" Rhix replied, gleefully. "Oh well! Would have been nice to keep you around as a slave, but eh, damaged goods, you know? 'Possession of stolen property' or 'harboring a fugitive', you know? Eh, oh well, haha, so long-"

"Turn me in and I will tell them you enslaved me, sir."

This stopped Rhix in his tracks, his eyes staring ahead of him, unfocused, mind afire. Star Knights were the worst. Moral absolutists, religious freaks, and worse yet, heavily armed, highly trained and well funded. Rhix was excellent at killing opponents whose most pitched battles in life have been fought squatting over a bucket after eating some bad cheese. He was not a match for two Star Knights, let alone a company. They'd reduce him to soup in seconds.

And they did not very much tolerate slavers.

"Guess you need to die, then! Hold still and don't make a sound."

Narva's eyes went wide, her mouth opened in shock, but she did what she was told. She stood like a statue as Rhix put his hand on the hilt of his blade. "Sorry," he went on, "just can't have that kind of trouble, I'll just say the cultists gang-raped and killed you, found you here, they'll leave me alone." He stood like that, unmoving, for a moment. "Yup, just need to kill you, real quick, over in seconds, nothing to fret about."

More silence, more not moving from either of them. Rhix's eye twitched. "Yup. Just gotta... draw the ol' sword, here. Done it a thousand times. Easy. Just gonna. Yup. Draw the... draw it... nnngh."

Rhix twisted at the hip, rolled his shoulders, ground his teeth. His hand left the blade.

"On second thought let's you and me run away, how about that?" he asked, his voice manic, and he started running. Then he stopped and said, "Uh, you can move again! And talk!"

As the two of them sprinted down the dank corridors, Narva hissed: "You absolute fucking asshole, master, you fucking jackass, you were going to kill me!"

"But I didn't!" he replied. He thought he heard steel moving near the catacomb's entrance. He ran faster, and was impressed to see Narva easily keeping pace.

"Why not?" she barked at him.

"I don't know! There's another way out of here, right?"

"How would I know that, master?" Narva hissed at him.

"Oh I don't know I just thought you might be useful for something, my mistake!"

"You! Put the collar! On me!" she shrieked at him as they tore down the hallways, past the ritual chamber and into the unknown. Rhix had no idea how deep the catacombs went, but there had to be another way out. How else would the air circulate?

"Argue about this later!" he hissed back. "If either of us don't get out of here we're both fucked so come on!"

"Come on?!" she yelled back. "Why are you acting like a leader? You don't know where we're going! You're just improvising! All the time! Master!"

Rhix ignored her. The torch only illuminated so far ahead with any clarity, each twist and turn taken on impulse alone. He turned down one hallways but stopped short as a small hand grabbed his tail. "This way!" she hissed.

"Why that way, I thought you didn't-"

"My kind comes from the caves!" she hissed back at him. "I can smell it, this way!"

Rhix hesitated for only a moment before turning to follow her. This was true, he had to admit; kobolds were denizens of the mountain tunnels, known for springing from the earth below to conduct raids, retreated into dank and claustrophobic caverns to avoid capture. It stood to reason she could navigate in the darkness better than he.

It amused him all the same to see her somewhat awkward gait, as now that she was in front of him, she was trying to run while also keeping her tail up.

After a couple turns, even he could smell it. Something fresher on the air. And then he heard it; the sound of running water.

It was an underground stream. Whoever had built the catacombs had constructed a series of chambers that ran alongside its flow. One was clearly designed to siphon some of the water for drinking and other purposes. The downstream chambers were privies. Of course, why wouldn't they be?

"We follow the water, sir," she hissed at him.

"But this is the last chamber," he replied, the river disappearing into the smoothed rock.

"Mhm," she said, her hate for him in her eyes burning with nearly more illumination and brilliance than his torch. "Well spotted, master, very good."

"You mean, we get in the water. That's what you mean."

She nodded.

"In the pitch black icy water of an underground river."

More nodding.

"To wherever it leads. Into the inky black."

Still more nodding.

"What if we drown?"

"Then we will be dead," she replied, patiently, as if she were speaking to a child. "Master."

He narrowed his eyes at her. "What if it empties into an underground lake?"

"Probably doesn't."

"Why?"

She looked at him as if he were mad. "Because fresh air is coming out from downstream." She stared at his blank expression. "Master, you can't smell that?"

"No," he admitted. She rolled her eyes.

"I pity your mongrel biology," she said. "Well, there's fresh air, so it probably empties out into the aboveground."

"What if it empties into a waterfall?"

"Can you fly, master?"

"No."

"A pity," she said, watching him. After a moment of silence. "Are you impervious to steel?" she asked, and when he merely glared at her, she pointed past him. "There is definitely steel that way," she patiently explained, and then pointed at the river, "and there is maybe, maybe not, a waterfall that way. We are standing here with the choice of one or the other. I cannot more simply explain the situation than that, master, sir, you fucking dumbass."

He bonked her on the head with his fist; she yelped and covered her head. "When we get away from these knights," he snarled at her, "all that sass is going to cost you your ass. Know that."

The sound of boots and distant shouting nearly made him jump out of his scales. He gripped his bag tightly with his arms. The book was inside! He hoped the journey was a short one. "Follow me," he snarled, and slipped into the water.

It would take him some time, later in life, to process the trauma of the journey. The total darkness, the icy grip of the water. Now and then he'd bounce off some protruberance, and a yelp of pain only welcomed water into his lungs. There were times where there was simply too little room between the water and stone to breathe, and he simply had to hope he would pass through a more hollowed-out chamber to grab a desperate breath or two. Water rushed in his ear holes, his body was tossed this way and that. It felt like it lasted a thousand years.

In reality it was two or three minutes.

He was unceremoniously spat out of the hillside and deposited into an icy-cold pool. Gasping, flailing, he managed to swim his way to the shore. They were deep in the forest; the shore was a tangle of roots and stones. Clamoring over them, he rolled to his back amidst bracken and ferns and tangled vines, gulping air.

A nearby coughing and sputtering aroused his attention. He sat up to observe Narva, body glistening, climbing up onto the shore near to him. Rhix was soaked through, every item he owned dripping wet; for the moment, he was jealous to see the water simply running off her scales.

He took his eyes off her to stare at the waterfall. There was no way the Star Knights would pursue them that way. But if they were smart - and they were - they would simply explore the surrounding area for the river's outlet.

"We have to move," he said. "Come on."

Narva wordlessly followed him as Rhix morosely plodded into the undergrowth.

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A few miles of walking in silence later and it was coming on later afternoon. Some ancient storm had blown over a few old, tall pines, creating something of a convenient clearing. Rhix sat on the overturned trunk of the long-dead fallen tree, arms slug over his knees, panting for breath. Narva sat a ways away from him. He looked up at her, and said, "Sit near me." She grumbled, but obeyed.

Rhix took stock of his things. Opening his bag, he set down the book; it had been waterlogged, though it was drying a little bit. He had emergency food provisions; it'd stave off hunger pains for a day or two. His coin pouch. It occurred to him that the Star Knights were in control of the city where he'd banked the rest of his liquid assets. So that was out of the question as long as he had her around him. Fuck!

Out of the corner of his eye he saw her pick up the book and open it. "If you're looking for how the collar works, it's near to the middle," he said, "Go ahead and read it out loud, it'll be instructive."

"The beginning and end of the book are ruined," she replied, flipping waterlogged pages. "Only the middle bit was dry enough to not get completely smudged, master."

Rhix sighed. "Well, it is what it is. Read. I'll try and get a fire going."

Narva flipped a few pages, a sour look on her face. "Okay, the rules. The collared must obey any direct command issued by the wearer of the bracelet, the 'master'."

"That's me!" Rhix said, in bittersweet tones.

"Indeed, master," Narva mockingly replied. "The collared and the master may not move more than fifty yards from each other or else be compelled to return."

"I think you read that wrong," Rhix said, frowning, mid-wood-gathering. "I thought it said-"

"I cannot lie with this stupid fucking thing on, master, or did you forget?"

"Wait a second!" Rhix snarled, dropping the wood. "Are you telling me we can't move away from EACH OTHER? I have to stay close to YOU, too? I thought-"

"Didn't you read this before you put this on me, sir?" Narva barked at him.

"I mean," Rhix said, tail flicking, gesturing vaguely with his hand, "I skimmed it, sure-"

"The collared," Narva went on, sourly, "may not communicate anything to the master through any means or medium that the collared believes or suspects to be untrue. Hm. So I can lie to you, I just have to believe the lie, that's interesting." Rhix made an unhappy sound, but Narva soldiered on. "The collared may not harm, or through inaction cause harm to the master, against the will of the master."

"Naturally," said Rhix, picking up sticks. "You cannot attack me or get anyone else to, stands to reason."

"The collared cannot remove the collar themselves, nor may they kill themselves, nor may they harm themselves in such a way as to jeopardize the covenant. The master may not remove the collar or bracelet, nor may the master kill or through inaction or intentional command cause the death of the collared until the covenant is fulfilled," Narva read. There was a moment of awkward silence. Rhix coughed.

"Say again?"

"It sounds," Narva said, slowly, "like neither you nor I can remove these things until we do something."

"What covenant? Keep reading."

"Uh."

Rhix stopped, standing straight, staring into the woods. "What do you mean, 'uh'?"

"Well," Narva said, hesitantly, "you see, the water damage gets pretty bad, and-"

"Mhm," Rhix said. "Can't read it, can you? All smudged, I imagine."

"All smudged, master."

Rhix set the sticks down, carefully, and visually inspected the bracelet. When he'd put it on, there had been a very clear and obvious seam and hinge, where the bracelet could be opened, and then linked shut. But now, looking at it, all he saw was a solid band of silver. He took it in his opposite hand and found he could slide it up his arm, the metal bizarrely adjusting to the contours of his limb all the way to the shoulder, where it stuck. He slid it down to his wrist, where it too suddenly stuck just before the expanse of his hand.

"Oh," he said. "Oh no."

"I'm going to kill you," Narva said.

Rhix rounded on her. "No," he hissed, "you're not, you little fucking cunt, you're my slave and besides, the book made it clear, you cannot harm me, no matter what."

"I'll find a way," she darkly promised.

"Oh, will you?" Rhix snarled, advancing on her. "Is that so? Here, then." He yanked the dagger free from his belt and tossed it to her; she caught the blade by the handle with graceful ease that only made him angrier. He slapped his hand down on the log by her hip. "Go ahead", he snarled at her. "Stab my hand, you little slut, see how that goes for you."

The gem in the collar flashed. Narva gave him a blank look. Rhix watched with smoldering confidence as she lifted the blade and brought it down. The steel punched easily into the scaly flesh of his hand, through the meat and bone, and into the wood below with a clean little 'thunk'.

The two of them stared at his hand, the dagger sunk well into it. Blood blossomed from the wound like a flower.

"AAAGH!" he cried, grabbing the dagger and yanking it free. He danced back, clutching his hand. "AAAAGH!"

"It would seem," Narva remarked, thoughtfully, "that your commands override some of the rules."

"AAAGH! OH FUCK! AAAGH, OW, SHIT FUCK AAAAGH FUCK FUCK!"

"I bet you can't order me to remove the bracelet or collar," she ruminated, as Rhix danced and flailed and cursed. "Because you're compelled against that action. I can't harm you on my own, but you are not compelled against harming yourself, which means I can be used as a proxy to hurt you if you tell me to. That's fun."

Rhix was clutching his bleeding hand to his belly, pulling bandage rags from his bag and tying them around his wounded appendage. He glared at her. "Well, isn't that convenient!" he bellowed, tail lashing behind him.

"I certainly think so, master!" Narva cheerfully said, her voice sing-song and feminine.

"Fuck YOU, you gather the wood and start the fire! Rrrrgh!"

---

The sky was fading from a deep orange to the violet and black of night; the fire popped, crackled, and burned merrily in front of them. Rhix hadn't spoken for a while, because he was upset.

Mostly he was upset with himself. He'd tumbled down the career ladder, hitting nearly every rung on the way; he was little more than a broke fugitive. His hand hurt like hell, and even he had to admit he had only himself to blame for that. His kind healed quickly and tolerated pain well, but that was not the point. He needed to get from where he was - dirt poor, lightly armed and armored, and very nearly broke - to somewhere outside of the Star Knight territories, and that was all just so he could start what he really needed to do: figure out what this 'covenant' was and how to fulfill it so he could rid himself of Narva.

Sure, in the moment it had seemed like a fun idea. Some sexual gratification, some revenge, a mind-controlled little slave to warm his dick on his travels. What wasn't to like? Buyer's remorse hardly did it justice. Hell, he hadn't even bought her! And he certainly couldn't sell her!

He glanced over to where she sat, prodding the fire with a stick. His eyes roamed her body; it was the only panacea available to him in that moment, the sight of his rival's naked body, bare but for the collar that bound her to him. There was that, too: her situation was certainly worse than his. At least he had that much.

He watched along as she stood and turned to move away from him, her tail flagging to flash her rump. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"To make water," she replied, narrowing her eyes at him. "What do you care, it's not like I can run away."

"You didn't ask permission."

"I don't have to, sir."

"Well, now you do. Your body belongs to me. That means that pussy belongs to me. Which means that bladder belongs to me. If you wanna use it you need to ask permission. From now on, you may not relieve yourself without express permission from me."

She winced, snarling, her hands clenching into fists as the gem glowed, momentarily. "What if you're not available to give that permission? What if we're locked in separate cells or your tongue gets cut out?"

He hadn't considered this, and sulked a little at once again being out-smarted. "Well then," he said, "I permit you to involuntarily piss yourself at critical mass. There, now your bladder won't explode. Happy?"

"No," she snapped, her body flinching, but holding fast. She sighed, ground her teeth a moment, and then said, "May I go and relieve myself, master?"

Rhix cocked his head at her. "Take four steps to your left." She obeyed, and Rhix pivoted a little to watch her. "Don't speak. Maintain eye contact with me. Turn to face me." He grinned a little, watching her obey him, drinking in the shame and anger in her eyes. "Squat and spread your legs." His eyes relished in the sight of her exposed pussy, the kobold dropping into a low crouch. She didn't look away from his eyes, and he could see the roiling embarrassment and dread in her gaze. She knew what was coming. Mostly.

"From now on," he intoned, the pain in his hand growling a little fainter as his mind and blood flow focused on another part of his body, his trousers beginning to swell, "rather than saying 'I' or 'me', you will occasionally say 'this cunt' or 'this slave'. Much like how you say 'master' or 'sir', sprinkle it in. Lean back on your hands and thrust that pussy forward, really present it to me."

Narva sucked in a shuddering breath but did as she was told. She leaned back, braced her hands to the ground, and spread her thighs as wide as she could, giving Rhix an eyeful of her tender, scaly little vagina. The look in her eyes was a little less enraged and a little more desperate for this humiliation to end. Rhix felt the need to twist the knife.

"You may only speak to respond to my questions," he said. "Now, are you embarrassed, slave?"

"Yes, master."

"Why are you embarrassed, slave?"

"Because this cunt is naked, and you are looking at my pussy, and you've made this cunt your slave, master," she said, voice strained.

"Is this the most you've ever been humiliated?"

"No, master."

Rhix perked up. "Oh, when was that?"

"When you made this slave beg to suck your cock, master, and when this cunt was sucking it. And when you gagged me with my own underwear, master."

Rhix gave her a toothy grin. "What about pissing in front of me on command, would that be worse?"

"Yes, master," said her soft, halting voice.

"Good. I command you to start pissing, slave."

Rhix was delighted to hear a soft squeak from the back of her throat as he watched her clench up a little, an arc of urine suddenly rising in a gentle spray from her slit. He'd never actually watched a female pee before; he knew their hole was tucked just a little bit inside, and he was surprised to find that unlike when he went - his penis usually pushed a half inch or so out of his sheath - it was not a solid stream but rather seemed a little more unstable, as if her tight vaginal folds impeded the integrity of the flow.

"You have no privacy, slave," he instructed her, savoring the sight of her shame-filled expression. "Not anymore. You are a slave - a sex slave, more specifically. I'm going to train your mouth, your pussy, and your ass to satisfy me first, and paying customers second. I'm out a lot of money right now, and you're going to repay me with that tight little body. Thrust your hips a little, make that piss stream dance for me."

Narva whimpered and did as she was instructed, rolling her hips like a stripper as the stream arced up and down until finally she had nothing left to give.

"You always end up that messy after taking a piss, slave?"

"No," she snarled, "I do not usually go in this position."

"Wipe yourself clean and then come stand in front of me," he commanded. After a moment, she had obeyed, standing before him, hands clenched at her sides. He grinned at her. "Turn. Good girl. Legs apart, there you go, a little wider. Good. Now, bend over and grip your ankles."

Seated as he was, he was at the perfect height to stare directly into her spread-open backside. Her pussy was immaculate; tight and firm and innie. It looked virgin, despite the pounding he'd given it earlier that day. "Your cunt looks fresh," he remarked out loud. "How are you still so tight and firm after what I did to you?"

"Because this cunt's vagina is designed to pass an egg, which is much thicker than your penis, master," came her strained voice. Rhix had to admit it made sense. Why then did most men talk about whores having blown-out pussies? Was that all just a myth?

"Ever been fucked in the ass, cunt?" he asked, palming her ass cheeks and using his thumbs to part her vaginal lips, staring into the darkness of her tunnel.

"N-no, master," she said, in a small voice.

"You've been giving me attitude all day. With your voice, with your eyes. Calling me stupid. Maybe I'm not the brightest Shu in the world but know what I do have? A nice thick cock. And you know what you have?" He slid his finger over her anus. That small clenching hole tightened up even further, eliciting a shiver from her. "You have a tight little tailhole that can't say no to me. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes, master."

"You know what I'm about to do?"

"Y-yes, master."

"Tell me."

"You're going to rape this cunt up the ass, master."

"Would you prefer that I do so with my cock dry, or wet?"

"Wet, master."

"Then you know what you have to do, right slave?"

"Yes, m-master," she replied, shivering. "This cunt will have to suck your cock again."

He clapped her on the ass. "You will kneel before me, open my pants, and suck my cock until you feel it is wet enough. Then, you will show me how a kobold female in heat presents herself to get fucked."

Rhix observed that Narva's face was twisted in existential agony as she turned, kneeling between his spread legs. Her hands flew to his belt, opening it, and then his trousers, tugging them in the front until his thick, erect cock flopped out. He hissed softly, leaning back as she took it into her hand, opening her mouth, and immediately thrust her maw onto him.

"Mmmh," he moaned, placing his hand on her head between her horns. He looked down the length of her body, nude and collared and kneeling submissively, her lips gliding up and down on his shaft, warming him up. The wound in his hand seemed very far away, the firelight dancing on the subtle curves of her body, over those nice, wide hips, the swell of her firm ass whose holes he was now intimate with. He breathed out a soft sight, feeling her tongue working, the blowjob especially sloppy as she worked to get as much saliva on his cock as possible.

"I own you," he breathed, her lips gliding up and down his throbbing cock. He felt a pulse, and knew she was tasting his salty pre. "Your mouth's primary function is not to speak, or to eat, or breath. It is to suck your master's cock; the other roles are secondary. Your ass is for fucking. Your cunt is for fucking. Kobolds are for fucking. Do you understand me?"

"Mhm," she weakly replied with a mouthful of lizardfolk cock.

"You are not a mercenary. You are a sex slave. Tell me what you are."

Her mouth came off his cock with a wet pop. She looked at him through tear-filled eyes. "This cunt is a sex slave, master."

"What is that mouth for?" he asked, severely.

"For sucking cock, master."

"Back to work."

Her head dipped back down and in a moment was bobbing up and down in his lap, the crackle and pop of the fire now rivaled by the sloppy wet slurping of a kobold sucking his cock. Then, all at once, she pulled off of him. He watched, narrowing his eyes, as she turned, stepped away, and then dropped to her hands and knees. Her legs parted, her tail flagged all the way up over her back, fully exposing her tailhole and pussy, which was thrust upward towards him, her back arched seductively. Her chest was low, but not quite touching the ground, staring obediently ahead.

He'd asked for it, and now he saw it; what a kobold female looked like when she was about to be mounted and made a mother. Well, not how he was going to mount her, of course.

"Do you want me to fuck your ass, slave?"

"No, master!" she said, her voice a little higher, desperation in her tone.

"Would it be more humiliating than pissing in front of me?" he asked, kneeling behind her and sliding his saliva-coated cock between the firm globes of her scaly rump.

"Yes, master!"

"Good," he growled. He reached forward and was surprised to find that while her collar seemed to be just the right fit for her neck, it allowed his fingers to curl around it all the same without choking her too badly. "No more words. You will not hold back any sounds, but you will not speak." He jammed the head of his cock against her anus. He felt her clench and could feel her panic and desperation, despite her inability to move from her position of perfect 'fuck me' presentation. He tugged on her collar. He was so hard it hurt, and he wanted to absolutely humble this little kobold bitch he was stuck with.

"This is your life," he said to her. "Ready?" she shook her head, and he grinned. "Good."

He was not gentle. Her tailhole clenched, trying to keep him out, but that was a losing fight. She didn't scream; when her anus opened, the wrinkled hole drawing into a smooth line first around his head, and then around his slickened shaft as he it sank deep up inside her, she uttered a strained, guttural mix between a whine and a groan.

"Eeuuuaaahhhgh!"

"Holy fuck you're tight," he hissed, giving her one thrust, and then another, pulling back on the collar. He lifted his hand to spank her, but noticed the bandage on it. Yikes. Maybe not. He gripped her by the hip instead. Pulling again, he thrust, and slapped his hips to her ass.

"Ngh! Wh-whoa. I can go balls-deep inside you this way," he remarked, feeling her insides clench and roil a bit as he forced her to appreciate a totally new and alien violation of her body. He leaned forward, hissing into her ear-hole: "I think I like this hole better than your other one."

"Uuhhnnnnhhh..."

"That's a good slut."

He started to fuck her. It had been a long day; he was tired, worn out. Maybe he should have held off on deflowering her tailhole, he thought, over the sound of her queer grunting, and the clap of his hips to her rump, making that firm ass jiggle in time with the soft noise of his cock pounding her asshole. His hips worked, hands holding her steady, eyes on her back, her ass, the collar he was gripping. It felt amazing; all his cares and worries and anxieties bled out of him through the tip of his cock, drunk on the feeling of her walls clenched around him, her helpless animal utterances, the sexy curve of her ass-up presentation. The absolute domination of her, obliterating her will and claiming mastery of her body. The sight of his member plunging into her helpless tailhole over and over. All of it blended into a miasma of sexual indulgence.

"Fuck," he heard himself grunt, clenching his eyes shut, clapping, clapping, clapping her cheeks with firm, deep thrusts. His balls slapped her backside, his grunts matched by her mewling. He saw her hands clench the ground. Good. Let her feel it. Let her wallow in helplessness. He started fucking her faster.

"You feel that?" he snarled, and was momentarily surprised to see her nod until he remembered she was compelled to always answer him; he laughed, and said, "Oh, good, cuz this feels great for me." He was breathing heavy, and could feel the pressure building. The ability to take her all the way to the root, the feeling of her punished tailhole meet his sheath, was diving him wild. His tail flagged up and down behind him. He was going to cum!

Well, no sense in drawing things out unnecessarily. He let the feeling wash over him. He pulled on that collar until he heard her choke a little. Her whining got more strained, and tears fell down her face. "Look at me," he snarled, and she obeyed. The look in her eyes was one of shame, of defeat, of submission. She was no longer an anal virgin; there was no inch of her that did not belong to him, and he could clearly see that the feeling of his hard cock pounding into areas of her body she never knew she had, the sound of her own pathetic voice, the clap of his hips to her ass, her subservient position, drove all of this home.

"Thank me," he hissed, driving himself into her, hunching, rolling his hips, spurting pre, on the edge. "Thank me... when I cum in you!"

A few more thrusts and he arched, hissing, tail flagging. "Thank you master!" came her sorrowful wail as he spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt himself over and over, introducing a new bodily cavity to the touch of his seed. He rolled his hips, grinding up against her, making sure she felt every. Single. Pulse.

When he was finished, the two of them were panting. She was whimpering, softly, holding that position, still looking at him. Tears rolled down her face. He stared back, showing his teeth. "Really sinking in, isn't it? Speak." he added, balls-deep in the kobold's quivering ass.

"Y-yes, m-master," she answered.

"Are you a mercenary?" he asked her. "Are you a tough independent girl making her own way in the world?"

"N-no, m-master."

"Well then, what are you?"

She blinked, squeezing fresh tears from her eyes. "This cunt is your sex slave, master."

He yanked himself free of her ass and stood, looming over her. "Good. Fetch a rag and clean me off, then tidy up this camp. We have a long journey ahead of us." He smirked as she wobbled, getting to her feet, walking a little bow-legged, tail held up and away, baring her flexing, dripping anus. "And at least one of us means to enjoy it."