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Within the high sandstone tower, Arik lay upon his belly in a restless state of dread. Heavy chains bore down on the gryphon’s limps, especially the one that was locked around his neck via a metal collar. All the chains were connected to the floor and no amount of tearing got them to move even an inch. He had tried that ever since he first woke up in that place hours ago. His memories of how got to that place was full of holes, but one thing was for certain: He was far from home. Despite the chains that bound him he could stand up to barely gaze outside one of the four windows set within the walls of the circular tower that was his prison. Outside he saw what he knew to be a city, although he had only ever seen a human town once before. That one he believed to be big, but this one was enormous. No matter which he windows he chose he would see a sprawling maze of sand colored buildings everywhere, some small, some big and a few really big. No voices reached him in his tower however. As the angle at which he could look outside suggested, he was up quite high and could only really see the outskirts of the city through the narrow windows. On the east side he saw that the city bordered the sea as well. Not that any of that brought him any closer to figuring out where he was.

Arik clawed at the stone floor in frustration, but was only able to get a small amount of force thanks to the chains, only causing small gauges in the stone. That made him only more upset as he wanted to scream. He was scared, angry, hungry and above all else, thirsty. He had heard tales of the desert from a wandering human, who would sometimes come by their clan grounds for trade. A place of heat and sun where powerful men rule from giant gilded palaces. Oh, and did he feel the heat as well as the sand. His otherwise always groomed black and grey plumage felt grimy, along with the rest of his body actually. He was not sure how his captors got him into the tower, but they must have dragged him through a whole sand dune. Besides that, it must have been a miracle they managed to get him through the entrance way, where a single large wooden door stood, reinforced with metal. Arik knew that he was large for a gryphon, having often caught the attention of more than one female of his clan. Now his size made him feel all the more trapped. The room was barely double his size and the only windows to the outside world where narrow and small.

The damn heat would kill him if dehydration wouldn’t do it first, he thought. His thoughts of doom where interrupted by an uncomfortable feeling between his legs as he went to shift position slightly. He tensed up and groaned in a mixture of humility and anger. He shifted to the side and lifted his hindleg to peer at the strange metal device that was locked over his sheath. It reflected the evening sun as he glared at it, the thing shining in an almost teasing way. As if it was taunting him. The chains he understood, but that thing? He had idea what that was for except to keep him from growing an erection. Why his mysterious captors would do that though was far beyond him. He eyed the device with narrowed eyes, seeing how the ring around his balls seemed to keep it in place. It stood out heavily against his fur as down from his shoulders his coloration turned from grey with black accents to white with black spots. The silvery metal was hard to miss right between his hindlegs like that.

He sighed and lowered his leg again, deciding instead to go back to brooding and trying to recall what exactly happened. There was an attack on their clan, that was much he knew. There was many of them wearing foreign clothes from the humans in their local area. They came sudden and seemed very much prepared. He remembered fighting some of them and then nothing else. Clearly they had not won, however.

Lost in his thoughts as he was he at first did not hear the footsteps come from the outside of the door. Only when he heard something click did he realize, his eyes going wide as he made his best attempt at a defensive stance. Not that it would do him much good if all his limps as well as his neck had not enough slack to attack. Arik watched the door closely, his beak clacking in anticipation. When at last the door was swung open his eyes he was taken aback. He expected a cruel looking man to stand in that doorway, shouldered by heavily armed guards to keep his prisoner at bay. After all, he was still a gryphon and his beak was still free.

Instead there stood a dainty looking female human dressed in a silken dress that bore swirling patterns of yellow, green and gold, green being the dominant color. Her skin was a smooth bronze and her long curly black that reached her belly. Her expression was one of smugness, satisfaction, her brown eyes looking him up and down. She did not even seem to have the decency to be afraid at all by the gryphon who was several times here size. By the looks of it her head would barely reach his shoulders if he stood on all fours, not to mention how thin she was. Beautiful as well, for a human, but he did not want to think of his captor that way.

Arik merely glared at her as she remained standing there with two men standing barely visible behind the doorway appearing to wear some sort of dark metal armor. She was glaring right back at him, although more with curiosity than the defiance he bore in his own eyes. The way she leered at him like some sort of prize animal made him only angrier. Suddenly he yanked all his chains forward at once and screeched as loudly as he could, damned be his dry throat, as he resisted the urge to cough afterwards. To his dissatisfaction she only a took one step back, the look on her face never changing to anything even resembling fear. The guards did step around the corner and hefted two long spears at him however, giving him a better look at them. Masks covered their faces and reddish black cloth was wrapped around their head. Their armor was some kind of segmented metal armor that looked very dark for the steel he had seen before.

The female said something to them in a language that sounded strange and foreign to him. When the two guards bowed their heads and retreated from the room, closing the door behind them it was only Arik and the strangely calm female in the room. Just when he was thinking that there was no way for them to communicate with that foreign language, the human surprised him again.

“You speak the Redorien tongue, I hope?” She said in a soft, silken voice. To his surprise she said it in the language of the local humans from where he lived. There was an accent there, but he understood her every word. “I assume that ears pinned to your head and wide eyes mean surprise?” She spoke in a mocking tone, which brought him back to the moment.

“Who-“ He started to speak in Redorien as well, but had to cough as his unused vocal cords tried their best to work. “Who are you? Why am I here?” He asked with venom in his deep yet scratchy voice.

Her giggle made him tense up. How he wished she was in the range of his beak. “I am your mistress and you are here to be my pet.” The way she said it so matter of factly caught him off guard. He blinked a few time and looked at her, confused. His master? Pet?! He was still processing what she said when she already moved on. “You will stay up here until I can be assured that you will not harm me or my household when you are granted more liberty around my estate. Should you ever try that, there will be serious consequences.” She began to walk circles around him, always barely out of his reach. Not that it would do him much good either way. “Surely you have noticed the cage as well. You can see it as a token of my ownership of you and especially of your most precious parts.” She allowed herself another giggle when she stopped behind him and he strained his collar to glare at her. “Rest be assured, I will be playing with your bits now and then. It will stay on at all other times, except when the servants come to clean you.” He saw her reach out for his behind and he immediately tried to kick, but could not raise his leg high enough.

It still made her stop and frown however. “I have been told your kind would be rowdy, but I did hope you would not be so foolish as to not see the gesture of kindness you have been given. My husband wanted you to be chained to the wall right away, but I-“

“Kindness?!” He practically screamed at her, a small amount of gratification coursing through him as for just a moment she looked almost frightened. “You drag me away from my home, think of-of what? Enslaving me and using me like a pet. No! Worse, some kind of… sex slave?” Only when he said those words out loud did the things she said truly comprehend in his mind. He glanced under himself at the device she dubbed a cage locked tight over his sheath. “And you want me to wear that thing for-for how long? All the time? Y-you are insane! You are not my mistress, you crazy bitch!” He only stopped because his dry throat forced him to cough again.

The whole time the female had merely stood there, arms behind her back with a very neutral expression on her face. Only when he coughed did she move, walking back towards the door as she spoke in a disappointed tone. “I can already see that we need to start with harsher methods on you. Not a surprise, but I had my hopes.” When she reached the door she spoke in that strange language again, which led to a guard opening the door. They exchanged words, but Arik was having none of it. He yelled insult in Redorien at her until one of the guards slammed the door shut. Again, he only stopped to cough.

That was when the door reopened however and one of the two guards pushed something towards him that made him tense in his place. A bowl of clear water. Once the bowl was in range of his beak he began to take deep eager gulps, not even caring how he looked in that moment as he felt like he was having his first drink in days. The small note of something strange in there barely even registered to him and when he did notice that something was wrong he already drank too much. His eyelids became heavy and his whole body felt weighed down by tons of stone. It took a while for whatever they put in there to work, long enough for him to notice they drugged him by using his extreme thirsts against him. Once he sagged to the ground it did not take that much longer for his vision to go hazy. The last thing he saw before he passed out was more than just two men in black armor enter the room and the mix of colors of a silken dress behind them.

Consciousness came back to Arik in a dreamy haze. He recalled glimpses of a dream, his home of woodland and mountains and his clan. Lovely as those pictures were they did not last. His mind was quickly dragged away from his dreary state as he felt a rising sharp pain in his groin. His limps began to struggle but quickly found them all fully immobile, the realization accompanied by the rattling of chains. He opened his eyes but saw only darkness he tried to cry out but felt his beak just as restrained by something has the rest of his body. Even his head too seemed restrained, chained to the wall of his prison it would seem as the felt the cold stone against his back. He heard his own muffled cries through whatever was holding his beak to shut, at which the pain finally seized after what felt like whole minutes of someone squeezing his precious balls.

“Finally awake?” He heard the feminine voice of the human who dared to call herself his ‘mistress’. “Worry not about the blindfold. See it as punishment for refusing initial cooperation.” He trashed some more uselessly in the new chains that immobilized him completely as he felt her touch upon his balls yet again, albeit this time gentler. “I think it may indeed be better to show you the purpose as my pet rather than tell you.” She spoke in a gentle voice as she began to fondle his balls in an almost sensual way. Arik tensed up at the playful touch. Under different circumstances this would have aroused him, but not here, not like this. As if she was reading his thoughts she spoke again. “I know that initial arousal at my touch will not come. That will take time. So instead why not help you out with something familiar.”

Arik heard a snapping of her fingers and almost right away a most familiar scent assaulted his nostrils: A female gryphon in heat. He fought his chains as he felt his hips try and thrust out of a feral instinct, blocked as well by chains. Calm yourself! You are no animal and they can’t make you one! Resist! He told himself in his mind. The gentle touch upon his balls did not help the situation as he did feel a stirring in his sheath. “Don’t fight this feeling, pet. Let mistress show you your new life.” One of her hands went to tease his sheath instead, reminding him of the cruel cage that encased it. Heat rose from his sheath as he unwillingly felt it swell at the teasing and the scent coming closer.

There was no way of knowing where the strong scent of a female gryphon in heat came from with his eyes as bound as they were. His tapered tip had just begun to rise from its sheath when he for the first time felt the cold touch of the cage. His member wanted to grow more, but it couldn’t, leading to an uncomfortable feeling of pressure. To his dismay the feeling made an involuntary whine escape him, which afterwards made him lower his ears in shame as he heard an amused giggle from his so called ‘mistress’. The fact that he had no other name to refer to her in his mind was infuriating.

As his cock continued in vain to try and get hard it got somehow worse. The female scent that had been getting closer was too close to even try and ignore now, right in front of his face, the approach accompanied by heavy armored footsteps. Some kind of cloth was draped over his beak which he immediately tried to struggle out of. However, he was chained and there seemed to be more than one man in this room who helped in their task. Before he knew it the piece of cloth was fixed onto his beak, right over his nostrils. The next breath that he took made his head spin. It smelled like his beak was right in front of a waiting vent of an eager female. His hips bucked multiple times almost on their own as in that moment Arik was overtaken by a deep rooted lust. A single dripple of pre came from his tip, trailing down the cage that so cruelly denied his member to get hard. A second whine escaped him as he tried to breathe through his beak but could not as only his nostrils were free from whatever they used to shut his beak. Thus he was forced to breathe in again and felt a holt through his loin, a need to breed, to mount, a need that he never imagined could be used against him in such a way.

Then suddenly he heard a click and the metal cage that encased his sheath was gone. He hated how much he loved it, wishing he could just ignore this lust within him. His cock did not care, rising to full mast in a matter of seconds with only his knot still hidden, throbbing in need at the scent and the teasing touches that once more only focused on his balls. “Much better, no?” The mocking voice of his slaver pushed through his hazy lust. “This is what you could feel if you are a good pet, my dear.” He barely held back a moan as her hand touched his smooth shaft and another came to rest upon his tapered tip where a few small soft barbs seem to catch her attention, slowly circling each one with a finger. Her touch made him buckle and try and thrust despite the chains. It felt surprisingly good, never having felt a human touch like this before. “Oh my, quite a big one, aren’t you?” She complimented as the finger upon his shaft began to stroke him softly, his tip still being teased by her exploring fingers. “As long as my entire forearm it looks like. And so red, so hard… hmm.” He felt her shudder in what he could only guess was her very own lust. “Oh I am going to enjoy you, pet.”

He bucked again when she started to slowly stroke him. Only one of her hands was used upon his member, touching him only softly. Despite the teasing nature of the attention it felt far better than it should have. Arik huffed, only breathing in more of the intoxicating pheromones as he did so. More precum joined the rest in a slow dribble. They must have been enhanced somehow surely for not even a true female gryphon in heat could have gotten him this riled up, this horny. Then there was her hand. Her hand began to explore every single inch of his cock with very close attention to detail while her second hand massaged his balls. The incredible pleasure pulsing through his body was far greater than someone with inexperience. This woman must have other gryphons as captives, Arik realized with some dismay. Dismay that was quickly replaced by another shot of pleasure and lust as she coaxed out his knot as well, giving it a gentle squeeze. His sounds were muffled by his beak restrained as he could feel himself throb.

The stroking began to pick up pace and firmness, making him moan involuntarily to his shame. His moan was answered by one of her own as he felt the hand that was fondling his balls leave. Meanwhile the one stroking his shaft grew only more eager. Her fingers danced upon his sensitive flesh, teasing the tip, squeezing the knot. Touching him in simply all the right places. “Do you enjoy my touch, pet?” his captor asked with a moan in her voice and quickened breathing. A chuckle followed. “Why do I ask even. Of course you are. I can see how much you leak for me.” Arik clenched his paws at her words, yet his anger was presently drowned out by the need. A need that almost reached its peak.

An orgasm was fast approaching as the stroking continued and his breathing became more erratic. As he got closer he could feel the unseen body of the strange woman lean against his shaft as she stroked it. Her bare skin upon his member made him strangely only hornier as it was only then that he realized she was naked without being able to see her. Her breasts rubbed across his barbs in an unexcitingly pleasurable way. He moaned again as he could feel the peak, feel himself throb more.

That was when she stopped.

Arik groaned loudly as her hand and body vanished from his cock all of a sudden, his shaft throbbing desperately for any touch to find it. He was stuck so close to the edge that for a moment he thought he would still cum despite her absence, but no. He was totally denied. He fought in his chains once more, groaning and screaming in unfulfilled lust as the scent of an eager female still clung in his nostrils. It felt unbearable. He sat like that for a moment as all he could do was wait struggle in his chains that were far too strong for him to even imagine escape from them. When her hand returned he ceased all struggle as pleasure coursed through his body again. That cycle repeated itself several times over. She would bring him to the edge, stop, he would struggle and then she would begin again. It was utterly maddening.

There was no counting how many times she kept this up in his horny diluted mind. All he knew was that it felt like an eternity and that during that eternity she sounded as if she had orgasmed herself while she refused to let him do the same. Until after one very close edge she finished by drawing one finger slowly up his shaft to the tip, making him groan one more time. “I seem to have not lost my touch. You are a mess after just one such session.” He could hear her chuckle. “You will quickly learn that good behavior is rewarded most graciously.” A hand was felt upon his chest and he tensed as her voice once again got close to his ear. “Behave during your stay here and maybe you will get a chance to release that pent up desire.” Her touch disappeared again. “Meanwhile bad behavior such as insulting me or disobeying?” She raised her voice at the end as if it were a question he should answer.

Soon did he realize why she phrased it that way when a horrid pain erupted from his balls as she stomped down on his sack. A muffled cry and more fighting the chains followed as she stomped again, and again. His struggling did not much good on her missing her targets. Several times she hit them square on with her feet, his orbs distorting before slipping out from the torment just to be attacked again. Arik felt tears in his eyes that wet the blind fold they put over his head. The pain was unlike anything he felt before. He had been kicked by a human once, but this was far, far worse. As she kept stomping without mercy his cock retreated back in its sheath, as if afraid to be assaulted next. Only when it fully retracted did she stop. Not that the pain stopped. It persisted, a deep nauseating pain that made him want to throw up. Faintly he could hear her walk away and speak again in her own tongue to someone while he tried to comprehend the agony in his groin.

“Well, time for the cage, pet. I bet you must have missed it.” She spoke again. He did not even register her coming back. What he did register was her unclipping something metal on his head, which was when he felt whatever held his beak shut give way and slide down. “What do you say, hmm?” She asked with all to cheerful tone as if she really wanted his opinion. He could already hear her fiddle with metal. Most likely the cage that he dreaded all the more now with the rag still clinging to his nostrils.

“Why…” He began weakly. “Why are you doing this?” He heard his own voice break at the last word and was ashamed for how pathetic and broken he sounded after such a short period of time.

“Honestly?” He could already feel the cold steel upon his sheath again as the cage was slid back on. “It is merely too much fun, my pet.” She giggled as a click could be heard. A sound that he knew sealed his sheath back in.

“Can you remove the cloth at least?” He asked just as meekly as he spoke before.

“Oh, of course. I believe you earned that much at least.” She responded and he felt slightly relieved. Only for that relief to be short-lived when she removed his blindfold instead of the rag. He blinked as his eyes were met with light again, taking in the room slowly as he adjusted to the sun. In the corner of his eye he spied another woman dressed in blue silks that covered her slender body. No guards this time, only that one and the “mistress” in front of him. She, unlike the stranger, was fully naked at the time. Arik was ashamed to admit that she looked beautiful for a human. Slender, perky breasts, clear bronze skin only standing out more with all the clothes gone. She must have noticed his stare because he saw the smirk she already carried widen. “Admire my beauty while you can, pet. It is a privilege you shall not often receive.”

With a snap of her finger she called forth the other woman. With her in focus she could see her features better. Unlike the mistress she had dark brown hair, worn shorter to the shoulders and amber colored eyes that reminded him almost of gryphon eyes. Her skin was a slightly darker bronze than the currently naked woman but she seemed no less beautiful. “This is Zhura, your handler. She will take care of you while I am busy. Do not mistake her for your mistress, but while I am not there her word goes.”

His still teary eyes wander towards this Zhura and meeting her gaze. For a moment he could see a hint of some compassion in her eyes before she averted them to look towards the mistress. Zhura spoke to her in a voice that seemed far gentler and bowed.

“For now I hope your first session was enjoyable. I certainly had fun.” The mistress said winking at him as she already began to depart for the door, saying something in a dry tone to Zhura.

“Wait! Can’t you take this rag off! I’ll go crazy!” Arik asked in a begging tone, voice now louder and stronger.

He was not even graced with a glance back. Instead all she said was “That is the point.” Before laughing as she left the room, still stark naked while Zhura collected her clothes.

Utter dismay hit him as he felt his cock try and harden again almost as if wanting to agree with him. The scent of the rag had slightly lessened but it would still take a while for it to not affect him anymore. His eyes went to Zhura picking up fine silk from the stone floor. He saw his chance then to still get this rag taken off. Being chained to a wall with no room to move is awful enough. “Hey! You, Zhura, right?” Her name got her attention, eyes wide in seemingly surprise. “Can you take this rag off? Please?” He resorted to begging even, gulping down all his pride in that moment. “Please?” He repeated as she merely gazed at him with a confused expression before responding to him in the same tongue he overheard spoken several times by now. She then shook her head with an apologetic look as she scrambled for the last piece of clothing. With a heavy heart he realized that she did not understand him as she hastily left the room to follow the mistress, leaving him alone.

Alone in his chains, with his straining cage and the ever present pheromones. Tears welled in his eyes again as he looked out the narrow window, praying that this nightmare would not last…