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This is a story of a sexy feral dragoness who lives in a harsh human city where all the beggars are forced to pay tribute to the king of beggars or suffer harsh consequences, when she can't pay tribute she is put into a binding contract where she is forced to pay the king off with her body, but can she ever pay off such a large debt?

WARNING: Read the tags before you read the story to avoid being scarred!

The night was dark and cold, men and women shambled through the hallowed streets lined with makeshift shanties of garbage. Many huddled around vents that warm smoke drifted out of from the dank sewers below. Men and women stood in a winding line that wrapped through the streets as they shuffled along in hopes of receiving food, among them was a lone dragon, her scales were black as night with her spines and claws a beautiful ruby red, she hobbled through the line with her head low, if her strength were not marred by hunger and her demeanor not crushed by desperation she would have been quite menacing among the equally distraught humans. The dragoness had been drawn to this human city by the tales of easy work and easy living, but what those tales didn't speak that such an easy life was for the select few, a few she was not a part of. She would have returned to her home lands amongst the high mountains and unending forests. But civil unrest in the city had made traveling dangerous even for a dragon and with no profession or humans to call friends she was forced to live in the slums beg for what little coin she could, all of which went to the king of beggars. As she approached the front of the line where the kitchen served its meager meals she heard a commotion but being only four feet tall at her shoulder she could barely see over the man in front of her and was forced to peek out the side of the line. The man at the front of the line reached for a plate of bread and cheese when he was stopped by one of the Beggar kings guards, a man with a sheet of paper in ragged clothes, large hat, and round glasses stared at the man then looked to his papers then back to the man.

“You haven't paid tribute to his majesty in over six days. And yet you show up here expecting the king's hospitality?"

The man quivered as he searched for a response. “I'm just so hungry… please, here's all I have." The man withdrew a small coin purse and poured its contents into the tallyman's waiting hand, two pitiful coins landed in his palm with a dull ring as they collided.

The tally man looked over the rim of his glasses as he burned holes into the poor beggar with his gaze. “Take him to the doctors and remove his leg." He said flatly. The beggar pleaded for mercy as he was dragged through the dirt streets kicking and screaming all the way.

Maybe he'll get lucky. The dragoness thought. Maybe he'll survive and be able to pay off his debt. Crippled beggars always get more pay.

Before she realized it she was at the front of the line the tallyman glared at her for a moment before returning his attention to his papers. “Searhara?" he asked glancing back up at her.

Searhara whimpered. “Yes."

“You haven't paid tribute to the king in three days." The two guards that stood on either side of Searhara immediately grabbed her making escape impossible. “Granted you haven't taken advantage of the kings hospitality in two days so I feel removing a limb would be a bit extreme, but your debt remains and letting you leave with food in your belly and no set plan on how you're going to repay your debt would put me in a tight spot." He leaned in close to her guessing where here ear holes were before whispering. “I hear rumors that there are many men who would consider you quite an exotic partner."

Searhara's eyes went wide with horror. “No please, there has to be something else I could do, I could be the kings personal body guard…"

The tally man cut her off with a harsh laugh. “If you could fight you would have left here a long time ago." Before she could argue the two men holding her began to drag her away. “HEY, careful with the merchandise!" The tallyman yelled as Searhara thrashed about trying to escape their grasp before finally giving up and letting them lead her through the dirt streets to the edge of the slums that bordered the wealthy edge of the city. Searhara whimpered as they approached a large building that had been cleaned and restored many times; the streets around it had also been cleaned to make it look more welcoming. The two guards dragged Searhara through the back door where they were greeted by two more guards who took hold of Searhara and led her to the mistress of the house.

“Hey head slut." One of them shouted. “Here's a new whore for you." They thrust Searhara through the open door into a spacious room before slamming the door closed behind her. The room was well organized with many of the basic commodities of life; there was a couch, a bed, a righting desk, and paintings hanging on each wall. The mistress of the house sat at her righting desk staring at the many papers with a quill in hand, she didn't look a day over twenty five, she had blond wavy hair and milky white skin her face was soft and smooth, she wore a red dress that clung tight to her torso cupping her breasts giving a clear view of her cleavage, the rest of the dress was billowing out from her waist and dragging over the floor. Only after she seemed satisfied with her work did she look at Searhara, who laid on the ground her tail coiled over her sex. The head mistress was a bit shocked to be in this position with a dragon but she shrugged off her anxiety and helped Searhara to her feet.

“It's alright the guards are gone." The head mistress said her voice as soft as silk, but it didn't help to calm Searhara. The mistress looked at Searhara's side where he ribs showed under her scales from her lack of food. “Come let's get you fed before you die from starvation." Searhara held her head low and kept to herself as the head mistress led her through many dimly lit halls to a well-lit room where she was assaulted by a mass of delicious smells. The kitchen was fairly large with many cooking stoves and ingredients spread about. Both men and women stood idly about waiting for instructions. “What would you like to eat dear?" The mistress asked turning around violently enough to make her dress flow out like a blooming flower that startled Searhara though it didn't show.

Searhara kept her head low in submission for fear of angering someone. She spoke softly her words barely audible. “Anything's fine… thank you."

The head mistress frowned then turned back around to face one of the cooks whispering into his ear before turning back to Searhara. “Your meal will be ready shortly. Could you please fallow me while we set up a room for you?" Searhara nodded then stepped to the side careful not to hit anything and let the head mistress lead her back through the halls before they stopped at a closed door. “This will be your private room." The head mistress pushed the door open and stood aside to let Searhara in. Inside there was a bed against the west wall beside a door that led to a bathroom with a shower and toilet just big enough for a dragon her size, on the north wall there was a window that gave a magnificent view of the city rooftops, and on the east wall was a dresser with a large mirror with various small boxes for necklaces, earrings, and other such vanities. “As you can see it has all the basic necessities for living, you may keep any personal belongings in the chests or dresser. And I must ask you to get cleaned up before late tonight when the beds open." Searhara lied down on the beds soft fabrics and began to cry aloud as her tears dripped down her muzzle to the blankets. The head mistress turned back to her unsure of what to do before she entered the room and sat beside Searhara gently petting her on the head as she spoke. “There, there it's alright, just let it out."

Between sobs Searhara replied. “I don't know whether to be grateful or terrified."

“It's alright to be scared your first night, but I'm sure you'll be just fine." The head mistress said reassuringly.

“BUT I DON'T EVEN WANT TO BE HERE." Searhara said angrily.

The head mistress hesitated before responding with a sigh. “I know it's hard and believe me I wouldn't have you do this if there was an alternative… But the king of beggars has us in an iron grip. If we don't obey him his soldiers would barge in here and tare the place apart. None of us have a choice but to try and pay off our debt."

“And how does one do that when he never lets you go."

The head mistress looked down and sighed again. “Your right we can't ever really pay off our debt… But we can live comfortably… who knows you may even find you enjoy it."

“Enjoy being used for the pleasure of others?"

“You can gain your own pleasure from it as well you know… Look technically I've been threatened to make you a bed women, but I can make you a waitress for the night but you're going to have to be in one of those rooms by tomorrow night, Okay?" Searhara looked at her with teary eyes before nodding. “Alright I'll have some girls bring you your meal and some clothes for tonight."

“But how am I supposed to carry plates and drinks when I walk on four legs?"

“You don't know how to walk on two?" Searhara shook her head. “Try using the thumbs on your wings; when you have time, practice walking on two legs."

The head mistress turned to leave but Searhara called out just before she turned the corner. “What's your name?"

The head mistress stopped and stared for a moment before responding. “Katelin, but my peers call me Kat."

“Thank you for everything Kat. I am Searhara." Kat smiled before disappearing around the corner of the doorframe her dress fallowing close behind. Searhara closed the door to her room before going to the bathroom to take a shower reveling in the warm waters that washed over her body taking the dirt and grime that covered her with it restoring her scales to their former shiny luster. Once she was clean she dried herself by rubbing up against a towel that hung by the baths side then she laid on her bed and waited two minutes later there was a knock at the door. “Come in." Searhara said meekly. Two girls in dresses similar to Kat's entered the room one carrying a plate of chicken, potatoes and green beans. The other held a pile of neatly folded clothes in her arms.

The girl with Searhara's meal spoke first. “Hello My name is Kinley."

“And I am Sophie." Said the other girl holding the clothes.

“Searhara." She said shyly.

Kinley smiled and handed the tray of food over to Searhara. “Please don't be intimated by us. We all are here because the fates weren't kind."

“Yeah, were kind of like a family here so don't be afraid to speak with any of the… staff; they'll be sure to help you in any way they can." Sophie cut in.

Kinley's simile faded turning grave. “Searhara, I need to ask you, have you ever done anything like this before?"

“Once a man told me he would give me ten coins to show him my pussy, I refused, and then he slapped me."

Kinley sighed. Sophie just turned to the dresser hiding her expression as she began to put away the various pieces of clothing. “Well it's going to be a lot like that, men are probably going to grab at you and make comments about your body, but whatever they do you can't get mad at them or you'll get yourself into some dangerous trouble, just try to ignore it and if things get out of hand the other staff members will be there to help you okay?" Searhara nodded a pit of anxiety forming in her stomach. “Now practice carrying your tray around a little so you don't embarrass yourself tonight. Sophie will be outside waiting to help you into your clothes when you're ready. But I have other matters to attend to." Kinley turned to leave but before she disappeared she turned back to face Searhara with a wiry smile. “Good luck Searhara." Searhara returned a meek smile before the two left.

Searhara practiced carrying the tray around awkwardly with her wings for a while before placing it on her bed to eat. The meat was so delicious she couldn't stop herself from eating it as fast as she possibly could. Once she finished her meal she licked the tray to get the last of the seasonings then she called for Sophie to help her into her clothing. Sophie entered holding a plant gently in her left palm and a beautiful lily blossom in her right. “What are those for?" Searhara asked.

“This is lavender." She said holding out her left palm. “It makes ones breath smell better when you chew it. And this is just another vanity item." She said holding out the beautiful lily. She handed Searhara the lavender which she began chewing despite its horrible taste, while Sophie began helping her into her strange clothes. She wore dark red stockings on her hind legs that stopped halfway up her thigh before attaching to a garter belt that went around the base of her tail and around her waist went over her dragon panties that held tight to her body and covered both her sex and tail hole. She also had dark red sleeves on either of her fore legs that covered all of her forepaws except her digits, a rose red corset that went around her belly with crisscrossing straps, and went back up around her wings over her back, and a pink red elastic collar that had ruffles on both edges and a bow in the center, then Sophie attached the lily to her horn with some string. Sophie took a step back apparently aw struck “You look amazing." Sophie said with a gasp of breath. Searhara looked into the mirror startled by her own reflection, she was indeed beautiful. “It's almost opening time. Talk to Robert at the bar, he'll tell you the basics of your job."

“Where will you be?"

“In booth six." Sophie replied with a sly grin.

“Oh I'm so sorry… I didn't realize."

Sophie began giggling. “Its fine Searhara, I'm one of those people who enjoy getting in bed with men, even if I don't know them."

“Oh… okay but… why?"

“Because sometimes it's really fun, even just getting attention is fun sometimes. Maybe you'll see what I mean tonight. I have to go get ready, see you later." And with that Sophie disappeared behind the door. Searhara made a few final adjustments to her clothing the best she could then exited her room moving out to the hall from there she fallowed the sound of men speaking to a grand hall. The room was shaped like a horseshoe; the front of the room was like the bottom of the horseshoe, there was a stage with six girls in slim clothing dancing together, at the opposite end of the room was the main entrance to the building, and on the wall to the left of the entrance was a bar with a door that led to the kitchen. Above the ground floor were three more floors open to the ground floor with curtain booths where men and women would spend their time together. Searhara exited the hall that was beside the stage and headed to the bar. Shyly she approached the bartender who she assumed was Robert. “Excuse me, are you Robert?"

The bartender looked up from the glass he was cleaning and studied Searhara which made her feel exposed. “Aye, that be me. You must be Searhara, the new girl right?" Searhara nodded. “Kat said you'd be starting down here." Robert put down the glass and stared Searhara in the eyes. “Your jobs a simple one, all you got to do is walk around and ask men what they want to order. The nicer you are and the more you show yourself off the better tips you'll get, once you get their order come back here and I'll get it ready, then you deliver."

“Sound easy enough."

“It is, the hard part is remembering who ordered what. Now run along and get some orders."

“One last question?"

“Alright shoot."

“Why are there so few people here?"

“Bar and kitchen are open night and day. Brothels only open after ten thirty. It'll fill up quickly in about twenty minutes so I'd get started while it's easy."

Searhara nodded and began making her way to one of the three occupied tables. The first table she visited had only three men sitting at it all of them watching the stage with lust in their eyes.

Searhara mustered her courage and tried to keep her voice calm as she spoke. “Hello gentlemen, what can I get you tonight?" The three men turned, startled to come face to face with a dragon.

They examined her much like Robert had, before one of them broke the silence. “I'll just have some brandy, thank you."

“Whisky." The third said.

The second who sat in-between the two just stared his jaw dropped open wide. He was broken out of his trance by the third who nudged him violently. “Water!" He shouted startled. The two other men began laughing hysterically; even Searhara couldn't help but giggle.

“That will be ready in just a moment." Searhara said with a smile.

As she was walking back to the bar she heard the second man whisper loudly to his friends. “For not having breasts she sure made my loins happy." Searhara didn't know whether to be concerned by the attention or happy with it; she had to admit it felt kind of good to have people pay attention to her for her looks. As she got their drinks from Robert she noticed that the second man had turned his attention from the stage of dancing girls to her watching her with a whimsical gaze which made her giggle again.

Robert took notice and chuckled. “Looks like you found an interested party."

“What do I do though?"

“Give him a show; rock those hips, lift your tail, touch him. But covertly, make it so when everyone else looks at you it seems like your just being normal but when he looks at you, drive him crazy and remember the crazier he gets the bigger the tip." Searhara smiled slightly taking the tray of drinks from Robert. As Searhara approached the table she did her best to rock her hips from side to side as she walked making her tail sway back and forth slightly. The man had obviously taken noticed as he looked away biting the knuckles of his closed fist, Searhara couldn't help but giggle again at the sight.

“Here are you drinks gentlemen, Whisky" She said placing the tray down and handing the drink to The recipient. “Brandy," handing the man his drink while walking around to the second man. “And water." As she began to leave she stroked his thigh with her tail, he repressed a loud gasp of pleasure before turning to watch her leave. Searhara lifted her tail ever so slightly to give him a miniscule view of her Dragon underwear. A few minutes later when the men decided to leave the first and third had to practically drag the second out of the building but not before he left his tip, Searhara couldn't help but gasp at the pile of coins sitting before her there were twelve coins for the drinks and thirty in tips.

Once the brothel opened the ground floor filled quickly causing no small amount of trouble for Searhara. She was constantly running about trying to get peoples orders where they needed to be without making any mistakes. By now other girls were helping with the orders making things a little less difficult. Searhara approached a table with a single man who had been watching her for a while.

“Hello sir how can I help you tonight?"

He looked her up and down his gaze lingering on her rump before saying. “Anything alcoholic will do. But don't keep me waiting bar wench." As Searhara turned to leave he groped her rump causing her to yelp in shock loud enough for the three closest tables to hear. Searhara's face flushed hot red in embarrassment as the men around her turned their gaze to her. She rushed back to the bar avoiding the gaze of the men who had been staring at her as she did.

As the night continued on more and more men began to take notice of Searhara, and more and more of them paid physical affection to her, groping her wherever they could whenever an opportunity presented itself, one man had even groped her vent through her clothing, She instantly grabbed his arm with her tail in anger but let it fade away before turning to the terrified man. “No free rides sir." She said before leaving. All the attention had left her hot; she could feel her sex growing wet and could smell her own arousal. She was forced to go find some more lavender and smear its sent over her clothing to try and cover her scent. By the end of the night Searhara was hot with need, as soon as another girl came to replace her she rushed through the halls to her room and slammed the door shut, she was too needy to take the time to remove her clothes so she just pushed her Dragon panties aside before bringing her head down to her hot sex, she slid her tail inside herself while licking her clit feverously in an attempt to get herself off. Her pink folds were hot and puffy, slick and shimmering with her own arousal; her clit had become erect coming out from its hiding spot beneath its hood begging for attention that she eagerly gave. She had refrained from delving too deep within herself keeping the first two inches of her tail insider herself as it gently twitched with her desire rubbing and scraping her sensitive spread walls, sometimes her scales would catch on her fleshy walls pulling them around causing pleasure and pain to fight for dominance in her loins. She continued to diligently lick her clit stroking it up and down the full length of her tongue coting it in her arousal witch she hungrily tasted and swallowed. As Searhara continued to pleasure herself her body reacted by lubricating her tight walls further until her entrance became a fountain that drizzled her fluids out onto her thigh and down to her rump before pooling on her floor, she dared to press farther inside herself forcing her tail another two inches inside before stopping again, she began pumping her tail in and out of herself causing her to moan in pleasure and her legs to twitch violently with want. She still licked her wanting clit but more violently than before sometimes wrapping her tongue around the sensitive pleasure button and pulling away causing her tongue to unravel from around the clit sending violent waves of pleasure up her spine. She began to pleasure herself more roughly as she became more and more overcome with pleasure, When she became close she laid her head on the floor staring into the distances as she became lost in her own euphoria of pleasure, thrusting violently inside herself stopping just before her cervix when a small sharp pain hit her. She slowed her pace enjoying the feeling of being filled by her own tail before speeding up again, her breathing became labored as her pleasure began to exhaust her, she couldn't stop from vocalizing her pleasure moaning and growling loudly between her panting, her tongue lulled out the side of her mouth as her eyes became half lidded, her hips kicked and bucked as she begged herself to finish it, She pulled her tail all the way out of herself before slamming back inside to her limit, after three more violent pumps her loins went numb for half a second, then she was flooded with feeling as pleasure shot from her loins like electricity through her body, her passage was consumed by her juices as they flooded through and out of her vent flowing out to her thigh and rump coating them in her juices. Her tail went limp, sliding out of her entrance that hugged her tail every inch of the way out refusing to let go until her tail was fully free allowing her vent to seal shut her black scales coming to rest in the very center, her juices looked like a dried waterfall cascaded over her scales leading a path out of her closed vent onto the floor. Searhara laid their letting time lose its meaning as she reviled in the glorious afterglow of her orgasm. But Searhara couldn't help but feel disappointed really; it wasn't nearly as good as she remembered it being when she was with her own kind, her thoughts soon turned her to her memories of home, where she lived peacefully in the high mountains above the farm lands so close to her yet out of reach, her memories of friends and family brought a pang of longing into her heart, she couldn't hold her emotions back anymore and slowly began to sob, wanting the world around her to fade away she covered her head with her wings creating a sanctuary of solitude in the darkness that surrounded her.

She was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a knock at her door. When she was slow to answer the door swung open wide to reveal Kinley standing in the hallway, as soon as she saw Searhara her face contorted into that of pure horror, she rushed to Searhara's side. “Oh Searhara, I'm so sorry, are you alright? Did they hurt you? Where'd they go? I'll have the guards' hunt them down and kill them for doing this to you!" Kinley's voice was that of pure anger and sorrow.

Searhara turned to face Kinley wiping away her tears with the crooks of her wings. “What are you talking about?" She asked confused.

“Describe the men who raped you, I promise you they won't get far." Kinley replied holding her angry tone.

That's when everything clicked for Searhara. “OH, no… This… This isn't what it looks like… I… Um…" Under her scales Searhara's face flushed hot red with embracement. “I… wasn't raped. I Just was a little antsy… so I took care of it myself."

Searhara covered herself with her wing trying to make the moment less awkward. Now it was Kinley's turn to be embarrassed. “Oh, I'm so sorry for barging in, it's just you didn't answer so I thought you weren't here and…" Kinley's face contorted into confusion. “Why were you crying?"

Searhara looked into Kinley's eyes studying her choices and their effects before she sighed heavily and looked away to the floor. “To be honest I'm home sick. I'm miss the dragon cliffs I called home, I miss the rolling hills with lush forest and bountiful game, I miss my friends and… I miss my home."

Kinley smiled sympathetically helping calm Searhara. “It's not weakness to miss what you love, you know."

Searhara laughed before looking back to Kinley. “But it's dangerous to let emotions cloud ones logic and thinking."

“Yes… but also no… if we have nothing to love then you become hallow, just letting life pass you by. By having something to hold onto you give yourself direction and meaning allowing you to think more clearly than just letting actions dictate actions, you have thought and emotion dictate action, you have a reason."

Searhara chuckled. “I know some dragons who would disagree… But I am not one of them, thank you."

Kinley smiled wide. “Anytime love."

The two sat in silence for a moment before Kinley realized she hadn't completed her original task. “Oh I almost forgot some of the girls were planning on going out today and if you aren't tired from your work shift, were wondering if you would like to come?"

“I would, but today was exhausting. I'm just too tired to do anything other than clean myself up and rest."

“Oh it's no trouble at all; you're welcome to come anytime of course… Um would you like some lavender for your room?" Searhara shook her head no. Kinley left the room disappearing behind the door she made sure to close on her way out. Once Kinley had left Searhara got to her feet and began to stretch arching her back like a cat as she did then proceeded to remove her clothing, starting with the sleeves on her forelegs she gently tugged on the fabric pulling it down the length of her foreleg with her free paw. Then she unclipped her stockings from the garter belt but was forced to curl herself on the floor to reach her stockings and repeated the process she used for her sleeves. Then she removed the garter belt sliding it over her legs and down the base of her tail, then did the same for her panties. Then she removed the collar and flower while sitting on her haunches and with the aid of her tail she removed her corset. She had always walked around without clothes; it had never been required of dragons to wear any form of clothing in the city, but after last night and being free of her clothing, now she actually felt naked. It was a most alien feeling to have a daily act she considered normal to suddenly become unwanted. Searhara shrugged off the feeling as she stepped into the shower loving the hot waters that flowed over her hide. Soon the scent of her need and arousal faded away with the water as she was cleaned of her juices. Once she had turned off the water and dried herself she became aware of a heated discussion happening outside her room. Searhara went still pouring her focus into listening in on the discussion.

“I don't care what the king says, today was just her first day and she is in no way ready for that kind of a demand!" The voice belonged to Kat and was full of rage.

“It doesn't matter. Weather she's ready or not she'll probably be dead by the end of it anyway, and the king wants that gold. No matter how you plead his answer will be the same. You have no choice, and she has no choice. You will have the dragon in that booth bound down waiting for his majesties esteemed guest."

“THE DRAGONS NAME IS SEARHARA." Kat shouted. “She is a person just like me or you and I will not force her to do anything she's not comfortable with!"

“You have no choice in this! If you refuse…"

“Then what? You'll kill me?" Kat asked still enraged.

“If I have to." After that there was a commotion and Kat screamed. Searhara charged out of her room the door slamming into the wall as it was violently through open. Kat had been thrown to the ground and the man she had been talking to held his sword ready to kill Kat. Searhara placed herself in between the two, facing the man her head low, ready to attack if necessary, a deep predatory growl vibrated through her throat as she glared menacingly at the man with unblinking eyes. The man hesitated and stepped back frightened by Searhara's sudden feral nature. As the man began to retreat, he shouted from the end of the hall leading to the open streets. “If you know what's good for you and your girls you'll obey the kings demand!"

Kat had gotten back on her feet and was standing beside Searhara. “She is one of my girls!" She shouted. After the man had disappeared, Kat suddenly seemed weak and slumped against the wall, she brought her legs brought up to her chest as she held her face in her hands. “What am I going to do, what can I do…" She continued mumbling to herself as she slowly began to sob.

Searhara nuzzled her arm trying to comfort her. “It's okay Kat."

Kat finally released her face and looked Searhara in the eyes tears streaking down her cheeks. He voice remained low and distraught as she spoke. “No Searhara, it's not. There is nothing we can do, we can't fight the king he has too tight a hold, and if we tried to run we would only wind up beggars in the streets and that's a life we can return to." Kat looked at the floor like she was ashamed. “And it takes every fiber of my being to not do as that man asked."

“Katlin… I'll do it."

Kat's eyes shot back to Searhara, she stared at Searhara her sorrow replaced with fear. “Searhara Do you know who this man is? His reputation is dominance and pain, he kills for pleasure, any girl that's with him will most likely die from his… his… his torture!"

“I'll do it… because I feel it's these people who deserve it the most."

“You've hardly met anyone of them!"

“But those I have met were kind to me and they speak fondly of those I have not… Trust me, I'm fine with this decision I have made, and it was made by none but me."

Katlin sighed finding Searhara resolute in her decision. “Very well Searhara… I… I will let the kings men know you've agreed to their request… get some rest you're probably exhausted." Searhara nodded the weight of the day suddenly taking hold of her making her drowsy. As she turned back to her open room Katlin stopped her standing awkwardly before Searhara before violently hugging her, gently sobbing into her scaly hide. “Thank you Searhara, thank you!" Searhara returned the hug wrapping her wing around Katlin. After they had broken their embrace Searhara returned to her room closing the door behind her before lying on the soft fabrics of her. Searhara reveled in the comfort they brought her as she curled up letting the sound of the busy streets below lull her into a dreamless sleep.

Searhara awoke as the sun began to set casting its golden rays over the roof tops blanketing the world with its many hues. The streets had begun to empty as people began returning to their homes for the night. But while others would sleep Searhara would wake, their night was her day, her life lived in the darkness of night and it didn't bother her in the slightest. The sun disappeared below the horizon its light giving way to the night that covered the city in its blanket of stars and darkness. A pit of anxiety formed in her stomach, tonight she would be served up like a lamb to the slaughter for the king's guest and only he would determine the outcome of tonight and in the end she would be powerless to choose an alternative –if any-, but she felt this was a sacrifice worth making for the sake of all the others who resided in this small safe haven away from the king. She sighed turning away from the window to her dresser to adorn her lingerie. Best not keep them waiting. She thought dismally her head held mournfully low as she looked over her choices of clothing before settling on her clothes she had worn the previous night. Using her paws, wing claws, and tail she was able to adorn her lingerie with minimal difficulty. She looked herself in the mirror observing herself once again she felt desirable and beautiful in her own way. But something was missing it took Searhara a moment to realize she was missing her flower that she adorned her horn with, she reached for illustrious flower but hesitated, she cherished the flower so but she couldn't help feel fear for its safety. Searhara took in a deep breath before adorning the beautiful flower and leaving her room, but as soon as she entered the hall she was greeted by what seemed to be the entire staff of the brothel. At the forefront of the heard stood a few familiar faces, Kinley and Sophie stood side by side and just a few feet behind them stood Robert, their faces showing respect and sadness. They stood silent and unmoving like ancient sentinels, Searhara began to slowly walk down the hall, and those who obstructed her path stepped to the side before nodding or bowing slightly to show their respect, some murmured her name while others whispered silent thanks. It was funny to her, outside this building no one would know or care about her sacrifice but in here it shook the world, every man and woman that would fall victim to the beggar king's terrible wrath was being spared by her one action, to those outside these walls it seemed such a simple act, but those within knew what was and what would soon be. She exited the crammed corridor entering the grand hall where she met Katlin.

Katlin stared at her with teary eyes threatening to break down crying. Choking back sobs Katlin spoke. “You're going… to be in… booth nine." Katlin lunged at Searhara encasing her in a heartfelt hug. “Oh Searhara… I am so sorry." Searhara returned the hug without a word. It was Searhara who broke the embrace heading for her booth on the second floor, two of the beggar kings guards slouched on either side of the booths entrance their attitude and posture showing their undisciplined inexperience. She entered the booth pushing the curtain aside with her wing. The interior of the booth had been remodeled for the beggar kings guest the bed in the center of the room remained the same except now there were anchors on the surrounding wall, ceiling, and floor. On either side of the room were two tables both holding a great multitude of toys ranging from dildos and rope to speculums and some other devices she couldn't devise a use for. She positioned herself in front of the bed sitting on her haunches with her tail draped over her forepaws staring at the ground waiting for the king's guest. The curtains ruffled and as silent as the night a man in red clothing entered the room, he wore a hood and mask covering all of his facial features except his sapphire blue eyes that seemed to shimmer with an eternities worth of knowledge. His gloved hands slowly removed his hood and mask to reveal the face underneath; he had short brown hair that gently furled out at the ends creamy white skin and a scar that went from his top lip down to his chin. He noticed her staring at him causing him to grin; he slowly approached Searhara with an intimidating grace, her heartbeat quickened as he approached unsure of his intentions, he reached out to her with his gloved hand and she backed away running into the bed unable to retreat any further, the man gently laid his hand on her head stroking back and forth, his touch disarmed her, her muscles relaxed and her heartbeat slowed. Searhara was unsure of what just happened but she couldn't help but feel calmer, she was still aware of his fearsome reputation but she couldn't help feel that he didn't belong to it, he hardly looked the menacing man people made him out to be and his gentle petting was not a gesture of hate. Searhara looked the man in the eyes as he continued to pet her, his gentle strokes causing her to unintentionally purr.

The man smiled showing his pearly white teeth, it was then she realized she had been purring causing her to blush, the man smiled wider taking her chin in his hand bowing down to her level. His voice was soft and clear but still held an intimidating tone. “Let's have some fun with that magnificent body of yours."

Searhara blushed even more before composing herself. “Very well."

The man stepped back returning to his full height. “Now if you could get on the bed and lie on your back please." Searhara obeyed. “Now try leaning your back against the wall." Again Searhara tried to oblige to his commands but ended up resting the back of her neck and her fore legs shoulders against the uncomfortable wall instead while her back and hind quarters lied on the bed. “Now give me your forepaw please." The man asked as he turned to face one of the tables, once he turned back to her he gently took her paw in his gloved hand before wrapping a soft leather belt around her ankle and secured it to an anchor next to her head he did the same with her left paw then once again turned back to the table. Searhara silently tested her bonds finding them stronger than she imagined, her position directly counteracted her strength making the bonds more effective causing Searhara to whimper, escape would be difficult if not impossible. The man once again turned back to Searhara holding multiple items in his hands that he discarded on the bed, from the pile he withdrew a collar that he held up to Searhara she looked at it and whimpered again causing the man to smile. He put the collar on and tightened it till it was just loose enough to breathe then he anchored it to the same two anchors as her forepaws. He then took her hind legs and placed a spreader bar between her paw and hip forcing her to keep her legs extended before pulling them apart with some rope attached to the bed frame exposing her dragon panties to him which he stared at with great pleasure before taking another strap and attaching it to her tail and anchoring it to the floor out of the way leaving her completely defenseless and exposed. He paced around the bed taking in the sight of his work. His gaze made her uneasy and she couldn't help but squirm in the grasp of her tight bonds causing the man to smile once again making Searhara more uneasy.

The man stepped up beside the bed staring down at his bound prey with a lustful hunger in his eyes he then reached for her head with something in his hands but before she could identify it or protest he forced the object into her mouth and tightened two straps over her top and bottom jaw it was then she realized he had forced a ball gag into her maw effectively muzzling her, she tried to dislodge the gag from her mouth but to no avail causing her to whine in defeat. Searhara's eyes showed her fear and anxiety the man looked at her with a wide smile as he gently massaged her chin witch hardly comforted her. He then stepped back and removed his gloves revealing his left hand that had been burned leaving it deformed and scared. She marveled at the mangled appendage curious as to the cause of its burning. He placed his hand on her left side stroking her scaled hide down to her thigh his hand rubbing her inner thigh with gentle circular motions that made her blush a little he then moved his hand down to her tail base brushing over her panties as he did making her squirm a little at the sensation of being touched. The man began massaging her tail base for a brief moment before sliding his hand under her panties his finger gently poking her tail whole making her twitch and squirm causing a chuckle to come from the man before moving his hand father up to her pink taco that had begun to present itself to him growing moist from his touches, he gently massaged either side of her vent with his two fingers, his touch just enough to make her squirm and want for more. Soon she began to whine and gently fight her bonds in an attempt to get more than his gentle teasing touch but no such pleasure came as he continued to torture her with want of more, she continued to whine and thrash but to no end as he just sat at the end of the bed and smiled at her while he continued to touch her. Eventually the man answered her plea and spread her entrance open the fabric of her panties becoming moist with her warm juices, he then began rubbing her inner folds making her smile in pleasure at the new touch he continued to massage her inner folds before he jabbed his middle finger into her wet pussy causing her to jolt in surprise at the pleasure of being spread even such a small amount, but as quick as the pleasure appeared it disappeared, Searhara whined making the man smile again as he continued to torment her with his light touches.

For what seemed like an eternity he tormented her wet slit before the sensation of being touched disappeared altogether, the man withdrew his wet hand looking at it shimmer with her juices in the candle light before licking one of his fingers then took a moment to regard the taste then made an expression of satisfaction before turning back to Searhara. “You have a mighty fine taste my dear, would you mind if I had some more?" Searhara looked at him her head tilted in confusion. He then grasped her panties and tore them apart exposing her vent to the open air causing her to squirm again. “You're quite a squirmy one aren't you? Well I do have that effect on the ladies." Searhara blushed at his words. He tossed both pieces of her panties aside as he turned his gaze to her now unprotected hot and moist slit that gently moved up and down with her breathing.

The man leaned down putting his face extremely close to her vent. “You look a little hot down there; I think I'll help cool you down." He said with a sly smile before blowing on her vent making her squirm widely at the strange feeling. “Hmm still hot? I guess a more direct approach is needed." He bent down all the way placing both of his hands on her inner thighs as he placed his face less than an inch away from her vent then he placed his tongue on the bottom of her vent and dragged it all the way up to the top making her shiver and moan at the sensation. Slowly she became warmer and warmer as he continued to stroke her vent with his tongue she continued to moan as he did so, her vent beginning to open up a little more exposing her pleasure button. The man smiled at the results of his actions pulling away whiping his wet mouth with his sleeve. Searhara whined again as he left her without pleasure.

He looked down at her clitoris with a sly smile. “I think I have something for you." He said poking the small numb before turning back to the table. When he turned back to Searhara he was holding a small ring that made Searhara's eyes go wide and made her struggle to get free. “Woah woah calm down my little dragon." He said putting his hands up as though he was surrendering to someone. Searhara calmed down only when she rediscovered fighting was useless. “Don't worry." The man said sitting on the bed beside her petting her belly through her corset. He held up the small clit ring. “This isn't real I guess you could say although by the time we're done you might wish it were." Searhara sat defeated and watched as he pinched her clitoris causing her to squirm and moan again, he then took the ring and instead of using a piercing like mechanism it just clamped tightly onto her sensitive little numb, Searhara yelped in pain as the ring held tight to her clit. The man let go of the ring and her clit letting gravity take hold of it, the weight of the ring stretched her clit away from its hiding spot causing Searhara a slight amount of discomfort.

The man looked Searhara in the eye and with a sly grin said. “Now for the real fun." Searhara whimpered in concerned fear as the man began once again looking over the tables pulling random objects aside until he returned with a pile of toys that he set on the bed beside her. He withdrew a large butt plug with a strange diamond decoration on the flat end. He looked at her and smiled she frowned and shook her head he just smiled wider and nodded, Searhara whined in protest but he just ignored her and began rubbing the toy in her folds lubricating it with her juices before pressing the tip to her tail hole, Searhara couldn't help but close her eyes and clench up at the feeling of an intruder at her back door. The man stopped and looked at her. “This'll hurt a lot less if you relax you know." Searhara opened her eyes and looked back at him whining slightly. “Oh come on its not that horrible plus you'll love it later, trust me." Searhara whined one last time before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. Again she felt the tip of the butt plug push against her back door at first she clenched but then relaxed as the tip slowly spread her tail entrance apart, wider and wider it spread her as she bared her teeth at the small pain that accompanied it then her ass closed rapidly around its base holding it securely within her, she opened her eyes and mewled at the discomfort of being spread in that hole.

The man again reached into the pile of toys and now produced a speculum that he used actual lubricant for instead of her fluids and inserted it into her vagina, Searhara squirmed as the device spread her apart, it gave her the pleasure of being filled but that was the only pleasure as its flat surface sat idle within her. As she began to adjust to the new intruder the man began cranking the wings open spreading her wider, she cringed as with each click of the crank spread her wider until he stopped at the last position leaving her cervix exposed to the outside world. “Ah there's the treasure I was looking for… But first." The man retrieved twenty or so small metal beads just smaller than a pinky fingernail and held them in the palm of his hand, he pinched one between his palm and pointer finger and held it up to the light before pushing it up to her pee hole, Searhara's eyes went wide and she once again began to struggle but it was too late, she felt the bead travel slowly down her urethra and into her balder where it gently rolled about with her struggling, the man then inserted a second a third a fourth and so on until ten of the beads rolled about inside her bladder making her feel more full than usual. Once he dropped the rest of the beads on the bed Searhara stopped struggling and glared at the man. “What don't tell me you didn't like it I mean look at how hot you are." He was right a part of her did like it as her sex became more and more hot, she hadn't realized it at the time but all this bondage and kinky play was driving her crazy to the point her sex ached with need. Her anger melted away with the heat of her sex as she whined for more. The man chuckled at her response seemingly knowing her feelings. “Alright one last thing and then I'll ride you." He pulled from the pile a black egg shaped object that he inserted a key into and began twisting as he explained the object. “This is quite the invention actually after its all wound up it vibrates violently causing great amounts of pleasure, but what it was designed for was actually to be inserted into the womb, for what reason I know not but I still think it would be fun to try." Searhara looked at him wide eyed, NO this is too far. That would cause more pain than pleasure trying to go past my cervix. Searhara thought. “Now don't worry I have this to help." The man raised a small bowl. “This is a muscle relaxant and paralyzing agent. It will force your cervix to relax and allow this past but the dose I'll be giving you will last only a few seconds, I feel I should also note that it won't numb you so you will feel a bit of pain but not nearly as much if we tried this without the relaxant and the egg can easily be removed with the string on the top so don't worry about that." Once he finished winding up the toy he rubbed the tip of his figure through the relaxant cream and rubbed it over her cervix. Her cervix instantly relaxed and the man thoroughly lubricated the egg before pressing the narrow end to her cervix and pushing hard, her entrance yielded relatively easy stretching open slowly, but suddenly her pupils dilated and her eyes went wider than ever and she roared in pain throwing her head from side to side clenching her eyes shut, the relaxant had already worn off and her cervix was trying desperately to shut causing her extreme pain. The man violently shoved the rest of the egg through, her passage ceiling tight behind it. As the pain began to subside she was greeted with a strange vibrating and tickling sensation, she tried to expel the egg but her cervix was shut tight, the only sign of the eggs presents being the small string used to pull it back out of her. Eventually the egg began to cause her pleasure and she moaned at its continued to vibrate.

The man smiled begging to remove his clothes. “And now, it's my turn." He withdrew the speculum from her vagina and waited a moment before mounting her. He sat on the base of her tail his hard cock drizzling his pre onto her waiting vent. He reached under her rump with his hands and lifted her up, the ropes spreading her legs even farther apart. As he slowly inserted his cock into her wanting pussy he spread her flesh apart with his rod, Searhara could feel his cock grind against the plug in her tail hole making her feel so incredibly full and causing a huge wave of pleasure to flow through her body, a slight pain from her sore cervix signaled he had reached the end of her tunnel, the vibrating on the other end of her cervix tickling his cock before he withdrew at the same speed. All but his cock head had been withdrawn from her pussy he sat there a moment letting her vagina suck on his cock begging it to reenter her, he obliged slamming into her with force causing the small beads inside her bladder to roll about violently the sensation only adding to her pleasure. He continued to fuck her slowly picking up a rhythm as he forced his cock inside her grinding against the butt plug and tossing the beads about inside her. There was so much feeling inside her, it was making her hotter and wetter, she began to pant as he forced himself inside her and pulled out again, with so much feeling inside her she couldn't resist or fight off her building orgasm it was just too much, as he again thrust into her she orgasmed her body flooding with pleasure she gasped and moaned her body going slack in her bonds as he continued to violently mate her, her body shook like a limp doll with each thrust as he continued to pound into her fighting for his orgasm, her body was so sensitive from her first orgasm that her second came even faster, she orgasmed over and over as he continued to pound her into a sore wet slimy mess. He continued to mate her violently that she began to ache from the brutal love making, she whined as he showed no signs of orgasming then he started slapping her hips with his own taking on a speed she thought would be impossible for humans to achieve. As he violently pounded her she began to build up another orgasm as well. The small room quickly began to resonate with the sound of their hips smacking each other and slick wet sex as he continued to mate her and her juices spilled out of her then he pounded her and shoved as far as he could into her his cock pressing painfully into her sore cervix bet the pain was lost in her orgasm as they both climaxed, he splattered her door with his juices as she covered his cock in hers… again. The both sat in there euphoric state looking into one another's eyes as they lost themselves in the afterglow. After what seemed like hours the man was the one who broke their contact slowly pulling himself out of her wet slick sex covered vent. Her hips, sex, tail hole, tail base, and a fare portion of her belly was covered in a sheet of her juices which stood as a monument of the good time she just had.

The man straddled her belly placing his cock in front of her face before removing her ball gag, she flexed her jaw a bit to remove the soreness of holding it as she did then looked up at him then back to his cock then back to his face. She put on a grumpy face and he responded with a pitiful frown before mouthing 'Please'. His facial expression disarmed her and she obliged taking his cock into her mouth cleaning their combined juices with her tongue once his cock was clean she cleaned his hips as well before stopping and looking back to him with a questioning expression. “Well are you going to return the favor?" she asked.

“I'm sorry but time is of the essence, and I got to fly." He said with a sly grin.

“Humph… Fine then go. Don't even bother untying me just go." She said sarcastically turning her nose up at him.

The man had already adorned his clothes and went too one of the tables scanning its surface as though he were looking for something, he stopped and with great haste grabbed a sealed envelope placing it in his jacket before turning back to Searhara. “Alright then my lady good bye and fare thee well." He bowed, drew his hood and mask over his face and disappeared behind the curtain.

Shocked Searhara exclaimed. “I was only joking!" But he had already gone. Searhara sighed and waited, slowly she began to fidget as she grew more uncomfortable with her position then the curtain ruffled and some of the brothel staff entered the room Kinley among them. Kinley's face was seemingly grave and depressed then she burst into excitement. “Searhara you're alive!" She exclaimed her and the staff seeming relieved.

“Yay." Searhara responded in a low tone with a smile as she waved her forepaws in their bindings.

“What happened are you hur. Oh… Oh my." Kinley's attention suddenly turned to Searhara's messy rear. “Is that yours or his?" She asked pointing a disgusted finger.

Searhara blushed then coughed gesturing towards the crowd behind Kinley. Kinley just looked back at her confused. Searhara just gestured again and Kinley turned to face the crowd then back to Searhara. “It's theirs?" The small crowd looked shocked and Searhara just sighed and tried to cover her face with her paw but was stopped by her bindings. Then Kinley realized what Searhara meant and quickly turned about to face the crowd. “Um could you excuse us gents?" The crowd soon disappeared behind the curtain leaving Searhara and Kinley alone. Kinley turned back to Searhara and put her hands on her hips her expression angry. “Now before I let you go I need to know whether or not I should chew you out, so If you'd please answer my question… yours or his?" she said again pointing at Searhara's cum covered rear.

Searhara just stared at her blankly her maw open as though she were about to answer but she said nothing. Kinley just glared back at her and Searhara finally caved in. “Mine." She said hesitantly.

Her response made Kinley snap. “Yours!" she shouted. “Here I am worrying that he's going to strangle you stab you or who knows what and you're in here orgasming what looks like a hundred times without a care in the world!"

Searhara just scowled as Kinley continued to go on her rant until she decided she had enough of it. “Kinley!" she shouted. “Just shut up and say you're glad to see that I'm alive?"

Kinley's anger instantly melted away. “You have no idea." She responded charging over to Searhara wrapping her in a big hug.

Searhara smiled. “You know I would hug you back but all my limbs are currently tied up."

Kinley instantly broke the embrace and stood up. “Oh right." Kinley began undoing all of Searhara's bindings freeing her from her leather bonds. Searhara rolled off the bed and stretched then stopped as she cringed in pain. “What's wrong?" Kinley asked.

“My poor rump is as sore as a tender steak."

Kinley stooped down to look at her rump. “Yeah looks like you got a fare few bruises under those scales. What happened?"

“He mated me harder than a horny drake towards the end, but it sure felt good too."

“Man Searhara what did he do brain wash you?"

“No just gave me the ride of my life. Speaking of him did anyone catch his name?"

“No but I guess you could ask one of the kings advisors they'd probably know after all he was the kings prized guest."

As Searhara went to exit the booth Katlin charged in. “Searhara I have good news. The kings guest…" It was then Katlin noticed Searhara's sex covered rump. “Oh my, what happened."

Searhara was already growing aggravated from this question. “I went and sat in bird poo." She said with a matter of fact smile.

Kinley responded for her. “She had the ride of her life."

Katlin looked at them both in confusion. “From who?"

It was Kinley and Searhara's turn to be confused. “From the king's guest, who else?" They responded slowly.

Katlin sat still for a moment. “Searhara the king's guest is dead. They found his body in an ally just a few miles from here they think he's been dead since this morning."

Searhara and Kinley stood in shock. “Then who did I just have sex with?"

Kinley smiled. “Oh what does it matter, you're alive and a murder is dead, let's just put this all behind us and get some rest, it's been a long night."

As the three began to leave two men from the brothel staff approached the booth and stopped Katlin. “Miss what would you like us to do with all those… 'toys'?"

Katlin looked at Searhara then at the men and in an angry tone. “I don't ever want to see those tools of pain in this brothel ever again."

Before the men could enter the room Searhara stopped them. “Wait don't throw them out some of them I need… and others… I like." They all looked at her surprised. “What? They're fun."

Katlin sighed and smiled waving the men away. “You're really starting to surprise me Searhara, one day you hate everything about this brothel the next you're having bondage sex with a person you don't even know."

Searhara smiled as she limped favoring her right leg that received the most of the pounding. “Don't tell anyone."

Once they reached the entrance of the hall to the living quarters Searhara looked back at the crowd and found many of them staring at her and on impulse she raised her tail revealing her sex covered rump, plugged tail hole, and pinched clit to them all then she disappeared down the hall. Katlin stood flabbergasted unsure wat to make of Searhara's actions. Kinley just continued to fallow her pretending she didn't see anything, once they reached Searhara's room Searhara turned to face Kinley blushing slightly. “Hey, um Kinley could I ask a big favor of you?"

“Of course what is it?"

“I need help getting some of these sex toys out later."

Kinley stood dumbstruck unsure of how to respond. “Okay."

“Um thanks." Searhara quickly closed the door a bit embarrassed, and head for a much needed shower.

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