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Misha's Purgatory - Claiming a Cobra

A YCH Story by Rix Solstice

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"What the hell is this job all about?" Tanakeah wondered as he stood in the office of Misha Salantir, owner of a fetish club called Purgatory. The floor-to-ceiling window that looked out over the Inner Circle section of the club had everything on display. About fifty metres wide, the wide open chamber was filled with various furs, many of them covered from head to toe in latex outfits. On a raised circular platform the Inner Circle had about fifteen stations for the patrons and attendants to play at, from a simple spanking bench to a full-sized suspension rig. At the moment there weren't very many patrons, but later at night there was often a lineup.

The few times that Tana had been to the club, he'd marvelled at just how realistic the outfits the attendants wore were. He'd even made use of one of the club's 'attendants' last month after a particularly difficult contract. The squeals the latex-clad wolf had made had been quite satisfying.

The cobra's lips curled into a smile when he caught sight of the selfsame wolf, currently strapped to a St Andrew's cross, being flogged by a small lop-earred rabbit. There was something very satisfying about watching prey species topping an obvious predator.

"I never tire of watching it. Managing the club takes a lot of my time, but watching people play and enjoy themselves is what makes my job worth it." Tanakeah jumped and spun around to face the speaker, instinctively adopting a defensive pose. It wasn't often someone surprised him, and in his line of work, being surprised could get you killed.

Leaning against the large oak desk was an unashamedly nude red fox of indeterminate age. Every part of her was proportioned perfectly. She didn't have an hourglass figure, something that was unusual to see. She had a full figure with wide hips and just enough plush in the right places. Try as he might, Tanakeah couldn't place her age. He got the sense that the vixen was used to the type of reaction he'd shown.

"For fuck's sake, miss Salantir, how the hell did you do that?" Tanakeah asked, nonplussed.

The vixen laughed and stepped close. "Nice carpets? I make a point of surprising people? Teleportation?" She grinned toothily and reached out to pat Tanakeah on the shoulder. "We'll never know. Call me Misha." She stepped to Tanakeah's left and gestured to the club below. "So... wondering why I invited you here?" Before the cobra could respond, Misha continued, "Obviously it's for a job."

Tanakeah turned and looked back down on the Inner Circle. "Well, yeah. I mean... what sort of job. Is someone harassing your attendants? Do you need me to hunt someone down? I figured you'd have your own staff to do that. You're obviously wealthy enough, miss... Misha."

Misha laughed and shook her head, "Oh no, I don't need you for that, dear. You're right that I have my resources." She turned, long tresses billowing out before resettling as she made her way back to her desk. She pulled open one of the drawers and took something out. "Catch!" she exclaimed before tossing the object at Tanakeah.

The cobra's arm shot out and he grabbed the item out of the air. When he saw what it was, his eyes widened. In his hand was an exquisitely crafted purple latex snake mask. There were two holes on the tip of the snout to allow for the wearer to breathe. Curiously enough, there was no elastic or band that would hold it in place. "What the?" he began to ask, then trailed off.

Misha chuckled and strode over to Tanakeah, then patted him on the shoulder again. "So. One of my regular attendants, a very popular ocelot that's a glutton for punishment, has had a family emergency. He'll be away for a month. I need you, my dear, to take his place for a while."

"You what." Tanakeah said flatly, keeping his voice neutral. "Are you asking me to be... a whore? Misha, I don't submit for money."

Misha nodded and offered him a bow, then asked simply, "Why not?" There was amusement in her eyes, as if she'd been expecting that response.

"Because I just," Tanakeah started to reply, then went quiet. "I just don't! A bodyguard. A bounty hunter. Security. Not a prossstitute." Despite his protest, Tanakeah wondered just what the terms of his service would be. He knew the ocelot that Misha was referring to. He'd even hilted himself in the enthusiastic feline the last time he'd been at Purgatory.

"Oh come on, Tanakeah," Misha purred, "Imagine a month of servitude. Covered in latex so tight you can't take it off. Being used for everyone's enjoyment like the pretty little snake you are. You rather enjoyed it when you found out some of my employees will top, too."

"Fuck, you really have been watching me, haven't you, Misha?" Tanakeah muttered. He turned his gaze to Misha, forked tongue flickering out. "Why me?" And soon after, "What's the pay like?"

The vixen laughed heartily at that, "Pay's good enough that your sabre-toothed friend said you'd be tempted." Misha sighed a little and continued, "As for why? I've never had any sort of ophidian in my service. Your kind aren't nearly as common as others. I thought I could make a special showcase. A purple-clad snake, ready to serve all takers. And... well, dear... I thought you might want to. Just a little. How's this sound?"

Misha stepped in front of Tanakeah and met his red-eyed gaze. "You don't want to take money to be my club's little fucktoy, then fine. Consider this an offered vacation. A month away from any sort of worries. Lodging, nourishment, everything covered. All you have to do is serve each and every cock and pussy that's presented to you. Take every spanking offered."

"Vacation, huh?" Tanakeah caressed the rubber mask in his hands gently, tracing the contours of the object. "One month?" he murmured, as much to himself as to the vixen that stood in front of him. "You need me for one month." Of all the jobs that the cobra had taken, this would be the most unique. All he had to do in order to accept the contract was to put it on.

"One month, yes. And you'll be mine completely. Well, you'll be the club's plaything, really. Anyone who wants to use you, will, and you'll have no say in the matter." Misha said, her voice husky and low, "Imagine... it's a kind of freedom, really. No need to worry about your safety. No need to worry about danger. Protected, helpless, mine. Maybe you'll like it enough to stay with me. All you have to do, my dear, is put the mask on. That's your consent. Just know that... well, you're getting more than you bargained for."

Tanakeah's eyes narrowed and he looked up at Misha, who still wore that almost seductive grin. "How?" He asked, suddenly suspicious.

Misha frowned a little, then stepped closer, dancing her fingers up the cobra's back. Her other hand crept across his belly and teased at the vent at his groin. "I don't think you really want to know. Just know you will be my creature completely. And that you'll find out just how much when I'm done with you and you're ready to start work."

"Ssssooo you expect me to take you on faith?" Tanakeah murmured, looking past the mask in his hands to the large club in the middle of the room. He really couldn't deny that the vixen's offer was one he'd thought of seeking out on his own. When her fingers traced his vent, he felt his cock start to push out a little, tapered and slick.

"Oh, of course not. But it could be more fun that way. If you like, I'll tell you the whole process and allow you to interview any member of my staff beforehand." Misha said softly, teasing a finger across the tip of that emerging shaft. "But I think you like surprises."

"Ssso I do," Tanakeah breathed, his words slurring a little at the attention Misha was paying to him. To_be_ one of the club's playthings, after all the use he'd made of the others, was too much for him to pass up, and before he could stop himself, he found himself lifting the mask to his face.

The mask felt like it was made for him, fitting almost perfectly onto his blunt snout. For a moment, all he could see was the translucent latex. He could breathe through the little holes at the tip, but it covered his face completely otherwise. And then there was a change. There was no other way to describe it. One moment it was a solid purple latex mask, the next it was flowing like liquid across his head, covering it completely. Where his hands held it, more of that latex had started to flow.

"Wonderful..." Tanakeah heard Misha say, "Calm down. Let it take its course. There's no stopping it now." The cobra tried to speak, to open his mouth, but that only gave the strange substance an ingress to his mouth.

"W-wait!" He gasped, "SSSTOP IT!" That was all he could get out before it started to flow down his throat and coat the entire inside of his mouth. As it crept rapidly further down he felt Misha's surprisingly strong arms pinning him to the window.

"Your contract is signed, my dear," Misha said firmly, using the force of her weight to keep the cobra pinned to the window as she allowed the process to continue. "Calm down. You're safe. You're mine. You want this." The words had some strange force behind them, as much because they were entirely true as anything. The latex started to flow over his earpits and hood, covering him in warmth. It did feel good, really and without thinking he reached down to start to stroke himself. Misha chuckled, and Tanakeah realized his mistake as the latex crept off of his hand and started to coat his length. "That's right... help it take you, pet."

Tanakeah wanted to moan, but that liquid was flowing down his throat, cutting off his air supply completely. For a moment, he wanted to panic, instinct telling him to try to fight, but then he felt Misha's hands on his snout. "Relax..." she almost purred, and this time there _was_weight to that word, and instinct was suppressed by a wave of calmness filled the cobra.

Inch by inch the latex started to flow across him, drawing out his length and even starting to push into the tip and explore his urethra. The purple latex that had been creeping up his arms soon met with the latex that had now completely covered his head. Even as the latex started to fill his lungs and creep down to his stomach, the cobra wondered just when it would stop.

With no air, he started to see stars, but all of a sudden the need to breathe was simply gone. His chest was rising and falling, but he wasn't exactly breathing. Even as the latex flowed out from his groin to meet the rest that was creeping down across his belly, Tanakeah let out a low moan. He could feel the latex wriggling and squirming down the inside of his cock at the same time as it crept under his tail and pushed into the tight pucker there. "Oh," he gasped. "This feels..."

"That's right, pet," Misha murmured, stroking at Tanakeah's frill as the flowing latex continued to cover her newest 'employee'. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

Tanakeah nodded, struck dumb by the feeling of that strange liquid covering him. Even more unusual was the fact that he felt Misha's touch as if it were his own skin. His fingers played up and down his length as, inch by inch the latex continued to cover him. He could even feel it squirming and wiggling inside him, probing and flowing in places he'd never thought possible to touch.

When, finally, the latex stopped flowing and the last of his pale blue scales were fully obscured by shiny, smooth latex, the suit flowed away from his eyes and he could see again, and the first thing he saw was Misha's wicked grin.

"It's part of you, pet. Inside and out, the suit is you. The answer to a question so many have. But I think that I should show you what else it does, for everyone else. But first, why don't you look down?"

Without thinking, the cobra did as he was bid, and gasped, his red eyes widening in shock. Beneath the now dark-blue length of his cock were a pair of apple-sized balls in a smooth soft-skinned pouch. Without thinking, he gently grabbed them and hefted them in one of his hands. The sensation was intense. "What did you do?" Tanakeah asked. He could feel those balls like they were his own.

Misha reached up to hold Tanakeah's chin, looking back into his eyes. "I made you my slave, dear," she said softly. "I'm a fox of my word. In one month, I'll let you go. But right now, you're mine. Turn around. Face the Inner Circle."

Before he could even process the command, Tanakeah found himself turning to face the plate-glass window. In the time that his transformation had taken the club had filled up a great deal. "How?" Was all he could say.

"Hush, toy. You can't talk. Words aren't allowed," Misha said firmly, and Tanakeah found that suddenly, the latex had sealed over his mouth, preventing him from even opening it. "I have a bit more control over your outfit than others." She drew one of his arms behind his back and pulled up a little until it was just a little uncomfortable, and Tanakeah felt the outfit merge together, locking his arm in place. Next came his other arm, and soon that was also stuck in place. Already they had started to ache. "Beneath is flesh and bone, but let's just say that your outfit has subverted your skin."

"Just know that I can. The how isn't important. You're just a fucktoy now," Misha growled, and slapped Tanakeah's rump just above his tail. "You'll do as you're told. You can fight it, but you'll do as you're told anyway."

Tanakeah squealed at the slap. It stung almost more than if it had been his skin, but he felt a flush of pleasure, of need at the sensation. Without thinking, he was presenting his rump for her again. "Rewards for obedience. Such a good toy," Misha murmured, and obliged the cobra with another slap. Again there was that stinging pain, but with it came that unbidden rush of pleasure.

"No need for food," Misha said, and nipped at the cobra's neck. "The energy expended is nourishment enough. That and the UV lights all over. Photosynthesis is lovely, isn't it? Just think, I could seal every hole and stick you in a box for a month, and as long as I left a light on you'd stay just perfectly healthy."

Tanakeah moaned, now fully understanding what he'd signed up for. He'd always wondered how the outfits could be so realistic, how the attendants in the Inner Circle went for so long without rest. When she talked about sticking him in a box, Tanakeah shuddered from head to toe and felt his cock twitch.

"Ohhh... well then dear, I think you like that idea," Misha inquired of her captive cobra, and reached around to stroke the stiff spire of flesh. "Do you want that, dear? Sealed into a nice little cell when you're not on shift? Your senses dulled? Stuck in a box like a proper toy, only brought out to be used?"

The cobra groaned, finding himself nodding his head as Misha continued to stroke. It was then that he felt something unexpected against his rump. Wetness, and a firm spire of flesh that was pressing up against his backside. He tried to turn around, but the vixen's weight was pressing him up against the thick window. Normally he would use his hands, but with his arms behind his back, he couldn't find any purchase.

"I'll do that then. You're already being such a good toy, that I think I'm going to take you right now. Everyone's watching, you know. Just look down at all those eyes on you. Watching you being taken."

Tanakeah almost snorted, but then felt a strange knot in his belly as he looked down on the Inner Circle. All the play had stopped, and everyone, even the other employees, was watching what was unfolding against the window of Misha's office. He'd been used in public before, but all the same, he felt reluctant, embarrassed. Helplessly, he squirmed, trying to wriggle out of Misha's grip. Why was he feeling so self-conscious? And why was that embarrassment making him even more aroused?

Misha lifted Tanakeah's tail and pressed it up against her toy's captive arms, and soon the cobra's tail was being secured in the same fashion as his arms had been. Deft fingers stroked the tight ring of flesh that was under his tail, "I'm going to enjoy tying with you. My pretty little snake."

If Tanakeah had been embarrassed before, those words enhanced it almost a hundredfold. He groaned and bucked against the hand that continued to stroke at his cock. He didn't even think to wonder how Misha was going to tie with him, even though he'd had a chance to see the vixen completely nude for long enough to know she didn't have a cock of her own. All the same, he couldn't deny that a thick spire of flesh was pressing up against his rump.

"I can have whatever I want, dear, and right now, I want you," The vixen growled, and pressed the tip of that thick vulpine cock against her toy's pucker. "Mine. All mine. My toy. My club's toy."

Tanakeah whimpered; something didn't feel right. The skilled fingers playing up and down his shaft were skilled enough that he should had lost control already, but he felt like he was stuck on the very edge of release. He bucked and tried to thrust against Misha's hand, but it only made his need worse.

Misha clucked her tongue, "Mnh, dear, none of that. The suit won't let you. After all, how can you satisfy the ladies if you pop too soon, hmm?" That revelation drew another groan from the cobra as he realized yet another layer of control the vixen had laid upon him.

As Misha pressed forward, she gently guided the cobra to bend his knees so she could get a better grip. "Stomp your foot twice for hard, once for gentle." Before Misha even finished, Tanakeah had stomped his foot down twice. "Oh, good_toy_."

It had been so long since Tanakeah had felt so vulnerable, so embarrassed at being mounted. If he had to be honest with himself, the cobra was enjoying that. Still, he was confused by the way Misha was making him feel. He _liked_having an audience, so why was his embarrassment growing.

"In case you were wondering, toy," Misha explained, remaining still, letting the cobra's embarrassment grow. "It's the suit making you feel like that. Like it's your first time being used publicly. Can you remember how it felt?"

All that the cobra could do was moan, feelings of vulnerability and humiliation growing. He did remember well just how it had been his first time bottoming in public. He'd been so scared, so desperate. And he'd chased that feeling for ever since. Now he was feeling it like that first time, and he loved it.

"Ready now," Misha cautioned as she gripped Tanakeah's hips, perfectly manicured claws dimpling the smooth purple latex. With only those two words as warning, drove herself under the cobra's tail, spreading the tight ring of muscle wide. "Ohhh, that feels wonderful."

If Tanakeah could have screamed, he would have, but all that he could do was squeal, the suit still sealed, only allowing him to breathe. Misha's cock was thick, and she was almost hilting herself all in one go, the swell of her knot bumping against his tailring. It hurt, but the sense of fullness and submission had him moaning and pushing back. Or was it the suit guiding him to press back against the vixen.

"Been way too long since I did this," Misha said as she began to pull back out until the tip was just barely inside her toy. Then, once again, she slammed forward to the top of her knot, six inches of cock buried in her newest conquest. As before, Tanakeah squealed and bucked, his cock smearing that purplish precum on the window in front of him.

"You're so tight, Tana,.. here we go," Misha growled, and started to fuck the cobra in earnest. Bucking her hips as hard as she can, she pounded into the helpless toy over and over. "Doesn't it feel good, dear, to be used like this?"

Tanakeah barely registered the words. His entire world was that fucking, the feeling of being claimed and used like a toy. His tailring ached, throbbing and clenching with each of Misha's thrusts. Through it all, he felt used, humiliated... and content.

"Such," the vixen grunted, "A good. TOY."

At this point, the entirety of the Inner Circle's patrons and staff were watching. Tanakeah could even see a dragon leaning against the wall, watching with hunger in his eyes as he stroked his ridged shaft. The cobra dimly recognized him as the first person he'd played with at the Inner Circle.

"Nngh, getting close," Misha growled. "You're going to be the first little fucktoy I've knotted in a good long time. Don't get to use it often enough." The vixen drew back, and the next time she slammed forward, she kept pushing, the bulb of her knot demanding entry into her toy's rear.

Tanakeah's eyes went wide and he shook his head. That was almost too much for him, and he whimpered and squealed as the pressure continued. Millimetre by agonizing millimetre, he was spread wider than he'd ever felt. Finally, the pressure was gone and Misha's knot slipped into him, his tailring squeezing the base of her cock. He could feel that knot swell inside him, locking the vixen to her toy.

It only took a few more bucks of Misha's hips before she cried out, and the scent of feminine arousal and the sensations of warmth pulsing inside Tanakeah told him that she was spending her seed inside him. She pushed herself against the toy's rear, leaning over him as her hips soon stopped moving. "Theeere we go. You're mine," she gasped, her tone triumphant.

Misha reached around and gripped Tanakeah's tapered shaft, stroking it. "Such a good toy," she breathed.

Tanakeah slumped against the window, closing his eyes. His tailring was throbbing, aching more than he'd ever felt. He'd been used, utterly and completely, and it was only his first day. As deft fingers stroked his length, he whined in frustration. He was so close, but if what he'd been told was true, there was no way he would get over the peak.

"Tell me, toy... do you want to feel completely, utterly used? Do you want to know just how little control you have?" Misha asked, tugging her hips for emphasis and making the cobra groan.

For a few moments, Tanakeah wasn't sure if he did. He couldn't shake his head, he couldn't talk, only whimper. He couldn't lie, though, and eventually found himself nodding. He wanted to know just how he could feel more deliciously humiliated and debased.

"Piss. Yourself. Now." Misha commanded.

No command, no suggestion, could have shocked the cobra more. He tried to fight it, but his body wouldn't listen to him, and for the moment he was completely under its control. A stream of acrid urine spattered on the window, flowing down it to the carpeted floor where a dark stain started to spread.

Tanakeah groaned as he emptied his bladder against his will in front of the watching eyes of dozens. In that moment, the cobra knew exactly who he belonged to. He was Misha's creature for the next month, completely and utterly. He'd been utterly debauched and humiliated, and all he could think of was how much he wanted to keep feeling like that.

When the last dribbles of piss came free, Tanakeah felt something else, something utterly unexpected. "Oh, you thought I was done?" Misha asked, a little note of mockery in her tone. Warmth and wetness was growing inside of Tanakeah, feeling completely different than the spurts of vulpine seed.

"Now that feels good, toy," Misha murmured. "Bet you didn't expect this." For half a minute, he felt that warmth and fullness grow, and then Misha was tugging. Her knot had deflated enough, it seemed, for her to start to pull out.

The cobra couldn't believe what had just happened, what Misha had just done to him as a last little reminder of what he was to her now. When, seconds later, he felt his tailring stretch again, a torrent of Misha's own urine poured from his stretched tailring, soaking the carpet.

"I'm going to keep you right here, toy. Follow," Misha commanded. His tail and arms still trapped behind him, Tanakeah followed, his tailhole still dribbling the mixture of piss and semen that Misha had left inside him.

The vixen led her toy around her desk, and she grinned as she led him to a small closet door. Opening it, she gestured, "Go in. You'll know what to do."

The closet was barely large enough for the cobra to fit in, crouching down. The walls were black, featureless, as was the roof. There was a strange luminescence that seemed to have no actual source. As he looked in, he saw that there was a small depression there, meant for him to kneel. What was even more surprising was there was a huge canine dildo attached to the floor.

Without warning, Tanakeah felt the suit release him. For a few moments, he stumbled, confused. He knew then what Misha wanted, and this, he would have to do unaided. He looked back at her, eyes almost begging her to make him. Misha shook her head, stroking her cock as she sat on her desk. All of a sudden, that length was just gone, from one blink to the next, and she was as Tanakeah had first seen her.

"Last chance, toy. Go in, or stay out. Take the knot, and I'll lock you in place. I use this room to punish, but for you, well, you wanted it. For one month, this will be where you rest. No sight. No sound. Full. Motionless. And only coming out when I want you to work in the Inner Circle."

It was Tanakeah's turn to surprise Misha, as he crouched without hesitation and squeezed into the closet. Turning around, he started to kneel. Closing his eyes, he knelt in the depression, using only his senses to guide the tip of that dildo to his tailring. He bore down, thankful for the stretching Misha had given him already.

Straining, he bore down on the toy. Somehow he knew if he didn't do this right now, he might stop himself, he might decide he was content to simply be another employee. Deep inside, he knew he didn't want that.

The toy was most definitely larger than Misha had been, but as he bore down, Tanakeah groaned. He was forcing himself down on it, confident that the suit wouldn't let him be hurt. As he felt the knot pop in, he groaned again, and looked up at Misha in desperation. When his rump touched the bottoms of his feet, he felt the knot of the toy inflate, becoming almost _too_big for him to handle.

"Oh, my dear, I've never seen someone so eager, so... perfect," Misha whispered, and crouched in front of the little closet door.

Tanakeah gasped as he felt the suit change once more. It tightened, stretched, constricting on him. He felt it go rigid, locking his head in place, facing forward. It even constricted on his new balls and his cock, becoming painfully tight. He felt like he could barely breathe, even though he instinctively knew he didn't really have to anymore.

"There we go, toy. Locked in a closet like a real fucktoy should be," Misha murmured, and soon the latex had covered his eyes, cutting off his sight so all he could see was blackness. Not a single bit of light shone through the suit. "That's right," came her voice. "Just. A. Toy."

And then silence, all that he could hear was the rush of his blood, the rapid beating of his heart. He heard, rather than felt, the door to the little closet close, and Tanakeah was left alone. Something changed in his mouth, and he felt his jaw stretching, the latex forming into the shape of a vulpine cock, teasing at the back of his throat.

Voiceless. Sightless. Motionless. Deaf but for the sound of his heart and his blood. Tailring stretched wide.

Tanakeah was happy.