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Dhahabi paused as he exited the car, taking a deep breath through his nose. The werewolf stood rather tall in the crowd thronging around, somewhat out of place in the throng of ordinary people, not least because of the sleek private car that had dropped him on the curb. Dhahabi had short, black fur, with pointed ears that stood up from his head and game him a strong resemblance to some form of jackal. It wouldn't be the first time if someone passing by had muttered something about old Egyptian gods.

He was ignoring all of them at the moment though, focusing on trying to remember where he was going. "This is the place," he said, leaning down to speak directly to the driver. "I'll call you when I need to be picked up. Don't come back until then." With that, he strode off into the crowd, becoming just another member of the masses. Even a werewolf wasn't so unique as to be an immediate fright, and the anonymity of being another face among many was something that Dhahabi enjoyed now and again.

Open air markets were always busy places, regardless of where they were and this one was no exception. Indeed, this particular market was something very different. It's name was simply 'The Great Market'; say that, and anyone would know which one it was. Even 'The Market' would suffice. It sprawled out, a miniature city in its own right, with hundreds of millions of credits flowing in and out of it every day. Possibly even every hour. It was said that one could find anything inside the Market, from any explored world and to sate every curiosity.

"I certainly hope that's the case," Dhahabi murmured to himself as he moved with the crowds through a large, arched gate, one of numerous entrances and exits to the Market. Of course, the Market was even larger than most people knew. There were places restricted to only the incredibly wealthy, or the connected. Dhahabi happened to be both, but even he had only tasted that side of things. Some such places were merely exclusive bars or restaurants, but every desire could be catered to in the Market. Whores were easy to come by in certain sections, but true slaves were another thing altogether.

Dhahabi mused on the rumours that he'd heard detailing such things. Those affairs were kept highly secret due to their often illegal nature. Still...for those with the credits to pay for it, every pleasure could be had within the walls of the Market, or beneath its grounds, no matter how degenerate or perverse. Dhahabi had been invited to a bar one evening and spied a pretty girl sitting close by the side of one of the more boisterous patrons. He had, after imbibing enough booze, confided in Dhahabi that she was a recently-purchased sex slave, bought that very night.

Her training was certainly impeccable, Dhahabi thought to himself, thinking of how the woman had conducted herself. He didn't even know if she was sold willingly or not, but for some reason he leaned towards the latter. Still, it wasn't his concern. After all, Dhahabi had his own pets to worry about. They were, in fact, why he was in the Market at all. Many things could be found in conventional stores or online, but only the rarest, one-of-a-kind, or strangest things could be found in the market. Things imported from off-world, perhaps even smuggled past customs. With Dhahabi's money, he'd be able to see practically whatever he wanted.

The werewolf let his feet carry him along with the crowd for a time. The street he had come in on was wide but still cramped. Store fronts were crammed into the building to either side, mostly old brickwork. Now and then though, a modern building of steel and glass seemed to burst forth from the ground, some containing dozens or hundreds of storeys. Only rich business owners could afford those though, and poorer ones remaining in brick buildings. The poorest of all made do with stalls and stands out on the street, shouting and advertising their wares as the people streamed past.

Dhahabi knew that the main streets wouldn't contain what he wanted though, so the black-furred werewolf slipped down a side street once he was well into the Market, leaving the crowds behind. The flow of people cut off almost immediately, and remained low as Dhahabi headed into the warren of back-streets, alleys, and cramped nooks where more obscure stores held their wares. Businesses in the Market tended to group vaguely into areas of business, and he was headed for one in particular...

The wolf's keen ears pricked forwards a little as he heard the vaguest beats of some sort of song and he smiled. This particular area of the Market was dominated by strip clubs, brothels, and many businesses associated with certain 'sins of the flesh' as many said. Just what I need, Dhahabi thought to himself smugly. For a moment, he considered finding a strip club and taking a drink or two while he enjoyed the entertainment on offer, but Dhahabi dismissed it after a moment.

"Stay on task," he admonished himself. "You know why you're here..." That much was easy. Dhahabi wanted to peruse various chastity items for his own pets... The idea of them being pent-up and eager to serve was simply so delightful! And the more permanent, strange, and effective the chastity was, the better. Cages, piercings, they were common and, therefore, boring. Dhahabi wanted something new to use on his pets and if there was ever a place to find something rare and new, it was here.

Giving a sigh, he bade the mental image of a pole dancer farewell and set off down the back streets once more, heading away from anywhere that was too popular and new. As the saying went, 'true treasures are not found on well-worn paths'. Dhahabi had taken that quite to heart today. There were even fewer people now on the paths he was walking, most of them in small groups or even entirely alone. Some were confident, like Dhahabi, but others turned their faces away, hunching down as if embarrassed or terrified to be found here.

The stores on the back street were curious affairs. Some relied on their esoteric feel to bring in customers. A small restaurant might be spread about in whispers among clientele eager to share their 'secret find'. Others might be exclusive, or sell a few highly-expensive wares. Still others might be home to brokers and 'finders', who could procure any number of items for the client of discerning means. Dhahabi had found them all over the years and he knew that the shabby exteriors and dusty windows didn't mean anything for such places. Why, one of the wealthiest diamond brokers in the Market operated out of a dingy little place that, from the outside, looked as if it was to be demolished. Inside, it was a veritable palace, but the exterior helped keep those who had no business with him from wandering inside and wasting the broker's valuable time.

So as Dhahabi wandered the back streets, he examined all the stores equally, not discounting ones with broken windows or peeling paint out of hand. Some had little holo-emitters instead of signs, but few of those were working, sending flickering light over the vicinity much like a dying neon light from times past. There were little 'marks' that vendors sometimes places on the facades of their stores, ones that might signal to someone particularly vigilant and knowledgeable what was inside. Dhahabi knew a couple but many were unknown even to him. Still, he spotted one of the marks on a store nearby, one with the windows covered in brown paper and no sign whatsoever.

As the werewolf pushed open the door though, cool air-conditioning ruffled his fur, a welcome respite from the humidity outside. The interior was decorated with a rich but subtle purple colour, dark on the walls. There were several lights hanging down from the ceiling that cast a warm, inviting glow over the room. "Welcome, sir," a voice said, Dhahabi glancing over to see a young female attendant in a black dress. A simple, silvery collar glittered at her through, just a simple circlet of metal.

The showroom of the store was simple four tables with glass cases on top of them, rather like jewellery cases. Inside, small metal objects, no larger than Dhahabi's thumb, were arranged in neat rows. "Hi," the werewolf said, leaning over one of the cases with interest. "What are your wares, if I may ask?"

The woman came over closer, keeping her hands clasped in front of her. "This store sells a variety of custom-made augmentation implants, sir," she said, motioning towards the cases. "These particular implants are all geared towards...certain proclivities." She motioned very subtly to her own collar.

"Ah, I understand," Dhahabi said, looking back down with interest. "I shall have to remember where this place is..."

Could be a fun thing to try with my pets, Dhahabi thought to himself, tempted to ask the attendant a bit about the capabilities of each implant. Augmentation implants varied in their lawfulness, but anything affecting the mind, cognition, or similar functions were all firmly on the wrong side of the law. That didn't mean that one couldn't procure them though...

"Next time," he said, standing reluctantly and moving back from the display cases. "Thank you."

The attendant just nodded as Dhahabi moved back onto the street. The black werewolf found another three stores that he went inside, and though all were interesting, none sold anything that he was specifically looking for. He was definitely in a good area...already, many of the stores were beginning to straddle the line of legality, based on what Dhahabi could see. That was good; he didn't want legal if legal was boring, as it so often was. One was a packed sex toy shop, holding all manner of devices, but none of them were concerned with chastity like Dhahabi wanted. The others didn't hold anything that satisfied his search either, though he made sure to ask.

As the werewolf continued to wander out along the shadowed streets, he began to wonder if it was time to take a break. His stomach gave a growl and the wolf considered going to one of the closest bars. There he could get a drink, some food, perhaps even a girl to warm his lap for a little while... But he didn't want to give up quite yet either. One more store, he thought to himself grudgingly. Then I can take a break for a little while.

There was another store up ahead, tucked away in a little alley. The door was narrow enough that if it'd been and smaller, Dhahabi would have had to turn sideways to pass through it. As soon as he opened it, the dust in the place seemed to assault his nose. The werewolf's nose wrinkled as he fought back a sneeze that was building inside his muzzle. This store didn't have the well-cleaned look of the others. It looked rather like an old pawnbroker's store for sex toys. There were cluttered shelves around the circumference of the room with dusty cuffs, collars, hoods, dildos, plugs, and many other things besides. Some of she shelves had little static emitters to keep the dust away but others allowed the dust to settle on the store's wares.

Normally, the rather unclean interior would have made Dhahabi turn and leave at once, but he had said to himself that this would be the last store and he wanted to make it worth it. Besides, he reasoned, sometimes there's rare things in places like this. He wasn't sure if he believed his own justification, but there were easily thousands of items in the store; they were worth a quick look at the very least.

There was no attendant or owner; the place seemed quite deserted. A bell rested on the corner of the counter at the back, but Dhahabi didn't ring it. He was quite happy to peruse the wares on offer on his own for the time being. Starting at the door, the black wolf moved around in a slow circle, stooping to examine the lower shelves and making sure to examine everything carefully. Most of it was, as he had thought when he entered, junk. Simple and common toys and devices that could be picked up anywhere made up the bulk of the items on display, but there were some curiosities tucked into the mess here and there.

Dhahabi found a metal cube about an inch on each side that had a chain leaning from one corner. Little lines of glowing green circuitry traced around the edges, indicating that it had some electronic function. What it was though, Dhahabi couldn't have guessed so he put it back down. The next odd item he found, the wolf did recognise: it was a metal ring of sorts, meant to be placed on the temples like a circlet. It induced a temporary state of pleasure, like a technological high, and was quite illegal. Dhahabi had given one a try at an exclusive bar a year or two ago. He wasn't in the market for such a thing right now, but the sight of the circlet gave him hope. If this is here, I wonder what else there is?

Placing the circlet back down, he began to look through the wares more eagerly. It was a little difficult to really evaluate everything; Dhahabi was hardly an expert on identifying esoteric devices, but he could guess at the function of most things. It would have been easier if there'd been someone to explain whatever caught his interest, but he was too caught up in his search to go and see if there was anyone home.

After a little while, he began to grasp the haphazard and chaotic organisation, for there was an organisation to everything. There were rough groups of items that performed similar functions and the longer he searched, the more in tune that Dhahabi got with the system. He was able to skip an entire row of shelves with a quick glance, knowing that there was unlikely to be anything there that was related to chastity. I hope there is a section for chastity, he worried, but it seemed that the store held something for every kink, so the wolf just needed to be patient.

Sure enough, he found the section that dealt with chastity and denial. There were a few obvious items, like cages and chastity belts, but they rested on one of the shelves without the dust-repelling emitters, dull and dirty and covered in dust. Still, Dhahabi wasn't deterred, wrinkling his nose to hold back another sneeze as he lifted a few of the cages to examine them. They were fairly good quality, made of strong metal and in a variety of sizes and configurations, but he could buy things like that for himself in other places, or have them custom-made. "Must be something," he murmured, stooping down to look on another shelf.

"There's always something here," a voice said, making Dhahabi spin around with a growl, the response automatic when startled. There was a man standing behind him, wearing an old suit that was nearly a century out of style. A pocket watch chain even glittered at his coat. But he was smiling, and had his hands clasped behind his back. "I stock everything that one could wish for, good sir. Within reason, of course."

"Oh," Dhahabi said, relaxing a little from his fright. "So you're the owner? I didn't think that there was anyone here."

The man made a quick, apologetic bow. "Apologies, good sir," he said. "I am indeed the owner of this establishment, and Mr. Dext is my name. I get few customers, and there were matters that required my attention in the storeroom. Perhaps I could assist the gentlemen in finding something to suit his fancy? I am most well acquainted with the contents of my humble residence."

His way of talking was odd to Dhahabi, but then again, one could run into a lot of odd and eccentric figures on the back streets of the Market. As long as the shopkeeper didn't cause problems, Dhahabi was happy enough to tolerate his behaviour if it got the wolf what he wanted. "You certainly have a lot of unique items," the wolf replied easily. "You might be able to help me find what I want..."

"Of course, of course!" Dext replied, sounding positively gleeful at the opportunity to assist. "And what does the good gentleman wish to find?"

"Chastity," Dhahabi replied, tapping a finger on his chin thoughtfully as he sought a way to convey precisely what he wanted. "Something for a male pet, preferably. And something...unique, rare, if you know what I mean. The more secure it is, the better, too. Beyond that, I'm happy to peruse any options that you can present." Dhahabi was mostly expecting the man to be rather confounded by his particular request, but Mr. Dext just nodded immediately, the top hat bobbing.

"Of course, sir," he said, shooing Dhahabi to make the werewolf take a few steps back so the shop-owner could access the shelves. He reached down deep into one of the lower shelves, pulling out a dusty metal canister and setting it down on one of the few bare tables nearby. From there, Dext flitted from shelf to shelf to table, picking up a few objects and placing them in front of Dhahabi, who moved closer to get a better look.

There was that same canister, some augmentation mods, a strange-looking cage, and a few other things. "So, what are these?" he asked, pointing to the mods.

"Ah, those are a rather special custom model," Mr. Dext said with Glee. "Picked them up from a trader almost ten years ago. They're not approved, but they'll make an orgasm impossible, with a few other tweaks and customisation available...if you know a place willing to install them."

Mods aren't really what I'm looking for, Dhahabi thought, picking up one the of augmentations to take a closer look. Especially ones this illegal...getting them installed would be such a pain. "And what about this?" He pointed at the cage next.

"Ah," the owner said lightly. "That I am unable to provide provenance for. As best as I can appraise, it is a chastity device that will change its shape and size to fit any wearer perfectly, which has the added benefit of making it impossible to slip out of. There may be other functionalities but without provenance, I cannot say what exactly."

"Perhaps not then," Dhahabi replied, a little wary. Using random, unidentified tech, especially like this, is rarely a good idea. That only leaves... "And this?" he said, laying a finger down on the canister, the last thing in the row.

"Now that," Mr. Dext said, leaning in close to whisper conspiratorially, "is a very rare item from a far-off world. I believe it would fit all of your recommendations quite well."

Dhahabi picked it up, the canister rather light. It couldn't have been made out of slid metal, but he saw no clear way to open it. "Really?" he murmured. "Then what is it, actually?"

Dext came around the side of the table, gingerly taking the metal object from the werewolf. "The contents of this particular item was discovered while a team was surveying the ecosphere of a recently discovered planet," he explained. "These were one of their less...studied finds. A symbiotic -- or parasitic, depending on definition -- organism." The man's fingers pressed into the canister at several points and, with a pneumatic hiss, a hidden join in the metal separated, revealing a dark interior space.

Carefully, he handed it over to Dhahabi. "Careful, sir," Dext said lightly. "It's quite a nimble little thing... I was told that it occupies quite a unique niche in the food-chain, but it most certainly serves your needs for chastity. I'm fairly certain that this was the only specimen ever exported to this world -- though perhaps another has arrived in a rather different way."

The werewolf took the canister with a mixed feeling of interest and wariness, tilting it so that he could look inside. The canister was a little deep though, and the shadows inside were impenetrable; it could have been empty for all that he knew. Glancing up to where the lights were in the ceiling, Dhahabi took a few steps to the left and tried to tilt the container so that he could see within. It also required him getting quite close, looking down into the canister past his muzzle.

For a moment, he thought that there were still shadows at the bottom, but after a second he realised that there was something in there. It was black and glistened lightly in the light, but was hard enough to see. It seemed to be a few inches long though, with a few little tentacles that came out of its body at one end. Otherwise, it was roughly shapes like an eel or a worm, with no other limbs that the werewolf could spot.

"Is it...alive?" he asked, uncertainly. Being sealed up in an airtight canister didn't seem like a good way to keep a living animal, and there was no point in him buying something that was dead!

His question was answered almost as soon as it'd left his muzzle. The creature at the bottom of the container began to wriggle weakly, the four tentacles waving and squirming at the air as if trying to find something. "Ah, it's moving now," Dhahabi murmured, watching with no small degree of fascination. "So, how does this work as a chastity device?" he asked Dext, taking his eyes off the creature for a moment as he looked up at Dext.

Dhahabi wasn't quite sure how it happened... All he was aware of was the canister falling from his hands. Perhaps it'd been the dust on the surface, or the shape and weight making it difficult to hold, but the werewolf's hold slipped and, with a noise that seemed magnified in the quiet shop, the opened tube hit the floor, rolling a little.

Instinctively, Dhahabi jumped back so that it didn't land on his paws, but he wasn't expecting what happened next. Before the canister had even stopped rolling across the ground, there was a flash and a blurred shape. The creature inside propelled itself out at great speed, the tentacles on its body waving at the air and assisting its movement as it wriggled and squirmed. It was amazingly fast; Dhahabi had an excellent reaction speed but the eel-like animal had reached his paw before he could so much as yelp.

As its appearance suggested, the worm-like creature felt slimy and slippery against Dhahabi's fur, the werewolf recoiling instinctively from the touch. It wasn't enough to dissuade the creature however; if anything, it got faster and more energetic, seeming to defy gravity as it hurled itself forwards and up Dhahabi's leg. By the time he could grasp what was really happening, reaching down to try to catch the thing, the creature had disappeared up his the leg of his pants. It seemed to have a destination in mind, and was wasting no time in attempting to reach it.

"Do something!" Dhahabi snarled at Dext, but the wolf was too distracted to see if the shop owner actually was. Dhahabi tried to catch the eel or whatever it was, to pin it against his thigh between the fabric and his hand, but he wasn't quite fast enough and the slippery little body managed to evade him. "Damn it!" he growled, trying to figure out what it was doing. It definitely moved with a purpose but he didn't even know what the thing was supposed to do that made it work like chastity!

He was beginning to get an idea though. The creature was still squirming through his clothes as if searching for something, and it was nearing closer and closer with the werewolf's crotch. A sudden bout of anxiety made him growl again, a tinge of worry and desperation creeping into his movements as he tried to grab at it again and again. His efforts barely managed to even slow the thing down though and before long, Dhahabi gave a yelp as he felt the slimy feeling of the tentacles press under his underwear, moving the elastic aside to squeeze in under that.

Another yelp followed right after as the smooth body of the creature pressed against his sheath and balls, the tentacles practically caressing his crotch as the animal seemed to feel around to orient itself. "Get out of there!" Dhahabi snarled, undoing the front of his pants and moving to take them off. Maybe without them blocking him, he could grab hold of it or something.

He was far too slow to do anything to stop it. Once it found what it was looking for, the creature wasted no time in darting forwards...right into the werewolf's sheath. He gave a startled gasp. It was a very odd sensation, to say the least. The slippery worm-like creature pressed in, wiggling and squirming as the tip of its head pressed against the tip of Dhahabi's cock, still hidden away in his sheath.

Part of him knew what was coming, some little part of his brain that understood what everything up to this point had meant. But, that didn't mean that he didn't give another loud yelp as the creature began to force its way into him, paying no mind to the size of the werewolf's urethra. The slippery coating on its skin helped, and perhaps it also had properties of its own, because Dhahabi felt no pain. Instead, it was an intense feeling of stretching, far more intense than anything that he'd felt before. It was practically paralysing, forcing Dhahabi to his knees on the shop floor, fists clenched on his thighs.

Now that it had reached its goal, the creature squirmed and pushed and pulled itself further into Dhahabi's cock, the tip of its tail disappearing before he could get his bearings. Dext was no help at all, but the werewolf couldn't focus on him, still trying to deal with the raw sensations that were being forced through him. The tentacles at the front of the creature where still exploring, except now they were exploring and feeling their way inside Dhahabi's body. The coating on its skin kept him from feeling a pain from the unusual presence forcing parts of him open, leaving him to feel everything else instead. It couldn't quite be called pleasure; instead it was just overwhelming feeling moving through his body in waves that Dhahabi couldn't stop reacting to.

It took only a couple of seconds for the alien to evidently find what it wanted, settling down inside Dhahabi and not moving as much. The werewolf found that he was panting, but the shock hadn't quite worn off yet, so he didn't move or rise from his kneeling position. He wasn't used to having to feel inside himself like this, the wolf concentrating as he tried to determine what the creature was doing. Every couple of seconds, he could feel a little twitch or a wriggle, but it was all rather indistinct and hard to pin down.

Just as Dhahabi's heart rate began to lower and he went to stand though, the creature moved to what was evidently the next stage of all this. The tentacles, all spread out inside the werewolf, began to press and stimulate, the eel-like creature wriggling along with it. Any plans that Dhahabi had of standing went out of the window immediately. This was a whole other level when it came to sexual pleasure. It was overwhelming and impossible to control, racing up through his body to make the werewolf's mind numb. He was driven to all fours almost at once and he wasn't quite sure when his cock had left his sheath but it was hard and throbbing now, desperate to be touched and stroked.

The pleasure that the creature was causing him was intense, but there was something missing in it, an element he knew instinctively simply wasn't there. He wasn't nearing closer to an orgasm at all, though Dhahabi's need was growing to desperate levels faster than he could believe. But it all felt...teasing, somehow. Overpowering, yes, but his cock was aching to be touched and the werewolf's breathing was ragged with arousal that didn't seem to be leading anywhere.

"Oh dear," Mr. Dext said fretfully, the words making their way through to Dhahabi after a few seconds. "The parasite seems to have bonded with you... Oh dear indeed. I don't know of a way to separate it from its host, and if you go to a surgeon...well, even if they could remove it, it's an illegally imported lifeform." He gave a long sigh, not caring that Dhahabi wasn't listening. "Suppose we'll have to make the most of it."

He began to move around the store, gathering some of the merchandise on display. If there was ever a place that suited Dext's needs, it was his own store. Dhahabi wasn't paying any attention to the man moving about, still focused on what was between his legs. His cock was hard and throbbing, right down to his knot, which was very nearly fully inflated. The werewolf was still being uncontrollably edged, unable to drag himself back to his senses. Instead, Dhahabi's hand moved as if in a haze, going to grip his length and squeeze around the knot tightly. The feeling made him groan, eyes closing as he panted heavily for a few seconds. His balls felt like they were churning, but despite the nearness to cumming that he felt, it wasn't coming any closer.

The wolf was far too distracted to notice as Mr. Dext came closer, a few of the more peculiar items in his store in his arms. Setting them down on the table, he brought a clunky, rather scuffed collar. It was a rather basic slave collar, outlawed on most worlds but still used in far-off mining colonies were profit came before laws...or rights. With Dhahabi so terribly distracted, it was a trifling matter for him to slip it around the werewolf's neck. The collar began to hum gently at once, little LED lights around the circumference flickering and flashing as the various electronics and components activated. By the time that Dhahabi had realised what was going on, it was far too late.

"Wh-What are you doing?" he growled, but the sound was more of a moan. He reached up to try and touch the heavy collar but inches away, his arms suddenly went dead and numb, dropping to his sides. There, all of the feeling came back. "What is this!"

"Just a rather simple obedience collar," Dext mused with a soft smile. "Fits well with a canine, I must say." The man moved forwards, reaching for Dhahabi. Outraged, the werewolf tried to hit the storeowner, slap him away, but his body went dead again. "None of that now," Dext said, beginning to undress Dhahabi who was helpless to resist. "I picked this up off of a rather slavery-happy pirate some years ago; he'd modified it for his girls and I can assure you, it's quite effective.

He chuckled, moving Dhahabi's limbs so that he could get the wolf's remaining clothes off, leaving Dhahabi in just his fur. Every time that he tried to move against Dext, all his control would vanish. The only thing that he still had full control over was his mouth, and he kept up a barrage of threats and curses, growling and snarling but able to actually bite. The wolf was stripped naked in no time, helpless to stop the shop-owner as he was rendered completely nude, his hard length having nothing at all to hide it.

"How lovely," Dext mocked, tossing Dhahabi's expensive clothing carelessly to one side. "I do hope you will be able to pay back the cost of that parasite... It's quite unique. As the unfortunate explorer's discovered, it is rather unique. It finds a home within the male reproductive system and then...well, I'm sure you can feel what it's doing." He chuckled. "It feeds on pre, you see, so don't expect that stimulation to stop. Unfortunately for you, it rather dislikes actual cum, so any and all climaxes are blocked for you, I fear."

At the words, Dhahabi's cock gave another hard throb, but the wolf did manage to note that there was indeed no pre-cum at all dripping from his tip. Usually the wolf was rather easy to get all drippy, but there wasn't even a drop this time. If it was even possible, his knot was swelling a little larger still, aching powerfully but...there was still no sense of release! The feeling was all-encompassing, his furred balls feeling like they were churning, getting heavier by the second.

He tried to stand, but the collar wouldn't let him do anything like that. He had to stay still as Dext appeared with something else in his hands. It looked like a leash with a collar on the end, but the collar was way too small to fit around Dhahabi's throat. Besides, he was already wearing the metal one. But as Dext drew closer, he didn't go for the werewolf's throat... Instead he went lower, Dhahabi letting out a loud gasp as the oddly small collar was fitted tightly behind his knot, squeezing down hard as it was buckled tightly, like a leather cockring. "Fits like a glove," Mr. Dext chuckled, giving the leash a little tug to make sure that it was attached firmly.

Dhahabi gave a little moan as the leash pulled, the 'collar' behind his knot pulling at the bulge on his cock. He didn't rise to follow though, just panting as his shaft twitched hard a couple of times. "Come along now," Dext said, tugging on the leash again. "You can move, so don't be ridiculous!" He pulled at the leash again, harder this time, a solid yank to such a sensitive and needy place that Dhahabi yelped. Very grudgingly, he got to his feet, glaring at the human but still panting with need, humiliatingly aroused and feeling the parasite's motions inside him continue, unceasing.

"You'll pay for this," the wolf snarled, forced to follow as Dext began to lead him to the back of the shop, where a door hid the deeper parts of the building.

"My hope is that I'll get paid for this," the man said nonchalantly. "We will see..." Another firm tug to the leash made Dhahabi gasp, the wolf stumbling after Mr. Dext. He only made it a few steps before he couldn't keep his hands away from his cock. He flushed hard with embarrassment but couldn't stop a muffled moan as he gripped his length hard, squeezing around his knot. His shaft throbbed extra hard for a few seconds, the parasite seeming to become more active for a few seconds as if approving of what he was doing.

The action wasn't lost on Dext, but he just chuckled, leading the wolf behind the counter and then opening the door there. Dhahabi was still more focused on his cock, squeezing and stroking at it, but he also felt a little surprise. He was expecting the air behind it to be dusty and musty, but it wasn't. It was cool and ever so slightly damp. There was no dusty storeroom as the wolf had expected, but a set of stairs leading underground. Dhahabi was helpless to resist as he followed Dext down into the cellar.

The cellar of the store was rather empty. There was a small set of tables and boxes in one of the room's corners but the rest was empty space. "Where are we going?" Dhahabi growled at the man, but the threat in the sound was undercut somewhat by the moan that followed.

"Relax," Dext chuckled, pressing a hand against one of the bare walls. He seemed to be paying attention to one spot in particular, because after a moment, there was a subtle grinding noise.

An entire section of the wall began to swing away from them, more of that cool, damp air flowing out over the two of them. The sight of the secret entrance in the wall sent a chill down Dhahabi's back, and it was not just from the chill temperature. Even the melodrama of a hidden doorway wasn't what fazed Dhahabi, but it was the nagging suspicion that he was entering the 'hidden' underworld of the Market...and it wasn't quite in the role that he'd wanted. Have to get out of this... he thought, but it was hard to plan an escape when arousal was clouding his head. All he wanted to do was bury his cock in something and he didn't much care what!

There were more steps leading even deeper underground, at least another two storeys. Dext hadn't brought a light-source with them, but there was a dim radiance visible from whatever lay at the bottom. A tingle of dread and apprehension grew inside the werewolf as they descended, his nostrils flaring a little. He could smell other people, new and old scents mixing together, and the source of the newer smells were revealed as they reached the bottom of the staircase.

Square blocks of stone made up the walls, floor, and ceiling. Well, three of the walls; the fourth was a black hole, a passage wide enough for a car disappearing into the gloom. The rest of the space in the room was taken up by half a dozen metal cages, most of which were empty. Two, however, held people. A rather scrawny, naked cat-girl was glaring resentfully out at them, a muzzle keeping her from speaking. On the other side of the room, an offworlder whose species Dhahabi didn't recognise was sitting sedately, looking fairly human apart from his scaled, hairless skin.

Dext led Dhahabi over to one of the empty cages, the cat-girl giving a muffled yowling growl of a sound. "Hush," Dext scolded, ushering the werewolf into the cage. Dhahabi had no choice but to comply, shuddering a little as Dext looped the cock-leash around one of the bars, making sure to not leave too much slack.

"There we go," Dext said, closing the cage door with a solid clang. "Don't you mess with that." The man glanced down at his wristwatch, clucking his tongue fretfully. "Oh dear, it's almost time... I really must close up before you all go to auction. There's a good turnout tonight, or so I've been told! I think you'll fetch a very good price." The last part was directed at Dhahabi in particular, the wolf snarling in response.

That didn't faze the slaving shop-owner at all, and he only chortled as he left back up the stairs, leaving Dhahabi alone with the other soon-to-be-sold slaves to await their fates...