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The Mob's Price

Part 3

for faceless_lord

by Draconicon

Gina came back to herself after the wave of clients died down and she finally had the chance to start thinking clearly again. A part of her couldn't believe that she had just gotten fucked by ten people, while the rest of her almost wanted the other ten that Fulini had said would come later in the week. That part, thankfully, was still relatively small, but it was far louder than it had been when she first arrived at the brothel.

She slowly rolled over, the husky looking down at herself. She was cum-stained from her crotch up to her tits, and some lines of white and clear slime ran down from the sides of her muzzle to her chest, as well. She groaned as she leaned her head back against the pillow, feeling the indentations in the bed under her from the many times that she had been fucked doggy-style, her knees and elbows digging into the bed over and over. At her chest, she could feel the slight bruises left from those that had been a bit too eager and had grabbed at her chest a little too hard. Nothing bad, bad, but enough to leave some slight bruises that she imagined would stick around for a while.

"Nnnngh..."

She didn't hurt, but she did feel the satisfying, distinct soreness of having been fucked hard all day long. Her asshole felt like it was stretched, not quite gaping, but definitely open and oozing. Cum loads were slowly flowing out, soaking the base of her tail before running out under her ass, and her balls felt like they were churning up a storm. She hadn't cum once, not properly. There'd been spurts of pre-cum almost non-stop, but as for a real orgasm, not one had been felt.

Gina thought that she deserved one after that long, but her body apparently didn't. Her cock wasn't going to give in and let her have that, and she didn't have the energy to go looking for something to ride.

The door opened. Mama Fulini stepped inside, the elder otter shaking her head at the mess.

"First time is always the hardest."

"Mmmph...that was..."

"Intense?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Good?"

"..."

"Oh, dear, not still regretting it, are you?"

The husky sighed. She had hoped that she'd be able to keep that part private. A pity that the otter was that good at seeing through her. She struggled to sit up, managed to get half an inch off the bed, and then slumped back down from exhaustion.

"I don't want to be a whore," she whispered.

"Well, you won't be. Not forever."

"I'm going to be. Married off to someone that's going to use me as their free one."

"Did you care while you were getting fucked, dear?"

"No, but that's because of the collar."

Or at least, she dearly hoped that it was because of the collar. She still had the chance to run off, or so she thought. Sure, she'd need a lot of therapy to come back from everything that had been done to her so far, but wasn't that still something worth fighting for? Something to push for? Freedom?

She didn't know. Not anymore.

The otter sat down by her, rubbing her cheek gently. Gina didn't have the energy to roll away, nor to lean into it. Fulini leaned over her.

"Sadly, dear, you don't have a choice. But it's going to be fun. More fun than you think it will."

"I'm a woman now...why should I enjoy being something -"

"That you're not?"

"..."

"How many girls do you think come through here a year, Gina?" Fulini asked, changing the topic.

"I - I don't know. A couple?"

"About fifty, actually."

"Fifty?!"

"Yes. And all of them, every single one of them, is happy with their lot in life by the end of this. There's no getting away from it, girl, no matter how much you want to. It's better to let go of those hopes now, before the whole program forces it out of your head."

"But...but..."

"Trust me, dear. If you can find a way to make yourself okay with it, it makes it that much better." The otter leaned down, the matronly woman kissing her on the forehead. "You'll have some time to sleep now. I'll be calling Mr. Smalls and finding out how he wants to take your training tomorrow. See if you can find a way to be okay with this; I don't want to get too rough with you, but I will if I have to."

The older woman walked out, her dress hugging her ass so tight that it seemed to turn her into a walking metronome from her curves swaying from side to side. She shut the door gently, silently, but all Gina heard was the soft click of being locked into a cheesy, sleazy prison cell.

She stared at the ceiling, trying to think of how horrible this was, but the heat of the moment lingered in her, still. There was a feeling of satisfaction of being able to do what all those men wanted. The feeling of their seed on her body wasn't that bad, not nearly as embarrassing as she had thought it would be. The idea of being a prostitute didn't sting so much.

As a matter of fact, the only thing that really hurt after this long was the feeling of being so much less than the person she'd be given to. She didn't mind the idea of all the sex, just the idea that she'd never be able to stop. She didn't want to be a slave, not just yet. Sure, the training might change her mind on that like it had changed her mind on everything else, but for right now, that was the biggest problem, that she'd never be able to leave, that she was bound to the new master without any way to escape.

The husky slowly rolled onto her side, feeling the soft squelch between her ass cheeks that meant that the slime inside was still moving. She'd probably be dripping all night long, come to think of it. She closed her eyes, sighing.

Why would anyone want to be a slave? she wondered.

The answers slowly came. No need to owe anyone money, as the master would be taking care of all the expenses. No need to pay for food, water, board, because the master was responsible for all of that. No need to find purpose, for the master provided that.

They were all things that were designed to keep the slave in place, to render them more helpless and less likely to rebel, and on some level, Gina knew that. But in that tired state, as she drifted off to sleep, she didn't really care. It gave her something to think about.

The next morning came quicker than she expected, and she was gently nudged out of bed by the older otter. She sat up, groaning as she rubbed her eyes. Everything was still slightly sore, but not nearly to the degree that it had been the night before. She felt like she could do things if needed.

"Hands behind your back, dear."

"Huh?"

"Mr. Smalls wants to get you used to bondage."

"Why?"

"Don't ask questions, dear."

Still too sleepy to really understand, she did as she was asked. The cold metal on her wrists, however, woke her up in a hurry. Yelping, the husky looked over her shoulders, staring at the handcuffs that were slowly pulling her arms tighter and tighter together as Fulini tugged on some sort of crank that narrowed the gap between them.

"What?!"

"Oh, dear, just go with it. It's part of your training today."

"But...but..."

"It's something that you need to get used to. We'll be fitting you with a pair of leg-spreaders for the day, too."

"All of that? Why?"

"Because you are going to be a slave, dear. That means that you need to be used to moving around with limited mobility. And maybe it will help you get used to being helpless, too."

She shivered, blushing worse as she tugged at the restraints behind her. They were tight, tighter than she expected for something barely slapped-on like that. Her shoulders were yanked back as a result, forcing her chest forward, making her all the more aware of the sheer weight of her breasts as they hung down with less support from her shoulders. She bit her lips as she felt her nipples getting hard from the morning chill.

"Extend your legs now, dear," the otter asked, kneeling down by the foot of the bed.

There was little else that Gina could do. The husky put her feet out, curling her toes at the reminder of just how sensitive they were in that moment. The older woman pulled out the spreader bar that she'd mentioned, adjusted the length slightly, and then clipped it into place. One side attached to one anklet, the other attached to the other. It would keep the husky's legs pretty wide apart, all things considered. Pretty far apart indeed, further than shoulder length, which would mean that walking and moving around was going to be much more difficult.

"Alright. Stand up."

That was easy enough. She got to her feet, only to wobble the instant that she tried to shift further from the bed. She fell back down instantly.

"Oof."

"Steady. You're going to need to get used to that."

"That's...hard."

"It's going to get harder when you start wearing high-heels."

"That's going to be a thing?"

"Well, tomorrow it is. Today, it's more getting used to moving around with this, some more sex work, and maybe a little tattoo work."

Gina stammered as she tried to process all of that at once. Tattoos? High-heels? What else were they going to put her through before this was all said and done? She wasn't sure that she wanted to know, at this point. All she did know was that this was rapidly getting out of control, and she didn't know if she'd be able to actually deliver on all the things that Mr. Smalls wanted out of her.

Helped to her feet once more, she managed to find her balance. Fulini pulled her tail up a bit further, restraining it with a secondary strap that attached to the handcuffs, and then nodded to herself.

"That will keep you handily on display, just for the boys."

"Mmmph..."

"Be thankful, girl. In a few days, we'll be moving on to proper arm-binders, but you need to start with nothing more than the cuffs. I don't think that you could take the real thing just yet."

Just the thought of her arms trapped like that was enough to send shivers down her spine. She completely agreed; her arms would probably be pulled out of their sockets if they tried that too early.

As the brothel Madame walked her around the room to allow her to get her bearings, Gina became ever more aware of the fact that her ass was completely exposed now, her tail helpless to cover it or save her modesty. Her fur felt crusty back there, dried cum smeared between the cheeks and almost holding them apart to show off her loosened hole. That was bad enough, but the feeling of the occasional breeze moving between her legs and against her ass only reminded her of how everyone was going to see her like this.

Her face was a mess, a blushy mess, and her chained-up, ringed cock was already on the rise. What the hell had happened to her head that such humiliation was enticing to her now?

As she reached the point that her balance was good enough to keep from falling just from shuffling about, Fulini dragged her towards the door. Gina barely realized they were leaving the room, too focused on the twin feelings of her feet rubbing the carpets - and the annoying pleasure such a thing gave her hyper-sensitive, modified soles - and the strain of keeping her balance to notice until they were out. The sudden shift in temperature from the hot room to air-conditioned hallways was enough to shock her back to the moment, and her eyes went wider than ever.

"What - why?"

"You need a shower, dear."

"But..."

"This is part of the joy of being a slave, dear. You get washed."

"...Why?"

"Because a bound-up slave is there to be used, and to be enjoyed. They are not allowed freedom to tend to themselves, so others have to do it."

That...wasn't too bad, she supposed. It wasn't great, but it was better than the alternative. She nodded in understanding, shuffling along. The way she had to move, swinging one hip forward to drag her leg along, and then doing the same on the other side to deal with the way that her legs were forced apart, meant that she had to learn an entirely new way of walking. Bending her knees would only throw her off and send her falling to the ground, so the walking took most of her concentration.

Of course, that didn't always stay that way. Every so often, something would shock her or surprise her, and that would make her try and walk normally.

The first of those was a vent on the floor, one jetting cool air into the thin hallway. She stepped on it, and instantly, her sensitive sole took in the shape of the cold metal, the slots that her slightly puffy flesh pushed into, the trapping, gripping feeling of those narrow gaps, and the cold that was coming from below. She yelped, jumping, trying to pull one leg up and hop on one foot -

"Down!"

The shouted order hit her hard, and she slammed her foot right back down, a stomp onto the ground. She whimpered at the ache that went right up her leg, leaving her whimpering under her breath. The tingle stung, but there was something else, too, a masochistic pleasure from the chilly discomfort that echoed through her foot.

"A good girl doesn't panic like that," Fulini said, patting her ass. "Make sure that you don't do that again."

"But...but my feet..."

"I know they're sensitive. They're going to be getting a rough treatment today, too. But you need to learn how to be better."

"Mmmph..."

"A good girl gets more privileges. A bad girl, or a naughty girl, gets punished."

"Mmmph...Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Now, keep walking."

Shuffling her foot out of the cold was one of the best feelings in her life, but she doubted that it would be long-lived. The way that the otter woman stared at her, she doubted that this day was going to be as easy as the last one. She had been given the easy start, just laying there and getting fucked. Today, she'd have to learn how to give back to the men around her, and they were probably going to be a great deal more demanding than the ones that she had satisfied yesterday. A chill ran down her spine. She hoped she could do it right.

They reached the showers, eventually. It was no different than the communal showers that Gina was used to seeing in any college or high school locker room, or at the gyms she'd attended before. Fulini led her under one of the shower-heads, turning her to face the wall. Her cock rested against the cold tiles, and she hissed softly as the rings and chains kept it from falling soft and moving out of the chilling touch.

"It warms up, dear," the otter said. "Now, let's get you nice and clean for the clients."

That was the hope. The shower came on, and Gina did her best to just enjoy the hot water streaming down her body, and the warmth that came with it that started settling into her bones. She sighed softly, the heat under the tiles gradually taking away the sting that hit the head of her cock just a moment ago. The loosest bits of old cum started washing off, leaving her crusty fur less filthy, and she sighed in utter relief as some of the knots and tangles started to come loose.

She had to admit, being tended to like this was kind of nice. She shuffled around as she was washed, moving as the otter demanded, letting herself be fondled and even fingered as the Madame took care of her. Yes, the feeling of a long-nailed finger in her asshole was a little...creepy, but it was better than leaving more seed up there that might dry out and not come out until later. The hot water spraying under her tail even tickled a little bit, and she giggled as she was washed so thoroughly.

"Turn around."

She did as she was told, her breasts getting the same treatment as her ass, rubbed and scrubbed and washed thoroughly. Some other slaves, bound up in similar fashion, were getting washed the same as she was. They were moaning more than she did, though, their cocks throbbing, oozing into the drains, while hers just twitched from time to time.

Wonder why they love it so much more?

Maybe they were further into the brainwashing? That was the only possible reason that she could come up with. Either way, it was something to think of for later, and not now.

Soon, her fur was as clean as could be. She wiggled from foot to foot, half-expecting to be made to offer them, but the otter didn't ask for them to wash. Instead, she laid a hand on the knobs, and smiled.

"...Oh, no," the husky whispered.

"Clean?"

"Um, um..."

"Of course. And now..."

Without warning, hot turned to cold, and cold turned to freezing. Gina leaped straight in the air, howling up a storm, and the entire room echoed with the piercing whines of a husky that felt utterly wronged. The lovely feeling of the hot water disappeared, replaced with the aching pain of freezing pellets landing all over her breasts, down her stomach, over her cock and balls, and finally hitting her toes. She danced from foot to foot, almost fell over no less than three times, and whimpered all the while.

Then the water was turned off, and she was allowed to just stand there, huffing, puffing, shivering. Fulini shook her head.

"I told you, girl. You need to be good."

"That was...c-cold..."

"Yes, and I am your mistress and decided you should be. That's something that you need to deal with. If your master decides something, then you need to accept it."

"Just...just like that?"

"Just like that."

"..."

"Come on. It's time for you to get set up for another client."

When Fulini left her, Gina wasn't sure what to think. She'd been set up in a rather awkward position. Her feet had been pulled through a board at the base of the bed, restrained there rather than in leg shackles. Her arms were still pulled behind her back, but less tightly, giving her shoulders a break from the sheer discomfort of being pinned like that, but still keeping her from using them.

It was the foot bondage part that really had her attention, though. She tried to pull her ankles free of the restraints, but the board kept them pushed backwards, towards the door of the bedroom. It was like an old set of stocks, keeping her from pulling free, keeping her on display for anyone to look at. Even now, minutes after returning, she could still feel little water droplets running down her soles, ending at her toes and running between them to the floor.

What's going to happen to me today? she wondered. How much more...

She squirmed, trying not to think of the fact that her cock was still hard between her legs, that there was some part of her that was starting to enjoy the binding, restrictive treatment. That was out of the question, impossible to enjoy, right? Then why was she so horny to see what else would happen to her?

Gina slammed her forehead against the bed a few times, grinding her muzzle against it in annoyance. This wasn't how her life was supposed to go...but at the same time, there was less and less regret with every new lesson that came down the pipeline. Whether it was Fulini doing something to her, whether it was the collar, whether it was the constant rutting sex, she was slowly becoming someone new, someone different, and that meant that she had to be aware of what she was, now. She wasn't Greg, and Gina wasn't anywhere close to what Greg had been.

So, what was she?

The door clicked open. She couldn't quite turn to see, but she could smell someone that was rather horned up already. There was more than that, though; there was the smell of something burning, something hot, something that was already searing the air. What the hell could that be?

The sound that followed answered it. The low electrical hum of an electrical wand filled her ears, and she gasped, curling her toes.

"Oh ho ho, you really do have pretty feet, don't you, whore?"

"Mmmph..."

"Don't you worry. I know how to give soles like that a good time. Let's get them nice and warmed up for me..."

She didn't know what species her new client was, considering that she couldn't turn enough to see him, but he sounded big as he walked toward her. The sound of his footsteps were heavy, thudding, and that meant probably something like an elephant or a rhino. She groaned under her breath, pressing her face firmly against the mattress.

Just take it. You wanted to hate this, right? Just take it and -

ZZZZZAP!

"NNNNNGH!"

She arched her back at the first shock. Whoever this guy was, he was no gentle sadist. The first touch was long and sustained, something that held right against the arch of her right foot. The electricity coursed through her sole, through the muscles and even along the bone, going all the way up to her ankle and into her thigh before he pulled it away. The skin felt hot, searing hot, and she half-feared that he had left a burn mark there.

Yet, the pain...the pain came with a strange heat afterward, a heat that went right to her balls, right to her ass. Her pinned tail continued to try and pull down, but her hole...

"Hehehe, little slut likes the pain, does she?"

"Mmmph..."

"Don't worry. Sooner or later, that scream will turn into a good...loud...moan!"

Another zap as he stabbed the wand between her big and second toe of her left foot. She, again, screamed, her toes curling against her will, trapping the wand and making the shock go on longer before he pulled it back. The heat remained, her toes spasming, going tight, even as the painful flickers of electricity through her feet echoed all the way up her legs.

Why...why the hell...does that...feel...good? she whimpered.

Because it did. Somehow, the pain went right to her cock and made her all the harder, all the drippier. Her hole clenched tight, trying to find something to fill it, and her eyes rolled back as she imagined what it would feel like to have more down there. The wand hovered over her soles, the humming sound of the electrical source making her whimper in anticipation, wanting and dreading curling her toes after that last attack.

"Mmmm, sounds like you might like it already, girl. You want more, hmm?"

"Nnngh..."

"Speak, girl."

ZAP!

The first quick one hit her right in the heel, and she almost barked rather than shouted. The shock of it was less pleasurable for being short, more like something that kicked the air from her lungs in surprise.

"I said, speak. You want more?"

"Yes," Gina yelped. "Yes, sir."

"You want your pretty little feet tortured?"

"Yes, sir, I want my pretty little feet tortured, sir."

"Hehehe, that's what I wanted to hear, girl. That's exactly what I wanted to hear."

The hum of the electric wand held her attention, her mind slipping slowly. Something about this domination was so very different to what she had experienced before, yet, her cock throbbed just as hard as it had before. There was something horrifying, something terrifying about being this helpless, but at the same time, she couldn't deny that she was getting into it. Really, really into it.

ZAP!

She arched her back at the next hit, followed by two more. Ball of her foot, then both arches, making her feet tingle all the way across the soles. Her eyes rolled back, the hissing, heated pain from her feet only making her more desperate, feel more helpless, more dependent. She couldn't push her feet back, couldn't escape. She had to wait for the customer to do what he wanted, which meant that she was...

She was completely dependent...on him...

A good slave...

Dependent on her client...

Her master...

She screamed at the next zap to her heel, leaving her gasping for breath again, her nipples going hard, her feet tingling from toes to heel. Everything stung, and she swore that her feet should have been sweating, steaming, adding to the stimulation that she was getting. Maybe they were. They felt hotter than usual.

"Heh, I can see the circuits now. You're a special one, huh?" the client asked. "Where's that - heh, there it is. Let's see..."

He must have found the remote for her feet, because he pressed a button, and suddenly, her feet really were getting warmer. Not just from pain, but from the circuits beneath doing something to her. She gasped, feeling them starting to get wet, sweaty, slippery. They kept getting hotter and hotter, to the point where she swore that they must have been glowing, and got right to the point of almost too much pain before the heat suddenly stopped.

"There we go. Now..."

A thick rod - a fleshy one, this time - pressed between her soles. The restraints that held her feet down were removed, allowing him to pull her feet tighter to his crotch, smearing her soles with pre-cum while she rubbed his shaft with her sweat.

"Let's see how long it takes you to get me off, slut...or rather, how long it takes me to get off on your feet."

He wasn't interested in a footjob, clearly. He started humping her feet without any sort of hesitation, not letting her do anything to 'help', and that was fine with her. She drifted, still hazy from the pain-pleasure, still confused and at a loss with what was happening to her.

And the longer that she laid there, still floating in pain-pleasure, the more that the collar had to work with. She felt it tingling against her neck, but this time, rather than fighting it, Gina embraced it.

The customer left, but he was replaced by another, and another, and another. Each one brought something different, a new, extreme thing. One brought a flogger to tease her soles and her breasts. Another brought a pinwheel that he dragged from her feet to her balls, and then up to her breasts, getting her used to the prickling, pointed stimulation before forcing her to give him a titjob. Yet another brought a riding crop, slapping her breasts and her ass with it while fucking her throat. It was a constant barrage of pain, pleasure, and a combination of the two, and she took it like a champ.

Through it all, the collar continued to work its magic. She didn't notice it working, too busy focusing on her body, too busy focusing on just how good it felt to give in, to allow others to do what they wanted to her body and what it did for them. She could feel just how much they wanted her, needed her compared to the others that they had been with. They were desperate to do what nobody else would let them do, too eager to care about what she wanted, all focused on themselves and being selfish.

Somehow, that only made it more appealing.

She was rolled onto her back as the last guy left. Her face was a mess, and so were her feet. Some of them had been extreme foot fetishists, enjoying cranking up the heat and pain on her soles to insane levels, pushing her to scream, enjoying how her cock pulsed and throbbed every time that the pain levels went up. Her feet were a mess of cock-slime and sweat, perfectly lubed for footjobs and more, and she could feel everything through them at the moment.

Gina looked down, and the husky shivered as she saw the lines of the control circuits all but burned into her soles at that point. Her feet looked almost like sexy attachments on a robot, now. It would probably fade, but at the same time, the fact that she had been almost branded from inside as just a kinky little toy was...kinda hot.

Flopping back on the bed, she stared at the ceiling, hardly believing how much she had changed her mind in just forty-eight hours. She was already someone so different to what Greg had been. She'd lost all of that worry, all that fear that he'd had about being a slave. Hell, for that matter, she didn't even care about the body shift any longer. The way that the guys looked at her when she was all dolled up like this was hot.

I guess...maybe...this won't be so bad...

Admittedly, she didn't know how she felt about getting tattooed with stuff later, but that was something that would change, too. The collar had made it clear that Mr. Smalls would change her however he liked to get the sex toy that he could sell for the best price. She sighed, closing her eyes as she reached up to her neck, her arms finally released now that she was done for the night.

The collar was still humming, so it was probably still sending some sort of signal into her mind. She debated trying to do something, but only for a second. There wasn't enough there to really make her feel like she needed to take it off. It was just part of her, now, something that she would probably keep for the rest of her life.

I wonder what else there is to change...

That was an odd, almost sexual question, and one that sent a thrill through her. She'd never realized how sexy it could be to get used like this, to be helpless, to be owned. Sure, that was coming from the collar to a massive extent, but at the same time, this was something that she was genuinely having fun with.

She smiled. She hoped that there was something even better in the future.

The door opened, and Fulini walked in. The otter smiled.

"Well, you're in high spirits."

"Mmmm..."

"Not so scared anymore?"

"Not anymore."

"That's good. You need anything?"

"No, I think...I think I'm good."

"Good. Tomorrow, we'll get started with the last of your tattoo marks, and then we'll get the rest of the rough stuff done. I think Mr. Smalls has someone lined up for you already."

"Really?" She tried and failed to sit up. "Mmmph...will I be able to sit up after this, eventually?"

"Heh, when you build up enough stamina. Takes seventy of them to knock me down, these days."

"Mmmph. I want it now."

"Well, you'll have to work for it." The otter smiled. "Goodnight, Gina. Sleep well, and dream of many more naughty things."

"Goodnight."

The End

Summary: Gina goes through a more extensive, rough treatment at the hands of the brothel and some of its clients.

Tags: S/M, S/F, S/solo, Intersex, Prostitution, Whore, Sex Work, Otter, Husky, Training, Foot Torture, Foot Fetish, Barefoot, Creampie, Cum, Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Brothel, Gadgets, Sweat, Bondage, Binders, Series,