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Prospect 2 - Choices

She was jolted awake by a slight shake, the ruby dragoness's eyes shooting open. She had slept terribly, as expected, that damn vibrator still buzzing away on her button even now. Greeted with a warm smile on Toy's face beaming down at her, she was not ready to deal with any of the shit that came racing back to memory. The drake's muzzle was happy, eyes wide, seemingly excited for a new day. She noted that his face appeared different, the short fur disheveled by some manner. She squinted, trying to wake up and figure out why the drake looked off despite being exuberant.

It clicked, there were parts of his fur matted, laid down in strands, splotches clumped together. He had cum on his face, and it seemed to fill him with joy. "Good morning!" He said cheerily, even more giddy than when he opened up to her during the spoon-feeding. She snorted, half snored as she took a sleepy inhale with a bit of shock. She watched his head lean back as he plopped down on his butt, paws and stockings squeaking a bit, waiting her grogginess out. "Wakey wakey~" He chimed, warmly grinning down to her bewildered face. "Today is a big day!"

She closed her eyes and groaned a bit, feeling returning to her tied limbs, pins and needles tingling them. Her noise came muffled and quiet, her brain suddenly reminded that there's a big cock bound to her face. She coughed, the tip tickling deep in her throat, the dragoness giving a few muted chokes as she re-adjusted to the thing spreading her neck open.

His ears flew forward as his smile turned down a bit with remembrance. "Oh right, the gag." He reached a hand towards her, the latex on his palm and arm shiny, contrasting to the white fur of his outstretched fingers. The hand halted as he inhaled a bit. The blanketed dragoness was able to see the drake's claws hovering just over the black rubber hood on her head. Huh, they looked good, he must manicure them. "Oh right." He said again, quieter, ears gradually dropping down as his previously joyous attitude dampened a bit, fingers curling back tentatively. "The gag."

She hmm'd at him questioningly, wondering why he didn't take it out.

"Master said you haven't earned speaking rights yet, sorry. I got a bit excited, it almost slipped my mind." The drake actually looked crestfallen that he couldn't talk to her like before. Fuck, she was not ready to deal with this shit so early. The room was suddenly quiet without the rhythmic swishing of his tail wagging, only low buzzing. What the fuck is this guy's deal? He's clearly an adult but he's such a strange mix of an experienced slave and an excited child.

She sighed around the silicone shaft in her jaws, Toy wasn't what she needed to be focusing on. He was clearly a broken, brainwashed mess, a warning for her if she couldn't hold out before escaping. She instead had to focus on getting used to being awake, and trying to block out the sensations of the vibrator under the heavy blanket. Her ears twitched, hearing the buzzing, but it was actually quiet during the night thanks to being muffled by her covering, but now it was super clear again. She twisted her head to the side, looking fully at the seated drake next to her head.

She was greeted with his dick staring her in the eye, that silver metal tip leveled at her face, his ebony flesh fully erect and pointing to her thanks to his casual sitting position, plump balls resting on the floor. She flinched back, not expecting to get that view waking up, actually forgetting about Toy's dick and how he was always naked, as sexual thoughts were that last on the list when she thought about him.

Yet her question was answered, for taped to the underside of his cock and running along his urethra was a pink pill-shaped vibe much like the one stuck to her clit, pink wire leading to a box in his stocking like hers. She could see and hear that it was on a much harsher setting than hers though, and he definitely didn't try to block it out, his member twitching frantically with lust.

Honestly that wasn't too shocking, what did make her do a mental double take was how fucking big this boy was. Nine to ten inches, at a minimum, and that blew her away. He was fairly tall so maybe it was just a proportions thing. He had a knot semi-inflated at his base, waiting to lock inside a hole that it would never feel.

Had the situation been vastly different, she might have nicely asked him to bend her over and make it so she couldn't walk for a week. She flinched back again, that thought actually surprising her. She felt hot and stuffy, her nethers burning after being stimulated all night. The dragoness was horny, and she was not happy about it.

He flinched in awkwardness once she pulled her head back with wide eyes, then he tried to shift his knees and legs to cover himself a bit, though to no real avail. After some more shuffling he just pulled his legs apart again, fully revealing himself once more. "Well this is my typical outfit, so you might as well get used to seeing it..." He said a bit sheepishly. "Sorry if it grosses you out, I know you probably weren't expecting to get a face full of dick when you woke up."

She stared at him before rolling her eyes and giving an equally awkward dismissive mumble. He had a point, he had his junk on display since the start, she should go ahead and not make a note of it because she would likely be seeing it a lot in the coming days. She mumbled a bit to herself before she saw a conflicted look on the drake's cum-covered features. He raised a hand, freezing it as he contemplated, brows kinking in consideration.

Then he sighed. "Hey... don't tell master about this alright?" He reached his hand forward again, it completed its journey to the silicone base stuck in the hood's mouth opening. Her eyes widened as she gave a quick nod. Then he gave her a stern look, "And keep it down okay? I don't want him finding out I un-gagged you. Do you want me to take it out?" She nodded frantically now. He continued, "Even though I need to put it back in soon after?" She kept nodding, any time spent without the thick toy in her neck was appreciated time.

He snapped the clasps of the gag's straps, then began to slowly work the girthy knot out of her lips, it popping out of the latex hood's hole with strands of spit and a sharp inhale from the dragoness. Then he slid the full length out of her gullet gradually, until the pointed tip slipped from her face and the dildo dangled limply in air above her. She began coughing, re-wetting the inside of her throat where the toy had been cemented all night. He then even tugged off the rubber hood on her head, returning the cool air to her crimson scales on her cheeks.

"I know how I probably sound, but if you didn't try that stunt with the phone..."

She cleared her throat, "Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't be gagged."

They then remained in sheepish silence, now unsure what to talk about next now that the barrier was removed. Then toy spoke, "And sorry again about the... wake up call." He glanced down to his buzzing shaft.

The dragoness sighed while looking to the ceiling. "Why are you apologizing?"

He looked to her upturned eyes. "I mean, waking someone up then pointing your dick at them is a little rude and I don't want to make you-"

She cut him off. "No, why are you apologizing at all? About anything? You kidnapped me, you're obviously not supposed to care what I think or how I feel."

Toy blinked. "Well that's just mean, and I'm not mean. I just want to make people happy."

She sighed again, not sure why she was expecting results from the question. Beside that one pet comment from yesterday when he was in an understandably bad mood, he was pretty respectful towards her. She supposed she could pay him back with a few kind words. Shit, she didn't believe she was doing this.

"I wasn't grossed out."

His brows raised a bit. "From... my...?"

"Ugh, yes. What else?"

Toy just shrugged.

The dragoness gave a bit of a sheepish sigh. "Just saying it's not gross. It's pretty impressive actually."

Now the drake looked away, a hint of blush under his fur. "T-Thanks..." He wasn't really expecting her to say something like that, especially on her second day. He was glad she did, it meant she was accepting this situation in the slightest degree, and progress was progress.

Now he felt compelled to say something back, it no doubt took a lot of effort for her to say that. "You're uh... not gross too." She quirked a brow at him and he winced a little. "Y-You're very... pretty." He internally screamed a bit. Master never taught him how to flirt, his skills were much more physical. His face flushed with minor embarrassment.

She actually laughed a bit, seeing the drake in such a tizzy over trying to compliment her. For someone who walks around in nothing but limb-length latex stockings with his junk erect and presented, he seemed a bit shy. Body confidence versus people skills she supposed. She figured moving on would be the best bet now.

"So what's in store for me today?" She said with a touch of fear.

Toy's features perked back up. "Right now I'm going to run you through how to walk with your binds. Then we'll get you cleaned up, I'll make breakfast, train more, and then you'll have some free time until dinner."

She looked a bit incredulous. "Free time?"

Toy nodded. "Yeah, I've got my own tasks to do, and I can't realistically spend every minute training you. I'm trying to introduce something new only once a week, and most of this week will be an adjustment period for you. Granted, free time would likely be more utilized when you have full use of your limbs, but it's mostly just to keep you from being overloaded. Just no masturbating, that's a big no-no with free time."

She huffed. Wonderful, more sitting alone in a room with her new mortal enemy; the vibrator. "Great."

The drake stared at her, no doubt trying to figure out if she was being sarcastic. "Are you ready to start your first full day?" He said with unshared excitement, that warm jubilance returning to his seed dampened face.

"Yeah, sure." The crimson dragoness said while letting out an anxious breath, her breasts wobbling a bit from her chest moving under the blanket.

Toy suddenly produced four black pads of some kind with straps around them, then pulled the fuzzy covering away from her. A slight chill settled over her scales, but it registered in her brain far less than the buzzing on her slit. Her folded limbs were somewhat poking straight up, and the drake leaned over to place the thick cushions on her protruding elbows and knees, strapping them around the bent joint. Once done, he gently slipped his hands under her back to roll her over, then pushing to roll another time onto the 'boots' now on her.

She looked around a bit, a fresh wave of humiliation coming as her holes were bared and tits hung towards the floor. The dragoness had never been in a bitch-suit, always thought they looked far too uncomfortable. She was mostly right. Toy stood and walked up to her, claws clacking on the concrete for the few steps he took before squatting down with a squeak beside her head, throbbing dick pointed at her unintentionally.

"How's the pad placement? Do any of them not feel centered?" He looked at her with interested concern.

"They're fine." She quickly said, just not wanting him to touch her more. She closed her eyes, his finger's fur was nice against her scales and his touch was gentle, caring and- No. She opened to look intently at the blank concrete wall. Not going there, she's horny and had to keep it under some kind of control.

He shot her a bit of a curious look. "Alright then." He squatted in silence beside her, both of their vibes buzzing loudly in the open now. He looked across her body, actually taking in her appearance since he first suited her up before she was awake. Then his eyes rested on the bit of buttcheek he could see behind her tail and above her back. "Did you sleep well?" He said while remembering the plug.

"No." She said immediately.

"Oh." He said with ears dropping slightly.

She sighed, not knowing why she hated to see him even the slightest amount of sad. "But it was mostly just... everything that happened. I had a lot of stuff going through my head. The plug and vibe were... bearable."

His ears resumed pointing skywards. "Ah, okay." Then they wilted once more. "And yeah... I suppose you had a lot to... process." He looked at her with a sad look before putting the smile back on. In the end, he made optimal progress on the first night. If she wasn't screaming at him to take it out or turn off the vibrator, then day one went perfectly. This day would be the real test however, one she would not be ready for.

"Well I suppose we should get started." He stood up from his bent legs and walked over to the kennel door and opened it. He then stood in the doorway and turned back to face the hobbled dragoness. "I guess we'll start by seeing what you can figure out, or already know. Try walking to me."

She sighed, as she was facing the complete opposite direction from the door and she couldn't exactly turn on a dime. At least she was glad he wasn't attentive enough to see how much she knew when it came to butt-stuff. So she tested her movements. She shifted her weight to lift her left arm-leg, then wiggled it to see how far she could move the elbow pad, gauging her step distance.

"Try to do one leg at a time." He said to her encouragingly.

She grunted, an unspoken 'no shit' as she began slowly turning herself in the small room. After a few long minutes of trials and enticing words from Toy, she made it the doorway. She was just happy he didn't bend at the knees and slap his thighs while beckoning her over like a dog. He looked like he was positively beaming with joy at her, smiling down at her with a wagging tail.

"Very good! You're a natural."

"Shame I don't want to be one." She muttered, dampening his mood only a hair.

"Well regardless, we are now ahead of schedule! Take some pride in that."

She stared up at him confusedly. "Wait, how much time did you allocate for me to learn to crawl? That was twenty minutes maximum."

"An hour. That's how long it took me to get used to it."

She exhaled. That gave her some satisfaction, not that she was being a better slave than him, but the image of the drake struggling to walk while bound like this. "Now what?"

The drake sidestepped to clear the doorway, revealing the basement beyond, something she hadn't actually seen yet. "Just some laps around, making sure you've got everything nailed down and the pads are comfortable." She meandered out, looking around the room. It was not a typical basement, as every surface was concrete but the insulation and girders that made up the roof. The room was lit by big fluorescent lights, with stairs leading up to a door in the far corner.

She looked behind her, the wall she came from having multiple doors like the one to her kennel, five in total. The rest of the room was empty beside a few boxes in another corner and... bondage racks. An X-shape, a pillory, and a few other token BDSM installations lined up on the other wall.

The drake looked at where her attention was when she let out an unsurprised sigh. He chuckled a bit, "Don't worry about those. As long as you're good, the only time you'll find yourself in those is when you'll like being in them."

She continued to stare deadpan at them, her uncertain future coming to the forefront of her thoughts. "Yeah, sure." She said indignantly.

He shot a cheery smile at her before walking to the center of the open space. "Just try to walk around the room. I recommend big circles, less tight turning if you get stuck somewhere."

She scowled at him a bit, her fear being replaced with degrading anger. The dragoness then begrudgingly began moving about the room, getting used to her new movement style. She figured she'd talk to him a bit to get her mind off how much she disliked her current task and situation.

"So... I was wondering." She mumbled a bit, exerting herself taking her breath away somewhat.

One of Toy's ears quirked. "Yeah?"

She paused to stare at him, or more accurately, his cockhead. "What's the metal on your dick?"

Toy looked down to his twitching shaft, its head sealed in a metal mold. "Oh, that's just my plug."

That did not sound very fun. "Plug?"

"Yeah, just stops me from leaking while I'm aroused and whatnot. I take it out to pee and stuff." He wrapped a hand around his member, his other reaching to grasp the metal surrounding his tip. He seemed to wiggle the silver shape, tugging gently, until it lurched out a bit.

She wasn't too far from him, so she could see from the new gap between the metal and his cockhead was a shape like a micro buttplug protruding from his urethra. She could also see the actual underside of his shaft wiggle a bit, there no doubt being multiple of the plug-shaped beads shoved down his cock that moved when he pulled the first one out.

She winced a bit upon seeing the extent of his dick's violation. "That looks seriously uncomfortable."

He smiled reassuringly to her and waved a hand dismissively. "Oh hardly, It's quite pleasurable actually. I would say it heightens the sensations. The vibrations spread to the entire plug, and it goes deep." He said with a bit of lust flowing into his voice, mind focusing on the sensations the vibrator was imbuing his length with. "This," he pointed to the plug as he pushed it back in, the subtle shapes in his underside sliding downward, "Is the most direct path to the prostate." He said, eyes taking a long blink as he let out a pleasured breath.

She stared at him a bit longer, he was indeed enjoying having something lodged in his dick, but she supposed there was a logic to the desire for sounding now. "Oh. I guess that makes sense..." She said, taking her eyes off the throbbing length. "I thought it was some kind of... extreme chastity or something. Like, covering your dick with molten metal, or some other fucked up thing."

Toy's eyes widened with a bit of shock. "Oh god no, master would never do something like that!" The drake shivered. "We rarely even do chastity, to think he would hurt me at all, much less hurt that part." He gripped his shoulders. "Never."

Huh, that was interesting. She was curious, that cold hearted sergal would never hurt him? She doubted it. "Really? No chastity?" She wasn't experienced in either side of sexual slavery like this, but she had seen some porn of it and similar scenarios. She knew they were obviously glorifications, but there was almost always chastity involved, especially with males.

Toy nodded. "Well, I do have a cage and we did buy a chastity belt for you if you misbehave, but my cage goes mostly unused besides for serious punishment and our annual chastity month. It's a loyalty test thing, I think it's kinda hot every once and awhile. Truly just... being used. Being a good toy..."

Though she was off-put by his last statement, she kept prying, any info on how the drake was treated was useful. Maybe she could try to undo his conditioning, point out some contradictions. He was letting her talk, even when he wasn't supposed to. Maybe she could use her words.

"You're not supposed to cum for a month, it seems like there is good reason for him to put your cock in a cage now. Why do you think he doesn't have you in chastity, when you even have a cage to use?"

The drake shrugged again. Then he dropped a hand to hold and elbow while his other hand stroked his chin. "I suppose he just doesn't care for it? Can't say for sure, he doesn't explain every thought he has." He looked to his vibrating dick. "I have to wear the vibrator now to make sure I'm horny while being unable to cum, and being hard is the optimal scenario for my plug to really get me going. So maybe master just likes seeing me hard and throbbing without being able to do anything about it?

Interesting. Interesting indeed. She made another lap, wanting to make it seem like she wasn't focusing on the drake. "So Kelt-"

"Master."

She squinted. "Kelt. What's he like?"

The drake seemed to be too happy to answer. "Oh, master really likes oral attention, blowjobs are a favorite of his. Otherwise he enjoy's variations of anal sex, mostly when I'm bound or otherwise in a-"

"No no no, What IS he like, not what DOES he like." She quickly said, already getting too much information.

Toy's ears folded a bit. "I see..." He has to think about this one for a while. "I'm not sure how to put master into words. He's calm and collected, very confident. He knows what he likes and makes sure I can give it to him." It was clear that Toy had never actually had to talk about Kelt before, figuring it out now. "He's smart, and a bit ruthless I guess. His company recently bought out its rival, so he's persuasive and good with business."

Oh shit, Kelt owns a fucking company, and powerful one at that. That means he had money and resources, no good news there. "How does he treat you? You certainly seem to like him." She chuckled. "I'm pretty sure he's not as polite and nice as you are." Stroke his ego a bit, win him over.

He didn't blush, but she could see him stand a little taller. "Thanks. Master is certainly different from me. He's a little stoic, but he makes sure you know when you're doing a good job. He doesn't express emotion much, one of his psychiatrists said he was borderline... sociopathic? I think that's the one..." Toy looked like he was checking his vocabulary. "Not a disorder but a reduction of emotions mostly. Trouble with expressing, or understanding. He can be... cold. Or just miss social cues. But I assure you, he is not some violent maniac."

But then there was a warm, happy look from the drake. "So when I can get him to smile, to actually smile and not fake it... nothing compares. He has given me so much, I just want to repay him even the smallest amount. I want to earn the place by his side he gave me. Well, wanted, as I think I've earned it by now." He gave her a small smile.

Hoo boy, the drake was going to be harder to fix than she thought.

He chuckled a bit, remembering one last thing. "And he has a crazy sex-drive. Insatiable even. Which is great, because I love making him cum. He just makes gallons of the stuff! Round after round, his balls get so heavy, and they're so nice to just hold and lick, while he scratches my head, and-"

She sighed as she began tuning him out, yeah Kelt had the boy wrapped around his finger, and if Kelt was actually sociopathic... there were problems. But enough of Kelt, she needed to turn this on Toy, to test his conditioning. Time to get personal. "So you're gay then?"

He blinked at her. "Seems so." His tail flicked in a slight shrug. "Sexual orientation isn't really a big thing for me. Sex is sex, it feels good no matter who it's with. I pleasure who I'm told, a toy doesn't choose who uses it."

"Bi. You're bi. Or I guess pan." Good, maybe she could seduce him like Kelt did or something.

"Sure." Toy said with a real shrug now. "I think I like guys more though."

Welp, so much for that idea. "Or maybe you just like your master? How many men have you been with?"

He looked at her in thought, a good sign. "Two. Technically a lot more."

"Technically?"

"I don't think letting guys fuck my ass for twenty bucks counts. Blowing them even less."

Oho, he was swearing now, and opening up. More of his character revealed, the reasons for his acceptance of this becoming more clear. "Who are the two then? Kelt and...?"

"Someone special." He said quietly, new emotion in his eyes.

"Special how?"

His blue eyes flitted down to her, "Special in that you don't need to know about them yet."

She snorted, "Oh wonderful, does Kelt's little sissy boy-toy have a boyfriend behind master's back?"

Toy's eyes sharply narrowed, "No, I have someone that nearly died for me and now I'm a sex slave to ensure their safety." His voice displayed a pain she didn't think was possible in the drake.

Oof, she might have really blundered there, gotta recoup her losses. After a moment of silent pondering, Pet whispered, "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for." It sounded genuine because it was, she still didn't like seeing this poor, confused boy upset.

The drake stared at her for a bit longer before his shoulders relaxed, his hackles settling as his face returned to a sympathetic calm. He sighed with a slow nod. "Apology accepted. I know you're just trying to sort things out, find out who you're dealing with. Stress and turmoil are to be expected early on, I was a mess my first month." He looked away from her, not wanting to give her more attention as she started another lap as a show of good faith. He so dearly wanted to whisper, 'Things will become more clear soon.'

He knew she was probing him, shit. He was definitely smarter than he appeared, or maybe it was just his experience in her position, he knew what she was doing because he did the same. Then the phone shaped lump in his stocking vibrated, his ears twitching. He pulled it out, reading the text.

He looked to her apologetically, "I'll be right back, master needs to pee and wants an early breakfast. Just uh, keep walking around, I'll be back eventually." Then he padded over to the stairs, bounding up two at a time with his digitigrade legs before throwing the door open and vanishing, soft squeaks getting quieter and quieter.

She stared at the door, seeing it swing shut behind him, but not close all the way. She instantly thought of trying to get to it, escaping. But then she remembered her new 'legs' and that the door was atop quite a few steps. Even if she made it past the door, she was hobbled to the point that she would get nowhere before they noticed her missing.

"Fuck," the ruby scaled dragoness said to herself. She then looked over to the various boxes and kinky equipment, looking for any kind of sharp surface. If she could run at least, she could get somewhere. She paused a few feet from the items, wondering if they had cameras or something. Kelt owned a business, surely he was smart enough to get cameras.

Well, only one way to find out. She wasn't able to find anything exactly sharp, but some of the fasteners on some bizarre bondage device had a decent point to it. Her limbs were only bound by some high-grade electrical tape it seemed. Tough, but not as bad as duct tape.

Seems Kelt was too focused on keeping the shiny black color scheme of her limbs to choose the optimal tape for keeping her secure. She meandered over to the equipment, long minutes passing before she could even see the point to use, much less how to position herself to use it. But after a bit of careful shifting, the strip of material was placed on a metal edge.

The tape on her left arm snapped, her gloved limb unfolding and stretching free quickly, the dragoness twisting her wrist and arm. Not too sore, Toy did a good job tying her up for comfort. Heh, his loss. The rest of the tape broke soon after the first, fingers and hands being appreciated tools once you don't have them for a day.

With a sigh of relief and a pounding heart, she stood in the basement, staring at the door waiting for Toy to stroll in any moment with a hearty "Nice try!" Yet there was nothing. The door just continued to be slightly cracked. First thing she did was take the box out of her stocking and turn off the vibrator. Sweet relief, though she felt odd without the constant happy buzzing now. Taking away that small pleasure sent her anxiety to the roof.

She gradually went up the steps, one foot at a time, wincing with every clack of a claw until she reached the door. She peered through the crack, a hallway before her, with no immediate presence of her captors. Deep breaths, stay calm, find a way out. Simple. The dragoness pushed the door open carefully, it not making a sound. She stuck her head out, looking down the hall.

It was a nice hallway, in a nice house, but with a layer she wasn't expecting. There was a window father down a bit, overlooking a lower deck, and presenting her with her surrounding scenery. Lush green. Mountains. It was a mountain home, rustic designs and architecture. The ceilings were tall, the doorways high enough that she needed to jump in order to touch the top.

The floor was a cabin-ish scraped wood, wide boards with subtle gouges in them for texture, then given the thick lacquer of a modern home. The walls were painted a dim forest green, the hallway narrow and extending to her left and right. To her left was the end of the hall, a doorway much like hers except with the nice wooden doors that the rest of the house likely used instead of secure metal. No go for that direction, right it was.

Lights were on despite the morning light filtering through the window. She tiptoed out, sneaking down the hall, careful to not tap on the hardwood floor much. She stopped looking outside once she realized the deck was covered with a railing, no way down but jumping down an unknown fall. She would save the window escape as a last resort.

The hall seemed to then collide with another one at a forty-five degree angle, continuing forward and left to her perspective, with a door right at the junction on the opposite wall. She approached it carefully, hearing the dim hum of machines and AC systems inside, crossing that one off her list too.

She continued left, only for the hall to open up to a large rectangular room. The far wall was all tall windows, moving right, the next wall had wooden cabinets with bark decor and a wide television suspended on the rock-covered wall between the two shelves. Beside the right shelf was another door, also closed.

The right side of that wall, the wall to her immediate right, was broken by a gap leading to a staircase, then continued to where she was, but with a stone countertop coming out with a bar going in an L shape around it, making a sideways U in total. The outer L bar counter was a tree trunk split in half and laid out over stone walls, stools lining it. This house definitely reeked of money to spend.

There was a couch and a table with four chairs in the middle of the room, the couch obviously facing the TV on the wall. She looked to the left wall, the side that bordered the deck she saw from the window. There was a big sliding door, open even, screen closed in its place as a breeze flew in. She smelled ferns and forest.

Again, the deck was a possible dangerous drop, emergency only, despite her mind screaming that this entire situation counted as an emergency. She steeled herself, not letting herself panic or run on emotion. She was a project lead, she had more stress meeting her deadlines and managing a department than escaping her binds so far.

Though it did make her feel better that she could just run through the screen if it came to it. It concerned her that there were no signs of life yet, the TV was off while the sofa was empty, chairs were neatly pushed into the table and the bar had nothing but decorations on its countertop.

She peered over to the part of the wall that sank into a staircase, deducing they must be upstairs, as she doesn't see a kitchen, and doubted it was behind a door. She could hear the faint beats of music playing above, a calming rhythm. Now she was conflicted. She didn't want to take the deck exit yet, it was too simple, too convenient. But the stairs presented quite literally a new world of danger. There were places to hide in this floor, options. She had no idea what the rest of this house looked like, or how open the stair area was. She might be spotted immediately.

She looked back to the seemingly untouched furniture. It had the wear of use, but it was clearly sporadic. For a brief moment, she thought that this might actually be just some bad prank to bring her to a sex vacation or something stupid. But no, the basement, the cells, the bondage gear along the wall, it was all just too far for a prank. And Toy. He must be one hell of an actor for him to be fake. There's no way. Her ears folded. Toy. He was as much a prisoner as her, just too broken to see. She wanted to help him, but was unsure if he would even accept it now.

She looked to the stairs, hearing mild conversation under the muffled music. She sighed. She had to see, couldn't just leave him here without making sure he was telling the truth about him being happy. Just a peek, then she'll take the screen exit if a better option didn't arise. The crimson dragoness slowly made her way up the wide wooden stairs, them turning ninety degrees before fully ascending.

She stood at the bend, looking up. The stairs opened into a big room, really big. The wall the stairs pointed at were windows, just like the wall below them, but now they were very tall. A grid of large panes stacked three high, had to be at least two to three floors worth of height, she could see the railing of a loft only go halfway up the window.

She was still below the floor, for anyone to see her they would need to walk past the stairs. The steps exited into another living room, a wall not too far to the right, matching the placement of the one downstairs, but it didn't go to the ceiling, instead the loft above it. What did go to the ceiling was a grand stack of stone, a chimney, the fireplace on the right wall.

A big leather couch and wooden chairs faced it, shelves on either side with various art pieces and photos, alongside a speaker, the source of the low volume music. It was a down tempo song, electronic yet not frantic, atmospheric. There was a door to the right of the shelf, also identical to the downstairs.

Judging by how the upper floor was the same as below, just bigger and grander, there had to be a lot of house to the left, likely where Kelt and Toy were, the dragoness picking up their voices. She did take a moment to look out those massive windows, a clear view of rolling green mountains, layers of ridges making a beautiful landscape. If she gets out of here, she's looking for a mountain timeshare. She took a deep breath, heart hammering in her naked chest, and took another few cautious steps up. Her head was poking above the floor now.

To her left was a foyer, with a big wooden front door with a stained glass insert at the top, with stairs over hers going to the loft. To the left side of the open room was a big dining table, with a fancy iron chandelier suspended above it. Kelt knew how to interior decorate, that's for sure. There was a black granite countertop parallel to the table, then what she could only guess was the kitchen beyond that, but it was covered by the wall from the foyer.

The front door. It was big, it was easy, it was not directly in line of sight. Great, because she had also seen Kelt sat at the table, on the rightmost end, back facing her. Toy was kneeling obediently beside him. Looking at the sergal expectantly.

The drake looked pathetic, but he was smiling. She just didn't understand him. She flinched as she saw the sandy pelted sergal move, reaching a hand out to ruffle the drake's head.

"That was good, but it was different. What did you do?" It sounded like an accusation, Kelt's silver eyes staring at the drake.

Toy's tail started to wag. "I used a different cheese this time, master. Muenster instead of Cheddar."

It sounded like a growl to her, the sergal grunting. "Buy more of it then. Thank you for doing that Toy." His voice was unwavering, barely any compassion in the deep tones. Yet the drake ate it up, tail swishing faster, a low rumble coming from him, almost a purr that she could barely hear over the low music. Toy then stood from his knees, his latex limb coverings making their usual noise, then leaned over and took the plate that was in front of the sergal and began walking towards where she theorized the kitchen to be.

Welp, now was her chance. She quietly rose from her crouch on the stairs, using the music to dampen her movement. She fully came out of the stairway, standing in the open of the room, nervous as all fuck as she began moving towards the door.

"You're late, Pet." The cold voice of the sergal rang out into the wide room.

She froze, head snapping back to peer at him with wide eyes. He was twisted around in the chair, arm laid over the backrest, head facing her directly. Suddenly Toy's cheery face popped out from behind the foyer wall with mild surprise, before turning to that smile of his.

"Oh! I was wondering when you'd make it up."

She bolted towards the door, slamming into it and yanking the handle. It didn't budge. This was a mistake, she should have jumped.

"Sit down Pet, we need to talk." Kelt was suddenly behind her, and gestured to the wooden chairs by the fireplace. She yelped and waited for him to reach out and grab her, throwing her arms up in defense.

It never came, the sergal just standing there with a bored expression as Toy padded up beside him, his paw steps squeaking. The dragoness returned to frantically fiddling with the handle, making the sergal just sigh.

"There will be time for that later Pet, right now you need to sit." He said, his command given a growl behind it, emphasizing his seriousness. She turned back to glare at him with a snarl.

Suddenly Toy spoke up, hands clasped together pleadingly. "Please take a seat. Really, nothing bad is going to happen." He said softly, looking back to the admittedly cozy-looking furniture.

Her tone was low, tense. "That's what I thought when I went to a hookup with this bastard. Now that I've gotten out, you're just going to fucking beat me senseless to make sure I never do it again."

Kelt just rolled his eyes. "Hardly. If I had any desire to hurt you, you would already know."

She squinted at him, breathing heavy, definitely panicking now. She didn't budge.

The golden sergal just gave an irritated snort. "Fine, we can do it standing here." She glared in fear as the sergal continued. "It's time I explained myself."

She paused, really not expecting that. "What?" She muttered to herself. Surely Kelt wasn't some cliche supervillain that would explain exactly why he had drugged and kidnapped her.

"You are here for a reason, I am here to tell you that reason." Kelt said stoically.

"Yeah, to get raped."

His finger twitched. "No, I mean right here, right now. Toy gave you the means to break the binds and come here."

She took a shaky breath. "A test. Of course. Let me guess, there's some kind of electric fence off the side of the deck?" She never had a chance to escape, it was all fabricated. She wanted to kick herself and cry in a corner.

"No."

Her face turned incredulous. "What do you mean?" She said, barely whispering, already knowing the purpose of this test.

"Had you taken a jump off the deck, I would not have stopped you. That is your choice to make."

"No." She said, a low inhale accompanying it.

"Instead you chose to come upstairs."

Oh god. "W-Why do this? You don't know why I did it! I could run back down right now!"

"True. There are many reasons for not jumping, none of them are wrong. This was a test of a simple thing."

"F-Fucking what? Loyalty? Because it's really flawed-"

"Drive. Determination. The extent you would go to do something you want, to do something you need to do." The sergal looked right into her eyes and spoke with a tone that drove straight to her heart. "Potential."

She wanted to scream at him, but she was losing the will to do a lot of things. "Just... just let me go. Please."

"That is something I am willing to do, only when you can comprehend its consequences." The dragoness stared at him. "Should you choose, I will unlock that door, and you can walk right out. But you must know, that is all I will do. We are on a mountain. It is six miles just to get out of the driveway. Thirty eight until a populated road. Fifty three until a town."

She kept staring as dread built up in her heart. She noted he didn't give any kind of hint, not even what direction to walk.

"This entire ridge is private property. It is nearly entirely untouched, and nobody will come to save you should something happen."

She took a few tearful sniffs. "So I die, or I spend my life being forced to fuck you?" She sobbed, slumping against the heavy wood door. "S-Some fucking choice."

The sergal stood quiet a moment, before stepping behind the drake obediently standing there, ears perking and head tilting up to look at Kelt's angled snout while the sergal placed his hands on Toy's shoulders. His deep tones continued, a curious inflection changing up the usual coldness. "Tell me, what is Toy in your mind?"

"S-Someone..." She paused, unsure if she wanted to tell the drake her thoughts about him to his face. But the way he looked up lovingly to the sergal above him set her mind. "Someone you've destroyed. Brainwashed."

A bemused rumble came from the sergal as Toy looked down to the dragoness's scared eyes. She expected Toy to look hurt, or upset. Instead he just smiled sadly at her and shook his head. Kelt rubbed Toy's shoulder as he continued. "You think I've corrupted him? Broken him? Forced him to bend to my will?"

She weakly nodded.

Kelt smiled at her, something that filled her with dread. One of the sergal's hands lifted off the drake's shoulder, sliding up his neck and head before resting on the side of Toy's face, caressing the fur softly. The sergal then pushed his fingers into Toy's mouth, the drake obediently opening as Kelt began to rub the slick inside of his maw, quiet wet noises coming from his movements.

"I assure you, I did not force him, and I have no intention of forcing you." His fingers delved deeper into the open jaws. "What I want from you cannot be taken." Toy hummed happily, his tail thudding against his master's legs behind him as it wagged. "I did not impose my will on him. I did not force him to become Toy, to serve me. I simply proved to him that I was worth worshipping." The drake then closed his mouth once the fingers were deep enough, suckling gently on them.

The sergal's other hand began roaming down the drake's body, sliding over the bicep-length black rubber sleeve before crossing to his chest, Kelt's hands slowly moving down his exposed white furred belly, trailing claws making Toy visibly shiver. The dragoness looked on in uncertain terror.

"So this choice you must make is a critical one. One that must be made early, otherwise my effort and resources are wasted on you."

She was silent, backed up to the door, strength leaving her body and her mind fell farther into hopelessness. "I-It's still death or s-slavery. You already know what I'll choose when presented with two evils, the one that keeps me alive."

Kelt sighed again, absently rubbing Toy's belly fur, making the drake purr a bit while sucking his fingers. "You still don't understand. Either choice will end your life. It's just a matter of your willingness to accept a new one. It's not just slavery and servitude. I don't want slaves, I don't want someone who just does what I say. I wanted a toy, something that makes me happy, something that makes me smile." Toy closed his eyes appreciatively as Kelt caressed him. "Now I want a pet, a companion that sits at my side and follows me wherever I may go. A pet that I will cherish, and take care of."

The naked ruby girl remained still, utter disbelief on her mind.

"Yes, I'm looking for obedience, but that is not the only thing. A pet is so much more than a slave, because the pet gives as much consideration to its master as they give to the pet. I did not bring you here to abuse you, to see you hurt and crying until only despair is left. I am offering you peace and pleasure, all I ask is your devotion." The sergal then looked to her with a disturbing clarity in his eyes. "I know this is not something anyone is ready to choose willingly, an unthinkable idea. This locale and abduction is just to pull out that hidden portion of a pet raised as a person. To force you to look inside yourself and determine your path."

She was breathing heavy, everything seemed so far away. "I-I just... don't get it."

Kelt hmm'd as he spread his fingers in the drake's mouth, opening to show strands of spit webbing around the inside as he moved his hand to the other side of Toy's head, fingers swabbing over his tongue on their journey to the opposite side. She noted one of the drake's knees shiver a bit, he was enjoying himself.

She swallowed, trying to breathe. "I could still choose to leave, to wander until some animal kills me. Or I could stay just to be safe, play along with your whole 'pet' thing until I can get away for real. Sure, you have a logic to this whole thing, but it's flawed."

Kelt grinned again, like he did when they shook hands on their date. "Call it a test case then. And I will know." He rubbed his finger pads into Toy's mouth wetly. "I will know if you accept me or not. That is the precise purpose of this choice. I do not want something fake. As I said, what I want from you, I cannot take. It must be given."

Now Toy even spoke, though muffled a bit. "If you cannot be happy with such a life, do not stay."

The dragoness collapsed, sliding down the door until her ass was on the floor, openly weeping as her strength gave out. "I-I..." She held her head in her hands. "I can't. It's too much. I just..."

The compassion in Kelt's next words unsettled her on a deep level. "That is fine. I know it's a big choice. I will not force you to make a decision, at least not yet. You have a week to figure yourself out. Until then you are more or less free to be in the house, but I recommend you stick with Toy and even join him on his tasks. You should try to experience life as a pet before you become certain it is not for you."

He pulled his fingers out of Toy's mouth, wiping them on the side of his face, spit strands joining his dried cum stains. He pet his toy's belly one last time before taking that hand away as well, the drake once more standing on his own, gazing lovingly up at the sergal, his buzzing cock visibly pointing higher.

The sergal gave a final small chuckle, "One small thing I will force though." He pulled a phone out of his pocket, and before the defeated dragon knew it, that vibe on her clit was roaring back to life, now on half power and sending a burst of energy through her, muscles tensing as she half gasped and half moaned. Then he strode towards her, the girl flinching as he grew quite close, then freezing as the sergal moved past her, going up the stairs leading to the loft. He looked back with a smug smirk, "In the meantime, try to enjoy yourself."

Then he vanished into a doorway, it closing shut behind him. Her arms thudded to the floor, too much happening too fast, the girl unable to leave the sitting position in front of the door as she started crying uncontrollably. Now the drake stood there awkwardly, holding his other elbow demurely as he waited for her to settle down. He waited a good while for her tears to slow before approaching slowly, making sure she knew there was no ill intent.

He crouched down in front of her, junk hanging low and rubber knees pointing at her, though his voice was quiet and sympathetic, trying to calm her. "So hey... want some breakfast?" He said with a small timid smile. "Or at least some water? You've been crying for two hours..."

She looked up at him, face conflicted with so many things. "I d-don't want another jar of baby food."

Toy shook his head with a small amused exhale. "Of course not, we're past that. Your previous treatment was more or less an examination. I'll make you anything you want. Provided we have the ingredients anyways."

She sniffed. "Anything?" At the very fucking least, she could really go for some comfort food.

He nodded, smiling reassuringly. "Yeah. You name it. Eggs, pancakes, ooh! Master says I make great french toast!" That trademark exuberance was returning to the drake, the dragoness unable to stop it from spreading to her a touch.

She sighed shakily, a last few drips leaving her eyes before she forced herself to smile. Well, not really smiling, instead simply not frowning. Toy smiled back regardless, just happy to see her a little more composed. He hated watching people cry. His eyes looked through her for a moment as distant memories resurfaced.

"Sure. Why not. I'll have some french toast." She mumbled, voice a little ragged from her screeching sobs earlier.

Toy seemed to snap to attention, legs stretching back out as he stood from the crouch, padding towards the kitchen. "Right away. Let me know if you want some coffee or tea or something, alright?" He said with a concerned face. She just nodded absently, remaining sitting on the floor for a few minutes longer. She got to shaky legs, unsteady thanks to the overwhelming situation and the vibrator. She really should have just taken the damn thing off. Why... why didn't she?

She stood there in unwanted contemplation before shaking her head and walking forward. Bared naked in the middle of the room, looking out the tall windows. She looked to her left, seeing a sliding door like the one below, also leading to a deck. Instead of just being empty though, this one was furnished, a wicker couch and chairs facing another fireplace with a table in the middle, a grill and more granite counters in the far corner.

There were hanging flower beds and potted plants on either side of the stone for the fireplace. The right side was railing, beyond that a rolling mountain vista, able to see for immense distances. Beautiful. She didn't try to stop herself as she walked to the open door, pushing the sliding screen out of the way to step onto the deck paneling.

She walked to the railing, holding it tightly as she took in the view, the gentle rusting of trees filling her ears, a slope of forest sprawling before her. She didn't know how long she stood there, watching, breathing, being. Many thoughts had crossed her mind but nothing was concrete besides her enjoyment of the scenery. Suddenly someone was beside her, the dragoness turning to look at Toy a bit startled. He was leaning on the railing like her, his arm length gloves shining brilliantly in the sunlight.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" He said, eyes staring at the picture before him.

She merely nodded, looking back out into the evergreen expanse.

He took a deep breath of the smell of nature. "Much better than his last place. So much gray and noise. Too familiar."

A pause of silence as the breeze was the only things she heard over their respective vibes.

Toy continued, "We just finished building this at the start of the year. Still hard to believe I'm actually here."

She glanced at him. "Built?" Obviously Kelt would buy a nice place, but she didn't really consider building. Someone would surely point out the slave pens in the blueprints.

He nodded back, "Yeah." His smile was faint, yet so telling that it might have been from ear to ear. "I always wanted to live in the mountains."

She looked back to the view with a horrifically wonderful realization in her mind. Kelt built this for Toy. She sighed with more inner conflict. Toy pointed to a peak in the distance with an infectious smile, clearly far away but crystal clear on the horizon. "See that? That's a hundred miles away. You're looking at something over the border."

She peered at it, no small amount of awe filling her. "Huh." Was all she said.

He moved his finger a bit to the right, facing a shimmering glint that looked spiky. "That's Karlot. One of the biggest cities in the state. Almost a million people, no bigger than my claw."

That got a "Wow" from her. And she got a hint from him. State. She was in another country. A neighboring one to hers, but not hers.

His hand returned to the railing. "I never thought I would see a place like this, much less call it home." A happy sigh came from him. "Sorry, I always get a little swept away when I come out here. Your food is ready." He pushed off from the railing, calmly padding back to the screen door, looking back as he opened it, standing aside to let her pass. She looked at the drake, then the verdant landscape one more time before walking back inside. A plate of some seriously gourmet french toast was at the end of the table closest to the sliding door.

He pulled the chair out, nodding at her assuringly before she sat down and he pushed her in. She stared at the dish, a big chunk of soft french toast on it, fruit drizzle and berries laid over it with a layer of powdered sugar. She was taken aback. "It... looks really good. Like a restaurant."

The drake leaned around the chair to look at her, a knowing smirk on his lips. "Oh I know a few things about presentation~" He winked at her, then walked back to the kitchen with an emphasized sway in his hips. She stared, almost jealous as she forced herself to look away. She scoffed, mixed with some mild amusement, then grabbed a fork and took a bite. Maybe she was wrong about him. Maybe she was wrong about a lot of things.

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The week passed in a flash, the dragoness standing on the deck, looking at the blazing orange behind the jagged ridges of darkening green. Toy was standing beside her, like he did many a time during the buildup to this day. She had found surprising solace on this platform, seeing so far into the world around her.

Toy had become something special to her, a close confidant and even a friend she might dare say. She saw what he meant to Kelt now. The drake's views were biased of course, but he was not as subserviently braindead as she first thought. Toy was indeed a warm caring soul, just with a few quirks and a specialized sexuality.

She tried to review what had sped by so fast, the impending choice looming over her. That first day, the declaration of intent, was a turnabout day. She more or less accepted the week long trial, following orders, but only those she wished. She figured everything was already fucked, why not try to enjoy herself like her captors hinted. Toy moved her back into the bedroom she first woke up in, the door right next to the basement door. It was a nice room, and even with the constant vibrator, she was able to rest fully and sift through some thoughts.

The next day, Toy took her for a full tour of the house, then just did some housework. She joined in occasionally when he looked a bit overloaded, but otherwise just watched what the routine was like, judging. He did try to do a few sexual favors for her, such as offering to eat her out in repayment for making her drink his cum, but she declined.

In the off chance she agreed to stay, she wanted to figure out what she was getting into besides sex. If the day to day was solid, sex was a happy bonus. This whole thing started with her looking for dick, she might as well fulfill that if the typical tasks weren't too bad.

Kelt also kept to his rules, he didn't even ask her for sex or bring it up at all, her needing to ask for it first to be on the table. Much like Toy, Kelt too was an oddity. He was certainly cold, calculating, not exactly fun at parties unless they were the kind with lots of leather. But there was a twinkle in his eye when he looked at Toy, a subtle inflection in his voice when talking to him that took her some time to pick up. Other than that, he was actually quite busy running a massive company, and she generally didn't see him very often except for meals. And hearing how much he made Toy moan.

She went a day bondage free, as in no gloves or stockings. She had taken the plug out after the initial proposition, and made it damn clear she wasn't doing the bitch-suit again, not for a long while. She did concede that she did actually look good in the latex though, and was wearing them again the next day, though she had alternatives requested.

Just normal black fabric ones, a couple pink and white striped ones, shorter ones, pretty much all the ones they pulled out of the box of clothes were not made of rubber. She had no problem with it, and would keep the first ones, but she didn't really seek the shiny material out.

Most of today, the last day, was spent moping about the lodge, contemplating. She had to do some hard calculations and make a few points in her head that she wasn't a fan of. She really didn't have anything to go back to. At work, a mismanaged team that she would probably have to fire half of anyways. At home, not even a potted plant was waiting for her. Maybe that cute bartender at O'Halligans would notice her not coming in every Friday.

The only real thing was her mother, and she would be allowed to contact her as long as she didn't ask for rescue. Meanwhile here the work was menial, degrading compared to her resume, yet it was light and enough to feel accomplished. She did the math, the money Kelt had spent on her in just this week, if that were translated to a paycheck, she'd be rich. It blew all of her prospects back home out of the water, and now she would be able to call a mountain mansion home.

But of course she was swaying toward walking, refusing to become nothing but a pet. Whether from pride or stubbornness, she did not know. Though a life here did not seem as offensive as she once thought, being called a pet still put a bad feeling in her stomach, despite having a history of begging a few boyfriends to call her that.

But that was only natural, and the two guys knew that, that's why they brought her here, to their little self-discovery pow-wow in the middle of a mountain range. Because thanks to that, she was legitimately considering the other option.

So there she stood, peering off the deck with Toy beside her. They came here to talk, generally about nothing, sometimes about the house and routine. But now she needed to talk to him.

"Toy?" She asked quietly, not looking away from the descending orb of light.

He gave a small hum, tilting his head and ear to show he was listening.

"You made this choice right?"

He glanced at her quickly. "Of a sorts. Definitely not in the manner you are now."

"How did you make your choice?"

Toy huffed amusedly. "My situation was vastly different. My choice was simple."

She rephrased her question. "How did you cope with it? Becoming Toy, an object. Losing yourself."

He paused before there was a long sigh. "Again. I was different. I am happy to be Toy."

She turned to look at him. "Could you tell me, please. I just... want to make sure I make the right choice."

The drake faced her unsure frown, his blue eyes radiating understanding and sympathy. "I didn't mind becoming Toy because I... messed a lot of stuff up. I made some bad choices, caused some things to happen I wish I could take back, but eventually my debt had to be paid. In the end, I became Toy because I really didn't want to be myself. I didn't deserve that after what I did. My life here is good, master is fair and kind in his own way."

He took a breath before staring at her dead in the eye, "I wake up everyday knowing the life I live is too good for me."

She was quiet for a long while. "Thank you for telling me."

He merely nodded, looking back to the sunset.

"I've made my choice." She said, purposefully shoving off from the railing to walk back inside.