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There was something about clubbing that Lillith found ironic. Perhaps that wasn't quite the word they should use, but the black lab had trouble describing their version of 'clubbing' compared to what others talked about. Oh, there were certainly drinks and people on the dance floor, but Lillith's kind of clubs had the sound of leather against flesh in the background. Grunts of pleasure and pain were muffled by gags and pop-synth music playing overhead as blacklight coated the floor in a bright purple hue. Where every fur wore leather, latex, nothing, or the stray casually-dressed newcomer looking for a taste.

Lillith smiled, remembering their first time visiting such a place. Back when they saw things as night and day, black and white. There was no room for absolutes in the world, so why should they conform to limited ideas? The only constraining thing they enjoyed was the bondage before play. Be it leather, rope, chains, or even the tight plastic zip ties, Lillith enjoyed the struggle enough that they couldn't help but tug their leather harness absently.

The stations for play had closed down now, leaving the furniture for those who'd negotiated with someone brought or met. Normally they'd scour the club to scratch their itch. Find a rigger, a sadist, maybe even a service-top, or some mix of all three to ravage them in the night. Tonight they had a different idea, one brought on by a lovely message they'd received from the club's owner; Anthony the Unicorn.

No one knew much of the unicorn, a shocker given the rarity. Perhaps that was why he preferred his privacy despite owning and running a popular S&M club. Cheap enough to let anyone in, expensive enough to afford all sorts of marvels like vacbed decorations with cuties waiting to be handled. Lillith's own digging found nothing, piquing their interest more when asked to come in for a private meeting.

Someone approached him through the strobing lights. A lioness with her arms bound behind her. She kicked her hips out when she walked just enough not to fall over on her high heels. Her mane had been bussed down to a soft natural mohawk yet Lillith expected there was little rebellion in her. The open-mouth ring-gag and tray table with chains pulling at her nipples made it obvious at a glance. How she bowed her head in Lillith's presence confirmed it.

"Can I help you?" Lillith tried not to snicker at the rhetorical question. The lioness's green eyes stared at them for a second before she nudged her head to the tray table. A single glass of brown liquid, bourdon Lillith guessed, sat above a laminated card. "Is that for me?" They asked, to which the lioness nodded.

It was indeed bourbon. White letters on a black background made the card easier to read by the dancing lights. A simple welcome followed by an instruction to lock a leash around Reyna, the lioness Lillith assumed. Turning to the bartender for clarity they were met with a long leash handed over.

"Don't worry about your tab," the capybara said, "Boss is paying."

A submissive at heart, Lillith couldn't deny a small rush when clipping the lioness's leash on. Their cock stirred underneath the tight leather thong they wore, blissfully compact as they followed Reyna through the crowd. Eyes glanced toward them. Those who knew smiled, nodded, or snickered, envious of what awaited the blackhound. Others just watched in excitement, losing themselves in the craze of the evening.

Out from the main floor, Lillith followed upstairs and down some well-furnished halls. Art depicting acts of bondage in various styles adorned the walls along with pictures of furs in play. One particular image caught Lilth's attention, a photo depicting a bull strapped to a cross that hung from the ceiling, his balls wrapped in a vice and pulled down by an iron ball that was in motion. They must have missed that night, or it was before their time.

Reyna stopped at a door and nudged her head signaling for Lillith to open for her. Past the door revealed black carpeting and red leather chairs, with wide windows reminiscent of a stadium box with the dance floor lights streaming across it. The eponymous unicorn sat on one chair, legs spread apart with a glass of vintage alcohol in one hand and a cigar in the other. Through the strobe lights, they caught a smile on his lips.

"Come on in," the gray-furred unicorn pointed to the seat beside them. "I'd offer you some of this but I'd prefer we talk sober. Safer that way."

The door closed behind them. Lillith turned to see two latex-clad figures melding into shadows, revealed by the changing lights. Each hissing breath of their gasmask was lost behind the muffled music playing below. What Lillith could gather of them was how androgynous they looked. They would kill for latex that good.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of Anthony?" Lillith asked, taking their seat. Reyna, now free and not liking it, kneeled beside her master. If Anthony noticed he didn't say so, preferring to casually pet her buzzed hair as he talked. She didn't seem to mind.

"I've been watching you. Now, to be fair, I watch everyone in the club. Everyone here accepts that a little voyeurism is bound to happen and I make it clear nothing is recorded. There are exceptions, but they need to be approved by me and made clear ahead of time."

"And what's that to do with me?"

He frowned, then chuckled. "Sorry, I got ahead of myself. Your little forays with my guests have been entertaining. May I ask you a personal question?"

"I'm here, you might as well."

"Are you without a partner? You never seem to bring or leave with someone."

They'd heard this question enough from their parents that Lillith audibly sighed at it, "It's not as if I'm not looking. But no one I've played with scratches my itch. And I mean really scratch it. So hard that-"

"That they draw blood?"

Lillith had never heard such an answer that felt so right. Anthony smiled in response, leaning back to uncross then recross his legs to reveal a buzzed cunt. "Yeah, I've had the same thought process. As have my circle of subs." At that the two gas-masked gimps came from the shadows, arcing over their master as Reyna purred to a soft scratch underneath her chin. "Reyna was the first. She used to be an important office worker. What exactly she did I can't remember, could have been accounting or human resources. All that did matter was that she was bored and sought to satiate that hunger. Turns out she's a glutton."

"And them?" Lillith asked, nodding to the two latex-clad individuals.

"A two-for-one package." The stallion stroked his powerful hands across the rounded nubs over each crotch. "I asked one to take care of Reyna while I was on a business trip and he brought his boyfriend. Though not as submissive as her, only one acts as my demi-dom when out of costume. You might have seen them before. Black shepherd with a red streak in his hair? Has a band I let perform here on occasion."

Lillith shook their head. Concerts being held at the club weren't rare but Lillith had never bothered to attend them. The gimp to the left of Anthony looked dejected with its tilted head. The horse whinnied softly, petting the gimp's lap before pointing off for them to go elsewhere. "So, are you expecting me to join your little harem?" Lillith asked, not that they were completely against the idea.

"Not without a trial run." At the snap of his fingers, the gimps placed a sheet of paper and a pen in Lillith's lap. "I suggest you give it a good reading, I had lawyers work hard to make sure it is in the recipient's favor."

The paper, like the business card, was black with white letters. Lillith expected some loophole in the details. No one put on such a show to make something like play legally binding unless there was something fucked up that involved the dog waking up in a bathtub filled with ice cubes. They found none, dug more, and came up empty.

Anthony laid out the rules of the contract while Lillith read. "For twenty-four hours you will be my bitch. No recordings or evidence of the event is to be made and any that is well within your rights to sue me. I cannot go against what you negotiate and a safeword and safe signal must be established beforehand. However, I am free to go as hard as I please, and kinks not listed as limits, hard or soft, are fair game."

That all sounded reasonable enough. "Ok, then let's negotiate." When negotiating a scene, one should never push or neg someone into doing something they don't want to do. Lillith, despite subbing, often found themselves on the wrong side of that conversation and turned doms away with their requests. Anthony not only nodded with a smile but added onto them. Handing Lillith a shovel to gleefully bury themselves with.

"Well, I think that's all sorted." Anthony poured himself another glass from a clear bottle. "Shall we drink?"

Lillith's hands shook with so much excitement that their signature was almost ineligible. "Of course, pour me one." At the snap of Anthony's fingers, one of the gimps poured a glass for them. It had a burning sweetness to it. Honey perhaps? It'd fit if the burning was like a sting.

"I must admit, you have a surprisingly small amount of hard limits." Anthony wistfully swished his class as he spoke, staring into it on occasion. "For a lot of people that's the sign of someone new or just a big red flag. Knowing the crazy things you'd want to try though, well, they're all green flags to me."

Lillith's controlled chuckle turned to a wild laugh. They slumped into their seat, nodding playfully until the room started spinning. "I don't think I've met anyone outside of my little harem who wanted to get drugged for play. But I suppose you do have some very dark fantasies." The unicorn smiled and put his glass down, undrank. Latex hands looped Lillith by their armpits and hauled them up. The world spun in colors and muddled sounds scratched against their ears.

Though their limbs felt lifeless Lillith knew they could fight back. They didn't, gleefully accepting the cuffs locking their arms and elbows together, followed by the hobble chain latched to the black lab's ankles. One gimp pulled a thick ballgag behind Lillith's teeth to muffle their delirious laughter.

"Look at you." Anthony held Lillith by their maw, squeezing hard enough to make them whimper. "All bound up and at my mercy. Something I'm not well known for in play. A shame that I still have business to attend to on the floor. Hermes and Onyx will be excellent hosts until then." Releasing them, the unicorn bequeathed the black lab to his two gimps, Onyx and Hermes if they had to guess. "Take them away and do more when you can get them properly set up. I want to savor these next twenty-four hours."

They watched Anthony leave with Reyna pulled along while the rubber hounds took Lillith away. From the dark VIP rooms to the concrete staff hallways and the cracked paved alleyways behind the club. A white van opened up and closed with them inside, followed by more restraints to act as seat belts and bondage.

One of the gimps, Lillith still couldn't tell who, pressed a hose to their nose and funneled gas. With the ball in their maw, they couldn't shake away, fading out with every single breath. The last thing they heard was the van's engine rumbling.

***

The first thing Lillith noticed upon waking was their lensed gaze. Nothing too impeding, but obvious, just as was the scent and weight of latex stretched around their head and the filtered breaths of a gasmask.

The material coated Lillith from the tips of their paws to the bottom of their soles. Only places free were gaps in their crotch where two new sensations filled them. The first was a thick ever-present pressure that the lab gathered was a buttplug. The second, and they had to peer down from the table they were latched on, was an inverted chastity cage. Judging from the tingly feeling in their cock, there was a urethral tube as well.

From the briefest of glances, Lillith could tell they were in someone's personal dungeon. Sex toys lined shelves or hung from the wall along with an assortment of paddles, whips, and floggers. Every piece of furniture had leather padding for the only kind of comfort one would have on them. With their peripheral vision cut they couldn't see next to them but swore there was some sort of tank. The most outstanding thing in the room was a digital clock the size of their head that passed the twenty-two-hour mark.

From behind they heard the creak of hinges. Reyna stepped into view, still gagged and collared but her arms free to do with as she pleased. She left as quickly as she came, returning with the buff unicorn by her side. "Comfy?"

Any sane person would throw up their safety signal if not scream into their gagged and masked maw. Lillith nodded. Delighted, the unicorn laughed and reached for Lillith's mask. "These are specially designed, you know. The filters can be filled with all sorts of things, scented air, vapes, some airborne drugs and poppers. The main flaw, however, is that it completely restricts your breathing to one way. See these tiny holes along the rim are just to add some stims in case the main hole is occupied." Lillith let him turn their head while dragging his finger across the mask, completely at his mercy and, judging by their tail was wagging, loving it.

The filter popped off with a hiss, leaving their mouth open but hardly free thanks to a ring-gag. Anthony pushed his thumb into Lillith's maw, possessively pressing down over their tongue. "For the next, oh, let's say twenty-two hours, you are my object. Not my prisoner, not my pet, just an object I can do whatever I want with. If I want to cut off your oxygen," he shoved his fingers deep enough to challenge Lillith's long-dead dead gag-reflex, "Then I'm well within my right to do so, aren't I?"

He could. By god, Anthony could strangle them and all Lillith would cry is "Harder!" in their gag. They mewled when he pulled his hand out, smelling her saliva once he clipped the filter back on. "Unfortunately, I need to go to bed. I'll just need to make a special adjustment before I leave you in my pet's capable hands."

Taking a tube from outside their vision he twisted it into Lillith's filter. Oxygen flooded into them from the tube, pure oxygen from a tank. Next, he stabbed two pods over the mask. The scent was strange but the after-effects lit their body alight. Their arousal skyrocketed in seconds, leaving the latex labrador thrashing for some relief as their cock strained against the cage, urethral filled and all.

"I expect you in your crate when I wake up," he told Reyna, "Until you're relieved, keep an eye on our guest. Have fun, of course, you have my permission to do anything so long as they don't cum. Not yet."

The lioness did nothing until her master left, whirring into a blur of motion as soon as the doors closed. Lillith arched their head over in vain watching Reyna sort through what tools of torment she could apply. There was a whirring sound, then the sensation of a vibrator brushing against the black lab's covered nipple. One was pressed by a wand, the other pinched, pulled, and twisted, doing everything in her power to get them tight and sensitive.

The drugs helped. Every deep breath made - plenty thanks to their moans from the toy - set the dog's body rippling on the edge. What pauses Reyna took from teasing were made up with heavy cracks of a flogger against their chest. She removed her gag not to speak but lather what exposed bits of Lillith with her rough tongue. The warmth of her maw was welcomed and missed once she pulled away.

At four hours in, Lillith pleaded for the cage to come off. If Reyna understood them she didn't show it. She was too busy looking through an assortment of dildos, picking out a comfortably sized pink one that snapped over the flat head of Lillith's cage. They watched in aroused despair when the lioness suckled the silicon tip, taking inch after inch while the canine's real cock felt no pleasure.

They climbed over, positioning their waiting cunt above the slicked toy. Behind glazed lenses they watched the unicorn's slave sink into the fake phallus. She shuddered a breath to relax herself, fingertips digging into the latex hound underneath her.

Frozen and denied, Lillith watched the lioness ride them. Her weight slapped against them as speed rose, slamming against the cage again and again in repeated mockery. "Fuck me," she whispered, "Don't make me do all the work."

For the next hour the walls were bombarded by the squeak of pistoning rubber thighs as well as filtered and unfiltered panting. While hearing of people able to cum like this before, Lillith's doubts grew stronger by the minute until giving up on an orgasm until Reyna was relieved. The door opened before that could happen, with a light-furred doberman relieving Reyna of her position.

Soft blue eyes and a warm smile stared down at them once Reyna left. "Hi, you," the doberman said, "Did you enjoy the ride here? I didn't hit any potholes or anything, did I?" Still gagged, Lillith couldn't voice the realization that this was one of the gimps from before. He brushed through his long headfur, his smile breezy. "I'll take that as a no. First off, high. I'm Hermes. I would have introduced myself before but Onyx and I were in drone mode. Before we start, do you need pee?"

Lillith, now that he mentioned it, did and agreed with a nod. He didn't take the bindings off, and any hope of a bucket was dashed when a PVC wire and catheter appeared in his hands. "We made sure to give you an enema when you were unconscious. Can I just add that that alone makes you a certified freak? It's one thing to have an enema administered, it's another for someone to do it to you while unconscious, and you consented to that. I have a feeling you're gonna like it here."

Even with hours of torture Lillith happily nodded before a quick squeal escaped their mask. No matter how careful the doberman was, nothing short of knocking them unconscious would avoid the sensitive push of a catheter down their urethra. The long end of the winding tube did not end at a bag but at a locking point, one the doberman eagerly locked into Lillith's gasmask.

"My name is Hermes, by the way," the doberman said far too casually after what he'd done. "Now, why don't you empty yourself before we get onto the main course of my watch?"

Watersports wasn't new to Lillith. They'd been subject to golden showers from eager doms. Once or twice they'd willingly drank their piss on a dare. Being forced to drink it, however, made the hot bitter liquid somehow sweeter as the yellow stream trailed through the clear tube and their mask. Hermes pet their scalp through it all, whispering sweet nothings until the black lab finished.

Then came hell.

It started, strangely enough, with Hermes removing the chastity cage and toying with Lillith's cock. It was easy enough to bring to erection. "It's so cute," the doberman teased, "I only need two fingers and a thumb to pump it."

Pump it he did, not before turning the oxygen off. Lillith spasmed for air as pleasure grew between their legs. When the oxygen came back Hermes stopped, turning it off whenever he pumped the small cock.

For hours Lillith teetered on the edge of bliss. Cries for release fell on deaf ears. When the hands were bored, a skillful tongue and pair of warm lips lathered the meager rod in saliva. They'd considered using their safeword only once before someone came to relieve Hermes, a black german shepherd with a red streak in his hair.

Whistling, he paced around the two, "I swear I can hear their whimpering outside the door. And this room is soundproof. What are you doing?"

"Edging. Did you want to do that?"

"It's on my list." He pulled the doberman in for a kiss. Not a sloppy or aggressive passionate kiss, but a small peck one gave to their significant other after a long day. "Get some sleep, it's my turn to have some fun."

"Try not to have too much fun, Onyx." Hermes scampered off with little else to say, leaving Lillith secluded with a new partner and a raging erection ready to blow.

"So I'm gonna ask this once." The shepherd scooted a wheeled chair around and clutched his master's guest from behind, "Do you want to cum? Cause I can do that, enough to make you regret it but that's a problem for future you."

To their surprise, they shook their head. "Huh, denial whore huh? Ok, I can work with that. Though we're gonna try something a little similar to what my boyfriend did. Mostly because it was my idea and he stole it." At that he pulled out a roll of medical tools, unraveling it to reveal several thin metallic rods with rounded heads.

"Are you begging?" Onyx teased while threading one rod over Lillith's cock, gently dragging the tip around the urethral hole. "You know what you need to do to make me stop. Anthony told us all your safe signal."

Lillith wasn't begging, at least not for it to stop. The gag just made every scream of affirmation sound the same as cries for mercy. Once Onyx slipped the rod down the lab's cock, they threw their head back in uncomfortable pleasure, drowning in debased ecstasy of their forbidden hole toled with.

Taking note of this, Onyx continued unabashed. Slowly pumping the rod, twisting, then replacing it with a bigger one and doing the same thing again. He needed lube for what had to be twelve-millimeter diameters at the most, though by then Lillith's lenses had been too fogged from tears to check.

Between swapping rods, Onyx took the liberty to tie a small rope around Lillith's balls, tight enough to separate them from the base of their cock. He'd yank, squeeze, and even slap them. Not hard enough to break, but the combined sensations made the comparison moot. Lillith was on cloud nine.

No longer able to notice the time nor the people around them, Lillith gathered that the newest foggy figure approaching was Anthony. If not by his size then the cadence of his voice when speaking. "Have you had enough, puppy?" Lillith shook their head before Anthony could finish, eliciting a laugh. "Impatient. Well, might as well reward you with the last hour we have."

Scooting between their legs, Anthony had someone else lift them behind Lillith's ears. Thick fingers wrapped and twisted the buttplug free, leaving the hound gaping for an agonizing second. Anthony filled it with one lube-covered latex glove balled into a fist, carefully spreading the dog wide with each inch.

Lillith's mouth clamped tight in since. Anthony broke it once he found the prostate. "There we go," he said, ears perked at the increasingly filtered breaths, "That's it. Everyone's been letting it build but now it's time to make you pop." The whir of a wand caught their attention, as did the pressure before they saw it. Though by the touch of it they'd become far too gone to think coherently.

What feeling remained in their crotch spasmed out of control and shot out. It pattered over their mask and suit, cooling quickly against the reflective latex. Anthony didn't stop. One finger teased their P-spot, and the other hand chased the desperate cock around. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Until the orgasms started to hurt. Spurt. Spurt. Spurt. Pleasure to pain, then pain to pleasure in a cycle.

An alarm blared. Lillith slumped into their bindings as Anthony pulled out. Their jaw ache was like broken glass when the unicorn relieved them of the mask. "So, did you enjoy your twenty-four hours?"

Any sane person would have said no. That what he did was too much and they needed to leave. Lillith nodded, too tired to speak freely. "Good." Anthony crutched a finger underneath their chin, "Do you want to be mine then? All I need to hear is some magic words."

Breathless, Lillith pushed out their submission to speech, "Yes, master."

"Good." Anthony clapped his hands, "Onyx, get Lillith here a drink. There's much to discuss."