His Proper Place: Part 2
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His Proper Place: Part 2
By
Draconicon
The fox wasn't sure just how long that he remained in the dragon's office. All he knew was that he was awake again, and he was seated in his car.
Charles stepped out of his car in shock, looking around him for any sign of....well, anything. People, Dranor, footprints or trash nearby that would show how he had gotten from the dragon's office down to the parking lot. It just...it didn't make sense. Didn't make sense at all. The fox shook his head, searching his immediate area frantically, one might even say desperately.
There was nothing to be found, however. The pavement of the interior parking lot was more or less dry around his car, except for the faint tracks left behind when he'd driven inside at the start of the day. The moisture of those particular marks had almost completely dried up, so even that was difficult to see. Nor were there any pieces of trash or people around him. In fact, the rest of the parking lot was almost empty, like everyone had already gone home and he was the last one left.
What time was it, anyway? He looked down at the watch he kept on his wrist. Eyes wide as he realized that it was a full hour after the actual closing time of the company, Charles leaped back into his car and turned the keys. Gunning the engine, he pulled out of the parking lot and rushed out to the streets. Probably he was breaking a few speeding limits, but he just felt the need to get home and get back to Violet. There was also the matter of seeing a therapist or something about what had happened - if it had happened, as he was no longer certain if he was remembering it right - but he needed to get to Violet first. If Dranor had taken him as a slave somehow, he didn't want to find himself going along with the command the dragon had given him. He didn't want to bring his girlfriend along to be turned into another slave for his boss.
He paused at a red light only long enough to pull his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing his home phone. If Violet was there, she was sure to pick up.
Actually running the light before it had gone green, Charles muttered, "Come on, come on...pick up, Violet..." under his breath. The phone kept ringing...and ringing...and just when he was sure that it was going to go to the machine, someone answered.
"Hello?"
Sighing in relief that Violet was at his house, Charles slowed his pace a little bit on the road. "Violet, it's good to hear your voice," he said. Taking a few deep breaths to keep from sounding so shaky, he continued. "How was your day? Good, I hope."
"Pretty good, but boring," she responded with a sigh. Charles imagined her with a smile, leaning back either on his couch or against a counter in the kitchen, the phone held up to her ear by her shoulder. "Where are you? I thought you'd be home two hours ago."
"I'm on the way home now, sweetie. Sorry about that, something at work kept me back." You have no idea how much of something, he thought to himself. "I should be there in about ten minutes."
Violet was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, Charles felt his heart sink. "Dear...I'd really like to come with you to your job tomorrow."
He fell silent, not sure what to say.
"I mean, you're there everyday. Even on the weekends, you go in and you work around the clock for that boss of yours. I know that you're getting paid well, but...well, when a girl doesn't know this part about her boyfriend's life, something that's this big of a part of his life...it scares her."
Oh, please....please don't do this!
"So...I need to know. Is there something you're hiding from me at work? Is there something that you think that I'd hate you for there? Because I promise you that there's nothing there that can scare me away from you."
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
"Charles? I don't know what it is at work that you don't want me to see, but won't you just relax and let me come along? Just this once?"
There was no way that he could get out of this, the fox realized. If he refused - which he wasn't sure he could do if he wanted to - she would think that he was doing something on the side, or someone. It might even make her leave him, if he didn't actually bring her along. And if he did bring her with him, then he was doing just what Dranor wanted, and he would be handing her over to him. As good as selling his girlfriend into servitude, in his mind.
There was no choice. He couldn't lose her...and maybe with them both being Dranor's slaves, he could get to be around her a little more than otherwise. "I'll talk with my boss tomorrow morning, dear," Charles promised. "If he says yes, you can come in with me. Does that work for you?"
"That's fine, Charles," Violet said, and he could almost hear the smile as it crossed her face. "I'm sure that if you really want me to come in, your boss will let me. I mean, what sort of distraction could I be, and it's only for a day. Thanks for doing this, honey. I'll make tonight extra special for you for this," she promised before hanging up the phone.
Charles sunk back in his seat, stopping at the next red light rather than run through it again. He felt like he was on the verge of a breakdown as he pressed his hands to his head. On the one hand, he was handing over his girlfriend to a hypnotic tyrant that was going to do who knew what to her, taking her away from him and the love that he had shared with her. On the other, he was obeying his boss's instructions...his Master's instructions...and that was going to keep him from getting some sort of punishment or another. True, Dranor had never mentioned that he would be punished if he failed, but he hadn't needed to. The fox knew the threat that lay under the dragon's words, and if he hadn't done this, he would have...well, he wasn't sure. Dranor wouldn't have fired him, but he was sure that life would have become completely unbearable.
Come to think of it, though, he wasn't sure what he had done was any better. He'd just sold his wife into the dragon's service, and she would probably never be anything happier than miserable.
"What am I going to do?" he whispered to himself as he put his hands back on the wheel, continuing the drive home.
#
As soon as he walked through the door, Charles was greeted with a wonderful sight. The fox stopped and stared at his girlfriend, who waited for him dressed in a French maid's costume. She grinned at him, bending over just a little bit so that he could get a look down her shirt. Her breasts were quite prominently on display to him, almost spilling out of the low cut top. "Hello, Charles," she said in a sweet voice. Twirling around a little bit, she showed off her little outfit, the twirling lifting the low skirt enough to allow him to catch a glimpse of her rump. She wasn't wearing any underwear, that was immediately clear. "How do you like it?"
After mentally slapping himself awake again, he said, "I love it...this is a great surprise, Violet." He took a step forward, but before he could reach for her, she danced back. He reached forward again, and once more she danced back.
He realized that she was making him chase her towards the bedroom, and it made him grin. Oh, he was going to get some hot pussy tonight, he thought to himself.
Not your pussy...not anymore. My pussy.
The thought of his boss whispering that to him brought him up short for a second, but he shook his head, dismissing the words. That wasn't going to happen. He was just going to bring her in for work, not make her a slave. He wasn't going to give her to Dranor. She was still going to be his girlfriend.
He went back to chasing her, not wanting her to think there was anything wrong, and eventually caught up with her at the door to his bedroom. She was leaning over his bed, her tail raised and her butt pointed right at him. Just like he had thought, she wasn't wearing a stitch of underthings. Not a thong, not panties; absolutely nothing blocked his view of his girlfriend's perfect set.
"Well, you just going to stand there?" she asked with a teasing laugh. The female shook her rump back and forth with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. Both were things he barely noticed, considering that his eyes were locked onto her pussy.
The thought of Dranor's voice saying that it was his pussy now almost entered his mind, but Charles managed to shut it out, this time. He wasn't going to let his boss deprive him of his night with his girlfriend. Perhaps his last night, for that matter, so he had better enjoy it all the more because of that.
Leaping from the doorway to the bed, Charles snuggled his Violet into the covers, his pants slipping free rapidly, leaving him bare and exposed to her as she rolled onto her belly, her tail lifted high.
From there...well, he just did what any male would do.
#
Morning struck with a vengeance, slapping him across the face with the first rays of light from the sunrise. Charles groaned to himself as he pulled himself upright, rubbing his eyes and looking over at the clock. It read six thirty four, so at least he hadn't overslept, or anything like that. He doubted that Dranor would cut him any leeway with lateness, even with the hypnosis over him. Hell, he'd probably be that much stricter with the hypnosis over him, since he would be that much more likely to try and find a way around the commands.
He pulled himself out of the bed and towards his dresser, slowly getting the drawers open and pulling out some of his clothes. Barely awake as it was, he just grabbed a pair of jeans, boxers, and a half decent shirt from the closet. He wasn't going to be doing any sort of real work today, he was sure, but that didn't mean that he could just walk into the workplace with nothing more than he might wear around the house.
Still, the fox had a hope that maybe someone would be paying attention in the office. He never went in dressed in just jeans and some half decent shirt.
He always went in dressed in full formal suit, dressing appropriate to a workplace. Dressed like this...well, maybe someone on the work force would be smart enough to figure something out. He doubted anything would click immediately, but maybe one of his co-workers would realize that something was off and report that to...well, he didn't know who. He just hoped that it could happen before he and Violet were too deeply slaves to Dranor. The vague memories of the day before, what had happened in the office and how willingly he had done it after a certain point, scared him, and the fox was sure that he wasn't going to be able to resist for long before he was completely and totally under his boss's control, both in and out of the office. Violet wouldn't be any different, and if what Dranor said about cock size mattering more to females was true...
He didn't want to think about it. It wasn't true: it was just his boss messing with his head, making him too worried to think. That was all there was to it. Still, as he buttoned his jeans and started walking out of the bedroom, he still couldn't help but worry, at least a little bit.
His girlfriend waited for him in the kitchen. Just as he knew she would be, she was completely dressed and ready to go. Probably she had just been waiting for him to get up and get dressed, and considering that there wasn't any food on the stove or in the microwave, she was probably ready to grab something to eat on the go. Well, that was alright with him.
As he approached the door, though, she pressed a hand against his chest. Holding her cell phone out with her other hand, she said, "Are you just going to sneak me into the building? I thought you needed to call your boss first."
That little lie had completely slipped his mind, but he covered quickly. Taking her phone in hand, Charles dialed Dranor's office number. Every member of the staff had his number, since the dragon took random progress reports over the phone every now and then. They would receive an email with the time that they were to call him and give an evaluation - not of themselves, but of the others that were around them - that generally took about thirty minutes to go through in its entirety.
After ringing a few times, the dragon picked up the phone. "Hello?"
Charles took a deep breath before speaking. "Hello, sir. This is Charles, from the sales department. I was wondering if you would mind if I brought my girlfriend with me to work today. She's been showing a lot of interest in the company, and she promises that she'll stay out of the way of anything important."
"Good slave...Slave is obeying his master well," the dragon said on the other end of the line. Dranor blushed a little bit at that, glad that Violet couldn't hear what was being said, but still feeling ashamed of what he was hearing. "You can bring her in. Make sure that you come straight to the office with her. No stopping at your cubicle, no stopping to talk with any of the other co-workers. I don't want to wait for my new pussy and my slave to get up here."
"Thank you, sir," Charles said, trying and mostly succeeding in sounding as though he was just a little embarrassed about his boss teasing him about bringing his girlfriend in with him. Probably something that most regular bosses would tease their employees for, he was pretty sure. Hanging up, he handed the phone back to Violet. "Sounds like you can come along, dear. You want to drive, or shall I?"
"You better drive," Violet admitted with a chuckle. "With how eager I am, I'd probably just skip any restaurant on the way there, and probably get a ticket to boot. No need for you to skip a meal just for me to satisfy my curiosity."
"Thanks for the consideration," he said sarcastically, but he smiled to take the possible sting out of it. He nodded towards the garage. "Let's go."
#
The interior parking garage was as full now as it had been empty the night before. Charles shook his head a little bit as he stepped out of his car, stretching his back and arms out in one long move. The drive hadn't been so bad, but finding a parking place here was always a problem. The interior parking garage always had enough spaces, of course, since it was carefully regulated who had the passes to park in it, but if you arrived even a minute or two after the morning surge, you had to search carefully to find the right one.
Violet had accepted that, of course, just like she had accepted everything about his work since they had gotten together. Still munching on a little morning muffin that they had grabbed from an early opened bakery, she stepped out on the other side of the car. She grabbed her purse, and chuckled softly. "I didn't think that there were so many people that had inside parking passes here," she said.
"You'd be surprised," Charles replied. "The boss likes the people here that do the most work to get here on time, and be able to have a guaranteed parking space. Of course, there are a lot of people that do a lot of work, so there are a lot of people with the guaranteed parking in here. Still, it's kind of a pain when you're not early to find a parking space."
"So I see," Violet said with a nod. "So, where do you work here? Sales, you said?"
"Close enough for it. But that's not what we're going to do now. Boss said that you should come up to his office first, meet him, before I get to my job," Charles said. He was lying again, but what was he supposed to say? That his boss wanted her to come to his office first so he could enslave her and humiliate him?
Despite the surprise, Violet took it in stride, nodding her acceptance and following him up to the stairs, and after that, to the elevator. Charles pressed the button that took them up to the top floor, home of both his cubicle in the building and Dranor's office.
As the elevator started to rise, Charles fell into silent contemplation. There was still time to back out of this. After all, the dragon's hypnosis hadn't actually triggered when he was doing any of the things he'd been told to, and he hadn't really tried to fight against htem. Maybe they were all in his head, or maybe it only worked if he was in the presence of his Maste- no not his master, his employer. Maybe it only worked when Dranor was looking at him with those red eyes.
Could he defy that dragon? It would mean telling his girlfriend what had happened to him yesterday, the single most humiliating instance in his life, but she would be safe. He would be in misery, but she would be safe. Could...could he trade his happiness for hers?
He honestly wasn't sure. The events of yesterday in the office were sure to be only the tip of the iceberg that Dranor would put him through, and if there wasn't someone to share it with, he'd go mad. On the other hand, seeing Violet suffer...seeing her go through what he went through...shouldn't that be worse? Shouldn't he try to stop this? He was her boyfriend, for heaven's sakes. It should be him before her into dangerous territory, not the two of them hand in hand.
All of that didn't matter, he realized as the elevator dinged. If Dranor wanted him, if he wanted Violet, then he would have them. The dragon had all sorts of authority over those in this building, and he had a security system that must have been put together by a wizard with the craft. They couldn't run. If they had stayed home, perhaps they would have had a chance, but now? There would have better chances in hell for a snowstorm than a chance of them getting out now.
The foxes stepped out of the elevator together, walking down past the lines of cubicles towards the stairs on the other end of the room. Several other co-workers poked their heads out of their cubicles to look at who had come in, and more than a few of them looked Violet over a couple of times. She was pretty, gorgeous, even, after all, so that wasn't surprising.
What was surprising was how many of the other employees eyed him oddly as he walked by. He hoped that they actually did put two and two together and figure out that someone was wrong, but so far none of them had done more than look. And he was rapidly approaching the stairway.
Finally, as he stood on the first step of the stairway, he noticed that one mouse was reaching for a phone and dialing something. The mouse was even looking at him when he was dialing, so it had to be about him. Oh, gods maybe he was going to get out of this after all.
He ripped his eyes forward again to see that Dranor was looking at him through his office window. The dragon's red eyes moved to Violet, and Charles followed his employer's gaze. His girlfriend was looking back into the dragon's eyes, and there was a slight bit of glaze to them.
That wouldn't do. Charles reached down and squeezed her hand tightly, almost tight enough to give her a little jolt of pain and definitely enough to make her hand feel uncomfortable. She jerked at the way he held her hand, but the glazing over of her eyes had stopped. Most definitely it had stopped, he noticed when she turned and glared at him.
"Sorry, dear," he said.
She held the glare for a little longer before smiling and squeezing his hand just as hard. Uncomfortable as it was, he didn't protest. "Just don't do it again, huh?"
He nodded as he reached the top of the stairway and laid his hand on the doorknob. "Of course." He turned the knob and pushed the door inwards, gently tugging her into the office with him. This was it, there was no turning back now.
Charles still hoped that they were going to be rescued by whoever the mouse was calling, but those hopes were dashed as he saw Dranor on the phone. "Yes, I'm aware of Charles's lack of suitable clothes. Don't worry about it, he'll be dressed to his station again before long," Dranor said into the phone. The look that he gave the fox left no doubt that he was talking about the slave status, rather than the employee one. "Thank you for being so observant. If anyone else asks, tell them what I told you."
He hung up the phone and stepped out from behind his desk. Just like always, he loomed over Charles, the massive muscles and towering height doing much to increase just how intimidating the dragon was, as if he wasn't already intimidating enough. He looked back and forth between Charles and Violet, his eyes lingering a little more on her each time, his eyes meeting hers and holding her gaze with that glowing red glint.
Not that Charles was spared. Far from it, as the eyes swung back around to him, locking him in that red, powerful gaze. He would have closed his eyes, but he was afraid that such open defiance would lead to something worse than already planned.
Finally, Dranor spoke. "It's nice to meet the girlfriend of such a valuable employee. Tell me, have you been together long?"
And thus began the small talk. Charles felt like he was nothing more than the background as his employer and his girlfriend chatted about anything and everything that crossed their minds. That was only what it seemed like, he realized as the dragon subtly maneuvered the conversation to where he wanted it to go. Dranor built slowly, making Violet feel more and more comfortable with him. Whatever he did with his eyes probably helped the process along immensely, too.
Eventually, they reached a topic that no man likes to hear about. Comfortable with one another, the fox and the dragon were talking about how good of a lover Charles was, as if they had known one another for years rather than just for a few minutes. Normally, this could have just been embarrassing, but for Charles, it was terrifying. This was where he could learn whether his boss had been just working him over with all that talk about small cocks not satisfying - not that his was small, he made sure to remind himself - or that it was true, and that he couldn't satisfy a woman, any woman, with his cock.
"So, you spend much time with Charles in bed? I saw some things on his physical that seemed to suggest he wouldn't be so good in the sack," Dranor said. It was a lie, and Charles knew it, but for the life of him, he couldn't speak up. It wasn't just the hypnosis either. It was the fear of what might happen, both to him and what Violet might say, that kept his tongue still.
"Oh, he's alright," Violet said with a shrug of her shoulders. "I mean, he's good with his mouth, really good at getting me off that way, and I love cuddling with him and that soft tail of his."
Dranor smiled, leaning in a little more. "And what about when he's making love to you? Does he do a good job at that?"
"Oh, please," Violet said with a sputter and a laugh. "That's probably what you saw on your physical, right? I mean, I was virgin before I got to be with him, but even then it really didn't feel like much in me. Charles just humps away for a while before dumping his load, and then gets off of me and starts licking it out." She shook her head lightly. "I don't think I've ever really cum from having him inside me. His tongue and fingers do pretty good, but his cock just doesn't seem to be up for the job."
Charles felt his heart sinking out of his chest down into his stomach, and then breaking into quite a few little pieces. So...he really wasn't good enough of a lover for her? No, that...that was just the hypnosis the dragon had put on her. She would have told him if he wasn't doing well enough.
Wouldn't she?
He shook his head a few times. "I thought you liked everything I did for you, Violet?" he said, finally finding the courage to speak up and say something for himself.
Both his employer and his girlfriend turned to look at him, as if they had forgotten that he was even in the room. As he expected, Dranor looked incensed, almost enraged at the conversation being interrupted. There was no surprise at that at all.
Startling, though, was the look that he got from Violet. The female fox looked at him, first surprised, and then horrified. "I...I didn't mean that!" she said with a shake of her head. "I didn't mean that, Charles! Please, believe me, I never meant that at all!"
The dragon shook his head as he walked to the door. Charles barely noticed, his attention riveted on his girlfriend, hoping that he could believe her. "You mean...I did give you some orgasms while we made love?" he asked.
She blushed, and slowly shook her head. "Well...no....that part was true...but I did like doing it with you!" she said hurriedly, as if trying to make up for that fact. "And your tongue and your fingers in my sex always did feel good after. You were really good at using them to make me feel good."
Well, that was something. He couldn't do anything to make his cock larger, but maybe he could do something to be even better at the ways he made love to her, make it so that it felt better to her so that she could get off while they made love. He pulled her into a tight embrace, finally feeling better about himself.
A little bit, anyway.
The two foxes stepped closer to each other, holding hands as they stared into one another's eyes. Charles looked deep into Violet's eyes, looking for any hint of a lie from her, anything that would show that she was just trying to spare his feelings again. He wouldn't have been surprised, and he might have been able to forgive something like that, but he had to know whether it was truth or lies that she was telling him now.
No matter how hard he looked, he could see no sign of a lie in those beautiful eyes. She was telling him the truth. She did love what they did together.
As he sighed in relief, Charles suddenly remembered the dragon in the room. He turned to the desk, and when he didn't see Dranor seated there, he turned towards the office door and window. Dranor had just turned the blinds down, shutting out any view of the offices and cubicles outside and keeping them from peering in. Charles's eyes flicked over to the door, and he saw that the lock was turned and engaged. They were stuck in here now, and the fox had a pretty good idea what they were stuck for.
Violet, however, looked completely clueless. She looked from the dragon to him and back again before speaking. "What are you doing? Why...how did you get me to say that stuff I did?" she asked, her voice quiet and a little frightened.
"The same way that I got Charles to do what I wanted him to do last night, and the same way that I'm going to get you to do what I want you to do now." Dranor shook his head a few times before turning to Charles. "You should have just kept quiet. If you'd done that, I might have been inclined to give you both some mercy, maybe make you forget about what you were about to do. There's no chance in hell that I'm going to do that now."
The dragon growled as his eyes looked at the both of them. "On your knees," he commanded, his eyes glinting softly, almost pulsing as he spoke. Violet fell right to her knees without the slightest hesitation, and despite his struggles, Charles followed a moment later. His body was still full of need to obey the dragon, and he couldn't fight against it for more than a few seconds.
Dranor walked around them, his footsteps making slow thuds every time they landed on the carpets. Charles followed him unconsciously, his eyes just locked onto the dragon's movements. He couldn't have looked away if he tried.
As the dragon circled them, he spoke. His words were delivered in a slow, relaxed tone, and the tone seemed to almost seep into the two of them, pushing at their minds, making the words seem that much more reasonable, that much more easy to follow. Charles could tell that they were working on Violet easily, as her head started to bob a little bit in exhaustion. He wasn't so far gone as that, but it was quite hard to hold his head upright by this point, and it was only getting worse the longer that Dranor talked.
"The two of you are getting more and more relaxed...more and more willing to listen to me," Dranor said. Every time he walked in front of the foxes, he flashed them a look of his eyes, the pulsing red making them fall deeper and deeper under his spell, under his control. "You know that you can't resist me...Slave one...Slave two..." He nodded at Charles and Violet respectively as he numbered them. "You can't resist obeying me...can't resist obeying...you must obey...you must obey...Slaves obey their master...Say it with me. Say that Slaves obey their master."
Violet repeated his words immediately, and a few moments later, to his chagrin, so did Charles.
"Slaves take pleasure in obeying their master."
They repeated him again, Charles barely managing to resist for a second before saying it.
"Good slaves obey. Bad slaves are punished."
There was barely an instant of difference between their replies now.
"Slaves will obey...Slaves will obey."
And with that, there was no difference between their responses. They spoke as one, as Slave One and Slave Two, completely open and ready for their master's orders. It was the same trance that Slave One had been in the day before, when he had first visited the dragon's office, when he had first been put under Dranor's control. From here, they could be programmed to do whatever he wanted.
Dranor smiled at the two of them, and leaned down. He started by sitting right beside Violet, whispering words into her ear, words that were too low for Charles to hear but just loud enough for Slave One to realize that Slave Two was being told what to do. If he had still been Charles, he might have been curious, but as Slave One, he didn't know what curiosity was. All that there was for his life was to do what his master told him to do. That was his purpose, nothing more and nothing less.
Master kept talking to Slave Two for a long time, or so it seemed to Slave One, before he stood up and walked around the female. He smiled down at Slave One, and Slave One smiled back. Was his master proud of him for staying still and not being curious or loud or anything? He hoped that he was.
Master kneeled down beside him, his lips barely an inch or two away from his ear. "Slave One...you are to be the obedient slave that you were yesterday, and you are going to do whatever I say. You are going to see your girlfriend enjoy what a real cock can do for her, and you won't be jealous. Instead, you will be turned on...you will be eager to see what she does. In fact, you will encourage her...you will lick at her pussy while she rides up and down on my cock. Then, when she is done, you will happily lick my cum out of her pussy. You'll do all of this, and while you won't be happy all of the time, you won't be jealous, and you won't be angry, and you won't try to leave. Does Slave One understand?" he asked.
Slave One nodded a few times. He understood completely and totally, and even though there was a part of him under the hypnotized persona of Slave One - probably Charles being insubordinate - he would follow his orders. He was a slave, and slaves obeyed. Good slaves obeyed.
"Good," Master said with a smile, and Slave One smiled back again. The dragon stood up and walked backwards a few paces from Slave One and Slave Two. Then he snapped his fingers, and Slave One and Slave Two went away.
Charles and Violet shook their heads a few times before turning to one another in terror, both of them looking absolutely confused and both of them worried about what had just happened. Charles wasn't sure what Violet was thinking now, but he knew what had just happened. He just didn't know what Master had put into his head this time.
His eyes went wide. Damn it, he was thinking of the master that way again. No, he was thinking of the master - no, the master -
This was not good, the fox thought to himself. He couldn't even think of Master as anything other than his master. What had the hypnosis done with him this time? And what else was in his head just waiting to be triggered and made reality?
By the time that the two foxes were done looking at one another and turned back to Master, he had undone his pants and was flashing them with his large, semi-erect cock. Charles still couldn't believe just how big Master's dick was, and couldn't understand how he had taken it up his ass. He stared at it in amazement, the awe over the size no less intense today than it had been the day before.
Violet, on the other hand, stared at the reptilian cock with a great deal of hunger in her eyes. Her fingers dipped down into her pants, past the waistline and right into her panties. Charles was peripherally aware of what she was doing, and blushed as he realized she was so wet that he could hear her fingers plunging into her needy pussy. She slowly started to crawl across the floor, one hand in her pants as she rapidly fingered herself, showing off her arousal as she moved closer and closer to Master. Charles blushed at the sheer wanton need that was coming off of her, but didn't say anything, nor did he move to stop her.
Instead, he just watched as she moved forward until she was on her knees in front of their Master. She reached up with her free hand and took his cock into her grip, stroking it lightly as she rapidly fingered herself. Her sexual juices spilled out of her, soaking her panties and to a lesser degree the crotch of her pants, quite visible from where Charles kneeled.
The Master smiled at them as he started to get hard. When he reached full erection, he stepped back from the hand on his cock, and commanded, "Strip down, both of you. I will not tolerate clothed slaves around me."
They must have set a record speed in stripping as they pulled their clothes off of them. Charles was out of his clothes in barely thirty seconds, while Violet finished barely after him, her clothes lying in a pile beside her just a second after he had pushed his out of the way. Both of them were aroused, highly aroused, as evident by Violet's soaking wet slit and Charles's shaft pointing his way forward. Charles still had enough of his personality left to blush at being exposed like this, but Violet just grinned, looking up at Master with a glance that begged for his approval.
"Very good, Slave One, Slave Two," Master said, his eyes looking between them again and flashing that red glow at them again, reinforcing their loyalty to him and just how fast they would obey his commands. He turned back to Violet, and grinned, patting his cock. "Slave Two, come here and mount me," he said. "I want to feel that new pussy riding up and down my cock."
The female fox just grinned and leaped into Master's arms, her hands getting a good grip on his shoulders as she straddled his waist. Charles watched as his girlfriend - master's slave, his mind prompted him softly - ground her ass up and down against the hard, thick shaft that Master sported. The thick dick throbbed every time she rubbed against it, and pre dropped to the floor, the sheer musk of the dragon's sexual fluids starting to fill the office, mixing with the smell of the two horny foxes and making the room be completely full of sex pheromones.
He watched as she slowly pulled herself up to the tip of Master's cock, her wet pussy rubbing against the head lightly and soaking it, getting it even wetter than it already was as she got ready to take it into her. "Oh, master," she moaned softly. "Master, you have such a big dick...I can't wait to have it in me...please, say you'll make this slave cum?"
"Of course," Master said with a smile. His hands supported her as well as pleasured her, rubbing at her butt cheeks as he held her up. "Now, prepare yourself, Slave Two. Master's going to stick his cock into you...split you open so much that little bitty cock that Slave One has won't do a thing for you ever again."
She grinned at that, and Charles watched in relative horror as the dragon just...dropped...Violet onto his massive cock.
The first half slid in instantly and easily, both from the lubrication of their sex juices and from the sheer arousal that Violet was feeling. However, the second half slid into her slowly, making her moan to the heavens from the feelings she was getting off of it. Her toes curled and her pussy spasmed from the pleasure that rushed through her body, and she arched her back with a pant and a yelp. Master held her up so that she wouldn't fall to the floor, but he didn't push her down, letting gravity do the work for him, which it was doing most admirably.
Finally, Violet's stretched pussy lips pressed against Master's crotch. She collapsed against Master's chest, panting as she recovered from the feeling of having her pussy stretched out so much. In her hypnotized state, she didn't really need to rest, but Master was kind enough to allow her a chance to rest, so that her pussy wouldn't be torn apart by the hard fucking she knew that she was going to get before long.
For his part, Charles wasn't sure what was going on. He watched as his girlfriend was taken by the nine and some inch long cock that the Master sported, knowing that she was going to be opened up and left gaping by that so that he could never really get the same pleasure from her as he had before, and he hadn't made so much as a grunt of protest. He had thought that he would be jealous, that he would be angry, enraged, even, by this sort of thing, but instead, he almost felt...more aroused? How was that possible?
He fell to all fours as he saw her hilt completely around the dragon's member. Even from where he sat, he could see her pussy juices running down the shaft and over the scaly balls. They dripped slowly to the ground, and he felt the urge to crawl over there and start licking the pussy juice right out of the carpet. It was so strong that he almost jerked himself over there, and barely managed to stop himself at the last moment.
Shaking his head, he looked over Violet's shoulder at Master's face. His red eyes looked back down at him, pulsing as he smirked. With a single gesture, Master motioned for him to come over to them. Instinctively, Charles knew just what Master wanted, and how to do it. Crawling across the floor on his knees, he kept his eyes locked on what Master and Violet were doing together. She had already recovered from the way the dragon's cock had opened her up, and was starting to bounce up and down along his shaft, fast and furious, her breasts actually bouncing from the way it affected her.
As he stopped in front of the fucking pair, Charles looked up and watched for a moment. He saw his girlfriend's pussy spread wide along the thick shaft that his boss possessed, and in a corner of hid mind, he realized that there was no way that he could ever have his way with her again and get any pleasure out of it, particularly if Master started taking her more and more often. She would be left gaping after this, and that was if she was lucky and didn't just get split open, torn, by Master's cock.
However, he couldn't watch for long. He could feel Master's eyes looking down at him, even if Charles wasn't looking up to meet that red glance. He wasn't supposed to just stay still, not when Master and his fellow slave were fucking together. No, he had something else he was supposed to do.
He leaned in slowly, pressing his nose against the pungent, musky balls of his master. Sniffing a few times and filling his nose with the musk, he felt his cock rising, pushing out and away from him. Despite the situation of his girlfriend having sex with his boss - something that should have enraged him - he was entranced. His cock wanted to have relief, and there wouldn't be relief unless he was a good slave. Good slaves were rewarded for service, while bad slaves were punished.
When Violet lifted herself up off of Master's cock again, almost pulling off of it, Charles moved in. He dragged his tongue along the dragon's cock, moving his tongue along the underside, licking off pre cum and pussy juice as he went. He pulled away just in time for Violet to come back down again, and then licked along her pussy. She gasped at his works, and he felt more of her juices cover his tongue before he pulled back.
He repeated himself again and again, his tongue licking over the musky, soaking wet shaft before darting over the female's pussy lips. Every time that he pulled back, he felt his cock twitch with need, with urgent heat and arousal. But he kept from touching it, knowing that he needed to pleasure his master and his fellow slave first. He licked harder, faster, collecting more and more of the succulent juices along his tongue. Even Master's pre was getting to taste better to him, and he slurped it down with a vengeance.
The two above him were moaning loud, both at what he was doing, and because of what they were doing with one another. They started speeding up, and while Charles did his best to keep up with them, it proved impossible. His head just couldn't move fast enough to get the licks in before Violet came back down, so he was forced to pull back and consider a different method of pleasuring Master.
Eventually, he figured it out, moving back to the Master's balls. They bounced and pulsed with every thrust, and though he had already licked them, they still stank of sex. Moaning, the fox leaned in close and pressed his nose against the little divide between the massive orbs, sniffing at the fragrant scales again and again, panting at the effects they were having on his libido. He moaned, his hand darting down to his cock as he started stroking himself, unable to wait for relief.
However, he only managed two strokes of his cock before the dragon's tail knocked his hand out of the way. It darted around his head and shoved him against the hanging balls, his lips pressed against them in an obscene kiss. Charles got the message immediately, and opened his mouth, slowly sucking the two large testicles into his mouth, suckling on them as he rubbed them with his tongue.
As he held himself that close to them, he watched Violet bounce up and down. Each time she came down she almost bounced off of his head, and her pussy juice splattered around. Wetter than he could ever remember seeing her, she was just cumming again and again, getting off on the Master's cock more than she had ever done for him, whether during lovemaking, oral, or just plain fingering. He really wasn't worthy of being able to pleasure her, he realized as he slathered the dragon's balls with his tongue. He wasn't a real male, and wasn't worthy of her.
Well, at least he could be a good slave, just like she was. He would make sure that Master never regretted having him as a slave, never regretted having him service him.
Barely a minute or two ago, those thoughts would have been complete anathema to what he was, completely foreign to the very core of what he was. But the sight of having his girlfriend fucking someone else, having more fun than she had ever had with him...It had been enough to break him down, and make him willing to be a slave.
As he slurped along the balls again, pulling them out of his mouth only to pull them back in a second later, he felt them jerk a little bit. They were trying to pull up, the Master close to an orgasm now. Charles moaned around the scaly balls, pulling them back just a little bit, just for a moment to allow his Master to build up his arousal a little more...before finally letting go.
Master's orgasm was explosive. The dragon arched his back and threw back his head as he came, his cock throbbing and actually expanding a little bit in width as he shot his load. Rope after rope of cum splattered into Violet's pussy, filling her to overflowing. As she was pumped full, the excess dribbled out of her and onto his face, the musky white goo soaking into his fur and over his muzzle, surrounding him with the potent, virile musk of his master.
He remained on his knees, and Violet remained on Master's cock for a few minutes before Master spoke up again. "Both of you, step back from me," he said. Violet quickly dismounted from the dragon's cock, wiggling back a few feet from him. Charles did the same, the both of them staring up into the dragon's red eyes. "Very good. You both did very good indeed." He smiled softly at them, all of his teeth showing. "Now, what are you?"
"Slaves," the foxes replied in unison.
"And what do slaves do?"
"They obey."
Master smiled at them, and they smiled back. They couldn't help it. They loved the praise that was inherent in Master's grin. He walked over to them and rubbed their heads lightly. "The two of you are a very good start...a very good start indeed."