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"Leave her out of this," the ninetales objected as he followed Crystal into the room. She kept on walking holding the leash taught as the ninetales dragged along behind her. Neither her nor Edward gave his request any heed as the door shut behind him. "That bastard," he muttered once he was sure that the dragonite couldn't hear him.

Crystal turned around sharply, the light of her tail practically vanishing as she swung a riding crop around nearly backhanding the ninetales on the cheek. "Lave," she addressed him, "Let me remind you that while we are in session, all rules of conduct apply. If Master leaves me in charge of you, I can punish you for remarks like that."

The ninetales huffed at how the person who was his friend a minute ago suddenly became his enemy. He blinked in the darkness and said, "Fine, I'll watch my mouth. Now would you mind getting the lights?"

Crystal swung her tail so that she was lit from the side, half her face visible and half in the darkness. "I thought it was cool having the lighting this way," she joked, "Just relax, I'll find the light switch and you might want to stretch your legs as well as your neck." The charmander walked up to the wall holding her tail off to the side, "It'll probably be a good idea to get your upper back too. I won't kid you, this will hurt."

"Just what exactly are you supposed to do to me?" the ninetales asked leaning forward and stretching out one of his hind legs.

"Well," Crystal said as she switched on the lights, "You see that short post in the ground over there?" she pointed to something that would go to just a little under his knee. "You're going to end up standing on one foot there with your forepaws held up towards that ring dangling above it. Then your free leg is going to be bent over and your neck is going to be fit with a posture collar."

"But I'm not made to stand like that," he objected.

"Probably why he picked it slave. Your neck also wasn't meant for posture collars. It would take some guesswork to find a good fit. That can't be done while you're on all fours," she explained taking out a measuring tape.

"Just how long am I going to be standing there for?" he asked with some anxiety.

"Till Master decides to let you down," she said as she wrapped the measuring tape around his neck. "Look down for me, I'll try to save some time and narrow down the right collar a bit. The charmander measured along the bottom, top and sides with no objections from the ninetales. "Ok," she said rubbing the scruff of his neck. "Take a few more seconds, I'll grab a good selection and then it'll be time to try this out." Turning her back to him, she opened up a drawer and removed several collars letting them pile up. Each of them had a ring cut out along the inside so that it could be fit over the standard shock collar.

He huffed quietly looking at the nasty stack of collars building up asking, "How many of those do I need to try on?"

Crystal turned around with a rope in her hands and explained, "This is your neck we're talking about here. Trust me, you want a good fit. Now hold out your forepaws, it's time to get you standing." She crossed his forepaws together at a slight angle and began to wrap several layers of rope around them holding the ninetales firmly.

He looked at his now bound paws as if his fate had somehow been sealed. Grunting, he watched as they were slowly raised into the air, taking the occasional step closer to the post along the way.

"You don't seem to be putting up much of a struggle," Crystal observed as she started putting on the first collar.

"Look," he said, "Just get this over with and get out of here. I won't have you getting punished for letting me get away."

Crystal moved her hands around the base of the head checking for pressure points, and then did the same for the shoulders. "Try moving your head now slave," she requested.

He grumbled trying to shift around with the restrictive gear in place as Crystal moved her hands around again shacking her head, "This won't do," she said, "You're going to hurt the sides of your head. Tossing it down, she picked up another one and began fitting it before quickly rejecting it saying, "That won't hold." After a half dozen more collars, she finally came across one that the liked asking, "How's it feel? Is it digging in anywhere?"

"It's fine," the ninetales said, "Just get going."

She turned around and grabbed some rope before bending down to secure the ninetales' foot. Lifting one of them up, she flexed it back and forth as a matter of curtsey before tying it to the post using a single loop of rope around the ankle and three just bellow the knee. "Count on the rope to hold you and it's going to hurt. The beauty of this is that you have to strain yourself to stay balanced," she explained as she went after the other leg. Bending the knee, she tied his thigh to ankle.

"Are you done with me yet?" he asked, his bent leg flopped around.

Crystal sighed, "Yeah, just hang tight, you could be standing for a while." She chuckled as the ninetales growled softly.

"Do me a favour and take the first chance you get to leave," he said as she began opening the door. There was a flash of light as the hallway lights easily overwhelming the dimly lit room. She knelt down before the silhouette of the dragonite. "He's ready master," she reported.

Edward blinked feeling around for the dimmer switch. Before doing anything else, he brought the lights up to full giving form to his figure. He chuckled as he stepped into the room closing the door behind him. Looking down at the charmander, he bent down and gave Crystal a pat on the head remarking, "You really like to over do the dramatics don't you?"

Meanwhile, the ninetales kicked his knee around as if he was trying to spin himself. Despite his best efforts all he managed to accomplish was the painful grinding of the rope into his flesh.

The two of them continued their exchange by the door completely ignoring the bound slave's struggle waiting for him to calm down before continuing. The ninetales sighed and was breathing heavily as he quickly realised that it was hopeless.

Eventually the dragonite broke from the conversation announcing, "So let's see what we have to play with here," as he got up. Crystal followed behind him as he circled around the slave taking the long way to the seat in front of the standing quadruped. The ninetales growled as he came into view. Unaltered, the dragonite sat down before the captive and lifted Crystal up onto his lap with him. "Anything you'd like to say before we begin?" he asked, "Perhaps something like an offer to yield maybe?"

"Leave Crystal out of this," the ninetales demanded, "I don't want her getting hurt."

Crystal blushed as Edward replied, "How very considerate of you." Giving the charmander a pat on the head, he asked, "Do you want to go?"

She shook her head replaying, "No master, I wish to stay."

Edward licked his lips, "A compromise then," he proposed removing more rope from the brothel's seemingly endless stock. "Hand behind your back," he ordered. As he bound the charmander's wrists together he explained, "There, now if anything happens, there was nothing you could do about it."

When the final know was tied, she got up and kissed her master on the cheek. Sitting down again, she kicked her legs up asking, "Feet too, master?"

"Why not?" he replied holding her legs together. The soft white rope wrapped around her ankles binding them together. She flopped around helplessly in his lap turning to face the ninetales. "There, now you just give me your word that you won't hurt her and everything will be fine," he said.

The ninetales growled, "Fine, lets just get this over with so I can get back on all fours." He wobbled around grinding his standing leg against the rope. Grunting, the slave held back the urge to yell.

Edward stood up, carrying Crystal on his arm like a little child. Pacing from side to side, he forced the ninetales to shift his eyes back and forth to keep up. The slave huffed as the posture collar reminded him of his helplessness by forcing him to hold his head in place. "You really think you'll be able to walk away from this don't you slave?" he asked as he ran his fingers down the side of the immobile muzzle. Shaking his head, he turned around and placed Crystal down on the seat. After giving her a pat on the head, he remarked, "Sorry, but you're getting in the way. I'm going to have to put you down." He took his sweet time making sure that she had a good view as the ninetales leaned back trying to support more of his weight on his forepaws and relieve his solitary foot. Things were already starting to take their toll and so far they still had a long way to go.

The ninetales grumbled as Edward began to pace again. "We've been at this for a long time now and you've demonstrated an incredible tolerance for pain." The dragonite drew a long whip, a classic instrument for inflicting pain and a bold symbol of suffering. Snapping the whip at the floor, he continued, "And yet you still refuse to give in." Following that he landed a glancing blow down the ninetales' side attacking the muscles holding the slave up.

The ninetales shouted like a battle cry coming from a hurt warrior as he felt the sting slicing through him. "Frustrated yet?" he taunted resulting in another blow, this time across the back.

"No, I'm not frustrated," Crystal mocked, "But if you meant to ask Master, you will have to address him correctly."

Edward laughed, "Of course she isn't frustrated. She isn't even trying anything." His voice returned to normal before continuing, "And maybe you should just give up as well. Just look at how far you've come already. For a while it seemed like you actually looked forward to being paraded around on a leash. Then you just went along with it while you got tied up and put in your current position." He watched the ninetales try to shake his head with his shoulders shifting from side to side. Scratching the ninetales under the chin, he added, "You look so cute when you do that." Giving the slave a little nudge, he forced a repetition of the motion. "You also don't seem to mind being used as a puppet."

The ninetales rocked his shoulders and snapped his teeth at the comment. "I'm not your toy!" he yelled in a burst of anger.

"Tisk, tisk," Edward said, "I'll let you take a few minutes to calm down." After a pat on the head, the dragonite started heading for the door only to turn around at the last minute. He walked behind the ninetales and rubbed the up reaching forepaws. His hands drifted downwards and closed the ninetales' eyes. Then he clamped his hands down around the ninetales' muzzle and announced, "I've got to go so you just keep those eyes shut and hold your breath for a sec."

The ninetales did just that with little chance to object as the warm stream arced in the air splashing down on the top of his head. It trickled down in all directions dampening his face, dripping down along his muzzle and drenching his back. After a few seconds, he needed to breathe again and the smell of it hit him like a sack of bricks. The stream began to drop back and before long it was all going down his back and soaking into the many tails bellow.

Edward looked at Crystal feeling relieved. "Do you want me to get you anything while I'm gone?" he asked.

Crystal shrugged, "Just be sure to wash your hands while you're out Master." There was a brief smile as she watched Edward head for the door once more. The ninetales wheezed and wobbled once again flailing his bent leg around while he wanted for the sound of the door closing.

He weakly leaned forward holding his weight on his bound forepaws. His eyes closed and he whimpered, "Help," with his head ironically held high by the collar like he was actually proud of what was happening to him.

"I don't think I'm in a position to do much," Crystal replied.

"No, I mean like advice," He explained.

"The advice you want to hear, the advice you really need to hear or other stuff?" she asked.

Sighing, the ninetales inquired, "What is it that you think I need to hear?"

"Give up," the charmander replied. There was a long silence before she went further. "I'm guessing you've played with the collar already. As long as it's on you, you can't get away and it's not something you can just rip off at the door." There was another long pause, "Face it, there's nothing you really can do to get away." She waited for a response, hearing none; she went on to ask, "So you want to hear about the little things?"

The ninetales was stunned. Still unable to accept the truth of the situation, he roared and flailed his bent leg like crazy. He stopped abruptly trying to keep from embarrassing himself. Closing his eyes, he tried to tame the rage inside. His body stilled and his breath deepened, a technique he had practised many times. After getting over the foul stench the rage subsided as it was displaced by anger. Though he regained his composure, his mind still rippled from the impact of the information. There was still spirit in his struggle despite hearing that.

"Ok, little things," he said putting on a deceptively clam front, "What about the little things?"

Crystal nodded slightly while in her laying down position trying to gesture. "For one thing, your knee," she said, "Don't twist around or try to swing side to side, you will seriously injure yourself." The ninetales twitched and she went on, "If it weren't for being tied up, your hip would provide most of the movement but I wouldn't count on it. I know it's hard not to look around, but just pick a point in front of you and stare at it. That will minimise the strain on your knee and your neck as well."

"Okay," the ninetales acknowledged, "Got anything more to mention?"

"Just one more for now, you're not being held by much rope, that means it will end up cutting off circulation and probably cutting skin too. Just go along with things and get out before it gets too bad," she said.

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The foul stench of urine flooded the room for several minutes before Edward returned with a bucket of water and a sponge. "I expect you'll co-operate with me for at least this part," he said sounding disappointed.

"What the hell do you want from me?" the ninetales asked unable to see behind him.

Edward smiled and took a few steps forward till he was directly behind the slave and dropped the items, leaving them out of sight. "If that's the attitude you're going to have then we can just wait. Tell me, what I want from you," he ordered.

The ninetales growled as Edward began to pace back and forth behind him. He did not reply. He didn't want to reply.

"Come on," Edward said, "I do have all day but I doubt your leg does. Might not hurt that much now, but trust me, it gets worse."

"Look at all the pain you've caused me. Have you no empathy?" the ninetales shouted.

"Answer the question," Edward insisted.

"And you answer mine," the slave demanded.

"Calm down slave," Crystal said, "You're going to get yourself hurt like that. Actually, I'm surprised you haven't been struck for it yet. Just say, 'You want my complete and total obedience, master' and get it over with."

"Obedience," the slave said hoping it would do. Edward began stepping on the slave's tails to coax him into saying the full line. Closing his eyes, the slave repeated, "You want my complete and total obedience." There was a brief pause and a shift of weight drew out the word, "Master."

"And are you willing to offer me your obedience?" Edward asked.

He was tempted to outright refuse but rethought his position on the matter remaining silent till the mighty dragonite began grinding the tail into the ground. "Please, don't make me answer that," he begged adding the word, "Master," when the grinding continued.

Edward kept the tail under food as he observed, "So it's not a simple no anymore. Are you beginning to give up this pointless struggle?"

"I'm just afraid that you'll hurt me more if I answered that," he said reluctantly adding, "Master after a brief pause.

"Ever consider that I might do something to you for not answering?" Edward asked.

"Yes master," the slave replied, this time without hesitating on the last part.

"At least you're honest to me," he said rolling his foot over the tail as he stepped off, "Though you should note that the more you co-operate, the less you get hurt. I'll give you a choice this time, do you want me to or not?"

"To what master?" he asked.

"You don't get to know till it happens," Edward replied.

"So how am I supposed to choose master?" the slave asked.

Edward shrugged, "Make your decisions any way you want. I don't care how you make your own decisions just as long as you respect mine."

"Can I please have a hint as to what it is master?" the slave asked getting into the habit of calling Edward, 'Master.'

"Nope, no new information. Just decide now," he said putting his hands on his hips, "What'll it be slave, yes or no?"

"Hang on a sec," He said getting himself hit in the back of the head, "What was that for?" he immediately asked.

"I told you to do something, make the decision and you didn't," he explained walking out from behind the ninetales. Rummaging through the equipment, the dragonite told him, "If you have anything important to say, you'd better say it now." Showing off a muzzle he went on to explain, "Because this is for questioning my actions."

"I've got nothing to say to you, Master," he said with the last bit coming automatically as his aching leg urged him to hurry up with it.

Setting the muzzle down, he slid Crystal into a sitting position asking her, "How about you make the decision for him?"

Without thinking about it she replied, "Yes master, please do it master."

Edward picked up the muzzle and went back behind the ninetales. Dipping the sponge into the soap water, he began to wash off the urine soaked muzzle and the back of the head where the straps would go. "This really isn't a bad thing now, is it?" he said with one hand wrapped firmly around the slave's mouth and the other sliding the muzzle in place.

The ninetales breathed deeply in relief as the device slipped into place. He was glad to be getting cleaned off starting with his head taking away much of the smell. His relaxation was short lived though as Edward, intent on tormenting him told him, "Don't worry, I'll take it off when I start penetrating you so that you can beg for more." Soap water running down the back felt good but the thought of being fucked by the beast had him quite concerned. His eyes narrowed in on Crystal hoping she'd say that wasn't possible. When Edward got over to lathering up the slave's chest, he noticed this gaze and asked Crystal, "He seems to want you to say something. Maybe you'd like to reassure him that this is going to work."

"Yes master," she acknowledged, "I'll begin by saying that I speak from experience mainly. Plenty of personal, hands on experience with males who I've been able to have fun with in that area." The ninetales was beginning to look even more worried than before. "Generally, what I've found is that most pokemon can take a cock roughly the size of their own the first time provided there's good lube after a little bit of fingering to help them relax and calm down. Also, what I find is that with enough time, anal fisting doesn't really require anyone special." She took a quick glance at his slender forepaws before concluding, "Of course for your species three cock widths might be a more meaningful measure. So it's not entirely unreasonable."

The ninetales crossed his eyes at the possibility that Edward might not be kidding about fucking him. Having been coaxed into servicing that shaft on numerous occasions, he knew just how massive the beast really was. It definitely would make for a very tight fit. For the past while though he had been cornered into using some pretty uncomfortable dildos and seldom spent a night without a hefty butt plug firmly held in by a plug harness. Things definitely looked like he was going to get nailed as Edward brushed some more soap water over the tormented hole after the cleaning was complete. He blinked at Crystal like he was hoping she could somehow stop this as he felt something start to push in.

"And one more thing," Crystal added, "You're going to need to be relaxed for this to work. If you don't feel it'll work, then it won't work and you'll just wind up getting yourself hurt."

Edward was getting him ready with a little squeeze bottle of lube, squirting in as much as a single squeeze would give. It pulled out and pressed back in again sending more lube up as he shivered. That really wasn't a good angle for applying it so the results of the second round were less than spectacular as the air bubble made it's way up.

Edward dripped a coating of lube onto his finger and got up whispering to the slave, "Just relax and enjoy this next part." He eased the finger in slowly giving him ample time to adjust to the breach. His other hand reached around to toy with the slave's cock, which had grown erect involuntarily. Spreading out the sack and surrounding fur, he rubbed his fingers around the base of the member. "It's ok to like that," he whispered feeling the cock twitch as he pumped the finger in and out giving it a few twists to help spread the lube around, "Even if you don't like what it's leading up to or the way you're tied at the moment. It's ok to like it."

The ninetales tried to glance back at the voice with no success. His teeth chattered and breath grew shallow, becoming a rapid panting as he felt the finger dive right in and flex around. It had him a little jumpy but it took his mind off his legs for the moment. Edward slid his finger out to put more lube on it and slid it back in causing his cock to tense as more lube was smeared on his insides. Again, the finger probed deep as Edward held it in, tickling around. The dragonite's other hand rubbed the sides of his cock, working towards the tip before jumping back to the bottom and cycling up again slowly milking out the first drop of pre-cum. Inside him, the finger that pumped in and out arced so that it would brush the prostate nicely with every stroke. More pre-cum flowed through the ninetales' cock. The slave whimpered and tensed, hugging the finger tightly so that he'd draw more sensation from its pleasing touch. Instinct was hard to fight as he imagined what it would be like to have his master in him. Looking to Crystal for guidance, all he got was a nod and a smile as if to approve of his body's reaction.

The feeling of being fingered didn't discomfort anymore now that he had been stretched out. "You know you like it," Edward whispered in his ear, as the pace grew more vigorous.

The ninetales made a slight groan before Crystal said, "Go for it slave," adding that last word as if she had been addressing him as such for a long time, "You'll feel better afterwards."

"She's right you know," Edward whispered, "You'll feel better if you quit deny yourself the pleasures you're given."

The ninetales blinked, as everything seemed to have turned against him. Edward now had his shaft in a tight grip rubbing the head with his thumb. The sensation caused him to tense and twitch around. "Just let loose and hit me with your best shot slave," Crystal encouraged, "Let's see what kinda distance you can get." The slave groaned, still not ready to give just yet.

With his original goal in mind, Edward withdrew his finger and brought out the first stretching dildo, lubricating it up like a pit stop at a car race having the procedure down to an art. Ramming the dildo home, he caused the slave to quiver. Though its touch wasn't as precise as the finger, it yielded a much more powerful and deeper reaching sensation. "This is where I'll make it undeniable that you like this," Edward said, "Keep your eye on Crystal, because she's about to get creamy." The hand once on the ninetales' cock resituated itself, gripping his thigh firmly as the dildo quickly built up a good rhythm.

The ninetales bucked as a drop of pre-cum hit the floor. His muffled moans and groans made it hard to deny that on some level, this felt good. Another drop of pre-cum hit the floor as he tensed once more to hug the intruder. The veins of the dildo massaged the warm muscle ring to the point where he could feel the first jolt of cum push it's way to the back of his cock readying itself for release. It pooled there while a few seconds ticked by and then in a massive jolt, the pump started spraying and sure enough Crystal was lucky enough to catch a few rounds.

There was silence. Darkness enveloped the slave as he closed his eyes. Breathing deeply, he relaxed. His heart pounded in his chest as if to say thanks. The surrounding air was still as the endorphin rush acted like a warm blanket, cutting him off from the rest of the room. It was bliss. It was a good reward for what he went through. It was the beginning of the end... Perhaps...

"I'll give you a few minutes," Edward said, "I want you to enjoy things, I want to hear you begging for it. As he headed for the door, he added, "That was really nice, I'll reward you with a ribbed one and I'll that muzzle off so that you can tell me how good it feels and beg for it."

Once again, he was alone with Crystal in the room. This time there was only her voice to focus on; he still couldn't speak so they weren't going to really have any conversation. For an entirely different reason, he couldn't focus either.

"See, that felt good, didn't it?" she said, "Just relax and let your mind wander, forget about your pains and think about that ribbed dildo. If you thought that last one was nice, wait till you try the ribbed one. It's a real fuckee's dildo designed to massage your insides. You'll really like it."

The ninetales groaned, his leg hurting more than before. He tried flopping his bent leg around and flapping his tails to interrupt Crystal's monologue but she just kept going.

"There's still a bit of stretching to do till you get up to being fucked by Master but don't worry, you can take it. Just keep relaxed and let him get you stretched up nice and easy," she said, "I'll bet you probably haven't had a real cock in you yet. It'll be fun too, being able to feel someone squirming around inside you, hearing them squeal in delight. Or actually, Master's more of a murmurer when I'm at it. You might be able to get him to squeal though. Oh and you'll like it too, it isn't just about giving. It'll be lots of fun. Having real cock is an entirely different pleasure just as dildos are to fingering."

The ninetales whimpered his legs burning and his frustrations growing. Edward stepped in hearing his dull muffled venting. The slave went silent when the dragonite pet him on the head. Sliding down, the hands settle on his waist getting a good grip like he was going to be taken right there and then. His owner's cock rubbed between the bases of his tales and pressed against his back. "You want it don't you?" Edward whispered in his ear. The ninetales only groaned in response. "Don't worry, we'll get you ready for it before you know it," his master informed him, rubbing his cock up against him.

The big dragonite bent down and stuck a pair of fingers in the squirming ninetales. "Did that hurt?" he asked. The ninetales groaned deeply in response. "Don't worry, you just need some more lube. It's starting to dry. Things will feel a lot better when you're taking something round too." He put more lube on his fingers. The ninetales stiffened as they drove their way up again. "It feels different, doesn't it?" he asked as the ninetales once again tried looking back. "Tell me what you think of this later," he said giving his fingers a twist as the ninetales held his breath and rolled his eyes. "Some people like the feeling, others just hate it though," he said getting the next dildo, "Just one more size till you get your treat." The one he picked up was a fair step up from the previous but with the stretching, it should have been well within his tolerance. It was a nice piece, well formed and real to the touch. An internal heater warmed it to the body temperature of the species it was trying to imitate. It was a fine work of art.

The ninetales struggled around, groaning, whining and whimpering. He wanted out. At this point, he was just about ready to trade trying to take master's cock just to get untied. He was that desperate. The tightly clamped muzzle kept him from pleading for mercy like he so desperately wanted to. Edward had to brace the squirming submissive against his shoulder to hold him still enough to begin working the dildo in. With his shoulders against the slave's hip and arm wrapped around pushing all the tails up, he rocked the tip of the dildo around waiting for his subject to calm down a little before taking on the bulk of the shaft. The ninetales stretched out his hind legs and tugged on his forepaws, lifting him as far away as he could go. There was no real struggling left to do no more room to wiggle. All that was left was to brace for it as the dildo barged its way in without mercy. It made a swift push with the ninetales grunting till he felt the dildo's sculpted balls strike his bottom.

There was a brief breather before the dildo began prodding around. Edward kept it going in and out, but it only retracted a little bit before going back in. The ninetales mumbled a little something with every push as Crystal tried to coach him, "You've got to stay relaxed. You're far too tense right now... Remember, this doesn't have to hurt. It can feel good and it will if you quit trying to fight it."

He grunted loudly twice in response. It wasn't helping and there was little he could do to help. Not sure how to handle it, he just kept tense and hoped he'd give up. All he could do was just hang on while the dildo made its relentless assault.

"You'll get used to it in a few minutes," Edward assured him, "If not, I'll slip you a little muscle relaxant and maybe provide you with a few things to get you into the right mood my toy." He stopped pumping the dildo to cup the ninetales' sack and massage his balls while his thumb and forefinger rubbed at the base of the protruding member. The struggle dropped dramatically as the pain dulled with the stoppage. "You're already hard, maybe it isn't such a bad idea, how'd you like to be enjoying yourself right now?" he asked, "I could give you something that'll help with that."

The ninetales rocked his hips hoping to get the point across that he didn't want to get this. It worked too, Edward got back to driving the dildo, and this time making longer strokes. The ninetales grit his teeth and pressed against Edward's shoulder. "Love it or hate it, it's happening anyway," the dragonite said, "I just thought you might prefer to enjoy it rather than building up a hatred for it because it will be happening again."

"Think for a second slave. Would you rather be happy or day?" Crystal asked. For some reason, she was making a point out of calling him slave every time she talked to him. The ninetales made a low groan that slowly got louder till it suddenly snapped into what seemed almost like a roar. "Stay relaxed slave," she reminded him, "Think about your reward, a nice thick ribbed dildo. Those things are fun, slave. If you really want to stall the process, why not just ease off this one and stall with the treat dildo where you'll at least be able to express yourself slave. He did say he'd take the muzzle off. Aren't you the least bit curious as to what he think will feel so good that you'll be begging for more slave?"

She was starting to get irritating, which the ninetales tried to make known by squealing at a high pitch. If anything, he hoped to at least be a little irritating in return. His tired, long, enduring struggle persisted weakly. He rocked back and forth with the dildo, moving with its actions. Though his muscles hurt, he was still clamping down on it. There wasn't much left but what little he had kept going.

"You're a stubborn one," Edward remarked, "I guess the muscle relaxant would be a good measure after all." To the relief of the ninetales, he removed the dildo before proceeding. The strained muscle slowly collapsed in to fill the void left by the tormentor. "Now is a good time for a break since you somehow managed to stay tense till the lube started drying out." The ninetales breathed somewhat more relaxed but seriously exhausted. "I really don't want to start giving you drugs here," Edward said as he opened a cabinet full of small vials. Reading over the labels, he picked one up and held it to the light, "So I'll give you a few minutes to calm down and relax. Then we'll try this again. Maybe with something smaller and depending on your attitude, maybe get you into a more comfortable position." Walking in front of the ninetales, he set a vial right in the middle of the slave's field of view. It was an example of things that could be.

The ninetales looked on at the little vial that would supposedly take away his ability to put up any more resistance. It would have been a quick end to this struggle, but would it have been as effective of a message? What was Edward's reason for not using it? Was it to prove a point? Was it a moral decision? Were there side effects? Or was it simply a bluff? To much relief, Edward loosened the slave's muzzle. It wasn't enough to take it off, but it did allow for slight movement and some panting. The small gesture allowed enough airflow for the canine to more properly regulate his body temperature.

Trying to get him to relax didn't stop there though. The dragonite grasped the slave's extended forelimbs and gently massaged them drifting up and down the length twice before moving on to the shoulders. It felt really good and loosened up the muscles greatly. His hands continued to drop down until he rubbed the ninetales' buttocks and there was nothing to be done about sore muscle over there. He went down the legs one by one starting with the one that was bent. What it really needed was movement, movement that couldn't be achieved in its present state. The ninetales moaned deeply as the hands rubbed down his other leg. Tired and desperate for any sort of relief, the massage received a warm welcome from his sore worn out muscles.

Edward whispered into the ninetales' ear telling him, "I'm going to take off the muzzle and I want you to be very careful about what you say. In fact try not to say anything at all." The slave tilted his eyes up to look at his master waiting patiently as the straps behind his head came loose and allowed for the muzzle to come off.

At first he was respectful of his new found freedom and stretched out his jaw muscles with a big silent yawn. They were stiff from the prolonged lack of movement. It felt so good to let the jaw fully open after all that time and the deep breath helped soothe the mind.

Having not been met by immediate protests, Edward ran one of his large dragonite hands up the posture collar and under the ninetales' chin. At first, he held it in his palm and then twisted his hand around letting his fingertips flow off the elongated canine jaw. His hand gripped the lower jaw again and gently tugged it open with no resistance. The slave groaned in confusion as a finger slipped into his mouth and stroked his tongue and the sides of his cheeks. Another pat on the bottom of his chin closed the mouth around the finger leaving the slave to suck on it a moment before it gradually retreated. A thin film of saliva had dried around the skin, weakly adhering the lips around the finger. It slid back in to place slowly. Inspection completed, the dragonite knelt down and whispered to the slave from behind, "You seem like you could use a drink. I'm going to get you some water." Having received a bit of a blink in response, he got back up and asked Crystal, "Need anything?"

She looked over at the ninetales now intently staring at her hoping to somehow convince her to leave, the evil eye eventually getting through, she replied, "Yeah, I think I should probably get going now and wash up before grabbing a bite to eat."

"Fair enough," Edward said as he circled over. He picked up the little charmander and sat down, draping her across his knee to untie her wrists. For a brief while, she wiggled her butt at the ninetales, who was unable to look away, working a bit of slack into the ankle rope. A little while later, he started on the ankle rope and before long, she was free again.

Crystal hopped down from her master's knee and grinned seductively at the slave before taking hold of Edward's hand on the walk out. She stopped in front of the ninetales and gave a little tug to get the dragonite's attention before petting the stiff ninetales' cock on the head and giving it a little kiss on the side. "I'll see you later," she muttered, causing Edward to chuckle as they continued on their way.