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Elaine trudged along the dusty cobblestone road. Dirt clung to the slimy cum that drenched her reptilian feet. Her legs wobbled and ached. Her crotch hurt even worse. Still, she placed one foot in front of the other.

Dust mixed with splatters of cum kicked up behind her. She stumbled and fell every few dozen feet. Her knees and elbows screamed at the impact, but she pulled herself stubbornly back upright each time.

The grand iron gates of Nefelihold sometimes peeked through the trees in the burgeoning light of dawn. Home was so close.

Thalia was somewhere out there.

As much as Elaine hated the thought of Thalia seeing her in this state, the princess was the only hope she had of shedding the curses placed on her by Ranulf.

Somehow, she had to travel through a city disdainful of kobolds to the castle on the sheer hill at its heart. There, she would somehow have to convince others to fetch Thalia.

Despite everything, a hard, hateful smile tugged at Elaine's cheeks.

This humiliation was intended to topple every careful stone the kobold had laid to build her reputation in Nefelihold. The horrible wolf wanted to see her brought low in front of her people. She would not allow him that satisfaction. He failed to break her in his tower. Now, his attempt to break her in front of her people would fail as well.

Elaine would force her way to the castle. She would find Thalia and, even if Thalia found her disgusting and never wanted to speak to her again, Elaine would still demand that the court wizards remove the enchantments on her.

Once all of that was done, whether or not her reputation lay in tatters, she would find a way to keep her word and protect her princess. Maybe she'd learn from cut-throats in the kobold criminal underworld. Maybe she would simply wander from town to town, looking for cruel men to cut down.

Having purpose helped her move forward, no matter how grand and unachievable her goals may be.

For all her resolve, Elaine's gut said that this mission was nearly impossible. The city guard would refuse her entry after a single look. People on the streets would mock her, kick her like they kicked less fortunate kobolds who worked honest jobs.

With her arms magically stuck behind her back, tail to her neck, and pussy lips splayed open, she was practically inviting lecherous onlookers to grope her… or worse.

Could she fight if she was collared by a slave trader and branded? If her tongue was cut out and her claws and sharp teeth removed?

Elaine grit her teeth with determination. She had to hope that her name still carried enough weight to protect her.

After an eternity of struggling to walk, the sounds of a cart's wheels and clopping horse hooves approached from behind. She froze. Did she hide or continue forward?

No, of course she should hide. What good could come from someone seeing her like this? This patch of road was still an hour from Nefelihold. It was secluded and hidden. Anything could happen. No one would see.

Rage burned inside Elaine. No. She was a knight of Nefelihold. Ranulf tried to force her to hide inside herself, to lie about who she was. She was proud, strong, and fierce. She would walk. If a passerby stopped, she would demand passage with the promise of a reward.

Still, heat rose to her cheeks. Her thick tail was uncomfortably flagged up to her neck, exposing her plush, pink pussy to anyone who cared to look. Worse, she still drooled musky wolf cum. Long ropes of it oozed from her holes and splattered onto the cobbled road. Between the wet footprints she left in her wake was a slimy line of pearly spunk that had fallen right from her pussy.

The clopping hooves grew louder. Elaine focused on the road in front of her, not the pounding of her heart. She could do this.

“Moon's mercy!" said a hearty, gregarious voice. Horses whinnied with the crack of the reigns. Hoof-beats slowed to a trot next to Elaine. “What in the all the realms is that?"

Elaine finally ventured a look. The closed wooden wagon was driven by a fat human merchant in gaudy purples and reds. A lanky young man sat next to him in a more mundane brown tunic and breaches. She recognized the faded, flowery mural painted over the wagon's aged wood. She had seen it parked in the Nefelihold market square and had once admired the exotic, foreign dresses hung on display.

The little blue kobold stiffened her shoulders. She turned to face the cart as she walked alongside it. She blinked her red eyes and held herself with a proud, puffed-up chest. Her exposed breasts with pink nipples stiffened by the cool morning air somewhat dampened the effect.

“Good merchants," Elaine rasped. She winced, gulping down the thick cum that slightly garbled her words. The salty gunk scratched her sore throat going down. “I am Knight-Banneret Elaine of Nefelihold. I was captured by the wicked wolf sorcerer of the Eastern Boughs and… tortured. If you assist me in returning to the castle, I will ensure that you are rewarded handsomely."

Elaine's face burned. Thank the Gods that her scales made her blush less prominent than the one on the younger merchant's cheeks. He stared at her exposed body.

Other knights had seen her tits and scaly slit while she changed. Some made inappropriate, lewd comments. Elaine always powered through in order to fit in. This humiliation was worlds apart.

This wasn't like being inspected in front of Ranulf, her enemy looking her over like a prime cut of steak. No, right now she was a whore placed in the stocks, with men wondering what time of night would be best to sneak up and try her holes.

Elaine hated being exposed. She hated these two men staring at her with undisguised sexual interest as they mulled over her words. Her arms tugged at the magical force that glued them at the wrists. What wouldn't she give to hide her nipples and lewdly splayed vagina from their lecherous gazes?

“Fuck," the merchant finally said with a chortling laugh. “Ain't every day you hear something like that. What'cha think lad? You know lots more 'bout that lizard than I ever will. She telling the truth? Or is this the weirdest fuckin' con I ever seen? The thing's clearly trussed up by magic, and she looks like she lost a fight with a damn cum gelatinous cube."

The cart stopped. Elaine stopped with it. She stared at them expectantly, her body on full display. Any attempt to hide or cover herself might appear weak.

“It's her, Pa! She's got the broken horn from her amazing fight with an evil snake monster! By golly, I told you all about her—oh my gosh. Sir Elaine, I watched when you first won the Nefelihold Melee! No one saw it coming, 'cause you're just a lizard, but I told Aleksander and Gail that you'd win. I watched the sparring pits on Sunday and always saw you there. You beat Sir Benton, and he's so good! I knew you'd win it. I knew it!"

Warmth blossomed in Elaine's chest. Everything was going to be okay. This young man was a fan of hers! Surely, they'd help. Standing strong had been the right choice.

The merchant slapped his son on the back. “Ha! Look at this fortune. Pity it ain't under better circumstances. Now then, miss—"

“Elaine," Elaine finished for him. Confidence surged through her. Everything would be alright.

“Elaine," the merchant finished. “You can call me Jesper. My boy is Pacey. Quite something to meet his favorite knight. But look. Much as he's a fan, I ain't survivin' in this city if I don't keep my good business sense, eh? Don't do charity work, and don't do business with kobolds what look like they just got jizzed on by a gang of horsefolk. Not without upfront payment, that is."

Elaine's throat stuck. She swallowed down an awful, slimy gulp of cum. She held firm and strong, looking Jesper in the eyes despite her how exposed and vulnerable she felt. The human made no attempt at eye contact. His eyes trailed lower over her body, over her chest, her bare hips.

“I'm a personal friend of Princess Thalia. My word is good. You will be richly rewarded when she receives me at the castle."

“It's true!" Pacey chimed in. “She's always at the princess's side! I once heard she used to be a human man who got turned into a kobold lady by an evil wizard who courted the princess 'cause he was jealous and thought she loved the princess! But that's baloney. They just think that 'cause people don't believe a lizard like her can fight good. But I've watched her fight before, and she don't fight like a human. She fights like a lizard who's really good at fighting!"

Jesper snorted and smiled at his son. “Not the question, boy. It's just bad business takin' a big ask like this on trust. Maybe if she was all decked up in armor, I'd be keener to agree. But who knows if she's even got a knighthood anymore when she walks home lookin' like that?"

“I have no money on me," Elaine said indignantly. “No weapons. The sorcerer took my clothes. What do you want?"

Elaine knew what he wanted. Her stomach turned in disgust. She spat a glob of mostly cum to the ground.

“Look, girl," the merchant said. “Clearly, that sorcerer took what shame you had left. I just think it'd be a real treat for my boy to indulge in his hero worship a bit. He's come of age this past year, and it's high time to make the best of that! You put on a smile for'm, he'll have the best few minutes of his life, and then we can be on our way to the castle."

“No," Elaine snarled. “I am a knight! I will not whore myself to you."

“Pa!" Pacey said, mortified. “Don't make Sir Elaine angry at me!"

“Well, do you wanna fuck her, son? Think about it! Your cock inside the great Sapphire General you always talk about? You ain't gonna get another chance."

The young man harrumphed. He turned his beet-red face away and crossed his arms.

“No!" Elaine said forcefully.

“Miss Elaine, I think you're taking this the wrong way. My son's a big fan. He'd love some time with you. No disrespect. No hard feelings. Hell, I'll indulge too. Why not?"

Elaine was aghast. Her confidence and pride turned to fresh horror, both at the man trying to barter her safety for sex and the son whose admiration for her clearly didn't extend far enough to shut this obscene request down.

She bared her teeth. The ferocity of her reptilian expression was unfortunately diminished with the cum that leaked from the corners of her mouth and dripped from her teeth.

“Miss Elaine," Jesper said, “you gotta be thinking to yourself, what's gonna happen if I turn down these kindly merchants? I'll tell you right now, I raised my boy to a right young man. Neither of us is gonna take advantage of you if you don't say yes, no matter that you're a damn easy target."

The son, still pouting, nodded his head. “Thanks, Pa."

Jesper continued, “But in Nefelihold proper? No disrespect ma'am knight, but you're a disgusting fuckin' mess at this moment. Some horny, desperate street urchin's gonna grab you, fuck you, and maybe not stab you if you're lucky."

“My teeth are sharp," Elaine hissed. “I will bite off their cocks and rip out their throats."

“And maybe you will!" Jesper said. “But I ask you, how well do you think you'll be fightin' off one what jumps you from behind? And forgive me, ma'am, but I seen the wet spots on the road where it looks like you fell right over. Those legs don't seem in too good shape for fightin' or runnin'."

“I'll survive," Elaine said. Her heart hammered.

But she knew she was in no shape to fight. Any unscrupulous person on the street that could get a gag on her would have an easy time dragging her into an alley and raping her. Worse, how many in the city would love to see the controversial kobold knight's life snuffed out?

“Ma'am, I'm sorry for what must've happened to you. Really am. But you're askin' for trouble walkin' through the city like that. Instead, we could give you our protection, and ain't no one else touchin' you 'till you step foot before the guards. The two of us? Boy fuckin' loves you. We'll be gentle."

Elaine threw up again.

Or she tried to. Once more, she only dry heaved and shook and hacked, and nothing came out. She knew what her answer was.

“Fuck you," Elaine hissed. “You would see a man about to have his throat slit and demand the clothes off his back before saving him."

Jesper smirked. Pacey at least had the decency to look ashamed.

“Miss Elaine, that's just what a merchant needs to do to survive. We give everything for free, then we're out of business. But hell, sounds like you made up your mind."

Elaine hesitated. She looked down the forested road that led to the Nefelihold gates. Would the guards even let her in? There were so many unknowns. So many things that could go wrong. So many more chances for her to be raped and humiliated just as Ranulf hoped she would.

Was he watching her right now through some magical scrying? Elaine felt sure that he was. He'd told her so explicitly before sending her back. Maybe it was a lie, but more likely he was going to watch her debasement at the hands of these merchants.

Was this taking the easy way out? Was she being weak again?

Elaine's snarl faded. She stared along the cobbled path. She so desperately wanted to cover her tits and lewdly splayed vagina from these two.

“I accept your protection," she said quietly.

“Good! Good," Jesper said, clapping his hands. “Now then, I don't see no inn letting in a mess like you. We'll just do it here, under the eyes of The Sun. Go on, Pacey, get down there and take a good look at this hero of yours."

The lanky young man excitedly hopped down the opposite side of the cart. He ducked under the reins and approached Elaine, slowing as he grew closer. His eyes were wide.

Elaine stood stiffly. Her heart raced. How the hell had she agreed to this? Allow herself to be raped again so that she didn't suffer worse in the city?

There was a ruthless logic to Jesper's words. And this couldn't be so terrible, right? Neither hated her like Ranulf had. They didn't want her to suffer. Hell, the boy idolized her.

Instead, they'd just use her, getting off to the idea of who she was. That thought still disgusted Elaine. She hated them for taking advantage of her vulnerability like this. She hated that she took their devil's bargain.

Smooth human hands gripped her breasts. They rolled around the soft scales, slippery with cum. They squeezed gently, and then rubbed her nipples.

“Oh golly, Sir Elaine. You have such nice breasts. Once, Pa took me to a whorehouse, but none of the kobolds there had breasts like these! They had really small ones or way too big ones. None that looked like yours. I picked a lizard with blue scales, just like you!"

Was Elaine supposed to feel honored? She clenched her fists behind her back. Heat burned her cheeks. She turns away and tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of hands moving over her body. The sensation was made even worse by the accompanying sliminess of cum.

One of the boy's hands slid tentatively down from her tits to her belly. She glared at him. He blushed fiercely, biting his lip. The hand hovered at her bare waistline.

“Sir Elaine, I'm gonna touch your vagina, okay?"

What could Elaine say? No? Not when they were her only safe ticket to the castle. Fuck them.

She nodded, full of revulsion and self-disgust.

Pacey's fingers trailed down her crotch and over her scaled labia, still splayed by Ranulf's magic. They dipped in along her bruised pink flesh, carelessly squeezing and tugging her inner folds and mashing his fingers against her clit.

Aching pain sharply spiked as the young man roughly fondled Elaine's vagina. She winced and bit her lip. That pain blossomed with a burst of horrible, violating discomfort as Pacey played with her clit. Her tail tried to curl down despite being stuck to her neck.

“The sorcerer beat me and raped me," Elaine finally spat, her eyes watering. “My vagina is bruised. Your roughness continues his torture."

Pacey at least had the decency to look ashamed. “Sorry, Sir Elaine. I'll be more gentle."

Of course, he wouldn't give up the chance to fuck her against her will. Elaine cursed him silently. How could someone so enamored by her prestige care this little about what his pleasure cost her? Did he know nothing of honor? Or compassion?

Jesper groaned. Elaine glanced over. The rotund merchant had removed his trousers and undergarments. A stubby pink cock stood erect over a pair of wrinkled, hairy balls. Elaine had seen human penises in bathhouses and while changing with her peers. This one was an ugly runt.

Jesper stroked the short, stiff rod, eyes on his son fondling Elaine's cunt in one hand and breast in the other. He noticed her gaze and grinned. “Pick it up, boy. I'm gonna have 'er mouth while you enjoy that cunt."

“Sure thing, Pa!" Pacey said. He squeezed her labia again, rubbed her sensitive inner folds. He swirled a finger around her squishy entrance and then finally let go. His other hand remained on her breast, idly fondling her nipple.

The relief was short lived. Pacey hurriedly unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down along with his own undergarments.

His penis was the opposite of Jesper's. He'd neatly trimmed the hair around his taut, smooth sack. His cock stood proud and firm, almost as long as Ranulf's monstrous, canine shaft. It wasn't as thick, though. It resembled the man himself, long and willowy. Foreskin puckered around his pink tip. Humans had such strange penises.

Jesper approached the two of them with a wide, lumbering waddle. The chubby merchant unfurled a cloth, wafted it in the air, and then set it gently on the cobblestones. He sat down on it, spread his legs to show off his unimpressive erection, and leaned back on his hands.

“Get down on your knees and suck me off, Miss Elaine. Boy, you can take her from behind."

“Pa!" he whined, dragging out the syllable. “I wanna see her face, though! And her tits!"

“Aw, hells. Have it your way, boy," Jesper said. “On your back then, Miss Elaine. But do it with your head in my lap. I ain't standin' back up again till I get this cock sucked!"

Elaine bared her teeth for just a moment before stilling her burning rage. Sitting was difficult with sore, wobbly legs. Her balance thrown off by her trapped tail and wrists. The kobold squatted and painfully rolled herself onto her rear, trying not to fully fall over. Then, she scooted back and lay herself down with her neck over Jesper's thigh.

Her thick tail prevented her from lying flat on her back. Cobblestones dug into her shoulders and hips.

The ugly human penis stared her in her face. The merchant shifted his hips, and it bumped into her nose. Despite the constant reek of wolf musk clogging her nostrils, she caught the spicy scent of human sex.

At least his penis appeared well-groomed. Though, the large, wrinkly ballsack that hung underneath the man's shaft made Elaine's stomach roll. At least Ranulf's furred balls hadn't been so revolting to stare at. These looked like the wrinkly, rolling skin sags of an elderly human's belly, bulging at the base around two lopsided orbs.

Jesper shifted his hips forward, causing his sack to wriggle and wobble against his hairy inner thighs and the cobblestones below. His stubby penis rested over her snout. Her nose pressed to the man's gross, warm nutsack.

A faint odor of soap and perfume made the experience bearable. Elaine's sense of smell had been so clogged with wolf sex that any other smell peeking through was divine. As ugly as this man's penis was, at least he maintained his hygiene.

Elaine's haunches were pulled apart. She felt the spindly cock line up over her hips, angling after a moment to rub between her splayed labia. Her gut clenched.

This was really going to happen again. Ranulf took her virginity and raped her. And now, her second experience ever with sex would be these two assholes using her body like a cheap whore. Proud Elaine had sold herself for a few kilometers' escort into her home city.

An overwhelming grief tore through her. What would Thalia think? She would be disgusted to see Elaine like this, brought to such debasement.

Tears shimmered in Elaine's eyes, but she blinked them away. There was nothing she could do.

“Gosh, Sir Elaine," Pacey said. “Your vagina feels so nice. It's so soft, and also really pretty and smooth and warm! I think it's better than lots of the kobold whores Pa lets me buy! Even if it's got the gross stuff from that wolf."

Why couldn't they just rape her and be done with it? The damn boy was going so slow.

Elaine grunted as a chubby hand manhandled her snout. It peeled up her lips to show her sharp teeth and then tugged her mouth open. The merchant guided his penis down around the side of her snout and into her mouth.

Thankfully, even with the pudgy groin against her lips, balls pressed to her chin, the cock didn't reach the back of her throat.

He didn't taste bad, either. In fact, as with his smell, the flavor was horrifyingly refreshing after the constant, overwhelming taste of tangy, bitter semen. His cock had a hint of spicy precum, but that blended into Ranulf's cum. The floral notes of his perfume came through more intensely.

“You know how to give a blowjob, lizard?" Jesper asked.

Simultaneously, his son said, “Oh golly, I'm going inside you, Sir Elaine! I'm having sex with Sir Elaine!"

Elaine winced as firm but squishy warmth pressed into her depths. Thankfully, cum lubricated her. Her insides throbbed and ached, but not as much as they had when Ranulf fucked her dry or brutally pounded her bruised vagina over and over.

She shook her head around the merchant's penis, trying not to cry. Every time that the boy bucked into her, a wave of cold nausea washed through her. Shouldn't she be used to rape by now? Shouldn't she be able to squeeze her eyes shut and ignore it? Why did every fresh thrust still violate her to her core? Why did they make her gag and sputter?

“Guess the wolf didn't much care to teach you? Just had his way? Filthy beast," the merchant grunted.

You think yourself so much better? Elaine thought, hot hatred mixing with cold nausea. She lay there with his penis resting in her mouth, waiting for him to tell her how to pleasure him. Pride prevented her from taking any initiative. This merchant could delude himself into believing that this wasn't rape since she had been forced to agree to his demands, but she wouldn't act out the part of a whore for him.

His son didn't seem to care. He carelessly fucked Elaine's pussy. His moans filled the air, along with his awful, disgusting words.

“Take my sword, Knight-Banneret Elaine!" he groaned. “Parry me like I'm Sir Cedric! Ohhh, fuck! I watched you train! Do those squats. Fuck! I bet they made your pussy squeeze so tight. You've got such good muscles! You're so strong and pretty!"

Tears streamed down Elaine's cheeks. This was mortifying. She was a toy to him. He didn't care she winced and shuddered with every thrust into her pussy. He didn't care that she found sex with him horrible. He just wanted to fuck the object of his obsession.

She was a sex toy to these two. A pair of holes shaped like someone they knew of. She suffered, and they ignored her.

“Oh, go on, kobold. Surely even a proper lady lizard knows a blowjob ain't just sittin' with a cock in her mouth. Use your tongue, get it under my tip. Bob your head. Suckle at me."

Finally, Elaine conceded, if only so she could have the penis out of her mouth faster. The boy thrusting into her pussy had already started to speed up, his motions growing erratic.

She suckled the stubby human penis. It strained in her mouth. Although the smaller size meant it wouldn't be forced down her throat, it also meant that she could feel every pulse and throb in its entirety.

He leaked his own precum. It tasted different enough from Ranulf's that the spicy flavor clung to her tongue. Elaine shuddered. Penises were disgusting. Elaine hoped to never see another in her life.

Right now, she had to deal with the cards she had been dealt. Elaine suckled at the man's penis. She rubbed her tongue along the tip as he asked. It felt weird and lumpy. As she bobbed, the skin tugged back to his tip. Was it like a sheath? When she touched her tongue against the revealed flesh, the merchant moaned and shuddered.

That seemed to be the trick. However gross it was to dig her tongue into his cock, it got the most reaction. Hopefully, that meant it would end faster.

Pacey's penis slammed into her cunt over and over. He'd began with care and caution, but now his hips struck hers with wet slaps of splattering cum. A burning ache spread up from her crotch like a wildfire.

Had he forgotten what she'd said? Did he just not care about causing her more pain? He still ranted his fantasies. One of his hands gripped her breast, fondling her tender nipple.

He humped so frantically. It hurt like he punched her pussy, but from the inside out. She wanted to tell him to be gentler. Maybe he would, but… did those movements mean he was close? Would stopping him just make this last longer?

Elaine shifted her focus into recklessly bobbing on Jesper's cock. She wriggled her tongue under his foreskin. Her cum-drenched lips made a loud slurp as she bobbed desperately up and down on his crotch.

“Pa! Fuck! I'm cumming in Sir Elaine! I'm cumming in the Sapphire General herself! Gods!"

A shudder of revulsion ran through Elaine.

The young man's cock throbbed inside her. His hips shook as he mashed them against her own. He ground himself back and forth with shaky jerks.

She tried to distract herself by suckling more fervently at Jesper's cock. As disgusting as the act was, it didn't tear at her self-worth quite like the warm gushes that pumped inside her. She felt every twitch and throb of the lanky man's penis in her vagina. He squeezed her tits and moaned.

“Oh, Sir Elaine! You feel so good, Sir Elaine! It's such an honor to cum inside you!"

Elaine heaved, but after a moment, she wrangled her stomach under control. Tears dribbled from her eyes. Somehow, she hated crying in front of these two even more than in front of Ranulf. He had hated her, tortured her, demeaned her. Pacey idolized her. Not only was she crying for her rapist, but also for an admirer.

That disgusted her. This boy, barely turned adult, didn't respect her. She lived her life to protect the kingdom and serve her princess. He was a rapist. She didn't want a loathsome human like him as an admirer.

But her face still grew hot, and her head grew fuzzy when she thought about how he looked down at her. She sobbed, drenched in cum, as he finished in her bruised pussy. She was a pathetic excuse for a kobold knight.

Pacey pulled out of her, telling her how much he loved having sex with her. Every word he spoke was a knife in Elaine's gut. At least he was finished. Her pussy ached, now leaking a mix of wolf and human cum.

Soon after, Jesper grunted, gripped her unbroken horn, and jerked her forward. His stubby penis twitched hard in her mouth. She continued to swirl her tongue obediently under the man's foreskin. He shivered, and then his cock pulsed.

Short, thick bursts of semen splattered the inside of her mouth. The spicy bitterness quickly overwhelmed the taste of wolf spunk. It was different, yet equally disgusting. Elaine endured it, her eyes shut, and lips sealed. The spunk filled her mouth until her lips couldn't hold the seal and then sprayed and dribbled from the corners of her maw.

He didn't tell her to swallow. Fuck him, she wouldn't swallow anyway for this disgusting man. Ranulf's cum still stuck in her throat and constantly drooled down her esophagus thanks to the curse. Jesper's seed would not join it.

Finally, the merchant pulled out. He grunted and moaned, nuzzling his gross, slimy penis against Elaine's own slimy snout. Then, he stood.

“Well, Pacey, let's get ourselves cleanin' up. Right messy girl, that knight of yours is," Jesper said.

Elaine hacked on the ground. A horribly thick glob of disgusting, pearly cum splattered onto the cobblestones. She didn't want to move. Every scale on her body felt gross and violated. She wanted to curl into a tight ball, squeeze her eyes shut, and sob, pretending that no one could see her.

Her legs ached. She quivered like a leaf. Fuck, she was so damn pathetic. She was a knight! She was stronger than this!

As the two humans used a cloth from their cart to wipe the mix of fluids off themselves, Elaine steeled herself to stand back up.

She could have confidently kipped up any time she wanted before yesterday. Now, the idea of rising to her weak, trembling legs daunted her like a battle against a dragon.

Slowly, she rolled into a sitting position, clutching her knees to her naked chest. She still felt the son's phantom hands clutching her tits. Anxiety spiked and nearly brought her to tears again.

No, focus. She rocked forward, focusing on her center of gravity. The forward motion had to coincide with the push to stand upright and balance herself.

Elaine rocked forward, ignoring the weakness of her legs. She stood, wobbling, knees shaky. Her damn tail stuck to her neck meant she couldn't stabilize herself. She fell back to the side and smacked into the cobblestones. She started crying again.

“Boy, you really sure that's the knight you're always talkin' about that we just fucked?" Jesper asked, brows raised.

“Yeah, pa! Give her a break, she just got tortured by an evil wizard! That's gotta be really hard. I bet we'll hear amazing stories about it soon."

Somehow, Pacey defending her felt more revolting than if he'd spat on her. Tears messed the cum that drenched her face. Her stomach churned. She needed to stand up, to try again. But how could she with these two staring at her failures? It was so fucking pathetic.

“Ha! Well, at least I can tell the boys at the Spilled Flagon that bitch sucked my cock. Fetch a rope. We'll tie her like a slave. That's how she's gonna get through town. Folks that think we own her ain't gonna touch the thing."

Elaine indignantly opened her snout to protest, but then coughed and hacked up another splatter of cum onto the cobblestones. Her face burned.

What could she say?

Pacey approached her with a rope. He tied it loosely around her neck. She was thankful for that, at least. He bashfully offered her a hand on her shoulder. His grip helped her to stabilize.

“Sex with you was real good. An honor. I'm never gonna forget it. You're uh, you're really amazing, Sir Elaine."

Shame mixed with rage. Elaine snarled as tears continued to dribble from her cheeks. She accepted Pacey's help without a word. She heaved her weight against his hand, using him for balance, and then finally succeeded in rising to her feet.

She looked at Pacey. The boy stared at his feet.

She wanted to spit at him, to curse him for cumming inside her. She still felt a ghost of the young man's cock moving in her pussy. His shaft was so distinct from Ranulf's, but still horrible and violating.

“Thank you," she muttered. She leaned against his hand. Doing so was humiliating, but it allowed her a moment of rest. Her legs quivered.

“My uh, my honor, Sir Elaine!" The young man paused, and then let go of her. He scampered back to the cart and climbed up to his seat.

The rope was long. It gave Elaine plenty of slack at least. She stood there, staring at the two, fuming and hating both them and herself.

“You took my dignity," she finally said. “The least I deserve is a seat in the cart."

“Sorry, Miss Elaine!" Jesper said. “Not all wet and gross like that you won't."

Elaine grunted. She wanted to argue. How fucking dare they? Her dignity was worth a thousand trips to the castle, ones in a fine royal carriage and pampered with incense and fine foods.

Instead, she cried. She dragged her aching legs forward, collared around the neck like a slave girl. She traded her dignity for this.

***

The city gates opened into a vast marble square. The Cathedral of The Moon towered behind a grand fountain that depicted a matronly aspect of the lithe goddess cradling a newborn.

Elaine wasn't usually bashful about her body. She confidently changed with male knights, joined them in hot springs, and responded to their uncomfortable, lewd comments with jabs about their own cock sizes.

In those cases, Elaine's nakedness empowered her. It was a tool to prove her ability to fit into a group that otherwise wanted nothing to do with her. As both a woman and a kobold, dashing societal expectations gave her leverage.

After Ranulf raped her, after Jesper and Pacey raped her, she could feel every eye trained on her exposed body. They all stared at her spread vagina, cum dangling out from between her pussy lips in wobbly ropes. Sometimes, it swayed and clung to her legs. Other times, it fell and plopped onto the city streets.

Elaine couldn't bear the matronly depiction of The Moon. It made her think of the life seeded inside her belly by her enemy. She briefly hated the goddess for making her think of the disgusting wolf.

But it wasn't The Moon's fault. It wasn't anyone's but her own.

Crowds surged around Elaine and the cart. Horses whinnied. Wheels rattled against cobblestones. The loud hum of conversation was periodically broken by the calls of hawkers shouting their deals to passersby.

Elaine's legs wobbled as she struggled to keep up. Hips bashed her as men passed. Her already poor balance was on the fritz in the bustle.

“Hurry up there, Sir Elaine!" Pacey called through the hum of the crowd.

As if she wasn't trying! Fuck him. He could try being raped in his ass all night long, then get dragged through the city with his hands tied behind his back.

A man stepped on the not-quite-slack length of rope in front of her. Her throat jerked, and she fell flat on her face with a painful thud.

The rope fully tautened. Dread turned Elaine's stomach.

“Pa! Slow up!" Pacey said. “She fell!"

“No can do, boy! We've a schedule to keep."

The rope burned Elaine's neck scales with a vicious tug. She stiffened and tensed as the cord began to drag her along the stones. Thankfully, hundreds of years of bustling crowds had smoothed the paved plaza. Her tender nipples still burned as they dragged against the rough stone.

Her neck ached. At first, Elaine tried to squirm upright. But with the steady pace of the cart and the cum that slicked her scales, she couldn't find purchase to stand. She slammed painfully back into the ground twice more. She spat out blood and a tooth.

Feet kicked her. A man stomped painfully on her ankle. The only reason her neck didn't snap at the sudden, painful jerk was the slippery cum that allowed her foot to slide free with the cart's steady motion.

Elaine hacked and wheezed. She squirmed for an angle that allowed air to pass through her constricted, burning neck.

Her shoulders strained. She tugged fiercely against the magic bindings to get her hands under her, but the magic held. She felt so helpless. Her scales burned like she was being dragged over a bed of coals. She heaved for breath.

Time passed in a horrible blur of agony and desperation. The cart didn't stop. No one came to help. Terror rose from panic as she struggled to angle her body. Elaine stopped caring about her nakedness or even about pulling herself upright. She just cared about survival. Every breath was a torturous ordeal. Her neck was in agony.

She twisted her body to avoid passing feet. When she ran into a person, the force wrenched her neck again, choking her and threatening to snap her spine. The tears that streamed down her face weren't even from humiliation anymore. She struggled for breath. Was she going to die like this?

A hand yanked her upper arm forward and upright. Glorious, wonderful slack loosened her noose. She scrambled, stumbling forward again, but another hand gripped the tail tip stuck to her neck like a handle.

“Gosh, Sir Elaine, you don't look so good!" Pacey said, concerned. He kept his grip on her as she staggered ever forward. The second she stopped was the second her hell returned.

Elaine hacked and wheezed. Splatters of cum and saliva sprayed from her mouth as she worked to clear her bruised throat.

As her head cleared and her thoughts focused, she was filled with abject, boiling rage. Jesper had to know what would happen to her. He hadn't bothered to stop for her or even to slow down. Fuck him. She would fucking kill him. Him and Ranulf both.

The thought of driving Eaglescreech into the merchant's fat gut gave Elaine the slight catharsis she needed to calm down. She still heaved desperate breaths. But she kept pace on painfully numb, unsteady legs. The hand on her upper arm held her steady enough to remain upright, even though she slipped on cum on the smooth street.

Pacey didn't have to die. She hated him too, but he didn't have to die.

They passed from the crowded plaza to quieter residential streets. Their pace never slowed. Pacey stayed by her side, steadying her.

Elaine could have caught up to the driver's seat of the cart again, but she couldn't stomach the thought of looking at Jesper. Pacey was bearable, but she imagined a cruel, knowing grin when the chubby merchant looked down at her and her freshly scraped and ripped-off scales. She spat blood and cum into the ditch on the side of the road.

People stared at Elaine. They stared at her breasts, her vagina. It wasn't a terribly uncommon sight to see naked kobolds in the city, but the thick cum that drenched Elaine turned her into a spectacle. So did her bound limbs and the forced spreading of her labia. The thought that each of the hundreds of people that passed Elaine could see every detail of her vagina burned her cheeks.

Worse, as they walked, Pacey groped her chest, fondling a nipple. Her breasts were extremely tender after being dragged over stone. The sheer disgrace of it made her feel horrible. Elaine grunted and winced, but didn't speak up. Without him supporting her, she'd fall flat on her face again.

Thankfully, he couldn't easily reach her vagina. Once, he crouched to touch it, running long fingers through the bruised, pink flesh. Elaine flushed and turned away. But he himself stumbled and had to rush to keep up. Their height difference was too great. The young man was twice as tall as her. He had to lean over to touch her breasts, let alone her crotch. So, he settled on fondling her tits as they walked.

They neared the end of the wealthy residential district, about to cut through a shopping street and then an industrial block. Elaine knew the route well. She thanked The Sun and The Moon both when they passed the route that would lead them to the less reputable markets where slaves were sold.

How much was she worth? Could Jesper sell her fast enough to avoid notice? Thalia would surely bright righteous fire down if she caught even a whiff of Elaine being sold at the slave markets. But if Jesper sold her off to a secondhand slaver, then skipped town for a few years, he might just get away with it.

Elaine stared at the wooden side of the caravan that blocked the fat merchant in the driver seat from her view. Surely, Jesper had considered this. She was lucky that the risk and reward had tipped in her favor.

***

The second worst part of the most humiliating walk of Elaine's life happened when a man recognized her.

They passed the industrial block into a local plaza. The wild, exotic wares of the central markets weren't on display here, but humble merchants still hawked clothing, food, spices, and incense. Elaine loved the incense. It meant that she smelled less of Ranulf's vile musk.

There, with a smaller crowd, an older man with a bushy mustache did a double take. He loudly called out, “Well, I'll be! Either that merchant's sellin' the best damn lookalike money can buy, or that kobold's the fuckin' uppity knight one! She's got the broken horn and all!"

Elaine quivered. She stared at the ground in front of her, shoulders hunched forward. The folks around her talked louder—about her. Heat burned through the blue scales of her cheeks.

“Hot damn, that's a nice little pink pussy! How much for a go? Hell, I don't even mind the mess. Not for a story like that! The Gods damned Sapphire General. I'll be!"

For a moment, Elaine thought Jesper would sell the stranger a turn with her as if she were truly a slave whore.

“Ransomed 'er from that Wolf Sorcerer of the Eastern Boughs," Jesper lied. “Randy old dog had some fun now, didn't he?"

Laughter bit through Elaine's scales. She grimaced. She wished she could cover her ears. She stared at the cobblestones and continued to stumble forward. But she couldn't shut them out of her head.

“You and the boy have yourselves a turn? Fuck if I'd be able to resist! Tight little muscular cunt right there! A monster who thinks she knows better than her place. But she still got her a cute pussy. Just look at the thing! Damn fuckable for a lizard. Show her what's what."

“Nah, we're in it for the ransom," Jesper said. His lie surprised Elaine. Did he regret raping her? Was this a cue for her and Pacey to stay hush about it?

As humiliating as it was to admit, Elaine would stomach just about anything to arrive safely back at the castle with Thalia. If that meant playing along with Jesper's lie, so be it. She would pretend that he hadn't raped her.

That didn't take any effort. She stayed quiet, staring at the ground in front of her, dizzy with nausea.

Everyone knew it was her. Everyone stared at her. They saw her nipples, every inch of her spread vagina. They saw what Ranulf did to her, the disgusting cum drooling from her scales. They must have smelled the reek of wolf sex on her.

Elaine felt hot, and her mind grew fuzzy. The world dizzied for a minute, but a purposeful yank of her shoulder from Pacey brought it back into focus. She stumbled forward, swallowing back a sob with great effort.

“I don't think they liked you," Pacey said as they rounded the street corner past the market. “Dunno why Pa lied. I think it's really cool that we got to have sex with you. They should all be jealous."

Elaine couldn't hold back her next sobs. Pacey patted her back as he tugged her along.

The castle-topped hill loomed before them. Elaine's legs were in terrible condition. They had been painful jelly at the start of the trek. Now, they were a numb mess that jolted her with fiery agony every few stumbling steps.

But the end was in sight.