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Tirol slipped through the packed club and felt her heart pounding in her throat as she did her best to keep herself as contained as possible. She gripped at the frayed edges of her own abilities as best that she could in an attempt to not pick up anything from the lust-drunk people that crowded the dance floor. The music that was pounding was designed to make sure people were driving themselves into a frenzy, making use of the red-marked whores that were ready to service them. Each one of them painted in blacklight reflective markings that showed their specialty.

She reached her finger up to caress the black collar that wrapped her throat instead of red, finding it reassuring as her first night working had been one that involved evasion. Her second night she had felt a bit better, but the press of emotions around her flared brightly and made it difficult for her concentrate. She stroked her collar again and then ducked beyond the line of the bar towards the safety of the back room and office. The kobold’s metallic gold hide making her stand out despite her attempts to keep to serving drinks.

The moment she passed away from the music and press of people she shoved her back against the door with a breathy sigh. Her outfit was barely more than a line of fabric that hugged her hips, covering the polished leather belt that had been fixed onto her the moment she’d walked through the doors of the place. It was the only one like it in the country, hidden underground and run by a dragon. An actual dragon, not a kobold or a large lizard, but a scaled and winged dragon that was nearly unheard of in the modern world. A dragon.. who liked to make deals.

“You’d better get hustling, the drinks need served.” A warm cultured voice murmured and she flicked her eyes up at the elf perched on a chair near the back. “You’re too new to be taking a break so soon.”

“I just needed to clear my head.” Tirol managed and straightened up, trying to arrange the spill of silver fabric around her hips. “It’s… It’s a lot out there.”

“You knew the deal when you signed it.” The elf responded with a shrug of one shoulder. “If you want to take it back now, you’ll be hard pressed.”

“I didn’t say I wanted to take it back, just… it’s a lot.” She managed and ran her finger along the stone set in the collar.

A lot. She flinched as the word didn’t do justice for what had been done to her, what she had agreed to. Well, not quite agreed. Agreed suggested that she had been given some sort of choice when Maroth had approached her. Agreed suggested that she understood what was going to happen. Agreed made it sound like she wanted any of this to happen. She had no choice but the sign on the line, because the alternative was homelessness and starvation.

The elf watched her with bored eyes, her red collar standing out on her throat. That was the only thing Tirol was able to stipulate, she wasn’t a sex slave. She couldn’t be raped. She couldn’t be forced. She would run as a worker in the club, but unless she agreed to it, she wouldn’t be made to have sex with anyone. Maroth had grinned a cheshire’s smile as he had pointed out that line to her, the only reason she had signed up in order to have a home and food.

“You’d better get moving or he’ll claim you’re reneging on your deal.” The elf said after a few moments, stretching her legs out.

“I’m not!” Tirol hissed out angrily and reached up, stroking her hand against her stomach and then reset the band of silver that held up the bit of cloth.

“You’re not what?” The low purring growl spilled from the staircase and she froze as Maroth slipped down with a rattling of polished scales. “Little kobold, where are your manners?”

“I was just taking a moments break.” Tirol managed to sound firm, even as her breath came out in a shivering rush.

The dragon towered nearly a foot above her, all onyx scales and gold-yellow eyes that looked down at her with interest. The horns curling along the sides of his head tipped with silver as he lowered his head closer to her and flared red edged nostrils. The sight made her heart speed up as she froze in place, nearly holding her breath in response to the completely nude drake that regarded her with interest.

“Are you not enjoying your collar, little slave?” He purrs the words and his eyes narrow. “It’s for your benefit, after all. Untrained empathy awakening at the wrong moment could be such a problem.”

“No, sir, I mean, yes sir, I’m enjoying it.” Tirol manages the words with a sinking sensation in her stomach.

Enjoying it. The collar had been worked over with a spell the moment it had been sealed on her. It was designed to peel away the careful layers that had hidden her empathy and dragged it into the world raw and tender. What she had once excused as merely sympathy for others had become consuming and twisted under the dragon’s magic. And like all of his magic, it was twisted through the sex, the source of his power. She no longer felt the pangs of grief or happiness, instead, it was lust and desire that woke her ‘gift’. Something she’d learned the past two nights as she’d worked the main crowd.

She had been secured into a leather chastity belt that hugged against her body and sealed so that she couldn’t remove it herself. Last night she had brushed against enough people that had been lust-drunk that she had been unable to think straight. She would have touched herself if only she’d been given the chance, but there was little she could do except humiliate herself if she wanted to grind against the device. And that was the point, she knew it, the dragon wanted her to have someone take it off of her for relief.

“Good, see that you do. You need to train it if you’re ever going to win free of your contract,” Maroth drawled out and poked a talon right in the center of her chest, between her bared breasts. “Get to work, you’ll be attending the upper rooms tonight.”

“Wh-what?” She jerked at the comment and swallowed, feeling a surge of unease race through her.

“The upper rooms need drinks as well.” The dragon’s jaws parted to show sharp serrated teeth. “Bring them drinks and food, whatever they desire, serve them.”

“I’m n-not a red collar.” She answered and touched her black collar again, the feeling still almost reassuring.

“You won’t be fucked unless you ask to be fucked.” Maroth’s laughter was low and purring. “Go and do your job.”

The rules are so clear. She had read the contract, she had felt like it might be worth it. She imagined herself an employee, not a slave. She imagined a creature like a dragon that held magic in a twisted modern world might keep his word. She wouldn’t be fucked unless she asked to be, begged to be, and he had rigged her collar to make sure it would do just that. Last night had been bad, and that had been on the dance floor, when people could touch her. When she felt their lust nearly dripping down her scales. The upper floors were where people went in order to purchase the time of a worker.

“Yes, sir.” Tirol managed with a swallow, her stomach twisting up before she turned to push the door open. She should have stayed out on the dancefloor.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The first few rooms were bad, but not terrible, the occupants had slaves already that they were fucking. She kept her face down, her eyes fixed on the floor in the attempt to not see what they were doing, though there was no evading hearing it. Since it wasn’t directly involving her, the only thing she picked up was a vague sense of arousal. It wasn’t that intense and she could fight it off as best she could. So she went into the rooms to put down drinks or food, she served them rapidly and left again before she saw too much. The sounds were bad enough.

It was when she came to the large room filled with men, and a few women, who were choosing their nights partners that things began to grow worse. When lust was directed at her, about her, that’s when the world exploded in sensations that she struggled to ignore. She had only briefly experienced it on the dance floor, the overwhelming sense had been bad, but that had been tempered in an area where there was no possibility of sex. Up here, there was the expectation, and while they couldn’t fuck her unless she gave permission, they did hope for that permission.

“Kobolds have such lovely scales.” One of the canines drawled out, the jackal’s ears tipped backwards as he gave her a long look. “Come here, girl.”

“Can I get you a drink?” Tirol asked automatically as she kept a small distance away, feeling a strange warmth flush down her body.

“Perhaps something more.” He flashed a grin and reached out to catch her wrist lightly. “Sit with me a while.”

“I’m serving drinks, sir.” She immediately responded even as she nearly choked as she felt her body responding.

She’d thought that she had experienced the worst of the arousal from the rest, but the moment the jackal’s attention fixated on her and his hand gripped her, she felt her body responding. The faint throb of her heartbeat raced over her as her skin started to swell where it was pressed against the oiled smooth leather shoved up against her pussy. Her stomach muscles bunched up and even her lips began to feel tender while she regarded the canine that dragged her in closer to him.

It wasn’t against the rules to touch her, though the touches had to be limited without her permission. The hand on her wrist flexed a little bit with enough force and drew her in while a noise broke free from her throat. A sound that she wasn’t able to stop trembling from her as she was dragged forward closer to him. His other hand slid along her waist and it felt as though his fingers were feverish, so hot against her scales, her body running too warm. Unbearably warm.

“You could serve me.” The jackal almost purred the words. “You could be on your knees and properly serve me.”

“I… n-no thank you.” She got the words out with force as her body ached sharply.

The burn was beginning to grow worse, building between her legs as she felt herself reacting with sharp spasms. She tried her best to ignore the warmth, the need as the hand rubbed her bare back. She moved her arms up and tried to cross them across her small breasts, the fine scaling there overly sensitive while her nipples began to stiffen up and harden. They ached as they roused, sharply, until she pulled back and felt the paw withdrawing. The jackal letting out a laugh before leering at her.

“You sure? You sound like you’re not sure, little kobold like you, my knot would nearly rip you apart, wouldn’t it?” He mocked and she swallowed a noise in the back of her throat.

Tirol got another step back before she trembled and she realized that her breathing was coming too fast. It was panting from her parted jaws, ragged and short. She didn’t seem to be able to stop it, her body was aching with a need that twisted low in her belly and made her feel the leather that pressed against her mound. It wasn’t enough to stimulate her, only make her aware that the tender nerves were flushed before she stammered another excuse and moved to try and serve someone else drinks.

She tried her best to lock down what she was feeling, after all, Maroth had told her that the purpose of unlocking her gift was to train it. The dragon never lied. Or perhaps couldn’t lie? She wasn’t sure which, but if there was a way to control it, she would find and find it rapidly. That was the best way she could deal with what was happening to her. It was the only way to handle her throbbing body.

She made her way through the halls and rooms, trying to serve, but each time she came to the open areas where people were waiting to choose she found herself the center of attention. Kobolds weren’t entirely common, and the fact she was roughly the size of a child seemed to draw the extreme attentions of people that wanted something taboo. There was a wolf that grabbed her in one room, the touch hot and demanding as it seemed to pour gas onto the fire.

He wanted her, she knew it immediately, and with that knowledge came the near image of him shoving her up against a wall and jamming his cock into her. How she would be so tight around his shaft and that she would fight him perhaps. He liked the idea of her struggling as he jammed his way home and gorged her pussy. The thoughts made her cry out and jerk, her body suddenly sharply clenching down around nothing as she imagined a knot sinking its way through her passage and splitting her apart.

Tirol was panting by the time the hours crept later and later, her body experiencing a need to be touched to the point that she began to rub her nipples when she got a second alone. The tender nubs ached almost painfully, but caressing them only made her more aware of the fact she had no such respite from the harness that was secured around her waist. Her hips gave a grind downwards and rocked back, the small movements started to build up briefly before she whined her frustration.

She wasn’t paying attention as she kept herself tucked in a quiet corner of the hall, clutching an empty tray under one elbow. She plucked at her nipples again, her claws pushed down and squeezed briefly as she could feel just how wet she was. The slickness was rubbing against the polished leather uselessly that was too smooth and too flat to properly grind against her clit or give her the stimulation she wanted. It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Poor thing.” A soft female voice murmured and she startled as a scaled hand dropped down to touch her shoulder. “Are you feeling needful?” The gryphon female was elegant, soft beige and gold feathers roused up on her body as she parted a beak in a small smile. It was almost reassuring to see a female face, someone that wasn’t after her, someone that wasn’t attempting to…

The fingers curled and the warm digits slid along her scaled shoulder until she felt a low burning ache growing. Those fingers pushed between her thighs, the feel of them sinking into her pussy that was nearly dripping with desire. Her body pressed against soft feathers that caressed her soft fevered scales, dancing around her and making her body jolt in place. She flexed her own finger against her nipple with a moan that she wasn’t able to stop and then jerked backwards.

She didn’t even like the idea of another female, it had never occurred to her, and now she found herself staring at the gryphoness with a burning desire for more. She gave her head a rough shake of denial as she got out from under the hand after a few moments. The moment the touch was gone, Tirol felt a moment she could breathe. It wasn’t enough, her body didn’t simply stop feeling the desire, but her imagination stopped the cacophony of lust that made it impossible to think straight.

“No.. thank you.” She managed and her voice was hoarse sounding. “I have to get back to work.”

“Mmm… well, a pity.” The hen purred out. “I would have been so good for you.”

The words dripped with meaning as the amber eyes flicked down Tirol’s body to the spill of silver fabric that covered the chastity belt. The expression making it clear that she was imagining just what she could do with the kobold’s body. It made her cheeks burn in humiliation before a noise broke from her throat. The cracking sound a bit louder and harsher than it should have been.

Tirol didn’t wait around to see the reaction, she turned and bolted back to her work with her little tray gripped in her hands. She was supposed to run drinks and food, do errands, she could do this. She couldn’t be raped or violated, she had to give her permission if that were to happen. Those were the rules. She would follow the rules. She kept repeating that over and over again to herself, willing herself to believe it.

She did her errands, keeping out of the rooms that people were actively fucking in out of near fear for what would happen if they touched her. By the end of her shift she was aching and her skin throbbed in time with her heart beat. She tried to pinch her nipples and pull them for some sort of relief, but it only added to her torment. It made her keenly aware of the fact she was hot and slick beneath the chastity belt, her mound felt so swollen that even a brush of cool air might have been too much.

Tirol dragged herself into her small cot in the communal sleeping area, the rest of the black collars were there, but none seemed to be as bad off as she was. She pushed herself under the blankets, hiding in the darkness before she tried to grind her palm down against the belt that kept her from touching herself. She shoved it up against herself, twisting and contorting with a muffled whine as she sought any sort of stimulation to ease herself.

There was none only the faintest sense of stimulation that wasn’t nearly enough, it was just enough to make her want to cry with frustration. So she curled up into a ball and tried to ignore it, hoped to forget it. Instead she found herself tumble down into fitful dreams filled with images so lewd and obscene that they made what went on upstairs seem tame. And did nothing to ease the ache between her thighs.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The next few nights were more and more of the same. She served the upper rooms exclusively and each night ended with her body aching with spasms of need. There was no way around it since she was surrounded with people that were more than happy to proposition her, touch her. They were touches she wasn’t able to do anything about, especially when they were allowed to try and entice her. The grip of the chastity belt was a torment, since most nights she tried to rub it and push it against her pussy. The movements were wild and useless, leaving her panting and trembling at the very end.

She was exhausted by the point she was told that she was only supposed to go into occupied rooms rather than service those that were idly looking. That should have meant that things were improving, at least, she hoped that what it meant. Instead, she found herself confronted with a mix of people already actively engaged in fucking or about to start. And her hope that those people weren’t going to regard her as sexual was lost entirely from the moment she stepped into the first room.

The spotted leopard was sprawled on the bed with a languid smile on his face and two fingers shoved into a writhing lynx. Tirol did her best to ignore the pair as she set down the requested drink, her eyes remained fixed on the ground. She put down the glasses on the table, the small plate that had been requested before she heard an obscene wet noise. Her eyes jerked up to see the lynx splay legged as she was pulled back onto the cock, moaning as if it were the best thing in the world.

“Mmm join in…” The leopard all but purred and caught her wrist before she could draw it back.

The fingers dig down against her as there was a roll of the smaller female’s hips as she began to fuck herself onto the cock. The sight and sound were bad, but the yellow-green eyes fixed her so that she experienced the wave of need so sharp it was too much. Her body shuddered and she panted, lips parted as her eyes dilated, experiencing a sensation of need that twisted through her stomach.

Tirol couldn’t stop herself, the moment the hand gripped her she let out a moan that broke past her lips. She arched in place while she did her best to brace herself again, but she was trying to grind down into the chastity belt. It wasn’t something she was able to stop as her breath panted free loudly and the grip on her hand started to draw her forward. She whined under her breath and then experienced something so intense it was almost like an orgasm. Almost.

There was the pressure that mounted through her, something that caused her stomach muscles to bunch up. Her eyes fluttered shut as she did her best to keep herself under control and lost all sensation briefly. The hand on her wrist moved to grasp her ass cheek beneath the line of the fabric. It was bunched up tightly and that alone kept her from going too far, the way the fingers dug down against her caused the kobold to jerk backwards.

Her breathing came out in a short ragged burst, her eyes fluttered nearly all the way shut before she jerked backwards. The movement came with a wild attempt to block the need that began to make her spiral. She wasn’t even sure what she did, only that suddenly she was clanging down invisible walls around her mind. They snapped shut and she was left trembling in place, feeling how wet she was beneath the chastity belt.

The need was still there, but blissfully, she felt as though she were able to shove out the interactions that kept pressing against her mind. The throb of lust from outside of herself was tempered suddenly. It was something that she was able to handle and she let out a trembling breath of relief as she fled the room.

It the start of something, not something that was perfect, not something that she seemed to be able to control reliably, but it was something she fumbled with. The edge of lust and need tapered into something she could almost handle. At least, she thought she could. That night marked the point that she was able to get through to the end without whining and moaning as she tried to find her own relief. The flashes were still there, the most intense when she was in the room when they were fucking, but by the end of the night she began to find a way to push her ability back down.

Her dreams that night came in hot erotic flashes, as if every touch, every bit of lust that she had been able to push away from herself came back in waves that gave her no room to think. Her ability to sleep was laden with lust and visions of being fucked hard and deep. They were people she had seen, or unseen cocks driven into her, her mouth filled or her ass stretched. Lurid visions that twisted through everything, making sure that she woke up shuddering and whining under her breath.

It continued for several days, each one blending into twisted moments when she could somewhat block her ability and other times when it was wide open. It was only when she was alone at night that she was able to tamp it down enough to sleep, but it came with the cost of dreams so intense that she woke up grinding herself against a pillow helplessly. The humiliation leaving her throbbing and flushed, so hot that she wasn’t able to think properly. And that’s when silver furred wolf found her, grinding into her bed in the lower levels, whining and whimpering to herself with need as she woke up.

“Thought I heard something interesting.” The wolf said and lolled his tongue out in a smile, the same wolf she had met upstairs her first night on that shift. “Look at you, all trembling and falling apart.”

“I’m… I’m going to be late.” Tirol managed, her voice high pitched and breathy before there was a low laugh.

“Not if you’re serving me.” He responded and she shrank back as he reached out, his paw sliding along one of her bare breasts. “Look at you, you could use some relief, couldn’t you?”

“I..n-no?” The words were weak and uncertain, breathy before the fingers slid up between her breasts and the other hand cupped her chin.

“I think you are..” He crouched and she watched the front of his pants draw tight along his hidden cock.

The sight had her moaning low in her throat and she wasn’t able to stop it. She stared in utter lust at the line of hardening flesh while the fingers grip her chin and another digit pushed between her lips. She startled and jerked her head back before the finger pushed between them and ran along her tongue. The sensation of need was making her dizzy, crying out under her breath before the finger pushed inwards and spread her mouth open.

The kobold felt frozen as the wolf’s smile grew wider as he shoved his finger in deeper and she closed her mouth around it. She didn’t seem to be able to stop herself as her body felt that all too familiar burn of lust and need. Everything ached so badly that she wasn’t able to think straight, instead she suckled on the digit and flicked her tongue out against it with growing need. It was burning through her, roiling so that she could feel desperate for any more sensation she could get. Even the slide of the other hand under her chin was something that made her cry out low in her throat.

“There, you see?” The wolf murmured. “I can give you something better than a finger to suck on.”

_No, no I don’t want it. _ She thought wildly, her mind latching onto the firm denial before the finger in her mouth suddenly shoved in deeper.

She let out a low moan that she wasn’t able to break, the humiliation burning as hotly as her need as the wolf laughed. It was a low satisfied sound that caused her to tremble before he stood up and reached down to catch the front of his pants. The line of his cock pushed against the crease of it while she trembled and tried to drag her wits around her. She felt as though she might pass out, Tirol’s entire form twisted up in the need that was causing her to shudder in place.

The wolf made little fuss of undoing his pants, splitting them open and then exposing the dark red shaft. The first sight of it made her nearly keen out as he used a paw to languidly stroke up and down himself, the glistening tip dribbling out a trail of precum that made her salivate. The hand on her chin pulled her in and suddenly her scaled muzzle was pushed against the side of the cock, her breath came out in a shuddered wave. She nosed against it lightly, unable to stop herself as she rubbed back and forth, feeling a spark of hot pleasure come with her own touch.

“That’s right, open that greedy muzzle.” The wolf murmured, and she didn’t even know his name, didn’t know anything about him.

Tirol nearly found the strength to pull away at that, but instead, she felt another wave of pleasure building low in her stomach as the cock pushed against her lips. It was the closest she had gotten to something like relief, so she obeyed. There was no way to do anything else, she opened her mouth up so the blunt tip pushed past her muzzle. The salty-bitter taste filled her mouth as the wolf growled approval and rolled his hips forward, jamming more and more of his cock into her muzzle.

She wasn’t a virgin, but her past pleasures had always been considerate of her. There was nothing considerate in the way the wolf snapped his hips forward and suddenly jammed his cock into her muzzle without even pausing. He didn’t ease into it, he didn’t try to read her body language to make sure it wasn’t too much.

His cock jammed into the back of her throat until she was gagging around him and her mouth closed down. Tears welled up in her eyes as she swallowed and tried to work her tongue, while her entire body spasmed in a

rush of euphoric pleasure. It wasn’t just lust, she could feel herself responding to her own muzzle as if she were licking herself. She let out a choked sound as the hips dragged back and then snapped forward before the wolf’s paw reached down to grip the back of her neck to hold her still.

Her head was thrown back anyway as she struggled with the sensations of the cock tip burrowing as far as it could go. The hot smear of precum and saliva began to build up and coat around the edges as she trembled in place. Her eyes fluttered all the way shut and she moaned, unable to stop herself as her body reacted and she ground her hips back and forth. It didn’t give her the stimulation she wanted, but that hardly mattered as she tilted her head to one side.

“That’s right, little whore, go on, suckle like you mean it.” The wolf’s words were harsh and dripped with lust.

Tirol’s fingers scrabbled roughly to try and find some way to brace herself or purchase. She muffled obscene noises in the back of her throat as the tip jammed in deeper each time, her nose pushed all the way down towards the base. It was too much and she was choking through it, gagging with hoarse sounds as the mixture of saliva and precum drooled out to run along her bottom lip. She gagged again, her throat rebelling against the intrusion as the grip of the paw on her neck yanked her forward without pity, fucking her face more than demanding she perform.

Her body was alight with pleasure, it burned so bright that it was hard to think past it. Every part of her was shuddering in the effects as the slide of the cock wetly slurped in and out of her maw. The glide and shoves were building up speed rapidly until she was barely able to breathe. She struggled to gulp down enough air, her mouth worked before she ran her tongue out in a lick around the tip. Even that much touch made her body feel another jolt, her eyes squeezed shut.

She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, her jaw began to ache, but the kobold stopped caring. It was awful, the burn in her throat, but she was feeling her own orgasm start to build low in her belly. The tension made her shove a hand down beneath the spill of the fabric and tried to rub herself. The belt kept her from doing any real good, but that didn’t stop her from trying as thrust by thrust jammed through her.

The wolf’s moan was thick and obscene above her as the hips snapped forward and she found the knot jammed up against her nose. The tip forced into her throat again before it started to twitch and she coughed around it violently. Her entire body was shaking with the force as her back arched before the first hot stream of cum began to pour out of the tip. It was splattering outwards, rope after rope of it, pouring down her throat until she was gagging.

The orgasm that ran through her was like fire that consumed her, her hips rocked and she writhed in place, moaning around the cock like a true whore. She couldn’t stop it as the relief burned along overworked nerves, her walls gripped around nothing, and it was still the most amazing orgasm she had ever experienced. It was dangerous how it made her feel, how her body burned for more, lost in the haze of arousal that left her desperate for more.

She couldn’t stop, her mouth flexed and worked around him as he ground his knot against her muzzle hard enough to bruise. The sputtering movements tried to swallow down the cum, but she was nearly aspirating on the stuff. She coughed hard enough the cum burned as it bubbled up along her lips, her nostrils, drooling out messily and puddling along the corners of her mouth. It was the worst thing she’d ever experienced, chased with the sharpest and most pleasurable orgasm of her life.

“Good girl.” The wolf mocked and jerked his hips back with an lewd slurping noise as Tirol fell forward.

She swallowed and coughed roughly, the cum drooled along her muzzle in a glaze as her body still experienced the aftershocks. She balled her fingers up as the wolf wiped his cock off on the bridge of her nose dismissively before pulling his pants up. He didn’t say anything else, he left her crouched there alternating between horror and relief, shame and the afterglow. And the knowledge that he only reason he had been able to use her had been because she had agreed.