Slavery was illegal in the silver city. That much shouldn’t surprise anyone; trafficking mortals was a serious offense, with moral implications that transcended racial differences. 

Slavery was illegal, but yet here Aurelia was, standing in line among others, stripped of any modesty and dignity they once had, bound arms behind her back so she couldn’t hide even the slightest bit of her petite figure from anyone watching. She couldn’t tell how many there were, the sack over her head blocked her sight, and the sounds of music occasionally interrupted by the auctioneer’s voice describing the poor soul currently on stage being sold off like meat. Beneath the sack, a bridle forced a bit in the furred dragon’s mouth to prevent more than whimpers and soft grunts being heard out of her, though more than this was the fear of the whip from any of the slavers backstage. Still she shuffled nervously, shuddering at the feel of air on her exposed body as she shifted from one paw to the other, causing the short length of chains on the spreader bar holding her ankles hostage and spread to jingle softly. Her breath had made the sack uncomfortably warm by compare to the cool nightclub air outside, mildly dizzying even, and she’d been standing for quite a while with such heavy restraints on holding her wings pinned to her back, and her tail raised to an uncomfortable degree; facts which all added up to the idea of fainting or trying to rest by squatting down seem so very tempting if not for the consequences. 

“Best be ready, Aurelia. You’re next.” 

So she stood, a short, four foot tall woman waiting for judgement by an uncaring, dangerous crowd. And then she walked, stumbling and shaky, tripping over the stairs as someone larger than her tugged on her leash. The change in acoustics, and flickers of light shining through her sack told her she was onstage now, bare paws padding on artificial polymer paneling as she obediently followed one of the stagehands, then winced a little as the tugging circled her, and she felt her collar shift around her neck as her leash was fed behind her and clipped to an anchor on the floor of the stage.

Finally, the hood was removed, and all at once she squinted and blinked in the dazzle of the stage lighting. It was blinding and uncomfortable, but that was probably the point. As her watering eyes adjusted and she whimpered into her bit, she could slowly start to make out where she was again. Barely, she could see the familiar shadows and dimmer lights of a multitude of gathered patrons in the night club, many of whom had their prying eyes on her slender, tiny form. She couldn’t make out how many there were behind the curtain of stage lights above, but she knew that she was well lit, and center stage as she stood there, naked and humiliated, and even lit from below by the lighted panels of the stage too. All with a cool draft across stage that never once let her forget how naked she was.

Aurelia had always been proud of her body, but right now she acted as though she wanted nothing more than to stop others looking. She could feel their prying eyes on her bare breasts, judging her slight, B-cup bust, and her slimmed hips. She could feel them mentally groping at her from a distance, hands on her smoothed white fur, and especially on the pale light blue of her belly and below. She winced a little at the idea of so many touching her; she wasn’t a virgin, but the idea of such unwanted attention made her jaw clench tighter on the already uncomfortable bit that was jammed in her maw by bridle. 

“Eyes open, c’mon girl.” 

The voice hissed into her pointed ears made her jump, and instinctively those pointed white canine ears darted back towards it, fearfully forcing her sapphire eyes back open to the scene. Pointed ears forced forward again as she felt the leather crop of the stagehand tap by her cheek, and then an unwanted hand on her head ruffling the electric blue of her mane before combing it back once. She couldn’t see, but she knew it had to be a wreck from wearing a sack so long. They’d bathed her prior to the show, so she was pristine otherwise, but her mane always tried to stand up in some sort of rebellious way. 

She squeaked lightly as she felt the floor shift under her, and she looked down in alarm as the circle of flooring she was on slowly raised and began to turn in midair, starting to show her from other angles now. The furdragon girl breathed hotly past the bridle, her plush feline tail twitching in its tightly cuffed prison by her upper back as her bared rear was slowly turned towards her unapologetic audience, and she got to see herself from multiple angles on the massive hard light screens behind her, as well as the logo for the Starlight Fantasy Lounge where she was apparently being displayed now. She hadn’t even noticed there had been a camera down in the stage looking up at her, and she squirmed to move her legs closed to hide her nearly dripping slit from its prying eye-... But of course the spreader bar prevented such action. It did however momentarily show off her digitigrade paws to the audience, those sensitive pink pads being lifted lightly as she shifted from each leg to the other. 

By now she could hear the announcer going on and on about her, specifically her heritage. While the altruistic tale of rescuing her from dehydration in the desert was pure lies, the stories about the floating sky cities of her homeland were all true. Her feathered wings subconsciously tried to spread from where they were pinned at her back, the dreams of flying again amid solidified clouds and plush castles a sharp contrast to the oppressive, hostile confinement she felt in this basement. She could almost feel herself at home as she closed her eyes again, the cool nightclub air feeling similar to the dry, high altitude desert skies she flew in, the electric charge so close to the tingle of magic above the dunes-... Almost, until she flicked her eyes open again for fear of punishment. 

She couldn’t see his mouth behind the mask he wore, but she could tell the tiger on stage with her was smirking as he lowered his leather crop once more, flicking it to tap against his powerful looking legs. Of course the other actors like him were better dressed than her, wearing space age looking gear that kept them modest, but didn’t hide how much more powerful they were compared to her or any of the others waiting backstage. A nod downward from the powerful man made her slowly bow her head, leaning as far over as she could to expose herself to the audience, displaying the ‘goods’ she had to offer. 

By now the number at the top of the screen had grown substantially from where it sat before; it seemed there were quite a few in the audience that wanted a smaller female to feel power over. She couldn’t get a clear view of the whole number at once, only that it had climbed into five digits- no, wait, six now. As she stood upright once more, and the floor turned her back to the screens once again, she wondered how much money they were about to make off of shipping her off into servitude for who knows what manner of depraved actions and abuse. Who knew, at least until the panel stopped moving, and lowered back flush with the stage again and her keeper lifted her chain again. 

She’d been sold. 

Buyers were anonymous of course, but as she was led down off the stage’s light, and into the darker neon-magic illumination of the club floor, she could gauge what sort of crowds were present. They passed booths where patrons sat either alone, or already enjoying other slaves. Most were males, but dominatrixes were also fairly common, each buying either male or female alike to dominate in various ways. Many were still in the chains they shipped in, but others had been adjusted, cuffed to stripper poles, or forced to their knees before their masters. Ballgags sometimes replaced the bridles, other times were muzzles. Chastity was another theme among buyers, as was breathplay. She shuddered as briefly they passed a bear who was holding an avali with a mask on, its tiny thrashing body kicking helplessly as their chest buckled and squirmed, the latex of the material around its muzzle buckled in so tight you could make out the gasping maw inside as it made muffled, terrified chirps and trills. 

Aurelia shivered; she was about that same size, and the feathered body of the raptor-like creature reminded her too much of herself. Was she not only going to be sold and abused, but tortured to death too? Nobody was stepping in to stop that scene either, some were even clearly looking on in arousal! 

This fear amplified as they began to move past the pools next; an area nearer to the back of the wall where circular hot tub-like neon pools all poured from one to the next in sequence. She could tell despite only one person being seen on the surface, a few already had a slave with them who was being held under, forced into oral positions or simply being held under for fun. She shivered at how truly helpless she was in this instance, eyes closing as she tried to shut the place out; tried, at least until she stumbled on one of the stairs and was forced to at least look where she was going again. 

Finally though the march was over, and she was faced with her new master. A golden furred fox male, reclined at the back end of his own private hot tub. He was far less bulky than some masters she’d seen, yet his athletic figure, and natural size difference of nearly two feet more to her implied more than enough strength to do whatever he wanted to her. He smirked as she viewed him; he was naked beneath the surface, and she could tell even without being able to see under the steamy surface that he was already a bit aroused. She swallowed nervously, shifting on each paw as she looked from him to the pool he sat in-... If he was that tall, then the water here must be-...

She missed the part where he sighed and raised a finger and gave a signal to the stagehand holding her at the edge of the pool, which made it much more jarring when she was suddenly whipped around to face the tiger. She gave a confused chirp that turned to a muffled yelp as he glanced from her to the fox, and then grinned maliciously at the next signal and gave her a shove. 

She tried to catch a good breath before she fell in, but it was less than she’d have felt comfortable with, and water got in her nose as she fell into the steamy liquid. Bubbles poured from her open muzzle out into the deadly liquid as she struggled, bare paws kicking uselessly in their spreader prison, straining to try and tug her hands free of the cuffs binding them as the weight of all her weighted iron chains and bondage gear held her so low. The claws in each of her feline paws scratched uselessly at the floor of the pool as she tried so desperately to get up, her chest burning and aching as she’d wasted so much air choking on that first gasp she’d gotten of water. All the while, she knew that the fox was watching her frenzied struggle for life with such a detached, sadistic gaze. 

Finally though, she was given mercy, and a tug on her leash pulled her back to surface, coughing and gasping for air as she was pulled partially up into the fox’s lap from behind, feeling his hand stroke under her jaw gently, the power dynamic now clear that at any moment, he could end her and feel zero repercussions or guilt over it. He smiled gently at her, forest eyes meeting her own as she caught her breath now, huffing past that bridle as he combed through her mane gently-... And then a sudden click provided a release of tension as he undid her bridle, and pulled it off so she could finally move her tongue and rest her jaw, stretching it and finally getting to swallow the drool for once before being able to speak for the first time in hours.

“T-thank you, master.” She managed to squeak out, hesitantly squirming a little in his grasp, desperate to stay up higher from the water, even if it did mean giving an unwilling lap dance. He’d have been kicked out of any other establishment though with the way his hands wandered, one up to a bare breast, the other down to stroke gently by her waistline. She tried to squeeze her legs shut, but the spreader bar prevented any such defense against encroachment-... Fortunately for her, he seemed to fall short of actually touching her further. 

“Mmh, not a problem for my favorite fur dragon.” She bit her lip at the words whispered in her ear, nervously glancing aside as he groped her bare, nearly flat chest, fingers caressing the curve where her pectorals gave way to more sensitive flesh to prey upon. “Y-your favorite?” She swallowed nervously, arching her back in a failing attempt to maneuver away from the growing warmth that was gently prodding at her rear as she sat there. 

“Ever since I laid eyes on you, you’ve had to be my favorite.” The fox’s voice was like honey, but dripping with the sort of venom made to kill. His hands so deceitfully gentle as they explored her, being surprisingly more restrained than she’d expected a master might be. He was taking his time lulling her back into a sense of security, but knowing she could be snuffed out with not so much as a gentle nudge from his lap prevented her from calming down much more than this. “Or-... Perhaps even further before that?” He mused playfully, making her shiver as his hand stroked up by her neckline now, playing by her metal collar, fingers gently testing how much give there was to it, and finding none he unhooked the chain and let it thud to the bottom of the tub, making her breath catch as she was reminded again of how swimming here might go with so much weight on. 

“...But let’s cut the foreplay, shall we? This makes me pretty bored, if I’m honest.” He murred gently, and she inhaled a bit deeper out of instinct or fear both, whimpering as she squeezed her fists in their cuffs and shook her head. “N-no please I-... I’d rather-...” She mumbled out, and though her eyes were on the bottom of the tub, she could all but hear that grin as he growled with a playful intonation that betrayed himself. 

“Oh? Rather swim again then? By all means, don’t let me be the one to stop you then.” She’d known it was a mistake to say such things even as she’d said them, but now with his words she was certain of it, and she gasped and yelped as she felt him shift forward, sliding her off his lap. This time though, she was upright, rather than on her back, and though her restraints weighted her down she could at least land on her paws-... 

Or the tips of her toes, anyway. As it’d turn out, it was only about an inch too shallow to fully submerge her upright, though she had to balance forward and crane her neck back to an uncomfortable level just to keep her muzzle out of the water. She couldn’t even speak without getting a mouthful of tepid hot tub water, and her tail and wings both strained to try and help balance her-... If she teetered too far forward, she was dead, and similar with too far backwards, but-... Better towards the fox than away from him, right?

“Because here I thought you were here for my enjoyment, but-... You wanna just swim for me, that’s an option too.” He hummed sadistically as she huffed and panted through her nose alone, keeping her mouth shut for fear that any of these breaths might be the last. She looked up at him pleadingly through the blurry water, shaking her head as much as she could without sending herself over too far-.... Then moreso as he continued to only watch her struggles, hyperventilating as he took deep, slow and relaxed breaths until finally she’d failed, and she gasped sharply as she teetered forward, bucking her hips to try and right herself, but-....

A moment after she’d submerged she felt a sharp tug at her rear, and realized he’d caught her by the tail. While elated she’d been saved, the discomfort of it had made her yelp and lose some air, and as she’d find out, he merely wanted to hold her there, rather than rescue her. Pleading eyes looked back at him through the water as she squirmed and kicked, the spreader bar holding those paws too far apart and awkwardly angled to help. So topheavy with chains though, even if she had leverage she couldn’t quite arch her back enough to surface again, and instead only burned energy twisting and straining her torso aimlessly. Meanwhile, her captor merely smiled, getting a wonderful view up between those forcibly spread legs, and gingerly leaned forward to caress a hand along her bare hip, then on back to that plush, petite sized rump of hers. 

She was powerless to stop him, and the touch sent shivers down her spine as she tensed up further, both from struggling to get air and the stress of such unwanted attention. At first, she thought he might just stand up and plow her right then and there until she’d long since run out of air, but though his thumb gently stroked inward, he stopped short, instead clutching and squeezing softly there, digging his claws into her hip as he watched her frantic struggles slowly turning less energetic, more aimless and desperate- as if they’d had much coordination before at all. She thought she was done for, chest already burning fiercely, her whines so wasted and useless underwater-....

Finally though he tugged again, and then wrapped his arms around her naked form to pull her up into his lap again, coughing and choking as she was. Her whole body trembled as she panted and gasped for air again. “Better?” He asked, and the sopping wet dragoness shuddered at first, eyes squeezed shut still, then blinked up at him and shakily nodded. He hummed, stroking up under her jaw again and forcing her muzzle up into a kiss, making her squirm unwillingly as he chuckled softly after. “Feel like talking yet?” She stopped short at this question from him, clearly unable to find a way to process it. She bit her lip, unsure how to answer that, muzzle lowering away in shame as she blushed from the continued touches along her chest as he waited for a reply, then sighed softly. 

“Okay, one more game then.” She tensed preemptively, but to her surprise this time he turned her around and pulled her up further onto his lap, stroking a hand down her spine, one hand firmly cupping her rear as he smirked at her, and she looked uneasily at him. For a brief moment their eyes met, but she looked away almost as soon after, causing him to chuckle as he leaned in to nibble at her neck, then nuzzled up to her ear. 

“As you can no doubt feel, I’m still not entirely convinced how much I want you.” He whispered as he squeezed her hips closer, indicating the lack of a full arousal as he barely prodded at her below, something that made her squeeze her eyes shut as she bit her lip. “You’re gonna get on your knees and beg me to love you, or you’re going to be the most expensive pool decor I ever bought.” Her eyes opened, and she panted hotly as she again began to prepare for the inevitable, nodding shakily. “I quite like those bubbly noises you make, but I enjoy talking more, and I will get my money’s worth out of you one way or another.” He continued, then bit at her ear just a bit too hard to be entirely sexy, making her give a little whine of a yelp. “Understand?” She nodded quickly; she clearly had reservations still about that agreement, but she’d rather not drown here. He seemed satisfied enough with that much, and his tail swished gently as he stroked up her own tail, and unclipped it from its moorings. “Good girl.” Her tail twitched and flicked erratically, barely able to restrain her emotions as she was slipped off his knees, and felt her front grind down his legs, finally taking a deep breath and feeling his hand force her under once more.

At first she kept her eyes closed, as one might when diving into a heated pool, but soon after she had to open them and gaze headlong at his canine shaft and jewels. In truth, she should’ve wanted nothing more than to give either a firm bite with her incisors, but right now the only thing she could afford to think of was entertaining his wicked desires. She exhaled a little to relieve some pressure, then nuzzled her way up between his legs, giving the first ginger lick to that shaft. Fortunately, she didn’t have to worry about taste in the water, but the texture of it was-... Not so bad, actually. She’d done this before, of course, but right now she couldn’t think of the past except for what it had taught her about pleasing others. Lick after lick, she warmed him up, her soft muzzle serving a strange sensation for him as he watched her from above, murring softly as his eyes tried to follow the plush tail he’d released just earlier in the water. It was as if it had a mind all its own, swaying and flicking in a way that betrayed how she truly felt about all this. 

Momentarily, she allowed her eyes to wander upwards to him, seeking feedback as she nuzzled and gently caressed his shaft with her lips next. He only smirked at her, then leaned his head forward and back again, making her abruptly look away. She swallowed the stale breath in her maw, parting her lips and gently closing around his tip, pushing up on her knees to reach high enough to slowly force that lengthy shaft down her maw, straining to fit it all-... Then receiving a bit of ‘help’ in the form of a shove on the back of her head that rammed the red rocket straight down her throat, making her instantly gag and squirm helplessly in her bindings, bubbles lost as she coughed, then whimpered and shivered. Finally he let off though, and she pulled back a bit, then farther as she redoubled her efforts to get him off and get OUT of this pool again, desperate and needy as he clearly was, but in her own way. Her tongue rubbed and lapped along his length in each direction, thrusting her head with growing tempo and desperation, squirming as she worked. She felt his bare paws on her own as well, playing with her and stepping on them for anchoring to aid her attempts, clenching his toes atop hers. Was he tensing up to blow? Was she nearly done? She desperately rocked in deeper motions now, forcing past her gag again and again, unsure how well she was doing or when he was going to let her up, only that this was her best chance at breathing anything but water again. Straining, pushing herself, slowly tensing up until-

“Okay, enough.” Abruptly he’d hooked a finger in the loop of her collar, and pulled her up and off, coughing and gagging as she was, whining and trilling as he gazed down at the half drowned slave girl, then smirked. “Can’t have you blowing my load in your maw, can I?” He hummed softly, continuing to keep all her weight on the metal collar a bit longer, then finally scooping her up into his lap again, his paws pressing on the anchor points of the spreader bar and releasing her cuffs from it finally as he did so. She was a dazed mess at this point,gasping for air as she lay near limp across his lap, not even fully registering how closely her loins were pressed to his eager staff. “...Now can I have my favorite fur dragon?” 

She took another moment, catching her breath and then nodded twice. “O-okay, you win. I can’t-...” She winced a little, taking deeper breaths to try and recover again, and gently the fox patted her back. “I guess I do have-... A contract to uphold.” She sighed, and the fox smirked playfully, tail flicking once more as he watched her own energetic tail swishes. “I see why you kept your tail bound. It’s a dead give away something’s up, isn’t it?” She tried to look away as the veneer of the situation began to wash off in the same manner as the makeup she wore began to reveal the frustrated blush beneath. “...Some people actually like the hard slavery experience, you know.” She mumbled into his shoulder. “Really appreciate it if you stop buying me and instantly trying to break immersion.” 

Slavery was illegal in the silver city. Following the war, the advent of better tracking spells that helped organize forces had also led to the near total annihilation of all trafficking within its borders. No longer was it enough to hide, now smugglers had to pay to mask their goods as well, a prohibitively expensive venture. This would explain why the screen positioned on the edge of the tub showed the cost of contracts, rather than price tags for people. The illusion of the show filled a strange niche in fulfilling fantasies of slavery and slaveplay, giving patrons a chance to feel that same power without actual harm. Inflated numbers and inflated egos both made the bid war feel more genuine, though admittedly little actual inflation needed to happen, as hiring a Companion like Aurelia would still be on par with the cost of a fine meal and then some. Fitting, considering how natural and vital a need as sex and food both were, and how much one might pay for such lavishness as a formally trained courtesan. 

“...I’d say you killed my mood, but you’ve been denying me anything but breathplay since I got here.” The furdragon trilled again, almost pouting as the familiar fox simply gave a short gekker of a laugh. “Mmh, poor mistreated little slave girl. Always ends up with the same abusive master again and again~”

“S-shut up.” Her tail betrayed that enjoyment still, shuddering as she rocked her hips gently. “You gonna just keep teasing me or-...” A frustrated little grunt was heard from her as she couldn’t help but squirm again, that blush now fully visible as she looked up at him with a mix of nervous anticipation and desperation. She knew him, and she knew he might well keep this denial going much, much longer. He might even still drown her- he or the guild could always revive her after, and for an aquaphile like he was, well-... 

A stolen kiss from her crown brought her eyes back up to his, and his hands combed down off her bare back to gently stroke at her paws as she knelt over his lap, gently kneading those upturned pawpads as he pondered what to do with his little desert slave girl. “...Say my name.” He spoke after a moment, smirking with that same mischievous poison as before. “Tell me who owns you, little slave~” She bit her lip, bowing her head lightly. “Y-you do, Kaseiko… My master.”

Kaseiko preferred a more intimate experience than most guests. Many wanted to simply feel the power of a quick fix, or a ‘disposable’ person to abuse and toy with- at least within their contract. The fox preferred something softer, praise and closeness with his slave, treating them like the wonderful luxury they really were to have, and to show them off to the world for the magnificent treat they were-... And to toy with them relentlessly the whole way, time and time again. Make no mistake, she was his and he loved to consider her his own, but his reasons revolved more around the spectacle of it all than slavery or sadism.

At least, sadism outside of abusing their shared kink for breathplay. 

“Wonderful.” He stroked his muzzle along her cheek, ending with another kiss. “My wonderful, beautiful furdragon.” His tail swayed gently as he spoke, and for a moment as he rubbed up against her, it seemed like he might be inclined to actually give her some form of gratification, but again he delayed, growling as he spoke his favorite word to describe her. “Mine.” He murred happily, stroking his claws down her back once more, forcing a little whimper from the all too eager and tortured furdragon. “All mine.” 

She arched her back, shivering as her breath caught, inhaling sharply and exhaling in a whining purr as he spoke to her, hands soon coming to rest on those soft hips of hers, fingers stroking through the thin fur on her rump. “Now then, my little slave… I think I’ve teased you quite enough, haven’t I?” He mused, licking his lips softly once, smirking as he dug his claws into her soft flesh once more, pulling her close and grinding again as he whispered in her ear. “Maybe it’s time I actually make good on all those threats~” 

The shudder that ran down her back next carried a mix of emotions; lust and fear mixing in equal measure as he finally started to rise from his seat, standing with her, his arms around her being the only thing keeping her from sinking again as he gazed down at the vulnerable female. “M-master what’re you-...” She squeaked as he turned her around in his arms, exposing her bare chest to the world once more, his shaft pressed up against her tail, one hand on one of those nearly flat breasts as the other stroked around her neckline gently. He murred as his fingertips felt the shaky, anxious breaths being taken by her now, watching as she gazed down at the water’s surface nervously. Slowly he clawed down her naked body, feeling as her chest rose and fell more rapidly as she hyperventilated. “W-wait, master I won’t be able to-!” She didn’t get to finish the thought before he forced her forward, pulling her thighs up to dunk her face down in the liquid once more, a smirk spreading on his lips as he watched her from above the surface. 

Upturned and face down, she was in a similar position as she’d been in before, with the weight of her cuffs and collar keeping her under-... But now without a spreader bar. The lack of a bar allowed him to take his position behind her as she struggled to try and surface again, taking his time to line up as she arched her back to try and get another breath. 

Admittedly, he was a bit too big for her, but that just made it all the more pleasurable for him as his meaty canine shaft pressed into her tightly, making her wince and shudder, whining into the liquid as her bare paws squirmed, and her tail thrashed once. She’d finally gotten some attention to deal with her arousal, but his forceful treatment left her feeling more abused than rewarded. His hips rocked, pulling on her thighs to force himself in as deeply as he could, ensuring that her netherlips kissed his canine knot before rocking and pulling out a short distance and ramming again. 

He was taking his time to get up to tempo, seeming to garner more enjoyment out of watching the naked female in the pool struggle than he was by ramming her. Nevertheless, he did enjoy feeling her as he throbbed inside her, watching her toes curl and strain, arching her back and splashing at the surface, so close to another breath, yet not quite able to reach without help. Another ram, another muffled whimper from the squirming girl. She tried to kick, to struggle free of her cuffs or arch upward just another inch or two, but with what little breath she’d gotten on the way down, and how slow he was taking her, she was almost afraid she’d start to drown before he got off, let alone her. 

Perhaps that was the point though, riding his slave raw as she struggled for dear life, his tempo increasing as hers decreased, realizing she was helpless and could only hope to outlast whatever game he was playing with her. If he perked his ears forward, he could barely hear the muffled whimper from the helpless slave as he built speed, abusing her once all too eager slit as he chuckled and squeezed at her thighs softly. She tried not to moan, to jealously guard what little air she had, but as he thrust harder once again, she couldn’t help but lose a few bubbles, wincing and straining as her body started to tense, both from desperate attempts to hold on, and her own growing, tortured and forceful lust. Eventually, she had to move again, thrashing, squirming as her back arched again, her lungs convulsing and stomach contracting as she strained, her body defiantly fighting the urge to breathe-...

But one more thrust was all it took to break that fight, and a flurry of bubbles burst forth from parted lips, though it wasn’t clear whether she’d screamed or moaned as he knotted her. Her choking gasps that followed definitely weren’t of enjoyment though, fewer bubbles seen parting her maw as her body rejected the water now flooding her lungs, squirming as his warmth flooded her elsewhere, leaking out into the pool around her struggling legs as he murred in pleasure, taking a breath so deep after it had to be intentional to taunt her. 

She tried to jerk, squirming and bucking as she was knotted to him, mouthing silent words as she gazed up at him desperately, but his eyes were elsewhere, his head rocking back and sighing so happily as he loosened his grip on her legs. She’d hyperventilated to try and prepare for this, to try and last a little bit longer, but as he smirked back down at her slowing, violently gasping form, she realized he wasn’t going to reward her with a rescue this time, and in fact pushed to unseat himself from her, letting her twitching, squirming form float to the bottom of the pool, gasping again-... Then once more-.... And finally growing still, her body relaxing as she lay now lifeless on the floor of the pool, another casualty for a deviant’s tastes… The world slowed for her, and her heart and body did too, she felt vaguely aware of her position, feeling the pool under her nude frame, his warmth still filling her loins-... 

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And then suddenly, light. Warmth and a sudden jolt of consciousness as the stasis ward broke its spell on her. She felt his warm lips on her own, his closeness over her as her lungs filled with fresh air, a burning flame of life igniting within once more-... An uncomfortable one, at that. 

She coughed as the water alchemized in her chest, hydrogen bonds being ripped asunder and fusing into nitrogen to dilute the pure oxygen left behind, her pulse restarting right where it left off as well. It always stung a little, it felt strange to come back to life after having drowned, scary and exhilarating both, but yet-...

As she finally opened her eyes again, panting as she squinted in the brighter lights of the infirmary, she was surely alive. A whining groan of a purr was heard as she breathed, savoring the taste of the dry hospital air, blinking as she finally focused on the smiling fox who sat beside her. “You’re-... You’re not allowed back here…” She panted, smiling despite her words as he gekkered once. 

“Mmh, but then how would I play prince charming and break your spell with a kiss?” He barked softly, and the nurse opposite the bed from him rolled her eyes. He was already dressed again, wearing that same eggplant and mulberry kimono-like robe he often did. He must’ve carried her here himself, she could see a wet spot on his shoulder still-... Though she herself was still damp and naked, laying atop the white sheets of the revival altar-bed. “Besides, you can’t tell a fox no.” 

“I’d argue it’s more just a blatant abuse of your position.” Aurelia retorted, groaning as she sat up in bed, muscles still sore, but rapidly revitalizing. She flicked her eyes to the hanging, glasslike panels of light as she rubbed her wrists-... Then glanced down at the now unchained shackles she still wore, thankful for the padding behind them but still slightly confused. “...You didn’t uncuff me?” She chirped softly. 

“Why would I? You’re still mine, little dragon~” He murred suggestively as he leaned in to steal a kiss from her nose while she was distracted. “It’s only been an hour… And you and I both know you’d be coming home anyway since you’ve already been sold once tonight.” His tail thumped against the chair as he rose, and she trilled softly. “O-okay, lemme get my things out of the locker and get dressed then we can-”

A sudden tug on her collar caught her off guard, and she chirped in confusion as his eyes met hers. “What ever are you talking about, little slave?” He murred. “Slaves don’t get clothes… You’re walking back on a leash~”  She bit her lip, but nodded anyways. “Y-yes master.” She purred softly. 

Fortunately though, slavery was illegal in the silver city… But nudity wasn’t, so nobody would bat an eye at exhibition like this~