Been a while, huh doc? Weird to think it's been over a week since I was admitted. Doesn't feel quite that long. But at the same time it feels like it's been at LEAST a month, and it hasn't helped that I haven't had a good lay the ENTIRE time I've been here. Seriously, I've been fighting off a massive fucking itch deep inside my loins to get my pussy fucking STRETCHED by the biggest damn dick I can get my paws on, and talking about my constant sexual escapades throughout the course of my life isn't fucking helping. But whatever, they aren't paying you to get me laid, so there's no point in bitching about it to you. You'd MUCH rather hear about my time at the whorehouse, right? Got some REAL juicy fuckin' stories from my time there. Hell, if I wasn't afraid of being disappeared, I'd tell you about some of the things your bosses got up to. Oh yeah, they were into some real kinky shit. But so long as that damn camera in the corner is recording every little thing I say and do; yeah that's right you horny bastards, I know you've been listening in on every single fucking bit of my adventures! Not saying shit about things that will get me stuck in a hole in the ground out in the middle of fucking nowhere.

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Now where did I leave off? Hmm... Oh right, dragon's dead, I got brutally raped by the elves that "saved me", and now I was being carted off to the city. I had passed the fuck out from the stress and exhaustion of my assault, but when I woke up the cart had stopped at what I would later discover was the guild hall the elves were associated with. They forced me to get up and had me walk inside awkwardly with chains on my legs and my hands still bound behind my back, not caring one bit that I was still very nude and covered in cum and bruises all over. I was marched up to a receptionist's desk, strange words were exchanged, and I was directed to walk into a nearby room where I had to sit and wait. I would not wait alone at least, as there were several other people of varying races in the room. Most of them female, all of them in various states of dress (or undress), and all of them bound like I was. One by one someone would come in with two armed gnolls, and direct one of the bound folk into another room where they would be assessed and processed by the guild for debt repayment. When it was my turn, it was another lizardperson who had me escorted to a room. He looked me over, touched me all over as if determining my worth, then had me sit down while he asked me questions like who I was, if I knew where I was, what my story was, etc. I told him I had no name (it had been so long since i had been called by the name my parents gave me, and no way in hell was I going to carry on the name the bastard that ruined my life gave me when I ran away from home) and that I was a sex slave for the dragon and kobold the elves that brought me here killed. He nodded, looked over his papers, and told me that while I was free from that life now, I owed the guild a pretty significant debt for services rendered. I asked him what services, confused and a little angry that I would owe anything after his guild members had so brutally raped me. But he told me that there was no proof of that, despite the fact that I was still coated in fresh bruises and cum from the elves. For all he knew, given I had admitted to being a sex slave, my current state was caused by the dragon before his men rescued me, and in my trauma I merely misremembered the circumstances. The ever so subtle smirk he had while talking told me he knew he was spouting absolute bullshit, but I was in no position to challenge him.

Regardless, I owed a pretty hefty debt to the guild for the rescue, the travel expenses incurred bringing me to the city, expenses incurred having me registered as a citizen, guild membership costs since I had to be sponsored by the guild to become a citizen given I was a no name foreigner, and not counting the room and board for the duration of my services or the debt release processing fee of 15,000 gold that total came to about... 300,000 gold pieces, with an annual interest of 15% on any remaining debt, incurred by the month. I had no idea how much that was, but it sounded like a lot. Like an unreasonable amount. But what could I do but sob, having realized I just changed one hell for another? And that raised another question. What COULD I do? Obviously having spent most of my childhood and all of my teenage years until now being little more than a dragon's communal cocksleeve, I didn't exactly have any skills. But I was in luck! The one skill I DID have would serve me quite well in the guild-run brothel, and given what he's seen of me so far, I'd earn a very pretty penny and have my debt paid off in no time!

Gods I was distraught. Here I thought I could finally rebuild my life from the shambles I was forced to live for most of it, but no. I was still a sex slave. The only difference now was who was collecting the money. He had the guards carry my sobbing form through another set of doors where I was expected to get cleaned up, checked out by the guild nurse (and incur another 1,000 gold fee for THAT), and then it was off to the brothel where I would spend the next several years paying off my ridiculous debt. The head of the brothel welcomed me into their place, showed me around while telling me about the services they provided their clients and what would be expected of me as far as schedule and clients went, showed me to my very spartan room (while explaining that room and board would cost me 20 gold a night), and on the way to the mess hall for some food explained how the payment of my debt would work. For every client I serviced they collected a fee of course, of which half of what I earned at the end of the day would go towards my debt to the guild. Half of what remained after that would cover would cover the my room and board, plus the use of the room(s) I serviced clients in (what, did I really expect to use their rooms and filthy up their equipment on the brothel's dime?) Half of what remained after THAT would cover other living expenses I might incur, such as toiletries I required to keep myself clean and presentable for my clients. What remained after that I was free to use to buy clothes or accessories or anything I desired, so long as I had the coin for it. Or I could save it all up and use it to start my life anew when I earned my freedom, whenever that might be.

Since I was new here, I'd start out at about 50 copper pieces per client plus 5 copper per minute to service a client. If I did well enough and earned enough prestige, I could potentially earn as much as 75 gold pieces per client and 5 gold per minute! Now I shouldn't complain; normally new brothel workers were worth only 25 copper a client, but that marking I have made me an exotic case that the clients were sure to enjoy. I asked her what she meant by that, confused that my clan marking would make me worth more money, but she just patted my shoulder and told me not to worry about it. The headmaster also told me I should consider buying some kind of outfit at some point. She didn't like to encourage sampling of the wares, and if I was going to parade around naked I could absolutely expect potential clients to put their hands all over my body. They weren't allowed to outright molest me without payment of course; the guards were supposed to see to that, but some mild groping was just something I was going to have to put up with from the clients, and possibly the guards and other employees themselves. And no, they weren't allowed to fuck me without coin either. Didn't stop half of them from feeling up her workers half the time though. I asked if I could possibly be loaned something in that case, and she just chuckled, telling me that she doesn't believe in handouts either. If I wanted something to wear I had to earn it and pay for it, and with no money to my name that meant I would have to just handle being naked for a while. From what she was told, I was used to that anyway.

Now here was the mess hall. Meals were provided free of charge, but what I got was determined by my prestige, and anything extra cost more. Since I was fresh off the streets and had no money, today's lunch would just be a bowl of bear meat stew. Dinner would probably be meat and potatoes. No I wasn't allowed to perform sexual favors for extra food either. If I'm getting fucked, I'd better be getting paid for it, and the brothel WILL expect its cut of my pay. Anyway, I needed to eat up and get myself situated, and report to her as soon as I was ready to be put to work. And she did expect me to work. No she didn't care if I was still dealing with the trauma of having been brutally raped that morning. that was MY problem to deal with on MY time, not hers. So long as the brothel was open, my time WAS hers, and I'd do well to remember that. 

And with that she continued on down the hall, leaving me standing at the entrance to the mess hall. I nervously walked up to the serving counter, got my food, and didn't even make it to a seat before one of the workers decided to check out the young supple lizardgirl that was bearing all, giving my tits a squeeze from behind and laughing as I dropped my platter on the floor, spilling my soup everywhere. The jackass told me to clean up my mess, before giving my ass a swat and walking off. Gods I was so pissed, and even more distraught. I thought for sure my life couldn't get any worse. At least with the dragon it was just him and the kobold when I wasn't servicing any of his "guests," and at least THEY made sure my basic needs were met. But now I had to struggle to take care of myself while dealing with the leers and jeers of complete strangers, feeling their eyes all over my very naked body, and vulnerable to groping and harassment by anyone and everyone. Worse yet, because I had already gotten my bowl of soup, I was not permitted to get another. It didn't matter that I dropped it on the floor; I had to be more careful. Gods. I just sobbed, and wandered off to a table to cry it out before attempting to find my room and cry some more.

I spent maybe a good 3 minutes sobbing silently, before I heard the sound of a platter being set in front of me. I wiped the tears from my eyes to see that I was being given a bowl of soup, and a chunk of bread. I was shocked. I was wholly expecting to starve until dinnertime. I looked to see who was so kind, and saw an older lizardwoman smiling down at me. She was as naked as I was, but she was adorned with all kinds of jewelry like gold and silver chains that ran from her collar down to piercings in her nipples and clit, as well as along her arms to a couple of gold circlets on her wrists. They complemented her ruby red hide very nicely. It made it look like she was wearing a very sheer outfit. Gods she was beautiful. Probably the most beautiful female I had ever seen. I also couldn't help but notice that she had the nearly the same mark on her belly that I had. The only difference was a series of squiggle lines that connected the bottom of her mark with her vulva was missing. No, not missing, almost barely visible, like someone had tried to cover it up or remove it. I honestly couldn't believe it. Not only was she a lizardwoman like me, but that meant she was like a sister to me as well. I couldn't help but wonder if she might have known the dragon, despite the fact I've never seen her before and the dragon never said anything about her. While trying to choke back the last of the sobs I still had in my system, I asked her if the food was for me, and she nodded, saying I looked like I could use some good food and a friendly face. Unfortunately the food wasn't good, but she hoped her face was friendly enough to make up for it. I couldn't help but giggle a little, her kind words helping to calm me down a bit. I asked if she was sure, wouldn't she go hungry? She just said not to worry about it; she had been here long enough that feeding a distraught young woman was hardly an issue.

As I ate she talked, probably in an attempt to calm me down and try to distract me from how fucking bland the stew was. Almost no flavor except for bear, and without anything to complement it it made the stew almost unpalatable. But anyway, she assumed I was new here, to which I nodded, telling her I was just brought in not more than half an hour ago. She supposed I got the same tour as everyone else as well, with a pisspoor breakdown that barely covered how everything worked. I wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that, but simply nodded when she went over everything the headmistress had, saying she thought so. She said once I was done with my lunch she'd have me follow her to her room, where she'd help me get properly washed up (she could still smell the elves all over me, and those guards do piss-poor work when they're thinking with their dicks,) give me a full rundown of how things worked, and help me get ready for my first shift. She knew I would rather do anything OTHER than prepare myself for some male to use and abuse me, but she was sure the headmistress made it quite clear she expected me to work. What the headmistress apparently forgot to mention was that I could do so willingly, or be restrained and forced to service males (and there were plenty of clients who enjoyed that sort of thing. Given my current smells, she half expected I had quite a bit of experience with that sort of thing... But that's a conversation for later.)

Once I finished my meager meal and put my platter in the dirty bin, I followed the lizardwoman back to her room. I was pretty surprised to see how lush her room was compared to mine. She just smiled and said it was perks of having been here for as long as she had. I asked her how long she had been working here, to which she said tomorrow would be her 30th anniversary here. I was kind of shocked. I asked her if her debt was that steep, and she just laughed and said no, she paid that off quite some time ago. She chose to stay because this was the only life she knew. She was born a sex slave to a group of bandits, and like myself was "rescued" by the guild around my age. Racked up quite the debt for it too. Something around... 500,000 gold? She was in very rough shape when they found her, and the medical expenses were quite exorbitant to get her healthy enough to put to work. But what about me? Given the mark on my stomach she figured I had a similar upbringing. Maybe not born into it like her, but only a sex slave would be given a mark like that. I asked her what she meant by that; wasn't it a mark to signify being a part of a particular clan of dragons, like my adoptive father? The look she gave me when I told her that was so full of sympathy I felt tears starting to well up, and I had no idea why. She told me that it wasn't a clan mark, it was a glyph to keep me from having children, as well as keep me in a constant state of arousal. The bandits that enslaved her forcibly had one just like it tattooed on her until she could get the part that kept her constantly aroused as soon as she could afford it. My "father" had lied to me. She asked me when I got it, and I told her it was around my 12th birthday. She asked how long I had been with my "father", and I wound up telling her how he had tricked me into running away with him, claiming he loved me like a daughter, while constantly molesting me and sharing my body with the kobold he lived with and all his friends, and it wasn't until a few years ago that I realized he had been lying about everything and using me this whole time. She seemed very sad about that, and hugged me close. I wound up breaking down on her again, sobbing while she just held me close and told me to let it all out. It was.. an awkward experience for me, honestly. I was used to having my naked body be in contact with others, but never another female, and ceratinly not another lizardperson like myself. But she was very soft and warm, and her embrace was very soothing.

Once I had regained my composure after a good 5 minutes of nonstop sobbing, she told me to wait here while she drew a bath for me. A good hot soak would do me wonders, and she'd see to it personally that I was properly pampered. I said I would probably be fine on my own, but she was quite insistent that I let her help me. It was more than time I had someone take care of me, and without ulterior motives behind it. Privately I wasn't entirely sure she didn't have any ulterior motives, but it would turn out she was truly playing the role of doting mother to a lost and scared child. The bath was absolutely wonderful. The water was as hot as I could handle, which was a far cry better than the cold dips in whatever body of water was available. The scent of hibiscus in the bath was pleasing to the nostrils, and the delicate touch of her fingers along my bare skin as she helped soap me up was delightful. I couldn't help but wonder how much of it was genuine desire to be touched by someone who cared, and how much was that damn glyph making me horny for someone's touch. I would probably never know. But gods feeling that woman's fingers gently massage the soap into my hide and get the years of male stench out was the most delightful feeling I had ever experienced. I didn't even mind when she'd press her generous bosom up against my back, pulling me up against her so she could tenderly wash my arms, neck, and face. Even when her hands were running over my own breasts, stomach, and thighs I didn't shy away from her touch. It was NOTHING like when the dragon would "bathe" me, with lust in every brush of his vile tongue.

When she was done she had me stand up and look in the mirror. She suspected it had been a very long time since I had seen myself, and she wanted me to see how I had developed into what she said was a very beautiful woman, despite my past. I.. was shocked by what I saw. The last time I had seen myself outside of a murky reflection in the water I was just barely 5 years old. And here I was, 17 years old with gorgeous sapphire blue hide, a creamy white belly and chest, moderate but firm and perky breasts, and moderately wide feminine hips. Gods I had no idea who I was looking at, but was she ever beautiful. I couldn't believe that was me in the mirror. She was much too beautiful for someone who had been tainted and defiled for YEARS. But no, that was indeed me. Those were my hands running over my sides, cupping my breast, tracing the mark on my belly before lightly touching my vulva. That was.. me. I was... happy that I could look so pretty and clean up so nicely despite likely never feeling clean, but depressed that my beauty was wasted on me. I was just a glorified cock sleeve, a living vessel to pump cum into and little else. 

The older lizardwoman felt bad for me, saying she could absolutely relate. She had been raped and passed around for all of her life by a dozen bandits, was beaten often, and kept filthy so nobody would even acknowledge her existence when she wasn't being brutally raped. They had constantly treated her like she was horribly ugly and they were doing her a favor by fucking her disgusting body. The first time she saw herself all grown up and cleaned up she REFUSED to believe that gorgeous woman in the mirror was her. That was far too much beauty for a gross disgusting cum receptacle like her. It took her a very long time to accept that maybe it could be her, and that maybe despite continuing to be a glorified fucktoy she deserved to look beautiful. Not to make light of my past, but she wished they had pretended to care nearly as much as the dragon had with me. But there was no point in lamenting what could have been. The past was the past, and nothing could be done to change it. I had the now to worry about, and the future to look forward to. She felt I had a much brighter future than she ever could; she was born a sex slave, she would probably be a sex worker until she was too old for males to find her attractive, and spend the rest of her days in the brothel looking after younger girls like myself. But she was okay with that. Me? She saw opportunities she had only dreamed of, and it would be a shame for me to waste them. ...and yet I felt I did exactly that anyway.

Regardless, she talked with me for a good while about the kind of things I could expect to do, or have done to me. I was a very beautiful lizardwoman, and once word got around I would likely wind up being in pretty high demand. Most of my clients would likely treat me similar to the dragon or the kobold. I'd be expected to suck them off, or let them fuck my ass or vagina. Some of them might want to put their hands all over my body, and would likely do things like suck on my breasts or "make love" with me. Unfortunately with my history with beasts... there were a few clients who were into that kind of freaky stuff, so I might be expected to fuck a small variety of beasts. I asked if I absolutely had to, and she just sadly nodded. I wouldn't have the privelege of picking and choosing my clients until I had worked here for a few years and brought my prestige up. But on the positive side.. how much was I getting? 50+5 copper? Oh right, the glyph would have me in higher demand. Lots of clients liked the idea of not having to take extra steps to prevent a pregnancy. The guild won't pay the kind of money my glyph costs either for their girls, so my coming with it will make me very popular very fast. But that would mean my prestige would climb fairly quickly, which means I'd be bringing in more money faster. I'd probably be able to start deciding what kind of clients I'd be willing to take in a a couple of years, and potentially be able to refuse clients in a year or two more.

That said, it wasn't like I was expected to take EVERY single client they brought in for me; I was allowed to determine my own hours so long as I met a predetermined quota. What that quota was, she couldn't tell me. It was some arbitrary number the headmistress decided on based on number of clients expected for that particular day. But I could probably expect to service a minimum of 15-20 clients a day. Probably half that today alone. Speaking of, I'd probably better mark myself as available with the headmistress before she comes looking for me. She would probably entertain one or two more clients for the night, but I was more than welcome to come see her afterwards if I didn't want to be alone. She didn't mind, and wanted to make sure I was doing alright.

It was... a rough 8 clients that night. Most of them were just interested in blowing a load in either my mouth or pussy, at least 3 of them wanted me to suck them off AND fuck my ass or pussy, but one of them wanted me tied down while he molested my body for a good 15 minutes, his hands fondling my breasts and thighs, he'd stick his fingers in my pussy and make me lick them clean before kissing me sloppily, and then in the last 3 minutes he fucked me hard and fast, only pulling out so he could blow his load all over my tits and face. He would constantly tell me how I was such a dirty girl, a filthy slut that loved his fingers all over my body, and his fat cock stretching out my pussy. How he wish he could take me home with him and share me with all his buddies. Gods I was such a cockhungry whore, and he was going to treat me like one.

I was so fucking glad when he left, but the next guy was just as bad. Maybe worse. Normally I'd freshen up between clients but apparently this was a special client who was willing to pay extra to enjoy a sloppy used whore. I was still tied to the bed when he came in. He was quick to disrobe and his cock was already rock hard. Gods he reeked as well; I don't think he even knew what a bath was. And I had to deal with his filthy fucking grubby hands rubbing the last guy's cum into my hide. He'd lick the cum off my body and force me into a kiss so he could snowball it into my mouth. It took every ounce of effort not to gag from the stench and vile taste of him. Just feeling his gross mouth slobbering all over my breasts as he humped my pussy made my skin crawl. I was SO glad to hear he was my last client, and the second I was untied I went into the bathroom and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed until I felt like I was going to scrub my hide clean off. Eugh I could not get anywhere near clean enough. Gods I felt filthier than I did when that drake raped me the first time.

Soon as I felt like I could walk around without feeling IMMENSE shame I made my way to my room to cry some more, before deciding maybe I shouldn't spend my first night alone. I still wasn't sure if I could trust the older lizardwoman, but I literally had nobody else to turn to either. I was relieved to see she was not with a client when I knocked on her door. She had apparently just finished with a client, and assumed I was done with mine for the day? Good. Then perhaps I would like another bath? She was just about to draw one for herself, but I was more than welcome to join her. She could use some help getting her back. She'd wash me up in return if I wanted, but she wasn't sure if I was okay with being touched at the moment, given the clients I had to deal with. I told her I wasn't sure, but I wouldn't mind taking her up on that offer for a bath anyway. She invited me in, and once she had removed her jewelry she had me join her in the hot water. Gods the second I was in the water I just felt my problems melt away. Once again the bath was scented, and the light lavender oils she had used was very soothing. She spent a bit of time lathering herself up while I did the same, but it was quite difficult. I couldn't help but watch her, her supple body moving in a very mesmerizing way. The way her arms would move, her hands dancing around her body, the weight of breasts wobbling as she lathered... When she noticed I was watching, she simply smiled warmly at me. I turned away, my face flush with embarrassment, but she said it was alright. She was used to eyes on her and didn't mind if I wanted to watch. It was flattering to her that one as young and perky as I would find her older sagging body admirable. I had probably never seen another naked lizardwoman before today either, so she couldn't blame me for being enamored. So I continued to watch, now and then remembering I was supposed to be washing up as well, until she had turned around and asked for me to get her back.

For the first time in a long time, I was nervous. I had no reason to be, but this was going to be the first time I would be touching someone in a non-intimate manner. And yet it felt VERY intimate. I got the bath sponge nice and soapy, and started to rub it along her backside, with no idea what I was supposed to be doing. I had never washed someone else before, and most of the time the dragon was giving me a tongue bath when I wasn't trying to scrub the shame of the things he made me do out of my skin. I assumed I was doing an okay job since she wasn't saying anything. My pace wasn't too fast, I wasn't pressing the sponge into her back like I was trying to sand it down, and I was trying to be as thorough as I could, until I eventually reached the base of her tail. When I got there she asked if I could do her tail as well? She could get most of it but in her older age she sometimes struggled with the base. I obliged her, gently scrubbing along the length of it, my free hand running along the underside of her tail to help support it for washing. She seemed to like that, given the soft and subtle moans I almost didn't hear from her.

When I had finished, she asked if I was up to her returning the favor? She'd get just my back and tail this time if I wanted. And oh it was a very blissful experience this time, feeling her fingers brush against my backside and underneath my tail as the sponge ever so gently ran over my hide. I may have moaned lightly when she got the sweet spot of my tailbase, and especially when she ran her fingers along the underside of my tail, apologizing profusely when I realized I was getting off to her touch. She just chuckled and said she didn't mind, saying it was probably just because of the glyph. So long as I wasn't bothered by it, but she'd try to be more mindful of that in the future. The last thing she wanted to do was make me feel uncomfortable and like she was trying to take advantage of her like the dragon had. She seemed quite genuine in that at least. I was still on my guard, but I felt like I could at least relax just a little.

Once we had finished with the bath and she had reapplied all her jewelry, she invited me to join her down at the meal hall for dinner. I had to be starving. Since I likely didn't have any funds available until tomorrow (client fees were counted at the end of the day, and payments distributed first thing in the morning) she was more than happy to get me a little treat to go with my dinner. As we walked I couldn't help but notice many eyes on us. The older lizardwoman just chuckled and told me to ignore them; it wasn't often they got to watch two beautiful naked women walk side by side. If I wanted to be cruel, she could do something that would make them lose their horny little minds, especially knowing they could only look~ I asked her what she meant by that, and she just winked at me and whispered at me to moan quietly when she brushed my tail with hers. Gods the whimpering I heard behind us when I did exactly what she told me to do was empowering. Holy shit she was right. The second her tail had coiled seductively around mine and I gave that little moan (which was not acting at ALL, I am embarrassed to admit) the guards behind us damn near came in their pants.

She did warn me however that I shouldn't tease the staff like that too much, and certainly not on my own. They didn't dare fuck with her, but there was no telling if they'd be willing to risk the headmaster's wrath for the chance to repay my teasings. She was dead serious when she was telling me I was a very attractive woman, and several of the less experienced males around here might forget the rules and try to rape me if I play that up unprepared. She would do her best to protect me, but there would be nothing she could to stop extremely horny and determined males from having their way with me, especially if it was because of my actions. I took that advice close to heart. Unfortunately it didn't prevent ANY of them from raping me, but at least the few times it did happen the staff involved were SEVERELY punished for acting unprovoked.

We finally got to the mess hall, we got served a very basic plate of tough steak and potatoes, she had them add a little gravy on mine and got me an orange to go with it on her dime, and we enjoyed a surprisingly tasty meal together. Once we had finished, she invited me to join her in the recreational room where she had a game of cards planned with some of the older workers, unless I'd rather pull some extra work? She laughed when I vehemently said I was NOT interested in that, figuring that would be my exact response. So we went to the rec hall, she introduced me to some of the other girls, they talked and played several rounds of cards while trying to teach me the rules and complementing me on my very beautiful hide and gorgeous form, which made me feel a little embarrassed being talked about so positively. I wasn't used to being so openly complemented by someone not trying to sex me up. 

They were quite friendly though, and it turned out not all of them were sex workers like I was. Three of them were, with only one of them choosing to be as naked as I, wanting to show off her very slinky mink body, the other two tigresses wearing lacy lingerie that complemented each other's outfits (it turns out they worked together, usually putting on a show for clients who liked to watch two girls together. They weren't related, but they played up the incestuous fantasies some of the clients had) but a couple of them like the otter and the caiman actually worked housekeeping, making sure the client rooms were straightened and cleaned and keeping the linens fresh. There was a monitor lizard that worked the kitchen in the mornings. I was kind of surprised to see that some girls here weren't sex workers like I was, but after finding out they had applied here instead of being brought in to pay off a debt it made sense. Far more profitable to force desperate and deeply indebted girls into sex work than have them work normal jobs that other more well off people could do for cheap.

After a few hours though, the game of cards ended and everyone went their separate ways. The older lizardwoman offered to take me back to my room if I wanted to just get some sleep, but offered to let me stay with her for a little while longer if I wanted. She enjoyed the company, and it wasn't often she got to spend time with one of her own kind. She was also curious to hear more about my past, so after accepting her invitation we wound up talking about my past, how I lived among the lizardfolk until I was 8, but hated being treated like a little girl and forced to dress up in girly clothes. Then the dragon showed up and let me be myself, slowly grooming me and getting me used to feeling his claws and tongue anywhere on or inside my body, eventually introducing me to sex and getting me to let a kobold hump me, I ran away from home and the dragon molested me for literal years; I don't need to go over all this again, you already know the stories.

I don't know how it happened, but eventually I found myself snuggling up to her on the bed, with her sitting up and against the wall, my back against her front, her arms wrapped around me gently and rubbing my belly. We were still talking, this time with her going over how her mother had been kidnapped and forced into sex slavery by the bandits while she was pregnant with her. She had begged that they don't touch her daughter once she was born, instead letting them use her however they liked so long as her baby was spared. Fortunately they were very willing to agree to that, at least until she was about 4 years old. Her mother, having been savagely raped and beaten the entire time, was not able to perform as well as she used to, and in frustration some of the bandits decided that she was old enough to learn about the wonders of sex. It was.. a brutal time for her. But I had to stop her when she got to the things they started doing when she hit 12, because holy shit that glyph combined with her soft and gentle touch, the unintentional intimacy that went nowhere in the bath earlier, and the talk of sexual things that happened to both of us was making me feel... desperate. She was very apologetic when she realized what I was going through, saying she'd be more than happy to continue the conversation another day. She also apologized for getting snuggly with me, she didn't intend to make my condition worse, and would stop if I wanted.

And trust me, I did want her to. I was not feeling at all comfortable with the way things were suddenly going. But at the same time, I was getting more and more desperate for the touch of intimacy. Even after the dragon had betrayed my trust in him he still made me feel good physically, and with him getting less and less intimate I was craving it more and more. And though I still hope he's rotting in hell, I was very sad that he would no longer be able to fulfill that craving when I found him dead. The elves were too brutish in their rape, and though I did get off several times when my clients fucked and molested me, none of the clients I serviced I felt even remotely close to for the kind of intimacy my body craved (nor did they give me anything close to intimacy when they did use me.) The only person I felt any kind of closeness to was the one whose arms I was currently embraced in. I felt so safe, yet oh so vulnerable in her arms. I needed her touch, but was terrified of it. And I admitted as much to her, and I didn't know what to do.. I was so desperate for being touched that I knew I would end up doing something I would regret before I even reached my room, and it scared me so badly.

She was very gentle with me, saying she knew how I felt. I had to trust her that the last thing she wanted to do was take advantage of me, especially in my current state. But she could help me, give me exactly what she knew I needed, if I let her. If I trusted her. And I needed to trust her, because she was about to do something that could either strengthen or shatter the bond we had been building. Just trust her, and she would take care of me.

Oh god the war that was being waged in my body as I felt her fingers lightly go from rubbing my belly gently to lightly dragging along my hands and up my arms slowly. I was /begging/ her. To stop? To keep going? To leave me alone? To give me what I needed? Yes, and no. To all of it. I was begging, but never specified what I was begging for her to do. I just kept saying "Please" over and over and over again. And I don't think she would have stopped even if I had begged her TO stop. I was so fucking terrified, but I could not stop my body from screaming in need of her touch while my brain was screaming at my body to make it stop. I could hear the sadness in her voice as she comforted me, telling me that it was alright, that she was there, she would help me. I could trust her. I HAD to trust her. And as she spoke her fingers kept lightly tracing along my arms until they reached my shoulders, then slowly worked down my chest. She very gently cupped my breasts in her hands and lightly stroked my nipples with her thumbs, very softly shushing me and telling me I was doing good, I just needed to be brave for just a little longer. It wouldn't be much longer now...

After quite a few seconds of gently caressing my breasts and stroking my nipples, her hands continued down my stomach and very lightly traced along my glyph with her fingers. They slowly made their way down to the bottommost point of the glyph, her fingers very lightly tracing the lines all the way down to my pussy. I was begging, I was sobbing, desperately crying out for her to stop/keep going, until finally her fingers ever so delicately dipped into the slit of my pussy, one of them pressing firmly but gently against my clit and rubbing it. The sound I made was unlike anything I had made in my life, a mix between a groan, a moan, and a sob as she coaxed not one, not two, not three, not even five, but 10 orgasms back to back out of my body, her very skilled fingers manipulating my clitoris until I was desperately trying to push her hand away. Only then did she stop molesting me, and gently helped me into a sitting position. She hugged me very tightly, telling me it was alright as I sobbed into her shoulder, just thanking her over and over and over again. She was very right. I needed that more than anything, and as soon as the orgasms washed over me I felt such an immediate relief.

She let me cry for almost a solid 15 minutes, while caressing my back and calming me down with gentle words until I was finally brought back into the moment. Once she felt I was going to be alright, she let me go and asked me how I was doing. It took me a bit to answer her, but I admitted that I was doing better now. I hated that I got like that though. I hated that my body forced me into feeling this way. I hated that she was right. But I was beyond grateful that she had helped bring me out of the pit I was tumbling uncontrollably into. She was very glad to hear that, and hoped that this didn't break whatever trust I had in her, but she would deeply understand if it did. After all, she HAD violated me against my will, even if my body craved it more than anything. But no, it didn't break my trust. She recognized that I was spiraling, and knew EXACTLY what she needed to do to bring me back. I couldn't hate her for that; it wasn't her fault I was like this. She was very glad to hear that, and promised me once more that she would never touch me intimately without my permission outside of this VERY specific circumstance. But for the love of the gods, don't let myself get that bad again. If I start getting like this again, tell her and she'll help me any way she can, even if it just meant gently embracing me while I took care of myself.

I agreed, and once I felt ready she helped me get to the bathroom to freshen up again, before offering to help me back to my room for the night. She would have offered to let me sleep with her, but she felt given the circumstances it would be best if I had my space for tonight at least. But if I needed anything, and she meant ANYTHING, to let her know and she'd do the best she could to help me. After all, she felt an obligation as the unofficial matriarch of the brothel to make sure the new folk like me got situated as best we could under the circumstances, and as the only other lizardperson here she felt an extra obligation to make sure I knew I had support from a sister in circumstances. I was very thankful for that, and would be sure to let her know if I needed anything. I had a very strong feeling she would be a very good friend and mentor. I had no idea just how good a friend she would end up being, or just how close we would end up getting.