The next morning I woke up with a start, having completely forgotten where I was. It took a moment of panic before I realized I was in MY bed, having passed out shortly after getting back to my room the night before. Groggily I got up and went to the bathroom for my morning piss, then made my way out of the bedroom. It took me a minute to remember the way to the mess hall, only getting lost once. Breakfast this morning was just hard boiled eggs and a bran muffin. Honestly it was pretty basic, but it was a far cry better than the overcooked steaks or that godawful stew. I had completely forgotten I probably could have paid to get a little extra food, but I had no idea how much I had available or where to find out.

Once I had my breakfast I went to go sit down, noticing that the older lizardwoman had already taken a seat and was waving me over to join her with a few of the other girls. Once I got situated she introduced the others to me, telling me that they were also victims of sexual abuse at a very young age, most of them from family. Two of the girls, an otter and a silver fox, wound up being sold to the brothel by their abusers once they got "too old" and had to repay the brothel thrice what was paid for them. One of them, a cow, was like me but instead of running away with my abuser she had been kidnapped; when she was finally rescued several years later her family was unable to pay the exhorbitant fee the guild charged them, so now she has to work off her debt. I was pretty shocked to find all of them were barely even 15, but apparently the rules regarding how old a sex worker could be were pretty lax.

And they weren't the only ones either; apparently at least half of the girls here got their start at 14-15 years of age, either coming from broken households or very poor households who seemingly had no choice but to send off their young daughters to a whorehouse. Though it would turn out that they were sold to the guild who promised to take care of them and give them good honest jobs in exchange for room and board. I doubt many of the parents knew their children were being whored out to gross old men as "honest jobs."

Honestly it was pretty horrifying finding out that the guild regularly took advantage of victims of sexual abuse and people desperate to survive, "rescuing" them from their old lives only to charge unpayable fees so they could work it off at the brothel. Everyone agreed that it was pretty awful, but the older lizardwoman said that there really wasn't anything anyone could do; the guild itself was one of the largest and most powerful guilds in the country. Many of the guild's backers were very influential people who regularly frequented the brothel. The kind of people who could keep certain agencies from prying too much or frequently looked the other way when it came to questionable activities in exchange for some pretty hefty discounts and kickbacks. So no, any reports made end up on the desk of said people and "lost" quite frequently. And as far as anyone is concerned we as indentured servants are property of the guild, and thus only have what few rights the guild sees fit to give us. Even the older lizardwoman can't do much about the injustice. Not to say she is completely powerless however, she has friends among the other staff who tend to let slip about certain... situations that may arise, giving her an opportunity to prevent anything.. untoward from happening to any of the girls. Little did I know I would end up being the target of several of these situations, and though she would be able to prevent most of them, there would be at least once she could not.

Once breakfast was over I went over to the assignment desk to mark myself as available to work and find out how many clients I was expected to service, and I was given a wristlet that contained a small chip I could use to access certain areas as well as to spend what little money I had in my personal account. Apparently I could have gotten that at any point since I started working, but of course nobody thought to tell the fresh meat that. No matter. I wound up getting assigned a room and was told I was expected to service a minimum of 18 clients today. Oh right, I don't think I ever mentioned how they expected things to be done. Honestly, I didn't really understand much until my first full day anyway.

So the way the brothel works is a girl will be assigned a particular room for the day, where they could make any preparations they felt they needed to "entice" clients. Each room had several buttons that could be pressed to tell the staff certain things, like if the room needed freshening up between clients, or to inform the front desk that I was either ready for the next client or if I was planning on making myself unavailable after the next client (whether to use the restroom, freshen myself up, take a break, eat meals, or to sign myself out once I had met my quota.) There was supposedly a button to call for a guard, but I would later find out that half of those don't work, and of those that did they more often than not went ignored. Apparently up in the area where clients could reserve girls they would post pictures of the girls available, and if that girl was ready for a client they would be escorted to the appropriate room. Supposedly clients had to pay a deposit that included the initial fee plus up to an hour's worth of time, and they would get refunded any remaining time they didn't use. Most clients tend to need 15 minutes at most, so on average one could potentially expect to service around 2-3 clients an hour, sometimes 4 if the client didn't take long to get what he needed. Cleaning staff could have a room ready in a couple of minutes, and depending on what the client wanted freshening up myself could be done in 2-5 minutes.

There was also a one-way speaker to inform me of any special requests a potential client may have made ahead of time, so we would have time to prepare. Usually it was little things like if the client paid extra for their chosen girl to wear something (which we didn't get to keep; once we were done we were expected to leave it for the cleaning crew to take care of or if the client themselves provided it, they would take it with them) but every now and then I'd be told to leave myself with the remnants of the last client on me, or to inform me that I was being temporarily taken to a special room for... special clients. I dreaded those requests, because most of the time it was so I could report to the stables for their mount or to the kennel so their pet could fuck me while they watched. Ugh, I fucking /hated/ the beast keepers.

But then there were some times when I'd be called to report to a room I've never seen before for one of their VERY high profile clients, and some of those were honestly some of my favorite clients. Once every few months an ecclectic old dragon would pay VERY good money for several of the girls to spend sometimes upwards of 2 hours just keeping him company. You'd think that I would dread such a client, given my past with a dragon, but that old charmer was nothing like the dragon that tricked me into becoming his happy little cocksleeve. Sure he looked a lot more fearsome with the scars he wore proudly along most of his large body, especially with one particular injury giving him a permanent scowl, but the older lizardwoman who was one of his preferred ladies assured me that he was a giant sweetheart that just wanted some pretty girls he could talk to for a few hours. We'd sit around in a circle of velvet pillows in what would turn out to be a hookah lounge, he'd lay back and regale us with various tales of his conquests and fights while the girls would swoon and fawn over him, and after an hour or so of enjoying a hookah that was probably laced with aphrodisiacs the old dragon would end up with his cock out.

At this point several of the girls would end up tending to his needs, but the oddest part was he would never ask them to, nor would he demand everyone participate. I would later learn that it was just what was done. Nobody was sure if it was ever mandatory, but nowadays whenever his dick would slide out of his genital slit the girls who have experienced him before would fawn over his dick, gently caressing and rubbing and kissing and licking the MASSIVE shaft until he came quite messily with a groan. It was quite the scene, and one I would eventually take part in as well. The best part however was it was like getting a paid break where I wasn't expected to do anything but be eye candy and listen to him talk, and it would count as 5 clients towards my quota as well. I wouldn't always be called upon, but maybe 3 out of 5 times I'd end up being one of his girls. 

Then there was a very odd eastern dragon that I saw maybe two or three times in my entire career. Why was he odd? Well, he was an artist. And he liked to use us as inspiration for his artwork. The odd part was he never touched us either. He just paid an insane amount of money to have us sit pretty or interact with another girl while he filled out anywhere between 3-15 pages in his sketchbook. And like the old dragon, his sessions usually accounted for 5-8 clients towards our quota. The first time I got assigned to him it was apparently a very special request, because I was directed to a room where I was to be marked with body paint. And to my surprise, the older lizardwoman was already there being painted by one of the other girls with what appeared to be tribal markings. Once she was finished, I was directed to sit in the seat and get marked up as well in ruby red and silver colors to match her golden and sapphire blue patterns. Apparently when the dragon noticed I was an option, he HAD to have both of the lizardfolk for a "Mother and Child" type painting, with a tribal feel due to our exotic appearances (it was apparently very rare to see lizardfolk in this particular region; most of them stuck to the neighboring regions in small villages.) While she painted me she told me what to expect, that we would be solely focusing on each other. She would probably end up being very intimate with me, similar to last night, and asked if I would be comfortable with that. If not, she had some ideas that would satisfy their client without making me uncomfortable. I told her I thought I would be okay. She nodded, and told me that she'd tell me everything she was going to do to me before she did it, and gave me a safeword I could use if it turned out I didn't feel comfortable with it.

What followed was probably the most intimate hour and a half I have ever experienced. The dragon sat in a chair with nothing but a pencil and a sketchbook, and directed us to get on the bed and snuggle, touch, and explore each other's bodies. He was looking for something along the lines of a matronly feel, a mother teaching her young daughter about her body, and the pleasures that could be brought to it. Yeah it felt a little dirty putting it like that, but gods I'll never forget how sensous her fingers were on my body, and the great pleasure those digits brought me. It started with the two of us kneeling on the bed, facing each other, with her leading me the entire way. She would gently brush her fingers against my cheek, lightly run them down my sides, teasing my hide with the most gentle touch I had ever experienced as she traced the paints all the way down my sides and to my hips. Eventually I was drawn in for a close hug, our breasts and bellies pressing together as we embraced each other, with her warning me that she was going to kiss me now, moments before feeling her lips press gently to mine. It was... mindblowing, to say the least. It started out with soft gentle kisses, her lips gently pecking at mine, getting a gauge of how I would react, before deepening and involving tongue. A little at first, but as I got more into it our tongues danced a seductive dance inside our maws. Eventually the kiss broke, and as it did our tongues twirled around each other so they would slide against each other as we pulled apart, exposing nearly two feet of tongue between use before they parted.

She then had me kneel in such a way that she could embrace me from behind, angled in such a way that the dragon could get a good view of everything she was doing, including having my tail between her legs, the base of it pressed gently against her cunt. She warned me that she was going to start touching me in earnest now, before her fingers began their seductive dance along the front of my body.  She started with sensuous rubbing of my belly, her fingers gently tracing up the mark on my belly before catching where the tribal paints met and tracing along those, until she finally reached my breasts. She kissed and nibbled lightly on my neck which got me to shiver and moan, my legs quivering and my pussy getting very wet. She cupped my breasts in her hands, gently lifting them before letting her fingers glide along the soft mounds, soon very gently teasing and pinching at my nipples. That made me lean back against her and groan, her pussy sliding ever so slightly along my tail and making her moan softly in response. She spent a good five minutes playing with my nipples, getting me dangerously close to an orgasm, before moving back downward along my sides, her fingers ever so lightly tracing invisible patterns along my sides.

I heard her whisper in my ear that she was going to finger me now, and then moments later I felt those magical digits tracing along my mark again, following the lines all the way down to where it met my pussy. One of her fingers gently traced along the slit, down and up, and down and up, and down and up again before gently pressing it between them and lightly touching my clit. THAT was enough to make me cum right on the spot, a gush of fluids just soaking my legs and the bed I was kneeling over. Worse yet, she bit me gently on the neck when I came, which made me make a sound I didn't think was possible for me to make. I'm not even sure I could describe it, but if I had to it was something like a mix of a moan, a groan, and a yelp, all at once. Holy shit I wish she had warned me she was going to do that, but gods did it feel fucking GOOD. I couldn't help but glance over at the client in embarrassment, but he was still sketching away as the older lizardwoman tortured my body with pleasure. The only real difference between now and when he started was he was VERY erect and dripping on the floor. 

I couldn't focus on that for too long though, because now the older lizardwoman was gently grinding her crotch against my tail while she continued to nibble up and down the side of my neck, one hand gently pressed against my belly while the other continued to rub my clit and finger my vagina until I was softly begging for more. Gods I wanted more. Ugh I NEEDED to her to make me melt with her touch, to bring me to such a powerful orgasm I was seeing stars. Gods I wished she had a dick she could ruin me with, but I would quickly learn she didn't need a penis to pleasure me like no male had ever done, or would ever do to this day. Holy fuck, let me tell you it takes a woman to know exactly what a woman needs. If I wasn't so fucking hungry for dick she would have made me a hardcore lesbian that very day. But I'm getting ahead of myself, and she was only getting started.

After bringing me to several crashing orgasms she had me lean back as she gently guided me to the bed, telling me that she was about to get on top of me and kiss her way down to my crotch, where she would orally pleasure me for a bit. I was welcome to follow her lead if I desired, but it was not required. I had no idea what she meant by that, but I soon fucking figured it out when next thing I know she's crawling over me, those gorgeous breasts sagging over my face for a moment until my vision was filled with her belly, and then her gorgeous ruby cunt. She was soon lying on top of me, gently guiding my legs apart so she could lap at my vagina, her own legs gently straddling my face so I could get a damn good look at what lay between her legs. I had never orally pleasured a woman before, so I had no fucking clue what I was doing, but damned if I wasn't going to do my best to learn. And gods I tried my best to mimic her actions, but holy fuck that tongue of hers was fucking MAGICAL and did things not even the dragon could do to my desperately needy pussy. Worse yet, she was being EXTREMELY delicate about it while it was all I could do to not just fucking FEAST on that ruby red cunt like a starving beast. Gods I was a trembling mess under her expert attentions. I thought for sure I wasn't going to do a good job, but I did manage to get her to cum at least once (though she wasn't quite the gusher I turned out to be, but gods I still got a single shot of her fluids on my tongue and the taste was unlike anything I had experienced before.)

I felt bad that I had to tap out after getting damn near 12 back to back orgasms compared to her maybe 3, but gods I just couldn't take much more before risking blacking out. She was soon resting next to me, her muzzle practically glistening with my juices. She simply smiled warmly at me and said I did quite well when I expressed disappointment that I couldn't pleasure her as well as she did me. She wasn't expecting me to be a master at it after only one time, especially considering the years of experience she had as a sex slave (she was expected to service more than just males under the rule of the bandits) and would be more than happy to help me learn in the future if I was so interested. But for now we just needed to focus on snuggling a bit while the dragon, uh... "finishes up." Turns out he had finished his sketches a while ago, and was just "enjoying the show" while sucking himself off. Holy fuck those eastern dragons were flexible. Once he had finished, he invited us over to take a look at our sketches, and had us pick out a couple that we liked more than the others. He would mark those sketches, and eventually he would show back up with the completed piece, which the brothel wound up buying and displaying in the main hall. It was a beautiful piece that depicted me leaning back against the older lizardwoman with my arms lifted up, my head tilted back while she gently kissed on my neck, her cupping one of my breasts with one hand and gently fingering my cunt with the other, our tails twined together (he had taken a bit of creative liberty and combined a couple sketches, as well as embellished a bit to make the piece more enticing. It honestly looked really fucking good, and I swear I could actually feel everything going on in the painting.

I would end up visiting the older lizardwoman fairly often for lessons in loving ladies. She was an extremely patient teacher too, showing me ways I could be touched that would send shivers down my spine, gently guiding me to touch her in the same ways, helping me discover things I greatly enjoyed while teaching me about the ways she enjoyed being touched and pleasured. I wound up learning that despite being unable to reproduce (and unwilling to raise a child into this kind of lifestyle) she really enjoyed the idea of nursing, to the point of being able to cum just from having her nipples teased and suckled on. They were EXTREMELY sensitive, and she especially enjoyed having her piercings played with (gently, of course!) I was shocked to find out that she could even lactate! It wasn't a lot by any means; it certainly wouldn't be enough to satisfy a baby, but it was still a shock to suddenly get a spurt of milk on my tongue one day when I was really getting into suckling on her breasts. Eventually I would learn to put my tongue to VERY good use, with her practically sitting on my face while I ate her out like one might a particularly juicy peach you would want to savor for as long as possible. [If SOMEONE wasn't such a stiff-backed pencil pusher I'd GLADLY show you just how fucking great a seat my face can be... Nothing, huh? Yeah that's what I thought. Pussy.]

Unfortunately not all of my special guests were as enjoyable as those two. There was one that many of us referred to as the Beast Master that would bring all manner of exotic animals to watch fuck our brains out. Given my history with beasts I wound up being his FAVORITE girl to call on, and he would bring all kinds of exotic beasts to fuck me with. Sometimes it would be just simple dogs, sometimes it would be tamed wolves, once or twice he'd have me fuck a drake. I have no idea HOW he managed to tame a bugbear but gods that was one of the roughest fucks I was subjected to. But his absolute favorite was watching me get railed by his prized possession, a fucking hippogryph. Half clydesdale, half sea eagle. That fucker had claws that could easily cut down to the bone, constantly gouged the floor of the stables, and a fucking cock as thick as my fucking arm. If I hadn't taken so many horses in my earlier days it would have fucking broken me. But GODS that thing was never gentle, and I would end up spotting for days afterwards. And of COURSE the headmistress gave no shits, expecting me to move on to the next client as if I had serviced any other client. Swear to fuck the old hag made sure I got the clients that got off on my discomfort too.

The worst part was even when I COULD eventually turn him down, I opted not to because like HELL I was going to let him break some other poor girl. I fucking hated it, but I knew I could handle damn near anything he paired me up with. Many of the other girls would barely survive a session with that damn bugbear; that hippogryph would have caused HORRIBLE internal injuries to them. I couldn't stop him from requesting other girls unfortunately, but if he was requesting me I could at least ensure they wouldn't fob him off on some other poor girl instead.

Oh, you remember when I mentioned something about the older lizardwoman helping us girls avoid certain.. situations? Well it turns out she has friends among the guards (she had done some favors over the years for them,) so they would tell her about any insidious plots they became aware of involving either the influential folk or the high ranking guild members forcing themselves on any of the girls, usually "enticing" the guards to be suspiciously absent for a while. If she caught wind of it in time, she would invite any of the targets to spend an evening with her so they would be safe. Unfortunately she couldn't prevent all of the attacks, as sometimes the guards she knew wouldn't hear anything until it was too late. Being the new girl, plus being an exotic, I wound up finding myself getting invited to spend time with her at least once a week. When she did let me go back to my room, I would usually find it a mess as whoever tried to rape me desperately searched for any sign of me.

Unfortunately there would be at least once where she did not hear about it in time, and I wound up getting jumped by one of the elves that "rescued" me from the dragon. Knowing fully well that he was NOT a client I tried to scream, to call out for help, but he just sneered at me as he dragged me over to the bed, threw me down, undid his pants, and forced his dick into my mouth. I was really fucking tempted to bite his dick off, but the knife he had in his hand told me that would be a VERY bad idea, so I had no choice but to let him roughly fuck my throat. Once he was ready for the main event, he forced me onto my belly, straddled my legs so I couldn't kick him off, and forced my tail up as high as he could get it. Suddenly I felt him spit against my asshole, and next thing I know he's lining his dick up to rape me anally. No warmup or anything, just forcing his dick into my barely lubed up ass. I fucking screamed in pain as he pushed his dick in. Gods it hurt. And it didn't feel much better when he started thrusting, his foul mouth smacking against my neck and back as he roughly fucked me. I was VERY thankful it didn't take much to get him to cum, because not even a minute later and he's grunting and pushing against my ass as he pumps a load deep into my ass.

Once he was done, he pulled out of my ass, gave it a smack while chuckling to himself, and was out of there almost as fast as he had come in. Gods I felt disgusting. I took a long hot shower, sobbing nearly the whole time as I tried to push out every bit of that sickening load that was left in me and tried to wash the feel of his mouth against my hide until it was stinging. But that wasn't the worst part of it. Oh no, it wasn't enough that I was raped. When I reported what had happened, I was told that because I had sex without collecting payment, the money he SHOULD have paid would be coming out of my account. I tried to argue that I was RAPED, but I was told that if I was being raped I should have called for help. None of the guards reported anything of the sort. Besides, how can you rape a slut that has sex for money? Gods I was so fucking distraught. I wound up seeking out the older lizardwoman for comfort, and boy was she pissed when she found out what happened. She regretted that there was nothing she could do either except comfort me. And really, there WAS nothing she could do. She had eyes and ears among the halls, but unfortunately they couldn't see or hear everything that was going on. I couldn't fault her for that. 

Eventually though I would end up earning my freedom after 3 years of working there. My being an "exotic" with this damned tattoo that kept me sterile and horny as fuck made me super popular, and it wasn't long before I was earning actual gold coin instead of coppers or silvers. I would end up staying there a couple more years however, wanting to make sure I had enough coin to get my new life started. Little did I know I would end up wasting that when I met this charming young bull who, upon hearing that I was going to be quitting soon, offered to introduce me to his night club where I could party and celebrate the start of my new life. For a client he didn't seem too sleazy, so I stupidly took him up on his offer. But not before getting that damned tattoo modified so I wasn't fucking craving dick 24/7. Jokes on me though, I had it for so long I don't need that fucking squiggle to keep my pussy juices flowing. Gods my panties are already fucking DRENCHED.

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Fuck, time already? I barely even got to my first taste of actual freedom. Good thing for you I've still got a couple days here, or you'd never get to hear about the really juicy details about my party life. Gods those were some of the best and equally the worst times of my life. Ah well, time to jerk off for the cameras again, give the fucking perverts behind the screens something to fuel their wet dreams tonight. If you hurry you might make it to the security office in time for my explosive climax! Don't dawdle or you'll miss it!

...gods I need to get laid so fucking bad. Hopefully that minotaur hunk is still bouncing at the club when I get out of here. Give him something to bounce his balls against, that's for fucking sure.