Exchange Rate Anon Ch9

Chapter 9:

>"Urp." Celestia groaned.
"Having problems, white whorse?"
>"Master, I'm so full, I need to sit down for a bit."
>You nod that that is fine.
>You are walking the streets of Canterlot, with two beautiful mares, one on each arm, being trailed by your qilin enforcer.
>Life is good.
>Celestia stops and sits down on the hard pavement.
>Luna looks to her sister with concern.
>Her belly is still huge, a reminder of this mornings punishment.
>But at least she is clean.  A testament to her endurance of her punishment.
"Black whorse, you will be my chair while your whorse sister recovers."
>Without hesitation, she lays down behind you, and you sit on her back.
>Such a good whorse.
>But you don't want to build up her ego too much.
>Or get her too dependent on your drug.
>You will have to pick one of the two to remain behind and rule the kingdom while you are away, after all.
"Come here, white whorse."
>Celestia staggers to her hooves and comes as you command.
"Lay down next to me, as I would stroke your mane."
>She complies, almost smiling at you through her discomfort.
>You stroke her long, pink mane gently, petting her long, pretty neck, and scratching behind her ears, to which she coos.
>She is starting to be a good whorse.
>After a bit of time passes, she looks to you, your hand still on her head.
>"Master, I think I can continue now…"

"Very well then.  I have been very pleased with you, Celestia.  You have borne your punishment well, as befitting one of my slaves.  I'd like to buy you something.  Something personal.  Name any personal item that you would like that can be had today, and I will buy it for you."
>She blushes at your praise.
>"Master, I think, it I could have anything, it would be my Royal Regalia."
"I see, is it somewhere within the Merchant Quarter."
>"No, Master, it was taken by the Minotaurs when they bested us, but I think we could have replicas made at one of the goldsmiths here."
>You smile at her.  You were thinking about punishing her for requesting something outside of the range of your generosity, but her request for a replica is well within bounds.
"Very well, let us continue on then, and find the best goldsmith in the Merchant Quarter."
>You rise from your seat and beckon for Luna to return to your side as you continue on.
>Earlier, as you had passed the barricades separating the "Royal Compound", as the princesses called it, from the square, you had gotten strange looks as well as salutes from the guards, as you walked out, a royal whorse on each arm.  It was hard to tell, but you are pretty sure they were saluting you, rather than either of the princesses.
>Now, though, you were approaching the barricade where you had earlier met Godiva.
>This should be most interesting.
>At your approach, you note a griffon flying off away from the barricade.
>Two guards, not the ones you had met before, rush out, surprise clear on their faces.  They hadn't expected to see not just one, but BOTH princesses coming into their domain today.
>You also note them looking at Celestia's distended belly.
"Ah, greetings again to the fine guards of the griffon enclave.  I have come to treat my two slaves here to a bit of fun and shopping in your district."
>Their jaws drop at that.

>The one on the left recovers first.
>"My Lord Anonymous, My Lady Godiva has requested that you await her here, or inside the barricade, as is your preference, as she wished to speak with you upon your next visit.  I don't think she had anticipated that you would have…"
>He looks back and forth between the princesses and your guardian.
>"…so much company…"
"That is fine.  Let us await her inside the barricade then.  One of my slaves…"
>You indicate Celestia.
"…is most weary, and could use a place to rest."
>By now, they had recovered, and they escort you into the barricade, past the heavy artillery defenses, and into an empty room.
>It appears to be a conference room, perfect for humans or griffons, but not so much for ponies.
>One of the guards rushes off and returns with two large pillows for your slaves.
>You take a seat at the head of the table and indicate for Luna and Celestia to be seated on either side of you.  Anna takes a position behind you, only a bit larger than her resting form.  Apparently nothing to worry about here.
>You lean back, cross your legs and wait.
>Celestia lies down, tired from her exertion, but Luna sits up, and you pet her dark blue mane absentmindedly, thinking back to your last interaction with the griffon captain.
>She smiles happily at the attention, halfhearted though it is.
>Before too long, a smiling female griffon comes marching in.
>"Ho-ly shit, and here I thought you were fucking kidding."
"I never joke about enslavement."
>You intone your remark with a bit of humor and a smile.
>She reaches you and extends a talon toward you, which you take and she shakes it vigorously.
>"Gawt damn, when I heard you had managed to buy Gigas' operation without getting smushed or fleeing I thought it was some kind of sheer dumb luck, but now I see that you really have some kind of talent."
>You let your smile grow a little larger.

"Well, I succeeded in recruiting my cute little princesses here, and they have been such good little ponies, I thought I would treat them to a little shopping.  And of course, I wanted to see you again as well."
>Her smile grew seductive in an instant.
>"I see you want to expand your pride some more.  Ponies not enough for you any more?"
>You give her your best steely look.
"They were never enough for me."
>You rise from your seated position and get in her face.
"I need someone a little more…aggressive."
>She blushes a bit, then pushes you back.
>"As if, I was just fucking with you.  I'm not down for interspecies shit."
>She rubbed the back of her neck a bit bashfully and looked down.
>She's lying to you.
>You throw your head back and let out a hearty laugh.
"HAHAHA! You should have seen the look on your face!"
>She pouted a bit before returning to her earlier brave face.
>You are totally gonna get some cat pussy.
>You just have to figure out how to overcome her inhibitions.
>And not get disemboweled in the process.
>You look back at Luna, who has been silently watching the exchange with an amused look on her face.
>"Yeah, what the fuck do you think is so funny, little miss horse slave?"
>"Oh, not much, just your obvious interest in Lord Anonymous."
>Godiva blushed hard.
>"Fuck you, damn idiot pony!  What do you know about anything anyways?"
>Luna just smiled.
>Fuck, you might be falling for that pony.

>But that's no reason not to get your dick wet.
>But for now you decide to change the subject before the levity wears off.
"I believe you still owe me a tour."
>She quickly regains her composure.
>"Sure, Monkey Man, I'd be happy to."
"Then lead on, Bird Pussy."
>She blushed really hard at that.
>"Oh, ha HA."
>You really like this one.  You wonder if all female griffons are like this.
>You glance back, to see that Luna and Anna had risen, and were following, but Celestia was having more trouble.
"You had better keep up, white whorse, or I won't get you your gift."
>She moves a little faster at that, sucking in her huge belly, a pained look on her face.
>"HA!  You're calling the Princess of Equestria a whorse right to her face without so much as a comeback!?  Holy fucking shit, are you like, Supermonkey or something?"
"You should have seen how I made her belly like that.  I think you'd have liked it."
>"Oh do tell.  Surely your kind don't gestate overnight?"
"Oh no, but the piss and semen of a half dozen guards will make your belly stand out a bit."
>She collapses to the floor laughing as Celestia looks down in shame.
>Luna, interestingly, is wearing a small smile.
>Anna is completely impassive, as usual.  Guess she really doesn't care what you do, so long as you can withstand her fire.
>Godiva leads you and your entourage out of the barricade and into the merchant quarter.
>"So I see you've been to Xero's and picked up an interesting beastie."
"Actually, I took over his market."
>She stopped short, a look of horror on her face.

>"What the fuck do you mean?"
>Her sudden change in tone worries you a bit.
"What do you mean what do I mean?"
>"Xero is one thing, but you do NOT fuck with Zeno.  He's the most powerful zebra on the planet.  Fuck Caesar.  Xeno owns him and the next twenty zebras in line for the title.  And he is very fucking proud of his slave markets."
>She gets in your face a bit here.
>"What. the. FUCK. Did you do?"
"Oh not much, I just made a bet with Xero and won.  When he refused to pay up, I made him an offer he couldn't refuse.  And I'll make his father a similar offer if he gets in my way."
>"Look, dude, I don't know who you are, or what kind of backing you have, but you better be Gawt damn well fucking sure of the power of whoever is backing you.  Even the Minotaurs don't fuck with Zeno or his operations.  Zebra assassins are legendary.  No-one ,and I MEAN NO ONE has been able to evade Zeno's death squads, not king or god, understand?"
>You are getting a bit worried at this point.
>You look back at your other two slaves.
>Both are giving you a look like you fucked up.  Like you fucked up BADLY.
>Maintain composure.  This can't be all that bad.
>Celestia speaks up, suppressing a smile.
>"Master, I really think we should move quickly to buy back our magic.  Perhaps we can delay this shopping trip until another day."
>That really spooked you.
>You looked to Luna.  Her face bared a terrible sadness on it, as if you were already dead.
>You might have fucked up.
>You think back.  Xero is still locked up with Eris.  Zizi wrote his resignation letter, but has yet to send it.
>You thought you could badger the old zebra into working with you, but from the reactions of your royal slaves and the apparently worldly griffon, you may have severely underestimated him.
>You quickly think of a plan, but it is going to require cooperation from Eris.
>You smile, much to the dismay of your compatriots.

"Don't worry.  It is all under control.  I have a plan."
>Godiva shrugged.
>"Ok, dude, whatever you say.  It's your funeral."
"I'll make you eat those words, among other things."
>Need to lighten the mood a bit here.
>She smiles back at you, that same seductive smile from before.
>Cat pussy is still on the table.
>You step forward to get the group moving again while you think to yourself.
>Now you have a major problem hanging over your head, but you are not defenseless.  You are a business associate with one of the most powerful creatures in Equestria, if not the world, and you have a crusading dragon-horse who does your bidding without question (and presumably her flames would burn assassins to a crisp from a great distance), and you may well have a chaos goddess' loyalty, if you play your cards right.
>Admittedly, all are problematic.  Two of them had actually been captured by Zebras before (you will have to quiz them on how that happened, and take measures against any methods they use) and the other is largely indisposed due to his work managing your other business.
>As to the issue with Zeno himself, it isn't too terribly pressing, though you will need to deal with it very soon.  You had Zizi hold off on sending Xero's resignation letter until after you had secured Alicorn magic for the princesses again.  You don't know if Zeno has any way of checking in on his errant son, though.  If he is completely reliant on Zizi's communique's, then you could keep up the charade for some time.
>But then, having Eris' confinement matrix set up around your home (as was likely going on at this very moment) may be ringing some alarm bells.
>Zeno might well send someone to meet with their new client, or even come himself to congratulate his formerly worthless son on a major sale.
>This could get bad.
>You need to talk to Zizi, and soon.
>But that is going to have to wait for now, lest you lose face in front of your slaves or a major potential ally.

"So, Godiva, I was hoping to get some nice leather goods for my two new slaves here. I seem to recall mention of a leatherworker who specializes in S&M gear here in the market."
>She raised an eyebrow at your mention of S&M.
>"Yeah, sure, that'll be Gill's place.  It's on this side of the market.  You want to go there first?"
>You lovingly caress Luna's neck.
"Definitely.  I want to put my mares here on fine display.  Afterwards, I will need to visit the finest goldsmith available.  After that, I'd like you to take us around and show us the rest of the place."
>She licked her beak while ogling your slaves a bit before answering.  Seemingly she likes the idea of them in bondage.
>"No problem.  In fact, we're already here."
>You stop short where she stopped, and look up to see that you are standing in front of a fairly regular looking tent, much like the others lining the lane, with a sign out front advertising ""Gill's Intimate Leather Specialties".  You smell a strong, unpleasant odor quite unlike anything you have ever smelled before.
>You wrinkle your nose.
>Godiva notices your discomfort.
>"That's the tannery.  Lots of nasty shit in a huge vat that they throw the skins into and mix up before setting them out to dry.  Come on, lets go in, there's a charm that cleans the interior air in this and most of the surrounding shops."
>You wonder just what kind of animal skin it is acceptable to make leather goods out of around here.
>Guess you're about to find out.
>You step into the tent along with your cohort.
>You suddenly find yourself like a kid on Christmas.  Only with a raging erection and sex slaves.
>There are rows and rows of displays, showing every type and form of binding imaginable for every type of "normal" creature you have seen here so far.

>You are clearly taller than most of the patrons here, and are able to see over the rows of leather goods arrayed on wooden models to see a griffon in the back, adjusting a harness on a pony shaped model.
>He turns and waves as a bell attached to the entrance curtain tinkles, announcing your entrance.
>"Ah, hello!  Welcome to Gill's, tall stranger!"
>He flaps his wings and flies across the tent to land near you, barely missing what you presume is some sort of griffon sex swing, from the models bound within.
>"Welcome, welcome, what can I do for you?"
"I'd like to have you measure my two slaves here and produce a full compliment of S&M gear for them.  You are to use your finest leather and make it so that they do not chafe."
>He is gawking a bit at Celestia and Luna, mostly at Celestia.  Eventually he speaks.
>"My my, I had no idea you were into such things, Your Royal Highness."
>A sly grin shows around the griffon's beak.
>Celestia just looks down, apparently no energy left to argue or complain.
"She has agreed to be my slave, along with her sister, hence my need for accouterments.  And I will have all possible ones, fitted for each of them.  Do a good job, and you will have a great deal more business from me."
>His sly smile changes into a full one, and he bows deeply to you.
>"My Lord, I would be honored, but you should know that I require payment upfront from new customers."
"Name your price."
>"My Lord, for the amount of work and leather you have requested, I will need at least…20,000 bits."
"That is no problem.  You may bill my account with Gigas.  Do so before you begin work, if you want."
>You pick up a leather tail binding and examine it.
"And I will pay cash for what I want today."
>You look over at Celestia, who has gone beet red looking at a model.
>You walk over closer, and she looks away from it trying to feign disinterest.

>The model looks very much exactly like her, clearly designed in her likeness.  It modeled a rather magnificent ring around the base of the horn, restraints on the wings, keeping them flared, and a collar on the tail, which forces it up, revealing the plot and asshole.
>It really is attractive.
>And it seems to have triggered a nice reaction in Celestia.
"I'll have this package for the white whorse here."
>Her blush goes even deeper at you publicly calling her by the moniker she has so throughly earned.
>Then the shock hits her.
>She's going to have to wear those things.
>In public.
>You smile as she seems to try to shrink down into herself.
>This is going to be fun.
>You lean down over her, draping one arm over her shoulder, and placing the other on her still bulging, but no longer distended belly, and whisper into her ear.
"Problem?"
>You give a wide smile, though she can't see it.
>"M..Master, please.  I couldn't possibly wear such things in…in public."
"Oh you can, and you will."
>You grab her by her chin and turn her toward you, and kiss her deeply.
>The kiss lasts some time before she finally melts in to it.
"You need to learn to give up all of your embarrassment.  Let go of your esteem in yourself, and instead only measure your self worth by the greatness of the one who is your master, and by that measure, Celestia, you stand among the greatest in the world.  You must learn to take comfort in that, and take pride when I choose to display your body."
>She looks at you, teary eyed.
>She's so close.  So close to accepting her role.
>Luna comes close and nuzzles her neck.
>"It is not so bad, Tia.  We think you will learn to love it, given time."
>Unexpected, but with this, Luna has cemented her place as top dog of the two sisters, at least in your mind.

>But Celestia doesn't seem to see it that way, she presses back against her, accepting her intimacy, and wipes her eyes.
>Pressed against her sister, as if she was supporting her entire psyche, she nodded slightly at you.
>You smile at her, and gently pat her on the head.
>"Good whorse."
>Both sisters shudder.  The comment was meant for both of them, and both of them got the reward.
>Magic and shit.
>You turn back to the shopkeeper, who is beaming a giant grin at you.
>He turns and invites you further back into the shop.
>"Come, my new favorite customer, so we can get your…"
>He glances slyly at Celestia.
>"…sex slaves measured."
>She blushes and turns away from his lewd glance, suddenly interested in an elaborate halter.
>You silently wave Luna forward to go with the lecherous griffon as you slide up next to Celestia who is quivering slightly, looking well past the model pony face with the halter on.
"See something you like?"
>She started a bit.
>"N..no, Master.  I was just thinking."
"About what?"
>You put your hand on her head and scratch her lightly behind the ears.
>She, perhaps involuntarily, presses her head up into your hand, smiling slightly.
>"About all this."
>She indicates the aisle, entirely devoted to the bondage of ponies.
>"Are you really going to make me wear these sorts of things…in public?"
"Well not ALL of them. But you will be wearing at least some of them."

>You indicate the halter.
"You like this one? I'll buy it for you."
>"Why would I want such a thing?"
>She looks at you, incredulous.
"Like I said, I will buy it for you.  It will be yours.  You can choose to wear it if you like, or you can have your sister wear it."
>You put your finger on the bit.  It's cold, made of what you presume is steel.
"It would be hard to talk with this in your mouth. If you chose to wear it, you wouldn't have to hold court any more. You could abdicate all of your responsibilities, all your cares would no longer be yours.  All you would have to do is be the best slave you can be."
>You wink at her.
>She shudders.
>You have given her the choice.  She will choose whether she wants to rule this land, while Luna accompanies you as your personal servant, or vice versa.
>"I…I…"
You put a finger over her lips.
"Shhhh.  You don't have to decide now.  But you will have to decide before I buy your alicorn magic back. That was part of our deal, remember?"
>She slowly shakes her head yes.  She looks down, conflicted.
"For now, let's try it on."
>You unbuckle the various straps and hold it up directly in front of her face.
>She goes a bit cross eyed looking at it.
>She hesitates for a few moments, then lowers her head.
>You smile as you place it on her, the bit in her mouth, and adjust the straps, tightening them against her skin.
>A moment later you finish your work, and she looks up at you, a strange look in her eyes, like relief tinged with arousal.
"You look beautiful."
>She blushes a bit, and looks down.
>You take her by her chin, and lift her face to meet yours, and kiss her deeply.
>The kiss is instantly returned fully and without reservation.

>You would dearly like to fuck her, here and now, but this isn't the place for that.
>So you break the kiss.
>"Mathter?"
>You chuckle internally at her difficulty speaking with the bit in her mouth.
"I'm going to fuck you, Celestia, but later.  For now, I want to have get you measured so that you can be placed on full display.  Come on, let's get you measured."
>She nodded yes, apparently well aware of how ridiculous she sounds with the bit in he mouth.
>You lead her back the way Luna had gone, noting that Godiva was looking at some rather extreme equipment designed for griffon females, a blush on her lust filled face.
>Interesting.
>You lead Celestia to the back of the tent by the reins attached to the halter.
>God, you love this so much.
>Fuck, maybe you should keep them both like this, and get another slave to rule over the kingdom.
>But that's impractical.
>You quickly get to the back, to find Gill measuring the folds of your midnight goddess slave's pussy.
"Having a good time, are we?"
>He starts a bit.
>"Why ye…er no, My Lord.  I merely need to measure her CAPACITY so that I might select the plugs that are best for her."
>It's funny to watch him squirm.
>But you were fine with it from the get go.  You knew from the second you saw this guy that he was a pervert.  Fuck, you knew from the second you heard about him.  And it makes you hard to play with your slaves this way.
"Plugs?"
>"Why yes, I have a wide variety, and you said that you wanted one of EVERYTHING for each of them, yes?"
>You walk up to him, his claws still on your night goddess, and you grip him by the feathers, hard, lifting him so he is face to face with you.
"Then you give me one of each size then, understand?"
>Annabelinda is instantly at your side, backing up your already imposing presence.
>His feathers start to singe under her restrained fire.
>"Ahh! It's hot!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry my lord!"

>You set him down, and pat him down where he is starting to smoke.
"That is enough, Anna. You can stop now."
>Her fires subside, and she steps back to a respectful distance.
"Now then, you are to treat my possessions with great care, understand?"
>"YES!  MY LORD I…am…so...SORRY!"
>He's practically crying.
>No, he's actually crying.
>You put your hand on his back.
"Now now, it's all right.  You just need to learn to respect other people's things, that's all."
>"I'm…so…sorry…"
>He's sobbing.
>Christ, what a weak faggot.
>You withdraw your hand.
>Fine, you want to lose that badly?
"Now listen up, you little shit.  You are going to provide me with what I want, and you aren't going to charge a fucking bit, or I'll let my dragon horse over there burn you into a cinder, understand!?"
>He nods his head yes rapidly.
>"Yes, My Lord, please, I'll give you whatever you want!"
>You slap him hard across the face.
"Call me Master you fucking worm!"
>"Yes, Master, I'm sorry Master!"
>You aren't a fan of guys, but this one was such a bitch that you had to unleash on him a little.  Amazing how much weight your presence carries now.  Random dudes are declaring themselves to be your slaves without compensation or anything.
"Now, you are going to measure my other slave, and you are going to do it right, understand?"
>"Yes, Master!"
>He sets about measuring her, taking special care to avoid actually touching her.
>He seems to finish, having scribbled notes into a little notebook.
"Now, for today I will have the package we discussed earlier for Celestia, as well as the halter."
>You turn to Luna, who is looking at you with an incredible seductive look on her face, clearly impressed with your display of authority.
"Anything you would like for now, my dear?"

>She turned back toward the pony bondage aisle, and, rather seductively, walked back towards what you recognized as "the panty section" and stood in front of a nice lacy white number, attached via garters to some nice white leggings.
>It would look good on her, against he dark blue fur.
"Alright, we'll take it."
>You then turn to Godiva, who is still in the griffon bondage aisle.
"By way of thanks, I'll buy you anything you want as well.  Well not so much buy as give, since this is my store now."
>You give a dark glance at Gill, who withers away from you while nodding agreement.
>Too bad he isn't female.
>Faggot fuck.
>In any event, Godiva had been ogling a rather extensive bondage suit, clearly meant for female griffons, as it left the vagina completely exposed, while restraining the talons through use of carbiners.  In the case of the model, they were behind the back.
>It was extremely fetching.
>And she was practically salivating over it.
>The ticket price was 550 bits, probably due to all the leather.
"And I'll have this as well."
>You glance over to another model, with a unique sort of ball gag attached, made of solid rubber, with a hole drilled to allow for breathing and potentially breath play.
"And that."
>Indicating the ball gag.
>"Th..thanks Anon…"
"You going to thank me properly?"
>You grab her by the long feathers behind her head and pull her in to a kiss.
>She hesitates, then melts into it.
>It feels strange, unlike any kiss you have ever had, given that she has a beak, but still pleasant.  Her tongue is agile enough.
>She seems to be in ecstasy, having a male take the lead from her.
"Why don'y you wear it home?"
>"I…I couldn't possibly…"
"It covers you completely, no-one would recognize you, so long as you kept the blindfold and ballgag on."
>She blushes.
>Clearly an exhibitionist.
>Not that you are complaining.

"Come on, you can wear it to my home, and leave it there when you return to your duties.  You can come back and wear it any time that you like."
>She is uncharacteristically flustered.
>You put and arms around her, pinning her to the shelves behind her.
"And I'll fuck you while you're wearing it.  I'll even let you become one of my slaves if you want."
>She blushes and looks down, aiding your intense gaze.
>"I…idiot…"
>You let her loose, and pretend like she said yes.
"I'll have this one as well.  She wants to wear it out."
>She tries futiley to stare you down, but the aroused look in her face is one that you simply can't back down from.
>Gill takes the suit off the model and approaches her, weary of you.  You give him a nod, and he helps her into it, clearly avoiding touching her where he desperately wants to touch her.
>You also note the glistening moisture in the one area that the suit doesn't cover.
>The suit is really impressive.  It forces the wearer to walk on two feet, as the talons are bound behind the back, fully exposing the cat pussy from both the front and the back.
>The back is more immersive because the tail is bound up and tied up the back, giving it no room at all to cover her shame.
>This is in addition to the collar attached to a lead, which Gill places in your hand reverently, there is, of course, the ball gag and the blindfold, which he fits on her, as her cheeks flush a bright red.
>She will be depending on you entirely to guide her.
>Looking closer, you note that the blindfold extends down in such a way that it covers her nostrils, forcing her to breathe through the small hole in the ballgag.
>You further note that there are extra carbiners on her back legs, for binding to a bed or to a spreader pole.
>You smile as you take the lead, and remove her blindfold, making clear who it was to anyone who looked closely.

"This isn't our last stop, Godiva. You have to take us to the best goldsmith in town, and then show us the rest of the place, remember?"
>Her eyes go wide in horror, but she is in no position to argue.
>You reach down and massage her glistening vagina.
"Imagine if anyone recognized you walking around like this."
>The liquid is practically pouring from her.
"I wonder what they would think…?"
>She starts bucking into your hand, at which point you promptly remove it, leaving her humping air.
"Now now, not until I say…"
>She looks at you, frustration and desire burning in her eyes, but unable to say anything.
>You turn back to Gill, who flinches under your gaze.
"Get me a spreader pole for her.  One that will let her walk, if slowly."
>He nods rapidly and scurries off to the other side of his, no, your shop.
>You turn back to your new potential slave, and yank her leash, hard, forcing her to bend over, her face in your crotch.
>You unzip your pants and pull out your cock, flopping it onto her face, right between her eyes.
>She goes beet red looking at it, unsure of what to do.
>You reach behind her head and undo one side of the ballgag, allowing it to fall free.
>"Just what the fu…"
>You cut her off by jamming your cock into her mouth.
>You give her a moment to get used to your dick before you grab her by the long feathers on the back of your head, and begin forcing yourself into her. Slowly, inch by inch.
>You take pleasure in the labored breaths coming from her nostrils.
>Her eyes go wide as you move the nostril-blocking blindfold back toward her face.
"You had best make me cum before you pass out.  If you don't, I'm going to leave you like this in front of your headquarters with a "Fuck me please" sign on."
>Sheer terror as you fix the blindfold onto her.
>She begins to desperately suck your cock, moving her head up and down quickly, and hard.

>She's not very good, and the form of her mouth doesn't help much, though the hardness of her pointed beak tracing down your cock does give you thrills.  She seems unable to form a suction.
>She is trying, and hard, to make you cum, but she is clearly inexperienced.
>You guide her head to try to make her focus on pleasing you with her throat, and you note that the gushing of liquid between her thighs has become a practical torrent.
>She is somehow becoming more and more aroused from having your cock jammed down her throat.
>You look back to Luna, who is clopping herself silently at the sight of your display of dominance over the previously strong willed griffon.
"Come over here Luna.  I want you to lick Godiva's pussy for her while she chokes on my cock. You are to swallow all the fluid that comes from there, understand?"
>She nods, seemingly entranced already.
>"Yes, Master."
>She quickly positions herself beneath the heavily bound griffon and presses her face into her pussy, clopping herself at the same time.
>You are balls deep in Godiva's throat, and feel it clench upon Luna's contact, her every ministration seemingly transmitted through the lioness' body and to her throat and thus your dick.
>She seems to be learning quickly, and is now using the muscles in her throat to stimulate you.
>The very thought of it makes you harder.
>She seems to have no gag reflex whatsoever, and is instead using her throat as a sexual organ, it's only purpose to please you, her master, so that she can live.
>You feel the stirring in your balls even before she begins stimulating them with her wings, the restraints for which you had not yet attached.
>You were glad you didn't, it feels very nice.
>Before long, your balls begin to boil over, your hot seed begging for release into some hot, wet hole.
>You thrust into your slut's mouth, pressing her beak to the very base of your cock, and hard, drawing a tiny bit of blood as you ejaculate into her.

>Beneath the mask, Godiva's eyes are a symbol of pure lust, and ownership.
>She gulps down your seed as fast as you can pump it into her throat, greedy like a child wanting candy, the breath accompanied by a shuddering orgasm, originating both from her throat and the ministrations of your night goddess.
>You withdraw your cock, wiping the remaining dribble of cum on her face as you do so.
>She closes her beak and you hear her gulp as she swallows the remainder of your seed before gasping desperately for air.
>You take the ball gag and force it into her beak, making her breath through the tiny hole there.
>The wind whistles as she sucks greedily at it, trying to catch her breath.
>You remove the blindfold, and she starts breathing through her nostrils as well, the look in her eyes one of gratitude, and complete submission.
"Now, do you understand what it means to be my slave?"
>She dazedly shakes her head yes.  You couldn't see the dreamy look in her eyes beneath the blindfold.
"Do you want more?"
>She again shakes her head yes.
"The only way you will ever get more is if you agree to be my slave for the rest of your life. If you agree to be mine, you will never again be a person, but only a receptacle for semen and meat that carries out my will.  Do you understand?"
>She hesitates for a long moment.
>You almost think that she is going to say no, but she suddenly nods her head yes.
>You reach up and remove the ball gag from her.
"Let me here you say it, then."
>"I…I'll be your slave."
"And what else?"
>"I..I'm nothing but a receptacle for semen, and meat that will carry out your will, now and forever."
>You again grab her chin, and pull her up from her bowed position to the level of your face, and kiss her deeply, and passionately.  A kiss that she returns with just as much passion.
>You almost wish you hadn't just emptied your balls into her gullet.  You would dearly love to fuck her right now.
>But that will have to wait.

>You remove the blindfold, tucking it into your pocket, and she looks at you with bedroom eyes unlike any you have ever seen.
>She had pretended to be strong, to be tough, but what she had really wanted was for a man to take control of her, to make her into what HE wanted.  And you had, and now she is yours.
>You take her leash, and lead her out of the tent, and into her new life.