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Cordalk's First Slave
Story (CW: Non-con)
It's been a couple of years since Cordalk was looking for a slave to have fun with. After talking with strangers into some dark alleys of the Citadel, one of them gave him a curious proposition.
He accepted and he was taken in a strange place where a slave was given to him: 39.
He doesn't know a lot about it, and he didn't really care. The little quantity of information he knew about it was enough. Its name was 39, an ex-chaman of the Flame Legion, now reduced to a number who must serve him. That was enough for Cordalk to have some fun (as well as having a little revenge) with his new toy.
When 39 was given to him, it was already caged, branded, and collared with a metallic one. Upon closer inspection, he found out that the collar was welded shut around its neck and an unknown magic was emanating from the collar.
For his first time with his toy, he took him inside a dungeon and equipped him with various restrains. A posture collar was added over the current one, some shackles to prevent it from misbehaving, a belt meant to hold a dildo that is roughly the same size and shape as the dick of his master and a ring gag. The last one was a bit hard to put on his slave, but this will ensure him that 39 won't try to bite him. He then moved 39 in front of a chair.
"Kneel." he said. But the only thing he received as a reply was some grunting from 39 as he tried to force its way out of the restrains.
"I said KNEEL!" to these words, Cordalk forced 39 to fall on his knees by hitting it in its knees. 39 grunted but complied as he knew that this would only make things worse for him.
"Good..." said Cordalk before grabbing some tools and two little chains. "I'll teach you to stay in place when I say so. And you will stay in this position until I say so."
To these words, he drills a hole in both of 39's horns, making him grunt even more as the vibrations of the drilling are reverberating all over his skull. Once it's done, Cordalk linked his horns with his ankles, preventing the male from getting up.
Satisfied, Cordalk finally sat in front of 39 and grabbed his nose ring before pulling it in direction of his shaft that was already hard and ready to please.
"Now, lick... Or else..." he says while showing the flogger to 39. The slave was a bit disgusted by the order and moved a bit his head from left to right with as much liberty the posture collar wasn't restraining it to move.
SCHLACK
"That wasn't a request! Now lick or I'll make sure that this cage will receive the same fate as your collar!" roars Cordalk before pulling a bit harder on the ring.
39 gulped as he wished since now a couple of months to have his dick freed from this damned cage. After whining lightly to show to its master his compliance and his submission, he finally begins to lick his hard dick slowly with his spined tongue.
"Rrrrmh... See 39, you can be a good behaving pet when you want to... You and I are going to have a lot of fun together..."
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