Title:           Exchange Rate Anon Ch10
Author:          ExchangeRateAnon
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Chapter 10
 
>You made for a most strange sight, and you were drawing a LOT of attention with your little cadre.
>A tall hairless monkey "walking" a griffon in a bondage suit, accompanied by two princesses, one of which was dressed in an extremely inappropriate manner being followed by a flaming dragon horse thing.
>To be honest, it is making you pretty uncomfortable.
>But you do your best to suppress any sign of that, and focus on getting to the goldsmith to fulfill your promise to Celestia.
>Luckily, anyone curious enough to follow wasn't brave enough to get to close to Annabelinda, whom you had instructed to make it "unpleasant" for anyone who got too curious.  
>Luckily, the types of people who would follow a group like yours happened to be perverse enough that her fire had a greater effect on them.
>But still, you are really being far to conspicuous at this point.  There is a possibility, though slim, that zebra assassins are already after you.
>You are sweating a bit, and it isn't from any magical flames.  Though those seem to be effecting your retinue in differing ways.
>Celestia seems more or less immune.  You wonder if she could actually lay a hand, er, hoof on your Anna.
>That might be a problem.  You don't want her taking orders from the white whorse.  But then, there are the poison pills.  Even after less than a day, Celestia has been strongly conditioned, going so far as to allow you to parade her around in public like the whorse she is.  Before long, she will get to the point where she would never think of crossing you.  The very thought would make her physically ill.  You may need to refresh her memory on the effect of the special pill that you gave her, that her magic would be permanently lost if she attempted to harm you in any substantial manner.
>Like having a half-dragon disembowel you.
>If she were going to try something, she would do it soon, before she falls completely under your thumb.
 
>You look to her sister, who has trotted ahead to walk alongside Godiva, who is straining against your grip on her leash.
>The flames seem to have an affect on both of them, as they seem eager to get further away from her.
>But it's strange, sometimes she seems to be able to fall back in line with Celestia with no problems.
>Just a few moments ago they were making small talk like they were out on a Sunday stroll.
>Come to think of it, it's mostly when she looks at you that she gets into trouble, specifically at your crotch.
>Godiva, however, seems consistently bothered by the heat.
>She is panting quite hard through her ballgag, which she had begged you to put back in her mouth before someone recognized her.
>Not that it would help much.
>She could only hope that any gazes she got from the griffons would be drawn to her exposed nethers rather than her pretty face.
>All in all, though, it was pretty pleasant, despite the slim chance of "certain" death.
>You really enjoy displaying what is yours for the world to see.
>Godiva stops short, and turns to face you.
>Rather, she turns away from a griffon patrol coming down the lane towards you.
"Do you want the blindfold, Kitty?"
>She is blushing as she furiously shakes her head yes.
>She wants it on before they reach your group.
>You smile and pull the leather blinder from your pocket, quickly securing it to her head.
>You decide to have a little fun with her.
 
>You turn back to Anna.
"Anna darling, you can shut off your flames now. Let's see you small and subservient."
>She nods, and her fires rapidly extinguish as she shrinks back into her smallest form, even the gold gone from her fur, leaving only highlights.
>This is her at her most beautiful, the ferocity completely removed from her body, and much more feminine.
>It's a shame you need her for protection now.  Really guard duty is something that should be reserved for men.  A female like her has other uses.
>You purge the thought from your mind and turn back to find the three griffons have walked up to you, stopping at a respectful distance, and are eyeballing your newest slave, their leader.
"Can I help you, gentlegriffs?"
>They manage to rip their eyes away from their Captain's dripping pussy and address you.
>"Sir, we have received reports of someone disturbing the peace with an oversexualized slave and a magical creature exuding a great deal of heat."
"Oh, are these serious offenses?"
>"Well, no-one has reported being injured, but it is a public nuisance.  We would appreciate it if for the good of the griffon enclave here, you would stop it."
"I understand your position, but I am taking my slaves shopping, as I have promised one of them a reward for her fine service, and indeed intend to spend quite a bit of money in your district today.  Perhaps if you would accompany us and keep the gawkers at bay, I could have my qilin hold her fire closer to her chest?"
>The central griffon, who seemed to speak for the group, looked at the other two, who both shrugged, then back at you.
>"Seems fair.  We don't want to inhibit anyone from going about their business.  We just can't have flaming public nuisances running around unchecked."
>Godiva shudders, and the dripping of her vagina surges into a gush, something that the guards notice.  
>They smile at each other perversely, while keeping a sidelong eye on the pervert in the bondage suit.
>You smile.
>This is going to be fun.
 
"We're headed for the best goldsmith in the district, but we seem to have lost our way. Kitty here was taking us there, but it seems she can't stand to be seen by other griffons so she asked me to put on her blindfold.  Perhaps one of you fine Griffs knows the way?"
>"She…doesn't want to be seen by us?"
>This seems to arouse their curiosity.
>Among other things.
>They all drop to all fours, sheathing their short spears.
>You caught a glimpse of pink between their legs as they did so.
>You move to Godiva's side, removing the leash from the ring on the back and placing it on then in the front.
>She can't lead you anywhere while blindfolded.
>With one hand, you pull on her leash, bringing her close, grasping her glistening sex gently with the other hand, and whisper to her.
"I wonder if they will recognize who you are?"
>Her blush deepens, and she presses herself against your hand, trying to get something, ANYTHING to penetrate her.
"You didn't fulfill your obligation to me, Pussy.  You can't lead us anywhere blindfolded and you can't tell us anything about the market gagged."
>She is breathing heavily, trying futilely to get one or more of your fingers inside of her.
>The other griffons are staring at the scene lecherously, but they remain silent, not wanting to interrupt the spectacle.
"You are going to have to be punished for that."
>Her bound body shuddered at that, and she slightly nodded yes.
"I wonder how I should punish you…?"
>You reach behind her, and move her head so that she is facing away from the three guards of the griffon patrol, and remove her ballgag.
"Well?"
>She is breathing heavily, suddenly relieved of the burden of breathing through the tiny hole in her gag.
>"F..fuck me…in front of everyone."
>You smile, and holding the back of her head firmly, you kiss her, and she returns the kiss.  Again, it is strange, but very pleasant, her tongue being more humanlike than you would expect.
 
>Before long, though, she begins to struggle under your oral assault.
>She can only breath through her mouth with the blindfold on.
>You hold her firmly, but allow her to struggle a bit, until she starts to weaken.
"Very well, but you forgot one thing."
>She gasps as you clench the long feathers at the back of her head.
"You are to call me MASTER, you stupid cunt!"
>You release your grasp on her, and slap her hard across the face.  Hard enough to knock her off her balance, sending her to the ground.
>Her talons and wings are firmly bound, so she can't do anything to stop herself from hitting the ground hard.
>You are on her in an instant, grabbing her about the waist, rolling her over, pulling her to her knees, so that her ass is pointing up into the air, facing you, and her face is down in the dirt.
>You rub your hand down her firm ass, before smacking it lightly.
>Her tail moves to the side, as if of its own volition, before reaching around you and pulling you forward.
>Heh, prehensile tails.
>You spare a glance at the three griffons, each of whom now has a talon between their legs as they watch you prepare to mate with your slave for the first time.
>You unzip your pants and drop trou.
>She gasps, trembling as you position yourself, prodding her entrance.
>After teasing her for a moment, you thrust forward, slowly spreading her now gushing vagina.
>You wonder to yourself whether any of the guards will recognize her from her grunts and squeals of ecstasy.
>But you find that you don't care.
>You push further forward, feeling a barrier.  Her hymen.
>She grunts as you hit it, and start to push through.
>Then she screams out in pain.
>You see motion out of the corner of your eye.
>The griffons are openly masturbating now.  
>Their dicks are absolutely pathetic.
>Every one of them.
>Why are all their dicks so small?
>Uh-oh.
 
>Godiva is contorting under you, clearly in quite a bit of pain, but the feeling you are encountering is well worth her suffering.
>You realize that it wasn't her hymen you just tore through.
>It was her cervix.
>You smile as you thrust in, all the way to the base as she cries out in agony and ecstasy:
>"MASTEEERRRR!"
>You don't have time to smile.  Her cervix is massaging your dick like a living vacuum cleaner, teasing your cock, especially the underside, trying its best to extract your semen.
>Her blindness, lack of smell,l or anything to taste has drastically heightened her sensitivity to touch.
>You might have to get her some earmuffs to complete the sensory deprivation package.
>Her body quakes, rocked by an orgasm more intense than death itself, and she goes limp, unconscious.
"That won't do."
>You pull out of her quivering sex and grip her legs and flip her over onto her back before standing up.
>You walk around to the front of her and get on your knees, positioning your cock in front of her beak, and lift her head, and with a single thrust, you force your member into her maw and down her throat, cutting off her air supply.
>A moment passes while you hilt in her throat.
>Beneath the blindfold, her eyes snap open, and she begins to struggle, apparently having forgotten where she was or what she was doing.
>But that's not going to stop you from raping her throat.
>You again grab her firmly by neck so she can't move her head, pulling out just enough so she can't take another breath, then thrust all the way back in.
"Shame on you, Kitty, for blacking out on me before I even came.  If you can't even take a simple punishment, I might not have a place for you in my pride."
>At that, she stopped struggling.
>She seems to have come at least somewhat to her senses.
>You thrust into her again, and again pull out, stopping just shy of what would allow her to breath.
>She convulses as you do.
 
"You will have to have your punishment multiplied for failing me, slut."
>You thrust in again, more slowly this time, drawing it out.
>Her punishment will be her life.
>You hilt inside her throat again, and she is starting to squirm weakly again.
>She's probably about to pass out.
"Now tell me, what should the punishment for your failure be?  If it's not severe enough I'll kick you out right now and take back that suit.  You won't be able to go back to your old life, you degenerate whore."
>You start to pull out, again, slowly.  Agonizingly slowly.  You want to just thrust and thrust until you cum, but there is time for that later.  Now is the time for self control.
"You have until the time I pull out to think of something.  If you can't think of anything, just shake your head no, and you have BETTER NOT TAKE A FUCKING BREATH if you don't."
>You knew this was going to be fun.
>You are slowly, inch by agonizing inch pulling out as she squirms, and just as you get to the top of her throat, you pause for a few brief seconds, and she starts to panic.
>You smile at that, and pull all the way out, clearing your dick from her beak.
>To your amazement, she clamps her mouth shut and and shakes her head no.
>This girl has some amazing discipline.
"Very well, then open your mouth again."
>She complies, shaking.
>You again position yourself in front of her, and quickly plug her throat once more.
>You note that a slight bit of tension goes away, just before the panic returns.
"Hey, you three! Come give me a talon would you?  Hold her down for me in case she starts struggling too hard."
>The three griffons, who had been looking on in wonder, while masturbating quickly dropped their cocks and practically galloped forward so they could lay hands on your beautiful, writhing slave.
>The first one jumped on top of her, pinning her to the ground with his greater weight, and put his talons on her shoulders.  The other two grabbed her legs and pinned them down.
 
>The spreader bar was still attached, so they didn't have to do too much, just keep her from flailing enough that her beak would cut your dick.
>You are really going to have to do something about that.  Maybe grind it down so it's not so sharp? Or maybe get a special ring gag made for her (and your) dimensions.
>The "alpha" of the group was grinding his crotch on her stomach slightly, hoping you wouldn't notice.
>How pathetic.
>Ignoring his tininess, you focus on continuing your breathplay with Godiva.
>You wonder just how much more she can take.
>She doesn't have a safeword or anything like that.  If you are too rough with her, she really could die.
>But what a way to go.
>You have again been slowly sliding your dick down her throat, and meanwhile, instead of just lying there and taking it, or trying to gag some breathe around it, she has resumed her earlier act, and is trying to get you off.
"I like that, my pet, but getting me off isn't going to get me to let YOU off the hook."
>She stops working her throat.
"I didn't tell you to stop."
>She continues, lost in some form of ecstasy you could never understand, but love none-the-less.
>You are in complete and total control of her.  Her very life is in your hands.
>The thought, and the motion of her gullet, make you harden up even more, actually slowing your progress down her throat.
>You're not sure how that makes you feel.  On the one hand, you might just kill her.  On the other hand, you might just kill her WITH YOUR COCK.
>Talk about an ego trip.
>You readjust yourself slightly, and thrust in the rest of the way, hard.
>Her throat continues to massage your engorged dick, hoping that if it can't get air, at least it can get semen.
>But you aren't thrusting enough for that.
>So instead, you begin your slow trip outward again.
>She is starting to shake violently.  You are really worried that you have gone to far, but it's not like she stopped moving or anything.
>Then you notice it.
 
>One of the griffons behind the subtly masturbating "alpha" is "fingering" her.
"Claws off the merchandise, Chickenhawk."
>He immediately withdraws his hand, redoubling his grip on her leg, while the "alpha" spares him a glance.
>"S..sorry."
"I know you are."
>You leave it at that and return your attention to the desperate throat, which almost seems to be trying to suck your dick back in again.
>She's desperate for a lot of things it seems.
>So you give her one of them, and start sliding back in, a bit rougher.
>Beneath the blindfold, her eyes are completely panicked. She thought she would be able to get to breathe after that long stroke.
>But you think she needs a little more time to think.
>You thrust back into her, more quickly this time, before pulling out again to the entrance of her throat and push in again quickly.
>You build speed while her neck muscles hungrily try to tease your precious seed out of your throbbing cock.
>You can see her skin starting to turn blue even through her feathers, the stroking motion of her throat slowing, and her struggles getting weaker.
>You are absolutely on the edge, but you can't risk much more time.
>You hilt in her one last time, and leave it there for a few long seconds, before slowly withdrawing it again, matching the speed of the first time.
"For your sake, I really hope you have a suitable punishment in mind."
>You say this as you reach the top of her throat, you pause there for a moment, letting her feel the fear that you will go back in.
>Under her blindfold, her eyes are starting to roll back into her head, her lids heavy.  She's at her absolute limit.
>You pull your engorged sex out with a *pop*.
>Another long second and she doesn't move or take a breath.
>You were starting to fear that you had pushed her too far when she gave a little cough and began breathing again, with surprisingly little gagging or spittle coming out.  Very clean actually.  Must be the avian anatomy of her throat.
"Well?"
 
>"M..master…" she said weakly, through the harsh and heavy sighs of her trying to regain her breath.
"Yes?"
>"I…don't know.  Anything, I'll do anything you want.  As much as you want. For as long as you want."
>Tch tch.
"That's a bad kitty.  I told you to come up with your own punishment, not to deflect it back to me."
>You consider choking her out some more, but you don't know how much more of that she could take.
"But I suppose I can work with that.  You said you would "do" anything I want, as much as I want, for as long as I want."
>You turn your attention to the three griffons who are practically salivating over your bondage slave, namely the one sitting on her chest holding her down.
"How many people are there in this settlement?"
>"What do you mean? As in live here, or how many are here for the market?"
"Either.  Both."
>"Well, I'd say we've got about 400 permanent residents including us guards, plus another 200 merchants who come in every day, and from 1-4000 visitors and shoppers on a given day."
"I wonder how many of them would like to have a go at this one?"
>They gaped at you.
>"Y..you mean..?"
"Yeah, as in fuck her.  Fill up all her holes with hard cock until she's so covered in semen that she's unrecognizable as a griffon."
>They look at each other, then back to you, and in unison go "Fuck yeah!"
>The "alpha gets up from her chest and kicks the other two away from her legs, and lifts them up by the spreader bar.
"Just a moment."
>He looks up from her absolutely soaking vagina to you as you stand and walk around next to him, your throbbing erection bobbing just inches from his face.
"We're going in order of dick size."
>He took the hint and scurried out of the way, careful not to touch your mammoth (to him at least) manhood.
>You chuckle internally as they huddle together trying to compare their ridiculous inch and a half long dicks to see who goes next.
>"M..master…my gag…"
>She's still concerned about being recognized.
 
"That's just going to have to be a part of your punishment, Diva dear."
>And you thrust your punishment stick into her extraordinarily tight hole.
>Once you're done with her, she'll never enjoy sex with a griffon male again.