A Local Brothel

"Halt..." Your captor demands, speaking to both you and their horse. You stop walking as commanded, turning to stare down the dank and dreary alleyway that you'd stopped before. A winding corridor flanked by two stone windowless buildings that rose upward, at the end a prominent red door.

There was the click of cobblestone beneath their feet as your captor dismounted, bringing your attention back to the androgynous armored knight. They wrapped their hand around the rope that lead you, coiling it around their fist until they could almost grab your collar itself. Without a word or a command, they tug on the collar, intentionally pulling down as they begin to walk forward. The result was you being half dragged, struggling to keep up, as you hunched over and were made to stare at the pavement. A few times, you tried to look up, getting a glimpse of a sign over the door, but you were tugged down before you got the chance to read the fine print. You almost rammed straight into the door as your captor stopped to knock.

As you stood before the imposing red door, you craned your neck to look up, finally able to make out the sign. "The Deepthroating Dragoness" was carved into thick black wood in an intricate red font. To the left a scaly woman with the look of a dragon, bent over, gulping down a rather phallic shape as she brushed back her unseen hair.

"The password is rawhide...." Your captor said to the door, causing it to swing open despite the absence of any doorman or bouncer to open it. Beyond was a dark stone corridor with shallow steps leading downward. Torches flickered on either side until the ended before a dark red curtain.

You were dragged down the steps as the door creaked shut behind you. The curtain suddenly was pulled aside, revealing the seedy establishment. Your leash was loosed enough to let you stand and take in the sight. Lanterns hanging from the high ceilings and posts leading up to it bathed the room in a daunting light. A handful of patrons, both male and female of different races, sat at rickety tables in mismatched chairs, drinking from mugs and glasses served to them by scantily clad human and elven girls. All eyes were on a stage built into the back wall where potential clients were shown the options for the night, exotic ladies of the night of all manner of races. A red-haired and well-endowed gnome girl in little more than a chain bikini, a demon-born woman with serpentine eyes and a flicking tail wearing a tight leather dress, a scaly-red woman clad in cloth strips in place of underwear who must have been a namesake "deepthroating dragoness."

Your view didn't last long before you were dragged along, pulled into a side room and dropped into a uncomfortable chair. The door slammed shut behind you as you glanced around the room, an unassuming room with a few chairs and a pair of doors.

"Knight Raine, we've been over this...I only take female captives..." Spoke a female voice. Looking over, to the side, you recoiled as you saw an amazonian woman with faint green skin, an orc. Despite that fact, she wasn't unattractive with strong features, oddly attractive tusks, and firm breasts pushing against her dress, a compariatively conservative outfit in comparison to the other girls.

"Now, now, Grisella, if people can think I'm a man, then I'm sure they can believe that this is a little human slut..." Raine replied, confirming her gender and sending a shiver down your spine.

"H-hey! I'm not a-" You begin before a sudden sharp pain in your cheek quiets you.

"Silence!" Grisella commands, her hand returning to her side after the slap, "I suppose I could train him...and who knows, a few of my regulars might enjoy a virgin femboi to play with..." The two women smirk down at you, causing a shiver to run through you.