After a few minutes to get his breath back, Dexon thrust into Selena one last time, draining as much cum into her as possible.
"Gildon!" he called.
The old man who'd taken Selena from the auction appeared again in the throne room. "Yes, My Lord?"
"Take Selena to be fitted for her sirik."
"Of course."
Selena gulped, wondering what that meant. She was helped to her feet, then Gildon took her by the arm and led her through a maze of corridors to a dark room several floors down.
"Hands by your sides," Gildon said as a **** approached, wearing heavy chains that connected the collar on her neck to her wrists and ankles. Her wrists were shackled closely together by the chain.
She wrapped cloth around Selena's wrists, ankles and neck, taking note of the measurements. Selena was beginning to realise what a sirik was.
"Do not worry too much," Gildon said as the **** walked away, chains jangling. "Your sirik is more for show, and to remind you of your place, the chains will be light, and you'll have plenty of freedom to move your arms and legs. However... if you misbehave, we can always make them heavier, and more restrictive."
The **** returned with a golden collar and wrist and ankle cuffs, she also had long, thin chains in the other hand.
Selena held up her hair as she was collared. The ring was fairly loose on her neck, the wrist and ankle chains a little tighter. The chains were then connected. Gildon had been right. There was a good three feet of chain between her wrists and plenty more for the other links. Though they did scrape on the floor as she walked, a constant reminder of her position.
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