The collar

Looking into the box your eyes lock onto a small leather collar which seems to call to your far more than the gems and glittering bits of metal do. You take hold of it offering it up to the shaman in supplication. Part of you wants to roar with anger and throw it back at him but there is another that wants your tiny master to clasp it around your neck marking you as his property.

"She is the Asok. The one who longs to bind herself. The collar is the symbol of her inner servitude. The magic on her weakens with every passing moment by sunrise she will be free and returned to herself. If you desire her eternal servitude you must awaken the Asok within before then. Her own lusts and desires will bind her to you. Completely the ritual of three lusts and bathing the collar in the juices that flow forth. If she then binds it around her neck of her own free will so shall she bind herself to your will."

"No, I don't want that. Please just let me go. We could just fuck until dawn Worm wouldn't you like that." You say feeling the truth in the shamans words and not wanting to admit that part of you longs to do nothing but service the fat chauns cock and feel its bumps caress your tongue or invade your quivering pussy.

"Seek the embodiments earth, water, and air as they surrender to lust so shall she." The Shaman says and Worms nods happily. Eagerly he leads you out of the tent to the open cavern. A line of goblins stand waiting for you idly stroking their cocks which are already dripping with precum. You lick your lips still stained with cum knowing that you were lying to yourself about not enjoying the taste. Part of you wants to experience what tribe can offer now that Worm's command preventing you from orgasming is gone. Part of you wants to run and part of you wants to know where the collar and chaun will lead you.