A change in scenery

I was in deep thought while nudging a cock toy with my nose, pondering on my situation. It seemed that the positive attention given to me by Ribbon had opened quite a few doors in my head, doors I didn't even know were closed. I didn't know what to make of it, but I was more confused than ever. The shroud in my head was clearing slightly and I felt a strange feeling in my chest, like... shame? I thought back on what I had done and winced to myself. Some time passed before I heard a distant door open and close followed by steps coming closer and closer. I perked my head up and noticed that whoever it was had reached our door. It was a thin, and frail ****-boy. His naked frame didn't cover much of the doorway, anyone with an ounce of muscle would be able to barrel past him and escape. Still, I stayed where I was and inspected him slightly. His tiny penis was locked in a bright pink chastity cage decorated with shiny jewelry. His nipples were pierced with tiny jingle bells hanging off of the ends. On his neck he also had a collar which was equally as pink as his little cage, and on it said the word "Slut". He probably wasn't very high up on the food chain, although I knew I wasn't one to judge since I was still below him in every way.

In his hand he held a leash. He was probably nervous judging by how tight he held it. It was not doubt an intimidating place for him, considering how easily he'd be fucked into domestication had he just entered the wrong pen. His eyes darted across my body, scanning me and probably making sure that I wasn't a threat. It didn't take long before his demeanor grew more relaxed and slightly more confident. He probably noticed that in no way could I pose any threat to him, considering how docile and timid I was. Not to mention my feminine appearance along with every sign of being a puppy-**** bitch.

"Uhm, hi." He waved awkwardly, "I was told to come 'fetch' you, Master said-" He cut himself off and turned slightly to the side and spoke to himself quietly, "Right, right. Don't speak to the bitch, just fetch." he took a deep breath and turned back around. This time he didn't speak. He just approached and clipped the leash onto my collar. With a tug I was up on my knees and hands being led down the hall between the pens. I could see all the alpha studs pressing themselves onto the bars, barking and howling at us as we passed. My "new" core instincts told me to cave to their dominant commands and serve each one, but with a leash around my neck all I could do was follow along as the equally scared **** led me onward.

Exiting the pens and being brought through whatever facility this was proved to be quite interesting. This wasn't where I'd been led earlier, no this was deeper into the facility itself. Although it was all impressive and everything, I noticed when lagging behind the **** that his ass was plugged. That might have explained his awkward steps and occasional shivers. Above his ass was a tattoo as well, it read "Bitch #0023".

After crawling through whatever this place was for quite some time, we stopped in front of a door. Inside I heard moans mixed with talking and flesh slapping flesh.