collar?

Her slim hands tentatively reached up to touch the collar and she let out a little cry of surprise as the collar shocked her. It was made to prevent tampering she knew. She’d heard of control collars, illegal magic items that could be used to control others. And she wore one.

Lorn looked about the room. It was opulent and garish speaking of wealth without taste. Pilllows and rugs and tapestries and overwrought beds and ... restraint devices.

Lorn’s ages widened as she stared at another ****, a buxom red skinned antlerred tiefling that was chained and sensually restrained, bent over on her hands and knees as a floating phallus, magically animated, pistoned in and out of her sex. She moaned and grunted in evident arousal, unable to do anything but take it. The tiefling was gorgeous, slim limbs with curved hips and overlarge breasts that seemed unnatural, possibly magically acquired. The site was entrancing and Lorn momentarily wanted to be her. Her own nethers quivered and Lorn knew this body had been similarly restrained and taken and would be again. Her nipples hardened. Perhaps it would be fun? The elf uncomfortably shook off the alien thoughts and looked about at the other girls.