Go to Birch's room (Angie/Hazel)

One of the girls with such a tail, a small blonde one barely older than Hazel and Angie, guided them to what they assumed was Birch's room. They were surprised to find that their bodies seemingly involuntarily complied with the orders of the tail girls.

Like the previous room it was stone, but it more decorated. Three of the walls were covered in tapestries which featured incredibly detailed sex scenes on them. There was also a large throne-style chair with numerous oversized cushions on the floor surrounding it, an oversized bed, and many strange objects that appeared to be exotic sex toys of some sort. In the far corner there was a large basin tub, half filled. Most ominous, however, were the human-sized cages that lined the fourth wall.

“Sit down,” the girl with the tail half-commanded, half-invited them. Thoughtlessly, they both said down on cushions as did the tail-girl. After a brief pause, the tail-girl attempted a conversation. “Hmm, your thoughts are still all foggy, huh?” Angie and Hazel understood her, but somehow couldn't think of any way to respond. They just stared blankly. “Yeah... don't worry that goes away... sort of. It's like you have to re-learn how to think. It's weird but the collar helps. You'll get the hang of it.” She paused again, as though she was waiting for a response. “I'm pretty new here myself... I think... I don't know time gets fuzzy sometimes. You'll learn to like it here.” she said as she shifted uncomfortably, adjusting her tail. “Oh and don't worry, Birch looks scary but he's actually pretty gentle.”

Suddenly she became alarmed, as though she'd forgetten something and stood up, quickly stripping off the sports bra and boy shorts she was wearing. Then she ordered Angie and Hazel into the tub and joined them. She washed their bodies in a detached, businesslike fashion, paying extra attention to their privates. As though entering on cue, Birch arrived just as they exited the bath and were being dried. In Birch's hands he held two now familiar looking collars. “Put them on” he said, giving the collars to the tail-girl. For the first time the girls notice the 2 sharp, pin-like protrusions on the collar.

“This is going to sting a little,” the tail-girl warned them before attaching the collar to them, it actually stung quite a bit more than that. But once it was in the girls both felt no immediate differences, other than the pain in their necks.

Birch then stripped off his shirt and pants, revealing his very large, flaccid tool. Then he sat in his throne. The tail-girl then knelt on a cushion, attentively starting at him. Angie and Hazel reflexively followed suit.

“Get me hard.” Birch commanded of the tail-girl. She quickly obliged, slavishly crawling towards him and grasping his cock with both hands. Then she started trying to blow him as best she could. He was way too big for her mouth but she made an admirable effort, sucking and gagging herself enthusiastically. Birch responded quickly and was about half erect when he grabbed the tail-girl around the back of her head and **** her down, taking most of his length in her throat. She gagged dramatically but he held her in place easily.

When he finally did release her she coughed and gasped and looked quite alarmed. Birch's cock had emerged from her throat rock hard, soaked with her saliva and oozing precum.

“You need more practice.” Birch said. “But not now, get the blonde ready.” The tail-girl nodded demurely and went to tend to Angie. Birch turned toward Hazel.

As Birch approached Hazel felt filled with both a wordless, overbearing dread but also a curious fascination. Although she might have wanted to, she didn't recoil from him as he approached, towering over her kneeling body. He grasped his slick tool, the object of Hazel's fascination, and haphazardly rubbed it against her face, smearing the tail-girl's saliva and his precum all over. Then he rubbed it on her breasts as well, making quite a mess and making her nipples hard. She timidly reached out to touch it when he suddenly took it away.

“None for you yet, Hymen.” He said. In spite of herself, Hazel felt upset. Then, as he turned to Angie, she even felt jealous.

Angie on the other hand, simply felt ****. She had been unable to resist the tail girl's orders and was now tied down to some type of leather bench by all four limbs, with a large plug stretching her rear entrance. Birch stood in front of her, leaving her about eye level with the biggest cock she'd ever seen.

“I heard you like anal.” He said, laughing. Then he turned to the tail-girl. “Slut, you were in her position not long ago, do you think I should explain what's happening or will she not get it.”

“Oh, I dunno...” The tail-girl seemed surprised at being asked her opinion. But, noticing the animalistic fear in Angie's eyes, she made her decision. “I think I would've liked to have known when I was in position...”

“All right, never let it be said that I don't consider a bitch's feelings.” Birch said. “Actually, you explain it to her, slut. You have a better idea of her perspective.”

The tail-girl came over to Angie. “Um... this is hard to explain. First, nod if you can understand me.” Angie nodded reflexively. “Ok, well basically he's going to give you a tail, like this one” she flicked her own tail. “It goes up your rear end...Basically it's a bigger plug than the one you have in now and it's got a tail attached. But before that he's got to, you know, do you in your bottom. I don't know how like, experienced you are, but I was pretty experienced when I first got down here and it still hurt a lot. But you need to be full of sperm for it to work, I don't know why. It's like an ownership ritual, it lets people know that you have a master.” She sighed. Angie, her mind still highly compromised by whatever they did was accepting this madness without a single doubt.

“I'm not describing this well, I know you must have like a million questions and fears, how will you to go the bathroom, how do you control it, and so on, but just trust me it's a lot better than it sounds. Ok?” Angie nodded stupidly. “Oh, one more thing I almost forgot, he's going to knot you, so don't try to slide off.” This made Angie worried. Getting fucked up the ass made perfect sense to her, even in the instrictive, animalistic recesses of her brain that now had command, but getting knotted? That was strange and confusing... How? Why? Her head swam with wordless questions she could not ask.