Short-Term Consequences In a world where dragons didn't exist, and the highest level of technology was the windmill, it was not surprising that Setta was a kobold alchemist rather than a draconic Mad Scientist. And as the alchemist for a primarily-kobold village right next to a wolf-dominated larger town, she was a very important person among the kobolds. Her potions improved their hunting prowess, their fields, their ability to keep the wolves from getting any ideas about taking kobolds as slaves without proper justification. Unfortunately, her work kept her much too busy to dedicate time to the other regular duty of kobold females - preparing the next generation of kobolds. But she didn't mind; her investigations always turned up such interesting new properties of the plants and stones she acquired. At least, she didn't mind until the day one wolf guard found her hut in the woods and decided to take her for a slave on some made-up pretext of theft. He died in her hut from the vapors she routinely kept in the air there, which she herself had grown immune to. But not before using his greater physical bulk to pin, spank, and fuck her. And let her discover how *fucking hot* she found it to have someone demonstrating their sheer dominance that way. When a trio of wolf guards came by another time, upset that kobold hunters were suddenly outdoing the wolf town by a lot thanks to her new night vision potions, she'd been brewing a truth potion. And breathing the vapors in from that. Which she was not immune to. And so she'd told all three of the wolves exactly what she wanted them to do to her. And they had enthusiastically obliged. And left her tied up so she'd need to be rescued by whatever kobold came by in the morning to check on her... and would still be under the effects of the truth potion by then, so she'd have to reveal everything to the kobolds, too. That had been three years ago. That had also been the last time *anyone* had let her get her hands on a *stitch* of clothing. The three wolves had wrecked both sets of clothing she had, and since she'd blurted out how much she enjoyed being kept embarrassed and exposed, both the merchants in the kobold village and wolf town had deliberately refused to sell her so much as a towel. For two years the wolf guards had come to her hut every week and completely ravaged her in her own home. They enjoyed the process, of course. As did she. Having someone twice her size pinning her against the wall and driving a correspondingly-sized cock between her legs while she was tied up and helpless? It made her pulse race. And then having those fat knots make her pussy *strain* left her literally crawling, unable to feel her legs by the time they finished with her. The wolf guards had, oddly, developed a degree of respect for her along the way, even friendship... in their own rough way. They'd realized that she had potions no other alchemist could offer, and that both the village and town were prospering thanks to her, even when nearby cities were wallowing in poverty. They'd also realized that the kobolds would *enthusiastically* assist with getting their alchemist to put aside her potions and get herself mated and produce a new batch of hopefully-as-talented new alchemists. A year ago, one of the kobold hunters had finally taken that step. He'd pounced her while she was still rubber-leggedly trying to gather ingredients the morning after a wolf visit, tied her up, and spanked her already-sore-and-red ass with all his might until she came, bucking on the forest floor, and then he'd mounted her right there. He'd then brought her back into the village, still tied up, and tied her into a stockade, claiming his prize in an unconventional but apparently accepted way. And 'claiming his prize' meant demonstrating that he was for damn sure breeding her at long last. Multiple times a day. For two weeks straight. With the entire rest of the tribe merrily fondling her defenseless genitals between her new mate's mountings. They didn't untie her until she clearly had a clutch started. And then had a 'helper' go with her to assist with her alchemy until she laid it in the village creche, like every other female in the tribe. It took about three months for the quick-breeding kobold process to complete. At which point she found herself tied up again with her enthusiastic mate proving that he was making up for lost time, humping her for all the witnesses to see. And again with her private parts being endlessly fingered and teased by every passing kobold around, making her squirm and cum vigorously. And thanks to the truth potions they *kept* forcing on her via wedging the vials in under her rear, she kept having to admit how much she loved every minute of it. But the tribe had apparently decided that two clutches was enough contribution for now, and the hunter hadn't taken her straight from the second laying back to the stockade again. She couldn't do her more experimental alchemy when she was stuffed with eggs, after all. So she'd had a few months to get her hut back in order and resume some new lines of research. Until last night. When the wolf guards had showed up outside her hut and grabbed her, snapped a slave-collar around her neck, tied her arms, literally tossed her into a large sack, and carried her off. Then dumped her bare scaly bottom on the floor of what was clearly a little-used courtroom. The head wolf guard was sitting at the judge's seat. "Well, well, well, what have we here?" he said rhetorically. "Looks like a little scofflaw who hasn't been paying her taxes on her sales to the town guards." She tried to protest, but another guard's thick hand gripped her jaws and held her mouth shut. The head guard continued. "That looks like one month of indentured servitude should cover the shortage. Sentence will begin as soon as slave-training is complete. Guilty, sentence imposed, court adjourned." Short-term slavery was a rare thing. Most criminals were simply held as prisoners of the town, put to work in the communal fields, rather than officially being declared slaves... or were officially declared slaves, and then sold off, usually with some brand-mark to ensure they couldn't hide their crimes. Being sentenced to a single month as a slave was strange. At least until they dumped her in a stone-walled room and the head wolf guard was there, grinning down at her. Her arms were still tied up. "And here we meet again. You left us all very lonely for the last year, you know. We can't let you go running off like that without a reminder of what happens if you do." And then yanked a hood over her head, and hauled her tail up, and delivered the fiercest spanking of her life to her scaly ass. She came, repeatedly, as the sting exploded in her bottom. And then he dropped her onto her back and fucked her on the floor, grinding her abused backside into the stone floor while his knot invaded her. He was the first of five. In her hut, they'd never brought more than three wolves at a time. And that was enough to leave her thoroughly sore and wrecked. This time, with five? They kept going until she passed out, her heart racing and body twitching under them. She had a spreader bar clamped between her knees when she woke up, and her arms were still tied behind her back. But now she was tied to a wall in the guard training grounds, with her jaws tied shut and a chunk of cloth wedged in her mouth. Her pussy was still sore... partly because the head wolf guard had just woken her up with a casual swat between her legs. "Good morning, slave," the wolf said, grinning in her face, as his hand moved to rest between her legs, less violently. "Your training has already begun. First lesson is that slaves own nothing - including your cunt. So we're going to make sure you learn that lesson real well before we move on to the next one." His finger curled up inside her, making her mrmmph and squirm in her bonds, face heating. Which made his grin grow wider. "So today, you're gonna practice getting used to having your cunt shown off for everyone to play with." His finger wiggled again. "And at lunchtime, we're gonna take that gag off and you're going to suck your meal out of everyone's balls. But before you suck each cock, you're gonna repeat your new lesson. That line goes 'My slave-cunt is public property, anyone may play with it.'" His thumb stroked over her clit as he grinned in her face. And kept going. His finger pumped firmly inside her. She was so sore down there... but so sensitive, too. She nnnghed into the gag as she came. Her pussy complained, but the climax cracked through her harder than the ache. Even when the wolf kept masturbating her through two more. And they did exactly what he said. She was tied up there like a trophy, getting her privates fondled and fingered all morning long, with laughing wolves mocking her to her face. She couldn't hide her wet, aching crotch, or her stiff nipples. It didn't take long before one of the guards brought over a wooden training dagger and wedged the handle into her defenseless ass. They all kept taking that in and out after that too. It was stuffed into her rear with two furry fingers buried in her privates when they took the gag off and removed the wad of cloth from her mouth. And the head wolf guard grinned expectantly in her face, with the room full of other guards watching. "My slave-cunt is public property, anyone may play with it," she squeaked out, breathlessly. And soon had her face shoved in one wolf's crotch after another, pumping their loads down her throat while more kept molesting her ass and crotch and breasts. By the time 'lunch' was done she was semiconscious again, from multiple wolves getting much too enthusiastic and not paying too much attention to air time. That got her a few minutes' respite. And then back up on the wall being groped until dinner. They repeated that for three more days. Then the next day they left the gag and arm-bindings off, and made her stand against the wall on her own. When she moved to cover herself, she promptly got a mouthful of knot and a lecture, with a belt crashing across her ass. One of many spankings that day. But two more days of that got her to stand there red-faced while surrendering her privates to the whims of the guards. And now it was the 'final exam' of her first lesson. She wasn't in the guard training grounds this time. She was buck naked outside the guardhouse, a leash on her collar hooked up high above, well out of her reach. And the head guard was smirking at her. "Nothing but a perfect score passes, slave," he informed her. "We'll be watching." It didn't take long before the first passerby to stop in front of her. Another wolf, unsurprisingly. "So what's going on here?" he inquired. And her face burned hot as she repeated her lesson. "My slave-cunt is public property, anyone may play with it." The wolf laughed. "Oh! You're that one! Well, of course I'll do my civic duty to help reprimand such a notable scofflaw." Her cheeks were sizzling as she kept her hands clenched at her sides, tamely allowing him to tweak her nipples and spread her pussylips, tracing a clawtip along her inner labia and cupping her crotch, feeling the heat building between her legs. And then he just smirked in her face and walked off. And she stood there, blush screaming across her face, hands clenched, presenting her aroused body to an entire town that evidently was just as in on her situation as the kobold village had been before. It wasn't ten minutes before a laughing group of wolves came over with another slave, a fox who had similarly been stripped of his clothing. "Happy birthday, Dishrag!" one of the wolves chortled. "Aren't we nice? You're going to get to actually use that pitiful little thing for once in your life." The humiliated fox-slave didn't fight back; he bent down to lick Setta's naked pussy on command, and even rubbed himself hard when they ordered him to. And got down on his knees, his face burning in front of her, as his owners made him take his first time in a public street, fucking another slave for their amusement. They made him lick up his mess with a finger up her rear when he finished, too. So at least for about twenty minutes or so she wasn't the *most* humiliated person in the city. Out of a two day 'final exam.' For the rest of the time? Very likely an unbroken run in the top slot, as wolves (and the smaller number of other citizens, and even some of the slaves) freely and repeatedly explored her naked privates. The head wolf grinned at her when the 'test' was over. "Well. One lesson complete. Now for the next lesson." He pointed down at her crotch. "Dishrag played with his on command. Your turn to do the same. The lesson is, 'My hands are public property, they will touch my public cunt on command.' Repeat that and do it." Her face burned bright as her mouth opened. "My hands are public property, they will touch my public cunt on command," she recited, fingers moving to start stroking at her pink, heated crotch, there on the street, leashed to the wall. And the wolf guard laughed and picked her up, back pressed against the wall. "Keep going," he ordered. And she wailed out as he fucked her while making her keep unsteadily rubbing at her stretched folds. He didn't knot her this time, not when he'd have to then stand around waiting afterward to be able to pull free. She was so sensitive after being toyed with all day, and from touching herself with a cock inside her, that she came wildly anyway. It was a month exactly before the guards declared her training complete. And kept her as a guard-slave, using her as a courier on many completely unnecessary trips back and forth across town, with a backpack containing whatever the message was at the time, the spreader bar between her legs to make her take slow, hip-swaying steps, and orders to keep a hand between her legs at all times - mostly fiddling with herself the whole way, unless someone joined in or bent her over. And of course after a month of that, they brought her back to that unused courtroom, tied and gagged again, to inform her that of course her sentence had been a clerical error, since her potions had been donated to the town guard, not sold, and so the tax due was zero. With the apologies of the town of course. And the personal assurance of the grinning judge himself that he'd be pleased to make amends if she had something she wanted to ask for. Which she couldn't respond to, being gagged, of course, but another guard behind her made a zero-effort imitation of her voice squeaking out, "Fucked by the entire court!" The judge was happy to comply, of course, as the wolves bent her over the defense table. And they gave her a *savage* 'apology.' Knots hammered between her legs, cocks went straight from her crotch to her mouth to spend their second loads down her throat, keeping her head spinning from just barely enough air. Until someone stayed in her mouth just a little too long and she blacked out, climaxing. She came to back in her hut again. Sore and naked, but not bound up anymore. She stared up at the roof. Someone had been keeping it in good repair. "I hope they've all got that out of their systems," she rasped, throat sore. Her legs were much too rubbery to stand, still, so she crawled over to her bed to rest more. Art by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/howlart, first posted https://www.furaffinity.net/view/63390319/, along with the Terra Cruxis setting this is based off of (but is not canon to, and has certain differences with); Setta and story © me!