Baffled look flashed over Wahida face as the D ring is grasped and tugged on.   Eyes going wide as she hears the words of Daxter. 'Is this a collar of ownership?  Do you belong to someone?  Or do you just belong to whoever's fucking you?  Do you want to be my bitch, suck my cock clean and wag your tail for more?'  As he spoke he rubbed is now flaccid cock which he had finally been able to pull out of her.   Rubbing it over her vulva in sensual tease.   It is hard to think, the lust upon her has left her in a state of over sensitivity.   An through he has blown his wad of semen into her with his own climax.   She has not yet reached hers.   Her thoughts chaotic flying through her mind.  Outrage,  along with the base desires that still course through her.   A nether region on fire that still begged to be tamed and cooled.<br/><br/>The answer she did not know.  Did she belong to who fucked her.  Or did she belong to him.   To even consider such a thought screamed and shattered through all her mind.  Her needs vast and great enslave her to the next action she takes.  His words had been lighthearted and fun in the moment.  No not his words,  they had delivered a clear message.   His delivery had stayed her anger and fueled her confusion.   With her burning need,  she squirm from under Daxter.   The cool air of the room only inflames the heat of arousal felt down in her nether region.   She twist around and would lean in and would take in his slimy red hue cock into her mouth. Slimy with her juices and his semen.   She begin to suck on it, cleaning off the juices that coat it.<br/><br/>She had no tail,  not that she had noticed.  Or had one sprouted,  either case she wiggle her ass as she continue to clean his cock off.  Her needs fueling her.   The power so strong in her.  Yet she knew not how to harness it yet.   She was a slave to the power,  and Daxter the benefactor of this very fact.   She truly needed to see and learn from the ancient Owl.   To learn to tap and use the power that now crippled and enslaved her.