Zootopia Taming Collar 소설 & 이야기

Inside was a collar. "What is that?" I stepped back. "Your punishment," Lucas sneered. "Since you made Ella lose her wolf, you should feel what it’s like to be powerless. This collar is laced with silver powder and wolfsbane extract. Once it’s on, you’ll feel a constant burn, and your wolf will be suppressed." "You can't—" Lucas didn't give me a chance to fight. He lunged, pinning me down and snapping the collar around my neck.

Something strange is going on here. As I gazed down at her unconscious body, I noticed it, an item that I am very familiar with, something that I could never forget about. It was a shock collar. The same kind of one that the hunters used to use on me during my training. How did her father get one though? I know all about this device. Pasha used to tell me all about it as he used it on me. A device of his own creation, he would tell me. Intended to weaken the beast side and cause insurmountable pain. He was always so proud as he spoke about it. If the subject does somehow become able to initiate a change during the process, the electricity would burn the fur right off. I know firsthand though

I declared, folding my arms. "No, that's out of the question, you are being punished, remember?" He smirked. "Yeah, the punishment," I replied toying with the silver collar placed around my neck. As promised to Rick. I was forbidden from venturing out of the compound, and a silver collar with a GPS tracker was placed around my neck to prevent me from shifting and making a point to the pack. "Rain loved the collar, she thinks it's quite kinky. She has asked Damon to get a similar one for her." I grinned.

"Next, you would advance your submissives to where you are today, commitment collars. Where they are fully trained and are now willing to make a lasting commitment to you two as Dominates. You've already gotten your ceremony worked out and you realize that locking the collar on is a large part of that. Locking symbolizes the seriousness of a lasting commitment. I can order a version of these collars for that with normal locks. She pointed to the ones she had on display. "These, however, are of a different variety These are the last type of collar, a permanent collar." Each collar was a choker style collar with rings of yellow, rose, and white gold. Yellow of the bottom rings that were offset

Pulling something out, he walked towards me, his strides long, closing the distance with only a couple of steps. I frowned at what he was holding. It was a collar. “You need to hide that tattoo,” he told me, stepping closer. “Put this on.” I stared at the collar, my cheeks heating. I didn’t like the idea of wearing something made for pets. As if he could read the expression on my face as easily as he was reading a book, he continued to explain. “It’s for your protection,” he explained. “You need to hide that tattoo.” I was at a loss for words as he put the collar around my neck and fastened it tightly.

Ben corrected, pressing a single button on his tablet, "of employment." BZZZ-CRACK. The sound wasn't loud, but the effect was instantaneous. The metal collar around Valerius's neck—the one he had worn since the beginning, assuming it was a communication device—lit up with a blinding blue arc of electricity. It wasn't a standard shock collar. It was a neuro-synaptic disruptor designed to pacify riot elephants. Valerius's eyes rolled back into his head. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His muscles locked up, turning him as rigid as a board. He convulsed once, violently, and then collapsed face-first onto the metal grating with a heavy thud.

When we finally arrived, Po the Panda rolled across the ground a few times and disappeared into the woods. Ellie and Benny the Elephants rushed over, nuzzling me excitedly. Meanwhile, Tucker the Elephant sent a message to the group chat telling everyone to calm down now. No more revolt was needed. The zoo finally fell silent. Many visitors were injured, and some were still dazed as they staggered toward the exits. Most of the staff had already fled. Professionals, though, had arrived. They carried tranquilizer guns and pistols, moving carefully between the enclosures. Tucker the Elephant ignored them and simply ordered all animals to return to their enclosures. No one was to cause more troub

she barked, voice pure authority. I dropped instantly, heart racing. She circled me, boots thudding. “You’ve been a good little soldier this week. Time for your final test.” She pulled a thick leather collar from her pocket — black with a silver ring and a tiny padlock. My clit throbbed at the sight. “Head up.” I lifted my chin, and she buckled it around my neck, the click of the lock echoing like a vow. “Perfect,” she murmured, attaching a leash. “Crawl.”

“Still not right, even if you had not been through it with Tallulah, you still get the bond and the same feelings as her.” “By the way, the collar she wears isn’t good for her being pregnant, it could be restricting her breathing, you can get others that are less like collars, but still collars,” I explain to him, I have one that would be perfect that I for some reason felt compelled to buy. “I never thought of that, I know somewhere with some so will grab her one..” I nod forgetting the thought of giving him the one I bought. Sitting we talk it gets to four AM and we seem to be in a better position and go to bed, no more arguing and fighting.

She lifted her ponytail, pushing it ahead, giving a free access to the boy. Troy gazed at her backless dress and then at the tempting knot at the back of her neck. His hands itched to pull open the knot, and throw her dress at the floor. Troy opened the tiny lock of the pendent, and planted the pendant on top of her cleavage. "I am so happy that you are wearing this pendant Eva. This is the most precious thing I have kept as mom's memory." He locked the chain at the back of her neck, lightly touching the smooth skin.