"Come now, i need to make some changes before i can allow you to be my slave, little one..." she releases your breasts and turned away from you. "Follow me~" finally you manage to build up the willpower to try and speak again."N-no! I'm not going to be your slave! I want to-AH!" You yelp sharply as the succubuses tail stabs roughly and swiftly into your cervix, and you feel the bulbous tip prod the side of your womb. "Oh? I prefer you would rather the title 'servant', hm?" You try to respond, but the only sound coming out of your mouth is a gentle moan of pleasure as her tail slides across your womb, followed by a yelp of pai as the tip of her tail stabs into the wall of your womb, throbbing and pulsating as it lodges in your reproductive organ. The slow throbbing pulse of the tail quickly melted the pain to pleasure. "Now, come along, let's get you dressed up like a proper servant~" she quickly walks off further into the mall, her tail quickly pulling taught and yanking on your insides painfully, causing you to yelp and quickly follow after her. You felt like a leashed pet, no way of escaping from the distractingly hot and pulsing spade tip imbedded in you. Her tail was relatively long, so you werent clinging to her, but you were leached to about a meter from her at all times, and you got the feeling that could change at any minute... at least she was pretty. Her body was toned and firm, her thighs and butt showing signs of significant strength under a thin layer of soft fat. Her tail lazily waved its way to your snatch, forming a nice contrast of light purple and bright red, before it wormed through your vagina and into the wall of your uterus where it just kept... throbbing. It felt a lot nice than you were willing to admit, but the succubus could feel your arousal on her tail. Eventually you entered a clothing store filled with brightly coloured leather coverings. The succubus grabs a few items before tugging you to a corner and hands you them. "Put them on, you'll be servant material in no time~" you look down at the fabric, recognizing it as...