The lonely wolf buys you
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- | With the sound of the door to your cell opening, you know the auction is over. You look up at the giant wolf guard, holding a collar and leash, and he says, "Come, slave, | + | With the sound of the door to your cell opening, you know the auction is over. You look up at the giant wolf guard, holding a collar and leash, and he says, "Come, slave, your master awaits." |
You swallow hard and stand before him. The guard fastens the collar around your neck and walks you outside. Normally, human slaves are given rags to wear, but since you are a sex slave this collar is all you'll be wearing for the rest of your life. You are nothing more than a pet. Your master may take pleasure in dressing you up, but it's unlikely. | You swallow hard and stand before him. The guard fastens the collar around your neck and walks you outside. Normally, human slaves are given rags to wear, but since you are a sex slave this collar is all you'll be wearing for the rest of your life. You are nothing more than a pet. Your master may take pleasure in dressing you up, but it's unlikely. |
Current revision as of 03:13, 10 April 2013
With the sound of the door to your cell opening, you know the auction is over. You look up at the giant wolf guard, holding a collar and leash, and he says, "Come, slave, your master awaits."
You swallow hard and stand before him. The guard fastens the collar around your neck and walks you outside. Normally, human slaves are given rags to wear, but since you are a sex slave this collar is all you'll be wearing for the rest of your life. You are nothing more than a pet. Your master may take pleasure in dressing you up, but it's unlikely.
As you exit the slave auction, you see your master standing in front of his car with his arms crossed. You now know why he was denied the company of his own kind. Wolves highly regard strength and agility, your master has neither. He's short, for a wolf, but still head and shoulders above you. He has a large belly, and wears a nice suit. His fur is grey, telling you that he is one of the older ones, and since wolves can live around five to six hundred years, he is at least several centuries older than you. By the look in his eye, you're almost certain he was bullied when he was younger, and his wealth probably came from trying to prove himself to others.
The guard hands the leash to your new master, and you lower your head to him submissively. Your master grunts and opens the passenger side door to his car for you, and you step in.
As your master sits down in the drivers seat, he eyes your naked body carefully. "Let me make this clear. I don't care about your name, I don't care about your family, your life, your likes and dislikes, or anything. I bought you for sex, and that alone. Understand, slave?"
"Yes, Master." you respond.
"Good."