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My Slave and Pets (Veras & Trinity)

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Veras

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Veras had bought the new girl a day ago, and now was simply waiting for her to wake up from the anesthesia she had been put under in order to avoid the conflict with caging her and hauling her away. The girl's cage was next to his plush chair that he now sat in, eating a plate of pancakes. It was 8 in the morning. His German Shepard was sitting to his right, obediently and loyally, appearing to pay attention to the tv as much as his master was.

Veras was taller than most, but still on the average side, his dirty blond hair just cut short of shoulder length, so it was comfortable without being too long or too short, garbed in a black tank top under a charcoal colored informal dress shirt and blue jeans.

The dog, named Kayden was sitting back on his haunches, a thick black coat covering most of his body, fading to a dark brown at the tip of his muzzle and at each paw.
 
Her body ached and, for a small moment, she couldn't help but imagine the smell of pancakes. It was only her imagination though, considering she hadn't been fed pancakes since she was twelve, the day before she was kidnapped from her home and sold to the slavers. She groaned and moved her body slightly, feeling the ache once more. She heard a light pop coming from her shoulders and toes, proving that she'd been sleeping for a while. She stood up, well tried, before she realized her was in a cage. "What the hell?" she whispered to herself, looking around the room she was in.

Her long curls cascaded down her pale lily colored back and her red lips were pretty enough without a plumper or lipstick added. Yes, she was the definition of beautiful and her name was Vivienne. "Who are you?" She questioned looking at the man beside her and then looking at the dog as well. A lump formed as she took a slight step back before tripping and falling, trying to catch herself but failing horribly. You see, Vivienne's fatal flaw wasn't that she wasn't smart or quick enough it was that she was extremely clumsy. When she fell, however, she did notice something odd. A small tinkling sound.

"Ow," She whispered before placing her hand at her chest. Her breasts, they were a c cup at worst, plucked out a bit under the small piece of clothing she wore. That wasn't what caught her attention but what did was the collar on her neck. It was funny how well it matched her skin tone, being a deep emerald green with golden 'sparkles' on it. Vivienne then turned her attention back to the man and a revelation seemed to appear on her face. "Master. . ." She simply said, a gasp in her voice.
 
The man's lips gave a soft curl at the sound of his new title being whispered by the girl newly awakened in her cage, though his fork was still working at cutting the stack of pancakes into small, bite-sized "V"s that would fit easily into his mouth for him to chew.

He knew that the girl had woken up, probably before she had, considering Kayden's reaction. Once his toy's breathing had picked up, the dog's head had spun, and breathing gotten quicker, though he did not move beyond that, dark chocolate brown eyes watching her every move.

Veras was finished eating and stood from his chair, speaking with authority, but gentle respect, "Stay boy." He went to put his plate away and growl loudly as he released a loud yawn. "So look who decided to join the party." His voice was almost playful, but it held a planned menace that couldn't have been heard by anyone else.
 
Her head tilted to the side as if she didn't understand him. No, she wasn't foreign (though before being kidnapped she was from France) but when she talked their was an air of innocence to her voice that was easily recognizable. Her dark sapphire colored eyes turned in fear when she heard the infamous growl. Oh how many bad memories did she have with 'mans best friend'? Maybe six or seven of them that she could count, and it was sad because was no certainly afraid of dogs.

This one was almost twice as much as the small retriever that her mother owned. Vivienne gulped lightly and tried to move back farther, fear etched into her eyes. "Don't let him hurt me!" She said, her voice filled with anxiety as she hit the end of the cage. She couldn't expect it to go on forever after all. She turned her head to her master and then felt as if she shrunk down to a bee while he was a forty foot building that could move. His eyes, she could suddenly tell, pierced right through her flesh, almost as much as hers did. "What party are you speaking of?" she questioned, never hearing that specific phrase before. She wondered if her new master (he seemed rather kind) would throw her a welcoming party. She thought for a moment and shook her head knowing she was invited to a different type of party.

A party where she was the main meal as well as the entertainment.

 
Veras threw his arms behind his head after stretching, laughing at her fear of the large dog that was sitting near her, only the chair keeping them apart from each other. His laughter died down to a chuckle before dying out, the humor gone almost as quickly as it had come. "His name is Kayden, and while he's here, he is your superior, so you'll address him as 'Sir', or you'll be punished. Now apologize to him."

Leaning up against the counter, Veras was watching the scene, grinning while the dog eyed his new treat, letting her make her decision now how things would go in this house. He couldn't have a slave there who was going to disobey his best friend, so he would train her soon enough how things went. She would definitely know.

Veras tried getting Kayden all kinds of toys when he was a puppy, but none seemed to satisfy him the way a woman could.
 
"Why do you laugh?" She thought, sadly as she moved a bit closer from the edge of the cage and to the center. Her long legs couldn't extend, making her have a small upset face on. She sighed and then looked at the dog. "My superior?" She whispered to her curiously. How in the world was a dog better then any human? If there was a fire in the slave house, the slavers would instantly grab the slaves and take them, but the animals had to get out on their own.

"S-Sir. I'm s-s-sorry I did that. It was veryrudeofme," She said, trying to spill the words out as best as possible. She didn't like apologizing to the dog, no, it seemed wrong, but if she had to, in order to be treated right she would. "Master," She said simply, as a pained expression hit her face. "Does he forgive me?" She questioned, caring if the dog really did like her or not. She could tell the dog and her new master were close, bringing her to believe some bad things would be happening to her in the near future. She gulped once more, feeling how dry her throat was, and looked at him, her eyes bright.
 
"The only reason you should fear him is if you upset me. So behave, and there's no reason to be afraid." He had a chain around his neck, showing a small key. Moving around to the front of her cage, he knelt in front of the gate, taking the lock in one hand and placing the key in, popping the device off and taking it with him, the cage door opening almost on its own, showing the pale beauty to the world.

"He's very offended that you would judge him so quickly. He's not too fond of you right now, but you can make amends." His face looked emotionless now, the words spilling out almost nonchalant and unimportant. He had spoken them before, and the actions that were about to take place were nothing new to him, so he felt no need to look pleased or displeased by it. "First, take those damned clothes off, they're pointless here, and though the cage is open, you are not to leave it until I give specific direction to do so." He then stood up, trusting her fear to keep her still, going to place the lock in another locked drawer.
 


Vivienne simply watched him, her eyes widened with fear. Yes, she was afraid, more so then she was just a simple moment ago. His eyes were expressionless and hid no sort of companionship for her. It was now obvious to Vivienne that she was simply his slave, not his lover, but a toy that he used when he felt like it. She certainly wouldn't be making him pancakes in the morning unless he told her to do so. Oh no, her free will was no considered long gone in her mindset.

"I'm sorry to have offended him," She said and then looked at the dog once more. Part of her wanted to scream out in aggravation while the other part of her wanted to bow down to the dog. Then, if she did that, maybe he'd forgive her. Still, she looked at her master and did as he told her, removing her already barely there clothing, before she was finally in the nude. "What may I do so that I'll redeem myself?" She questioned her master, watching him open the cage before her. Instinct told her to run, but fear made her stay.

Fear was obviously a vicious circle in Vivienne's life, but her legs needed to move, and maybe, if she was lucky, she'd be able to get out of the cage while he had his back turned. So, rather quickly, the young woman bolted out, ignoring the sound of the metal under her feet and ran out of her cage. She could feel the tears pool at the edge of her eyes, knowing the punishment if she was to be caught. Still, she ran, before she found a small door that she assumed was a corner cabinet. However, when she opened the door, ran inside and closed it, she almost wanted to be back in her cage. The basement was apparently where she went, and she couldn't help but feel her heart rate speed up more then it was already.

She sat on the top step, trying to ignore the small sounds below her, hoping to not be discovered but her master and his canine friend. She gulped and then looked down the stairs, realizing how much of a fall there would be if she did happen to trip. "Please god," She whispered, her breath the only warmth she could muster in the coolness of the basement. "Please don't let them find me." She continued to mutter small chants inside of her head before she finally sat there in the dark, trying to relax herself.


[[And the basement is filled with??]]
 
Once turning around after placing the lock away, he noticed the cage empty, but he hadn't heard the front door open or close, so wasn't too concerned. Not that he would have been anyway. He looked over at his companion, who was watching back with dark eyes, waiting for the next command. "Find her," were Veras's only words, until the dog immediately took off.

Veras was patient and took his time in following the animal, not to concerned with its direction or haste. They would find her, and they would have her. It was just a matter of time. His feet were soft and quiet against the carpeted flooring, until he found the dog sniffing at the bottom of the door that lead to the basement, looking up once in a while to claw at it, trying to find his way through. "Stop scratching my door, you know I'll open it for you."

The door flew open and a cascade of light flooded the entrance and top portion of the stairs, the basement still shrouded in darkness. "Boo." He grinned and pushed her into the dark, warm basement. He didn't push her over, but more set her in motion to fall down feet first. He didn't want his new toy to get broken so soon. "How's the view from down there?" He called down, almost comically.

The basement was his favorite place to play, and she had lead herself right down. It was filled with all his fun toys and gadgets that he used in order to enjoy his company. He flashed the lights on from the top of the stairs, the large basement suddenly illuminating beneath him and the dog, showing the girl everything. The row of hooks along the wall, some at average height, some a few feet higher, designed to keep their wrists up, keeping them from struggling, an their body more vulnerable. The ribs and stomach became much more fun to play with when the arms were raised. There were also hooks on the floor, rows of two and columns of three. Those were used to keep them down while Kayden had his way. A metal chair was also in the middle, with a few other instruments set up around it.

(There's much more that I could go into, but let's use them as we need to ^_^)
 
She could certainly hear him, that was for sure. There was a slight bit of surprise when they found her but she had been in the basement for a short while. "Please, no, master," Vivienne begged before looking up directly at the man. He simply pushed her down the stairs, letting her fall, and, thankfully, landing on her feet. As soon as she reached the bottom, however, she collapsed, leaving her sitting down, her chestnut colored hair cascading down her pale back to the dirty floor below her.

Vivienne stayed down and felt the tears start to pour out of her eyes before she finally realized he shined the light around her. She stopped crying and then looked at the 'toys' around her. They were all methods of torture, she realized, that only a sick person could love. Of course she recognized some of them, but others were brand new and top of the line things that Vivienne could never figure out. She quickly stood up and her eyes widened, looking and knowing how much some of the things would hurt the young woman.

Quickly, she decided to run once more, this time on the other side of the 'dungeon'. Sadly this way indeed a rather big mistake, because instead of getting away, she was stuck in a web like substance. "No. Not now," She whispered, pulling on her leg, trying to ignore the pain of it being pulled. She didn't want to be there, that was for sure and she certainly didn't want anyone to see her like this, much less her new 'master' and his canine companion,
 
Veras began to walk down the stares, shutting the door behind him before descending. The dog waited patiently, knowing not to act without command, before Veras snapped his fingers and the dog began to follow closely behind, slowly moving their way towards the bottom of the stairs. While he moved down farther, the shine of some of his toys reflected back into his eyes, a grin spreading across his face as he was soon at the bottom.

His shoes began to echo throughout his private dungeon, towards the girl that had gotten herself stuck, watching as she struggled and tried to pull herself free. "Wasn't such a good idea was it? I was going to give you a chance to be a good little slut, but you had to go running off. Right into my play room, nonetheless."

Veras looked down at Kayden and waved his arm forward towards the girl as the dog instantly trotted forward and sat next to her, Veras trailing just behind. He reached her and rested a hand on her cheek and running his fingers through her hair. "It's so perfectly beautiful and taken care of. You must be healthy." He then pulled back hard, after releasing her from the trap, letting go so she would fall to the floor, Kayden still staring down at her.
 
She saw his grin and almost wanted to fall to the floor in discomfort as he headed down the stairs. It reminded her of a grin that would come with the Cheshire cat in the classic tale Alice in Wonderland. It was filled with malicious intent and mysterious features. She groaned in her mind and she couldn't help but involuntarily shudder at the 'grin'. It even seemed as if he moved extremely slow, letting her wait in the darkness, panic rising to her chest until she felt like she needed to vomit.

Still, she continued to struggle, trying to ignore the man, yet keeping his gaze as he crept down the dark stairwell. She tried to move faster, as he came closer but realized that he was the only way she'd even think about getting out of the trap her small foot was stuck inside of. "I'm sorry," she whispered under her breath as her master complained about her. Yes, she was a horrible slave, she herself knew this and yes, she was considered his whore. She, not matter how hard she tried, knew she wouldn't gain her freedom from this man. When she released her from her trap however, a glint of hope flashed through her emerald eyes.

When he let go of her hair and she fell to floor, she knew it was a bad idea. She laid on her side, trying to ignore the new scratch and most likely a new bruise that would form the next day. It wasn't unusual for slaves to be beaten. It was rather common even. However, with the toys around her, Vivienne could only imagine what this man did to his set of slaves (she felt she wasn't the only one). She moved over onto her back and then looked up at the master, before noticing the dog next to her pale body. Her eyes widened and then she looked at her master once more almost asking what her punishment (she knew she had one) was. "Please don't beat me," she begged getting onto her hands and knees to even make herself more dramatic.
 
Veras looked down at her as the pathetic girl tried to beg for his forgiveness and mercy. Standing still, Kayden, becoming overwhelmed at the position he found his new toy in, immediately tried to mount her, his claws digging fiercely into her sides and making a series of scratches along her ribs and hips before he had found his way behind her. A sudden flash of anger rose up in Veras's eyes, and he immediately yelled at the dog, "Kayden! Down!"

The dog tucked his tail between his legs and instantly obeyed, leaving the girl scratched and still on her hands and knees, Kayden woefully trotting back to his master's side. "I can't let you have your way with someone so dirty? Don't you remember, we need to clean her out first?" The dog didn't seem to understand, still lost in being scolded, so remained in his spot.

Leaning down for the girl's light brown locks, he gripped her hair again, loving the control it gave him while he lifted her up, pulling her across the room in a few quick steps and throwing her back into an uncomfortable wooden chair, set with leg restraints used to keep the legs up and spread, as if to give birth, but obviously for other means. At the wrists there were also leather straps, locked securely with a metal loop at each end to keep it tight and impossible to escape. Those were the first restraints he employed.

He used his own weight to keep her down on the chair, pressing one arm down to the chair first, locking it down, and then the other. He made sure the straps were fastened tight before standing and gripping her ankles to lift them into the holders for her legs, strapping each one in, exposing the naked girl for everything she was, her legs spread wide, and her arms unable to cover the perfectly round breasts. "Ready to be cleaned?"
 
The amount of fear her eyes expressed was indescribable. She knew the dog and the master were close, however, she didn't want to believe they shared sexual partners. Vivienne fully screamed when the dog tried to mount her, almost afraid to move away because she thought it would be easier for him to mount her. She then heard her master's booming voice, and her face was almost filled with happiness, that is until she was consider 'dirty' by him which was the only reason he didn't allow his massive dog to mount her. "Ow master, no!" She screamed as he pulled on her light brown locks, bringing her to the wooden 'chair of evil' (she thought of this name as soon as she saw it).

When she was pushed into the chair, she could feel the pieces of wood go into her ass and felt the scratches from the dog begin to bleed lightly. The dog trying to mount her had give her many scratches but she didn't believe that any of them would even bleed. Apparently, the damn dog gave her much more the she'd bargained for and it was now proof that she had reason to fear her master's ever faithful servant.

When she was finally strapped in, she could feel the breeze. The humor in the situation was indeed gone for her and she began to struggle against her bonds. She tried as hard as she could to bring her legs, somehow, closer together and to move them from side to side. After all she was plain in view for her master, almost as if she was a sitting duck. She looked around herself as she began to take in the frightful scene. Vibrators of different sizes, proportions and even materials hung along the wall. A box of surgical needles was on the table to the left of her which was thankfully not where her master was. There was rope, an assortment of gags, and basically everything on display for her.

It was as if Vivienne was meeting her doom face to face. Everything the man could use on her, every sick and twisted idea he had, could be fulfilled no matter what she believed. Vivienne began to scream at the top of lungs, think maybe, hopefully, someone on the outside of where ever she was could hear her high pitched voice. She then saw her master pick up something, she had no clue of what though. He placed around her mouth and now Vivienne was wearing a gag. It reminded her of the type that when you looked at it, looked as if an apple was placed in the persons mouth. Now, Vivienne couldn't scream or move. Yes, the woman was indeed screwed. . .
 
After forcing the gag between her wide lips, his hand twisted around and slapped her hard, swinging back again, this time his knuckles made contact with her cheek. He repeated this motion several times, first an open palmed slap, retreating back to a backhand, growling slightly and speaking out rough words with each exertion of effort. "Don't. You. Dare. Fucking. Scream. Again!" After finishing, he slapped her once more.

Her face was red and already beginning to bruise, more so from where his knuckles had hit her right cheek, and drops of blood starting to form at the corner of her lip. "We're going to clean out both of those filthy holes you have, so that Kayden can have his way with you, without him getting filthy, understand?" His hand came out again, slapping her, but stopping instead of following through this time, gripping her jaw in his large strong hand, and forcing her scared eyes to look up into his. "You'll soon learn that trying to resist will only get you in more trouble, and much more hurt."

He then let go of her face, throwing it to the side, standing up and walking to the corner, where there was a sink and bucket. He began to fill it with ice cold water, making sure it was to the top. He carefully walked it over and put it between her legs before grabbing a clear tube that looked like a giant shot, but instead of a needle, at had an open ended plug so that it could remain inside of her tight body.

Getting on his knees between her legs, he dipped the end of the injector into the water and started to pull, slowly watching it fill, until it was as much as it could go. It had taken about a fifth of the water from the bucket, and the rest would be inserted as well. She would endure all of it, without letting any go. Without hesitation, he inserted it quickly into her ass, having to push a bit more than he expected to get it in. Once securely inside, he began to push at the other end, the water slowly squirting into her bowels.
 
She felt like her face was on fire. Her body ached and she wanted to leave where ever she was to go anywhere. She could feel the blood trickle down her face and she wanted to scream again. She wanted to kick and scream and beat the man up as much as she possibly could. She couldn't handle abuse. Sure she was beaten when she was at the 'slave house' but never like. Never so much that they could break her or damage her. Why would you break something you can sell for much more money. She almost wanted to wonder why in the world he'd hurt her. She was his investment, his toy. He could do anything with her, but tying her up to a chair and beating her and then letting his dog tear her apart didn't seem like it would pleasure him one bit.

Still, she watched his every move, making sure he didn't get any crazy ideas. When she saw the bucket, she was confused. Instantly she thought of the worst possible treatment he could give her. Maybe it was filled with his sperm and he was going to get her pregnant? She considered that rather cruel as it was, even more so since he'd rape his own children (or the dog would). Speaking of the dog, she turned her head and looked at him, almost glaring. Oh how she hated how he was literally staring at her pussy, waiting for her juices to come out so he could instantly lick them. She moved her head back to her master and noticed him with the 'syringe' and the water.

Thank god it was water, she thought and then watched as he filled up the tube with water. Vivienne watched him as he stuck it into her ass. She felt him squeeze it out and groaned in pain and in pleasure. The cold water felt slightly soothing but she could feel her bowels being stretched and she wanted to scream. Cool sweat started to form on her forehead and she looked at the bucket. It was still filled with an insane amount of water and she took in less then a fourth. How in the world would she be able to handle it all? She groaned, already feeling like she had to go to the bathroom. She tried to wiggle in her seat to remove the syringe in order for her to have some relief, but none came.
 
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