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Sold (Kylen x moonsblackwolf)

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Kylen

Super-Earth
Joined
Aug 16, 2010
It was a sunny afternoon when he came into the pet shop, looking around. Tall, well built, the man knew this wasn't your normal pet shop. Standing in front of one wolf girl's cage, he nodded, picking it up and taking it to the owner. Silently paying for her and some supplies, he took the drugged girl out to his car. By the time she awoke, she would be in a softly lit kitchen, still in her cage, with a collar around her neck. The cage would be just big enough to not cause cramps, but no bigger. Sam, the man who bought her, would be cooking something on the oven, humming to himself.
 
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The wolf girl barely remembered what had happened in the time span since she'd been captured. Aeries remembered running in the forest, the feel of the dirt beneath her back paws and wind through her long white hair as she ran freely. It seemed so long ago now, but in truth she didn't know how long it had been since the dart pierced her bottom and she fell asleep. She had a blurred memory of things since that day, but it was a bunch of jumbled images that never quite made sense. Visions of buildings, strangers she didn't know, the bite of a needle every so often, the sensation of water over her body...it was all random things that she couldn't understand.

When she finally did wake up from her drug induced state, she was again confused. Her eyes took in the sight of a room, then closer she could see the bars of a cage. Panicked, she sat up sharply which made her dizzy for a moment. She could smell something cooking and the scent of another mammal, nothing like her though. When she craned her neck to peer around, she felt the constricting sensation around her neck. Her hands went up to it immediately, running along the length of material trapping her neck. She was collared like a common dog. Unable to stand being caged, she went to the bars and tugged on them, struggling against them to try for an escape. It was rather pointless but she couldn't fight the urge.
 
"Oh good, you're up." Sam said, smiling as he noticed her struggle against the cage. Picking up a small dog bowl, he opened a small hatch in the door, too small for her to reach more then maybe her forearm through, and put the dish inside, closing it afterwards. She would see, and smell, that it was clean drinkable water. Soon afterward he put another food dish into her cage, this one with some lightly cooked meat. "Hmm....wonder if you had a name before you were captured...probably doesn't matter now. I'll make you earn it." he said, thinking out loud to himself as he put his breakfast on a nearby table, sitting down to start eating it. It was clear he wasn't going to just let her out, let alone let her go until he was sure she was trustworthy. She could, however, smell the musk of want on him, making it clear what kinds of things he had in mind for her.
 
When the man spoke to her, she jumped and immediately backed away to the corner of the cage farthest from him. Her eyes watched him warily as he moved closer and placed a two metal containers in her cage, one right after the other. She did not move to investigate them until after he moved away from the cage, she didn't know nor trust him. The next part of the conversation she wasn't sure what he meant. How was he intending her to earn her name. She already had a name.

"I have one already...what am I doing here? Where am I?" she asked with a rough voice, her throat dry. She went over to the dishes in her cage, smelling that the water had an odd scent....chemical compared to the freshwater streams. Regardless, she lifted the dish and drank from it like a large cup. When she looked at the meat next, it was a little different than the animals they killed at home but her stomach growled. It had been days since she last ate. Picking up the meat by hand, she ate it slowly at first then a little quicker once she realized it wasn't half bad. Her green eyes watched him as he moved to the table and ate his food, wondering when he was going to release her from the cage.
 
"Then what is your name, my little pet?" he asked, smirking as she ate the food. "You're in the city..in my wonderful house...and we're going to change some of those actions..a pet doesn't drink and eat with her hands after all." he said, not yet doing anything. "I'm trying to give you some time to come to terms with the fact that you aren't going back home to the wild. You're stuck here with me, and there's nothing you can do about it. The collar you have on keeps you from trying to suffocate yourself, and there's nothing in there to cut yourself with, so there won't be any suicide here." he mentioned, drinking what ever was in his cup.
 
The wolfess ignored the comment regarding the way she ate. She was not a dog, she was mostly human and did not act that way. She continued to eat like she had started, unwilling to let him make her feel like an animal. As she finished the food she sat back at the rear of the cage, leaning back uncomfortably.

"I'm not staying here...I don't think that's going to work. But I won't be killing myself any time soon, regardless of the situation I'm not nearly that pathetic." she replied, watching him carefully as he ate his meal. "And what exactly do you think is going to happen now that you...have me here."
 
"Well, your choices are to become a loyal pet, or to be sold back to the store, likely redrugged, and then sold to someone else." he said, finishing his breakfast. "So, you get to sit in that cage till you make up your mind. And that'll be the last meal you get till you do as well." he said, leaning down to take the bowls from her cage, not giving her a chance to grab him as well, just in case. "Granted, I have ways of making you want to be my pet, but I'd rather you just accept it. Rather not have to break you unless I absolutely have to." he told her, smiling. "I'll come back in a few hours. I need to go get some work done." he mentioned, leaving her alone in the kitchen.
 
Neither option was what she wanted or prefered but she decided to wait it out a bit longer. So far besides being locked up in a cage, this wasn't the worst situation she'd been in. She supposed that if things got worse later on she could always act up again and get herself sent back to the shop. She watched as he pulled the empty bowls from her cage, not even attempting to lunge at him yet. As he walked away she wondered what he did for a living inside of his home to earn enough money to purchase her. She moved around the empty cage uncomfortable, the hard floor making it difficult for her to get cozy. It was hours later when she was beginning to pace the cage ready for something to happen.
 
He soon came back in, stretching. Turning on the oven, he seemed to ignore her for now, starting to cook something that smelled sweet, yet had the same smell as a well cooked piece of meat. He kept cooking, as though to use the smell to torment her before he turned to her. "You choose yet?" he asked, putting some cooked patties on a plate. They were meant for her, each one not yet drugged, but he knew which kind of spice would set her body ablaze, make her yearn for anything to fill her, but he was going to be civil about this at first, wanting to give her the choice. "The easy way, or the hard way? I'm not sending you back unless I end up making you worthless." the man told her.
 
She watched him as he came back into the room, but other than her gaze she didn't acknowledge his return. She was not pleased with the situation and was buying her time. The smell of the new food was wonderful but she was not about to beg for food. It was wonderful but she'd gone longer without food.

"What exactly are you calling a pet? A little wolf girl to roll over and play dead for your friends so you can look tough?" she asked, her eyes seeing the patties placed on a plate steaming hot. Her attention was brought back to him when he asked the second question. "Depends on what you want."
 
"I'm looking for a companion who will do what I say, when I say." he growled. "I don't need to look tough. If I wanted that, I would have bought a broken one, who's only useful for sex." he said, spreading some of the spice onto the meats, deciding she wasn't going to play nice. "Meaning if I tell you to roll over or pleasure me, you do." he told her, smirking. "Maybe pleasure my friends. You'll get rewards of course. Nice food, nice places to sleep. I'll gladly punish you though, and while you won't enjoy it, I know I will." he said, before putting the plate into her cage, letting her eat the flavored, and tainted, food, unsure of how long it will take for the spice to effect her body.
 
"You contradict yourself. You say you want a companion who'll do what you want when you want but you didn't buy a broken slave. One that's broken is obviously trainable still, so having me is just a pain in your ass since I don't want to obey." She watched as he continued to prepare the meat, spilling some odd powder on them that gave them a different smell. "If you wanted something to abuse or impress your friends by breaking her down, that would make more sense..."
As he informed her further of the things he desired her to do was a joke and she snorted a laugh at him. "Well, you have little chance of getting me to willing do those things. I'm not someone's bitch to use and have begging for me. It's just not what I'm going to do."
 
"No. A broken pet can do nothing but want and lust. A proper pet can turn that on and off and wouldn't need such constant attention." he challenged, making some of the patties for himself. "And having a rebellious pet isn't too bad, so long as she doesn't rebel too hard or often. Otherwise things get stale." he told her, smiling softly. "Go ahead an eat..but you're not getting out of that cage any time soon. I'll learn you one way or another." he said, soon sitting down with his own food and chowing down.
 
Aeries gave a small shrug, not agreeing or disagreeing that point with him further. He would believe what he wanted and she would believe what she did regardless. As she smelled the funny meat patties, she knew that they were different somehow. But she knew he wanted to keep her so it couldn't be anything like poison that would harm her. Sighing a little, she grabbed her dish and did as before, using her fingers to lift the meat and eat it in neat bites. She wasn't nearly as starving this time so she took her time consuming the hot patties. It was lovely to have so much food in one day.
 
He grinned, the spice slowly starting to work. Aeries wouldn't notice until after the last patty, her body starting to heat up in her core, crotch, and chest. Her center would soon be soaked, and even the cold iron bars she had been in all day wouldn't give her relief from the heat if she pressed against them. Her body would demand mating, and would continue to until it got exactly what it wanted, no time would ease the burn. Standing up, he would cuff her hands to the bars, and her legs as well in a way that would let her either sit still or rub her slit wantingly against a cold cage bar, almost to torment her. "Well, it's late." he said, standing back up and getting ready to go to bed, to leave her in this state of food induced sexual frenzy. He had no inclination to help her relieve it tonight.
 
She finished eating the patties quickly, not willing to let them get taken from her by waiting too long. As she was half way done eating the last patty, she felt something wrong with her body. Her body felt hotter than normal like she was ill, her body ached strangely in a way she didn't understand. When he came over and cuffed her hands and legs to the bars, she growled and struggled. It would make sleeping awkward with her hands and paws bound to the cage. But she had something more worrisome as she started feeling worse. "What did you do to me? Poision me?" she snapped, upset. The man ignored her however and left the room, leaving her to struggle. During the night she couldn't sleep much, her body hot and aching, her womanly parts blazing with a need she didn't desire. She was angry and frustrated, squirming in place but refusing to do anything that would actually relief it. She was sweating by morning and sleep deprived, a very angry wolf indeed.
 
((I'm really sorry for not having posted in a while. Life got hectic and I just now got internet back. I'm gonna get a post up for you here soon. Once again, many apologies.))

Once morning came, he came back down, smirking evilly at her as he prepared breakfast, pouring something into the dog bowl for her. It looked like dry cereal, and if she ate it, it wouldn't taste too much different. There was also a bowl of water, though with out her hands she'd have to eat and drink like a normal animal. "Here's breakfast." he said, some eggs cooking for himself. He didn't seem to care if she slept at all last night, or that she wasn't able to relieve that unwanted burning. He would be wearing nothing but his boxers, which were tented with his morning wood, his musk clear to her in her need.
 
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