The Fever ((Wrath and Vivid))

[Vivid Fizz]

Sabrina could feel him shoot inside of her. Shame crossed her cheeks and she closed her eyes, waiting for it just to end. It felt as if he was filling her completely with his seed. God! If she wasn't pregnant by the end of the month, she had to infertile. With as much as he spurted inside of her each time he busted his nuts; she was surprised that none of the other slaves were mothers. That she knew of. Maybe he made them get abortion. That certainly sounded like him.

He told her that she was a good girl and she flushed. A dog. That is what she felt like. Again he kissed her and she jumped but let him. She even kissed back to an extend. Now off of her pleasure high she was not as passionate as before.

"Of course master," she replied in a whisper. Her stomach cut through her voice; growling loudly. Periwinkle eyes brightly shone and she looked up at him expectantly. "Did I earn more food?"

How demeaning to have to ask for food like this. He wanted a sweet and pretty little thing that begged for everything.

 

[Vivid Fizz]

Sabrina followed greatfully on all fours. Even his condenscending manner did not dampen her mood. Food! Actual food instead of doggie kibble! Her mouth practically watered. Oh, she did hope it was more oysters! That one had been the single most delicious thing she had ever eaten.

People eyed her like a fancy dog, appriciating a woman of such fine breed as she passed them. Whispers made her cheeks burn and she fought back the urge to snap at the commentors. Her master likely loved all of the attention given to her. He seemed like the kind to show off what he owned. That was what her father used to call 'new money' behavior. Since he was so recently rich, he probably felt the need to show off every chance he got. A queer smile crossed her lips at the thought but she hated it. She was not a prized show dog. She was a human; a woman.

When the oysters were brought to her, she nearly forgot to thank him. Like a cat, because she knew he liked it, she rubbed against his legs. This silent form of thank you was better than it coming from her lips. It showed that she was 'submitting' to him. In reality all she wanted to do was eat. When she was full and had energy, Sabrina was likely to be just as rebellious as before.

Carefully and slowly she ate. The taste was amazing and she wanted to savor every last bit of it. There was no telling that she would get a meal this fine again. Come morning he may switch her back to that disgusting concoction that he placed before her that morning.