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Iris DuMorne had always had magical talent. From a young age, she was always able to make things come out in her favor, even if she clearly should have lost. She'd find money lying in the street when she needed it and help usually arrived just when it looked like she was done for. As she grew older, she started to use her abilities for other purposes: namely gambling.

For years she traveled from city to city, frequenting all of the most lucrative gambling houses and cleaning them out. Then, one day, she came to a city whose guards were trained to detect magic. She was quickly apprehended and given a choice: either serve time in jail or do labor. Iris chose Labor, thinking that she'd get community service; instead, she was told that she'd be sold into slavery for five years. In that time, her owner could do what they pleased with her: she would have no rights whatsoever.

Now she stood in the market, chains around her wrists and ankles. Iris was a red for with a white underbelly and black on the tips of her ears and tail. The fur on the tips of her toes and fingers was also black. She wore a worn leather jacket over a gray tunic that exposed her midriff and trousers. She wore no shoes or boots and she had a small chip in her left ear. She looked about, nervously waiting her purchase and what she assumed would be five years of hell.
 
Rose Hallaway was a slave owner, but not a normal one to say the least. You see Rose was a slave when she was young and brutal slave deal at that, randomly beat and raped when the man pleased and it left her scarred and with a set goal. She would become a slave owner and give some happiness to the life of slavery to the ones she thought were still good at heart.

So there she stood, the summer sun posted down on her dark grey wolf fur and the red tips of her ears twitched as she listened to all the slaves being read off. Then she spotted her, a quite younger slave compared to the rest, and from the outfit, a drifter. She was a beautiful fox girl and so Rose listened contemptly as they read off the messily little la she broke. So rose hopped up and claimed the girl in a heartbeat. Though many gasped and others made there sneers Rose knew this crowd all to well, most were sex fiends and the girl would be raped betokened belief. The rest were Brutes, as she called them, usually men who just bought slaves to amuse themselves with mindless beatings, sometimes leading to death.

So Rose went up and took Iris DuMorne's chain and, surprisingly gently, lead the girl off stage and into the back of the van she drove. But the back of the van wasn't all steel plated and more or less a cage. This one had a barrier to keep the slave from attacking her but else it was a fairly nice back. I shag carpet rug and thin padded walls since she couldn't manage to install a seat of some kind.

Once the girl was safely in the back, she released the chain locks and llcked her in, then went to the driver seat and started up the car, "My name is Rose, and believe me girlie, your a lucky one!" she smiled warmly and drove off.

(ok sorry I'd I godmodded too much and also is she too warm?)
 
Iris was surprised when a woman bought her. She had no illusions that many of the men that had been leering at her for most of the day probably intended to rape her until they grew bored, then sell her. The wolf woman who bought her was a bit taller than Iris and the fox found her scars more than a little intimidating. She was amazed, though, at how gently she was treated by her new mistress. Granted, that didn't mean that Iris would trust her right away, but she was at least willing to give the woman a chance.

The back of the van was comfortable: much more comfortable than the thin, dirty mat she had been sleeping on the past few days. She did her best to curl up in the back of the van, but found that a little difficult with her wrists shackled together behind her back. Once she was finally comfortable, she curled up with her back to her new owner so that she couldn't see what she was doing.

"Oh, I believe you, Rose," said Iris. She didn't use her owner's name mockingly, but instead put a subtle emphasis on it to see if she'd take offense to her not using a title. "I saw the way those men were looking at me. Hell, men like that have had their way with me before, although not with my consent. No, what I want to know is why you bought me. It said everything right there on the sign; I'm a criminal, I don't have any useful skills besides gambling and magic and I'm not a virgin. That's why you got me so cheap."

While she talked, Iris nuzzled her neck against her chest, nosing her snout into one of the inside pockets of her jacket and pulled out a playing card. The guards hadn't confiscated her deck because they assumed that they were just normal cards. Little did they know that the cards became dangerous weapons when charged with mana, the energy all spell casters used to power their magic. Iris didn't plan on attacking Rose, but she wanted out of her chains.

She pulled a card free of the deck, then dropped it on the floor. When rose hit a bump in the road, she used the distraction to roll onto her other side and pick up the card behind her back. She then channeled a little bit of mana through it, making the thin cardboard extremely sharp and rigid. By the time they had arrived at their destination, Iris had cut through her chains and was sitting cross-legged in the back of the van.

(Fine by me. Hope I didn't go too far)
 
Rose smiled, "I bought you because your just a criminal, you seemed like a loner and one who doesn't deserve to be treated as a tool," Rose explained, "You see, I was once a slave my self to a brute," she sighed, "He violated and best me so much, but since then I look for slaves who I believe are still good at heart and don't deserve the punshiment or death those other owners may have done."

Rose still knew damm well the girl was gonn try and break free and prior she had adjusted her rearview mirror so she saw the whole back of the truck Nd smiled at th girl. She watched her do her little magic trick and couldn't wait to see what else the girl had planned. Little did the girl know that Rose was a magic wielder herself and had a much wider diversity of magic then the girl did, and stronger at that. She had cast a spell one herself to hide this magic aura and waited to see the show.

She pulled up the the Mansion of a house she lived in and killed the engine, pocketing the keys, but doing a slight of hand to have them fall on the padded floor and under the seat without a sound. Then she got out and locked the door with her 'key' before heading to the rear of the van. She smiled at the door and began to unlock it but loudly said, "Now don't be doing Anthony you will soon regret!" loudly to see if the girl would rethink the idea she may have had and opened the door.
 
"Who? Me?" asked Iris, tauntingly. "Perish the thought!"

She slipped her card back into her pocket and reclined against the divider Rose had set up in the back of her van. She grinned and wavd at the wolf as she opened the back doors.

"I'm good at heart, remember?" she said, her tone turning cocky. "You said it yourself: I'm a bit misguided, but you can reform me. Now here's the real question: what if I decide that I'm comfortable right here? You say that you aren't going to punish me, so how are you going to get me out of the van?"

Iris knew she was pushing her luck, but she felt like she had a point to make. Iris had never liked slavery or slave owners, so she couldn't bring herself to trust Rose, even with the little sob story she had given her during the ride. She wanted to show the wolf that she was just like every other slave owner: that she'd end up beating her into submission sooner or later. Since a punishment was inevitable in Iris's mind, she decided that she'd rather it come sooner so that she could get it over with.
 
"well its quite simple really," Rose smiled and got in the van, closing the doors and sitting down, "you see I dont believe in bad punishment, so I spank," she looked at the girl, still with a warm smile and opened the door again, "so I give you a chance," she sighed and looked out the door, "I don't want to have to spank you," she looked back, "so please just come inside," she smiled again, "I have this livy room set up, oh and the bed is so soft," she smiled, "and if your good we can go for a walk in the garden tonight."
 
"And there's the flaw in your logic," said Iris. "You assume that a spanking is a "good" punishment and that I want anything you have to give me. I've gone plenty of nights without a bed and only my fur for warmth, so I'd be fine just sleeping out here. Sure, you could come in here and spank me, but then what? I'd have a sore ass, but I could just stay here if I wanted to. I doubt you'd let me starve, not after that little speech you gave me, so I could just stay out here for five years and you'd have to keep me alive or be branded a hypocrite."

She leaned forward, resting her chin on one a paw as she grinned broadly at Rose.

"Or maybe that was all just for show?" she said. "Maybe you're just like all the rest and you're just going to beat me until I submit. Well, I can tell you right now that I'm not the type to cower with my tail between my legs. I'm not usually a violent person, but I'll fight back if you try to hurt me. So I'll call your bluff: the real question is are you going to fold or will you raise?"
 
"I fold," she grinned, "And now I'll cheat!" she snicker and raised a hand at the girl and she began to levitate out of the van and Rose laughed, "Ah what fun I say, I don't have to touch you now do I?" she then sighed, "but I so hate using my magic," she then lead the girl inside. "Welcome home," Rose said happily closing the door and bounding a necklace around the girls neck and sealing it with magic that she cannot reverse and will wear out in 5 years.

"I am sorry about the necklace but state regulates I cannot let you too free but that's all I have to do," she smiled, "so if you go too far you shall be teleported right back to this foyer," she wLked away, "By the way you did call my bluff, there is no special room for you, because you can sleep where ever," rose then sighs and walks away to the kitchen, "And if your hungry feel free to come eat,"
 
Iris let out a yip of surprise as she was lifted off the floor and levitated into the house behind her owner. She tugged at the necklace around her neck, just to see if it was another bluff, only to find that she couldn't remove it. She growled in frustration, but let the necklace go and began looking around. She had to admit that the mansion was impressive, even if she was going to be trapped for the next five years. Instead of following Rose into the kitchen, she walked into the living room and looked around. Her thoughts immediately went to what she could sneak out of the house and sell for a reasonable price. Sure, she couldn't do it right away, but she'd be free to leave once the five years were over.

Once she was done surveying the room, she flopped down on the couch, picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels on Rose's large flat screen TV. She put her hindpaws up on the coffee table and slouched into her seat, quickly relaxing. Sure, she was hungry, but she didn't want to just follow her owner around like some sort of pet. Even though Iris was 20 years old, she found no irony in her childish thoughts. She eventually settled on a professional poker game that was already in progress and tossed the remote to the side.

Iris was used to watching TV in bars and diners, not from the comfort of someone's living room. She had to admit that she could get used to living like this. If she thought of the next five years as a vacation, she could probably get through them before she even realized that they were over.
 
Rose stood over Iris and flicked her ear, "get your feet off the table girl!" she was being assertive but you could still tell she didn't want to abuse or be violent, but was stern enough to show we wasn't joking. So she stood there and waited to see the girls response and crossed her arms and reached into the girls shirt pocket and removed her deck of cards, "Now now, no playing your silly little kids party tricks in here young ma'am!" she slipped them into a magic resilient punched and sealed it with a personal spell, "You can play with them if your really good, or when you leave, which ever happens first."
 
Iris let out another surprised yip as her ear was flicked and promptly removed her feet from the table. She grabbed at the deck of cards as it was taken from her, but was unable to keep Rose from sealing it away.

"Hey!" she growled. "Those are mine! I might be your servant, but that doesn't mean you can just take my stuff!"

The cards had been a gift from one of the few people Iris called a friend. They were her only weapon besides her teeth and claws, so she had grown rather attached to them. When used properly, she could throw the cards like shuriken and call them back to her. Iris might not have the strongest magical talent, but she had a surprising amount of natural control over her power. Given the proper training, she would most likely surpass Rose in a few years.

"So this is slavery, huh?" she asked. "I get to sit around watching TV and there's free buffet whenever I want? I think I could get used to this. It's weird that you'd actually pay someone to have me sleep under your roof and eat your food. I'm pretty sure any wanderer would gladly do that for free."
 
"ah but it's not all so sweet," Rose tisked and pockets the cards, "Your a servent so, starting in a bit after inlet you get acquainted with the house," Rose said and smiled, "I will have a task list for you, of thinks I wish to be done everyday," Rose smiled, "get them done and your Scott free for the rest of the day, don't and you shall be punished." she then wLked away and paused and turned around, "And I read your mind and I didn't want to have to take these cards but as protocol I must seize all weapons," Rose began heading up the stairs, "But maybe a good girl will show me that they are just simple cards," she gave a wink and went through the double doors that were covers by a magical barrier to prevent Iris from entering.
 
Iris huffed and flopped down on the couch. Her good mood was ruined once she figured out that Rose could read her mind, so she decided to practice locking away her thoughts. After all, it wouldn't be any fun if her owner could peek into her mind anytime she wanted. Iris had a psychic friend, the same one who gave her the deck of cards coincidentally, so she had some experience shielding her mind.

Iris closed her eyes and pictured a train station in her mind. In the train station were rows upon rows of lockers: the kind that you could rent if you traveled often enough to need one. In this case, though, Iris held the key to each of the lockers. She set about filing away each and every one of the thoughts and memories that she didn't want Rose to see in the lockers. Some lockers had only one thought, while others stored an entire library of information. Once she was done, she opened her eyes and switched off the TV. While her defenses weren't perfect, they'd prevent Rose from seeing anything she didn't want her to without a fight.

With that taken care of, Iris stood and made her way to the kitchen. She rummaged through the cupboards and fridge, taking stock of what there was to eat. She eventually settled on making herself an almost comically large sandwich made up of a few slices of every kind of meat and cheese she could find in the fridge. Once she was done, she simply left out the ingredients and went back to the living room, switching the TV back on as she ate her concoction.
 
Rose merely laughed at Iris as she walked out, "That's your defense dearly?" Rose laughed, "Good thing I truely don't care what's on your mind, cuz it might hurt if I wanted to find out." she then went to the kitchen and shook her head and walked out, flicking the girls ear yet again, "My appologies for not being clear," she declared with that stern but compassionate tone, "If your gonna eat something clean it up!" she raised her voice at then end to make a point, "now be a dear and put that sandwich down and go clean it up," she said then smiled, "and hurry before I get hungry."
 
Iris rolled her eyes, keeping the sandwich in her mouth as she went into the kitchen. She set about cleaning up her mess while munching on her food. She worked a bit slower than usual because she had to use one hand to eat, but she finished none the less. By the time she was done cleaning, which didn't take long, she had also finished her sandwich.

"The defense doesn't have to be strong for now," she said, licking her lips as she sat back down on the couch. "You've made it perfectly clear that you don't want to hurt me, so you won't pry because you know it'd be painful for me. You really shouldn't tip your hand so much: it makes this far too easy for me."

She leaned back in her seat, stretching out her legs, but not putting them on the table. She continued to watch the poker game, only occasionally looking at Rose out of the corner of her eye, until she was given further instructions.
 
"ah but my belief is not to hurt you physically, push me enough and I will make you cringe and want to rip out your brain," she said and flicked her ear, "and watch what you say." she then turned off TV, "Now you can watch that later, I have DVR," she said and handed her a list of 15 items to do or clean, "No do them promptly, And correctly," she made see to point out, "And you will be back to free time in no time, but be wry," she said as she went to the kitchen, "I can be picky if I please," she then dissapeared into the kitchen but smiled as she watched to see what the girl would do from a video monitor that was linked to a camera hidden in a false bottoms book on the shelve.
 
Iris sighed and hopped up from her seat and took a look at the list. Most of it was simple tasks: fold the laundry, reorganize some books, close the windows for the night and so on. She set about these tasks at a leisurely pace, taking care of the chores that had to be done in the living room before moving on to the others.

When it came time to fold the laundry, Iris paused. She couldn't remember the last time she actually washed her clothes, let alone folded them. She really only had the one set of clothes she wore anyway, so she just put them back on once she was done cleaning them; now that she thought about it, she could probably use a shower, too. She quickly and clumsily folded the clothes, putting them in messy stacks with no real order other than the order she picked them up in. She set the clothes down and went back upstairs, having completed every task that was set for her, and found Rose.

"Alright," she said, stretching a bit, "I'm done. What now?"
 
Rose slowly searched the house and smiled at it all, till she reached the laundry and sighed, she gave a light cuff, not hard actually sort of playful, "Well I'll teach you howbto fold tommorow, right now I am feeling a bit, aroused," she smiled at that word and looked at the girl, "I think we could use a shower, both of us," Rose said with grin, but a seductive grin, "Now come with me beautiful."
 
Iris chuckled when Rose mentioned a shower. The fox wasn't exactly the most chaste person in the world; to her, sex was as much a game as poker. The insinuation that she'd be showering with the wolf didn't bother her in the slightest: in fact, she viewed it as an opportunity to relax. She'd be washing away the grime that coated her fur and, as a bonus, she'd also get the pleasure that usually came with making love. In her mind, it was a win-win situation.

"Fine by me," she said, following her owner into the bathroom. Once there, she quickly discarded her clothing and hopped inside the shower. She folded her arms under her breasts and started tapping her foot impatiently. "Are you going to shower with me or are you just going to stand there enjoying the view?" she taunted.
 
Rose rolled her eyes and grabbed a night robe from her drawer and stripped. She knew she wasn't the most attractive woman around, covered with som
e scars and she had an occasional bruise. But as far as figure went, well she was fine there, a perfectly cupped 36D breast and a nice slender, curious figure.

She stepped into the room and placed her gown on the chair and turned on the fan to not fog up the room and stepped into the fairly large shower with the beautiful girl. She then proceeded to kiss her and grabbed a sponge and soaped it up. She stood close to the girl and began rubbing the girls back with the sponge, "Just enjoy the ride for now girlly," Rose whispered seductively, "I'll let you play later if you want," Rose then stepped back and washed the girls arms.
 
Iris simply leaned back into Rose's arms as she washed her. She had to admit that the feeling was wonderful: she hadn't been touched in several months, so the prospect of release was enticing. She let out a frustrated whine as she heard that she wouldn't get her release right away.

"Why can't we play now?" she asked, obviously annoyed. "We'll just have to wash off again after we do it, so why don't we save ourselves the trouble and get dirty now?"
 
"Because I enjoy washing," Rose smiled but put the sponge aside and held firm but extremely gentle under the girls chin, "But you have been a very good girl," she purred and pressed her lips gently to Iris's and her other hand felt her throat then down and caressed her breasts gently and smiled/
 
Iris squirmed under Rose's touch, although she wasn't trying to escape. She arched her back, making her breasts more prominent, and kissed Rose back, snaking her tongue into her owner's mouth to wrestle with the wolf's. As she did, she slid a hand up the inside of Rose's thigh and began to gently tease the skin around her sex with the tip of one of her claws, not actually touching her owner's sex.
 
Rose broke the kiss, "Mm a feisty girl," she purred and moans a bit, "Oh I am gonna have fun with you!" she let the hand on her chin loose to grab the girls firm ass and the other still caressed the nicely cupped breasts. Rose bent slightly and flicked her tongue right over the nipple of the free breast and grinned, then lightly bite it, not to cause pain but pleasure.
 
Talia moaned in pleasure, but continued to tease Rose. As much as she enjoyed the attention she was getting, she wanted to see how much she could control the situation. A fantasy of taking control of her owner flashed through her head; she'd love to have the older wolf at her feet, begging her for release. If she could keep Rose on the brink of orgasm for long enough, she might just be able to bend her to her will.
 
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