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Slave Training (LittleKitty & Ryimmor)

He smacked her ass once more, this time just with the palm of his hand, "How about without the stutter?"
 
She yelpped, taking another breath.
"Thank you..... for teaching me...." She took another breath, saying the next part quickly. "Obedience and disaplain." Remembering that he said everytime he hit her she had to count, she said softly, "One."
 
A smile crossed his face, "You only have to count in sets, not small disciplinary ones like that." His tone was softer, he was clearly happy with her. "I'll be right back," he said, "I'm going to go get you some more food and water."
 
He left the room, and he even decide to leave the door open. The kitchen was just around the corner, and he wanted to see if she could be trusted or not, if she would stay or wander. He prepared her a sandwich, putting an apple on the plate, and he got her a nice, big cup of ice water... after all, it had been hot.
 
She watched as he left the room, leaveing the door open. She was tempted to walk out the door, but was afraid that Brad would get mad and beat her again. She reached out and grabbed a pillow, curling around it. She napped lightly, waiting for him to come back.
 
(It's Brad)

Brad returned to the room and sat on the bed next to her, though he wasn't carrying any food or water. "Why don't you come sit at my table with me?" He asked her. His house was pretty secluded, so he wasn't too worried about anyone seeing the naked, battered girl through his windows.
 
Still not letting her put any clothes on he motioned for her to follow him out to the table where he pulled a chair out in front of a nice meal for her to sit in. He sat beside her, a plate in front of him as well. "Eat up."
 
She followed after him slowly, looking down at her feet. Her tail barely covered her body, and she wished he would let her put something one. She sat down as he pulled the chair out for her, standing quickly as she bit down on her lip, stifiling her yelp. She sat again, carefully this time. She picked up the sandwitch, taking an experimental bite.
 
Brad started eating his sandwich. He was quite hungry himself. They ate quietly for a while. He didn't expect much conversation seeing as he had just beaten her and raped her for the past couple of days. From time to time he would look up at her, wondering if she would talk, and then back down at his food. If there were to be conversation, he wanted her to talk first.
 
She ate her sandwitch, taking the apple in both her hands, blowing on it and taking a bite. She wasn't one for silence, and even though she was teriffed of the man next to her, she had to say something to fill the silence.
"Hai...."
 
"Hey." he replied in a soft tone, smiling back at her. Their eyes met, and for the first time his were soft, not piercing or ferocious. His eyes were a deep blue, and very beautiful to look at when they weren't angry with you.
 
She looked at him as he smiled, one ear droping and then other perking up. Tilting her head slightly, she stared at him and tried to place the exact color of his eyes. She had always love diffrent colors, and he had really pretty eyes.
"Ocean..." she mutter to herself, turning her attetion back to her apple.
 
He liked meeting her eyes, wanting to show her his softer side now. He wasn't all bad. Sure, she needed to be broken, but he took care of his girls after breaking them. And she showed promise, maybe he'd keep her instead of shipping them out to owners he couldn't break slaves like he had in the past.

"Ocean.... what do you mean?"
 
He smiled, "Thank you, do you like the ocean?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation alive. Though smart, he wasn't the best conversationalist. He had a lot of social anxiety.
 
He smiled to himself, thinking a field trip to a beach might be nice once he could trust her not to run off a little bit more. "What else do you like?"
 
He noted them all, he had an exceptionally good memory. "Good to know." He nodded and smiled at her. They had just about finished up their food. Typically it was the slaves job to clear and clean dishes, but given the transition he was trying to make, Brad cleared the table and cleaned the dishes this time.
 
He smiled, nodding, happy to see her take the initiative. After cleaning the dishes together he turned to look at her, she really was gorgeous. Her pretty ears and long furry tail, smooth, soft legs, tight ass and perky breasts. He was happy to have gotten her. "Well, you've been locked in a room for the past couple of days, is there something you'd like to do?"
 
The kitchen was the room in which you had to go through to get to the backyard. The sliding glass door was big, revealing a wonderfully large backyard full of all sorts of interesting vegetation. Trees and flowers, it was almost like a little forest, and best of all it was secluded. "Would you like to put some clothes on first?" he asked, looking outside, hoping she'd say no because he liked looking at her but assuming she'd want to.
 
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