Slave Train

[starlit raven]

The slave train was something that all the wealthy in the known knew about. It came through all the towns about once a month, arriving at dusk. When the sun set, the train opened up its cars, revealing rows of caged and chained slaves, ready to be sold, and empty cars ready to be loaded up with new ones.

One such slave was Kira. She was recently sold, and this was her first time being up for sale in the train. She had long, and now messy blue hair, and bright sapphire eyes. She was naked, the only thing adorning her body was a collar ‘round her neck, from which a length of chain was attached, the other end bolted to the floor of the train car. The doors of the car opened up, ramps being placed by their entrances to let the buyers in to look around at the merchandise. Moonlight flooded car, and Kira, more scared than she had ever been, curled up on the floor.

 

[Broken Knight]

This wasn't the wolf's first time to the rodeo. He'd bought slaves a few times before, had what pleasure and work he'd wanted, and then sold the poor girl to whatever man or beast paid him the most. As such was the lives of these slaves to be pitied. Though, the tall, lean, black furred wolf with his dark brown eyes did not pity them in the least. At least while in his care, they received good food, a warm bed if they were good and were allowed to sleep next to him at night, and a bath each day.

Walking through the rows of slaves, varying in everything from skin color to human and anthro to male and female and, of course, pleasure and work slaves. Of course, he had enough work slaves, that he needn't any more of. Walking through the rows of pleasure slaves that were largely dominated by females, he stops at a particularly striking girl. Reaching down and bringing her to her feet by her collar, he looks at her name tag, 'Kira'. Looking over her body, he clipped the leash to her collar, leading her out of the train car and paying for her.

 

[starlit raven]

She stared with wide eyes at the large wolf as he picked her up by the collar staring into his dark brown orbs. They weren't exceptionally fearful, more perhaps surprised that a wolf had picked her. Before she knew it she was being led by the chain that once bound her to the car. She opened her mouth to ask one of the many questions swimming through her head, but she kept her mouth shut. Her only desire was to survive this ordeal, and she had found from watching the other slaves that speaking without being spoken to would receive harsh punishment.

 

[Broken Knight]

He takes his pet and walks her to the car. Cars very rare in that day, and only men and women with a large amount of wealth owned them. Taking her into the back of the car with him, he instructs his driver to take them home. Even though the drive lasted well over fourty five minutes, he'd not spoken a single word to her. Once the car was in the garage, the driver opened the door and her tall, lean master guided her out of the car and into the manor, leading her by the leash. His tail swaying behind him, he takes her inside, leading her to the washroom.

 

[starlit raven]

She did not say a word. After fifteen minutes in the car any traces of fear in her features had faded. She was quite relaxed even though she had never been in a car before, and her only movements were her breathing, and her fingers toying with her collar absentmindedly. She had positioned herself in a way that parts of her body she'd like kept unseen were hidden behind limbs. She never looked up at her master, her eyes gazing out the window.

When he took her into the house she seemed to awaken again, a bit of the fear returning to her eyes. She followed the large wolf, stopping when he did in the washroom. She wasn't sure what he was going to do to her first, but apparently he wanted his slave clean. She didn't move, and still didn't look at him, awaiting his commands.

 

[Broken Knight]

There wasn't really much that he particularly needed to say to her. At least, nothing that words could convey that he couldn't just show her to do. Walking into the wash room, the tall, black furred wolf looks down at his pet. He could see the fear, the apprehension that she held. Shutting the restroom door, he unclasps the least connected to her collar. Since he didn't know if she would run or not, he closes the door and makes sure that she'd at least be slowed if he had to chase her down. Turning to the bath, he began to draw a hot bath for her, waiting until it was full. Picking up the bar soap, he motions to the water, holding out the soap so that she would take it, get in and wash herself. No pet should inconvenience her master by asking him to wash her.

 

[starlit raven]

She quickly realized he was going to watch her bathe. She had just expected him to unleash her and lock her in the washroom. When he motioned her into the tub she lightly stepped in, accepting the soap from him. She still didn't look at him as she washed herself, scrubbing away the dirt and grime accumulated from being chained up in the filthy train car. She was still afraid to meet his gaze, and the silence and steam from the bath seemed to be pressing down on her. Even the warm water couldn't ease her tension. Rinsing off her now clean body her sapphire eyes slid up, her gaze looking past her master's shoulder, at the door. The muscles of her legs tensed at the idea of running. She knew she wouldn't make it but the thought was appealing. Kira was a fearful girl, and while most would turn this fear into obedience, her natural reaction was to run.

 

[Broken Knight]

He wasn't particularly watching her in the sense that he was paying attention to her figure, but simply making sure that she wasn't going to try and bolt on him. No slave had ever escaped his grasp, but the less the risk of escape, the better the chance of keeping that perfect record. His tail flicked idly behind him as he stood in the bathroom, his eyes watching her. The wolf was more studying her than watching her. The key to breaking a pet is to figure out what they're most susceptible to. Pain, pleasure, reward. Every slave had some weakness that would bring them from their own mind into a state of subservient and proper.

 

[starlit raven]

His dark tail swung into her field of vision, causing her to blink and take her focus off the door. He was watching her every move, there wasn't a chance she could escape now. But everyone has to sleep eventually, she thought. Slowly she stood out of the water, droplets running down and falling from her form. "I'm done." she said in the softest of voices, barely above a whisper.