Sold [ Bear & Rook10 ]

[HeyThereLittleBear]

While The Manor was not the life of luxury, it was as close to it as a human could ever hope to have. The Manor was a large house that held servants prior to being sold, a good majority of which were females that were trained to serve in the house. From a young age they were raised to serve - cooking, cleaning, decoration, and entertainment were the skills they had to master before being able to be sold, and they were proficient with their duties.

But for those with interests in more than a maid that could sing, the owner of the Manor was willing to meet in secret and discuss terms of payment for an untouched female. And so it had come to be Ivy's fate, sold behind closed doors to an anonymous buyer who wanted her not for her ability to keep a house or cook a souffle, but her virginity and physical appearance.

Ivy was among the younger of her housemates, seventeen in body and fully blossomed into a woman. Her gangly features had smoothed out into vivacious curves and a bright personality, though she was reprimanded often for her sharp tongue. She had been given all of the proper training to be a lady of the home, but she had not been properly turned into a submissive. She was one of the few that had retained a sense of entitlement to respect, and it had made her life so far... Easier.

There was no preparing her for her new home, though they did the best they could. Their best was to brush her hair out until it shone like honey, her pale green eyes lightly lined with eyeliner to accent them. They gave her a fresh outfit, a small skirt and low-cut shirt that showed her curves. They gave her a bra that made her breasts look as if they were going to come from her shirt, which made her feel... Less. As if they were lying.

The drive to her new masters home was long, though it gave her time to muse over the personality of whom she was to serve. Perhaps he was a fox of some sort, wanting to have his house cleaned without hiring a service. She had heard many good things about those types. Her thoughts were diminished as they pulled up to the estate, an intimidating thing that caused butterflies to erupt in her stomach.

Her escorts opened the door for her, leading up a winding walkway to the house. The door was unlocked, and they let themselves in. Before leaving, a small envelope was slid into her hand, a wax seal of the symbol of the Manor keeping it closed. It was the bill of sale, and unknowingly to her, the guarantee of virginity.

Her fate in an envelope.

 

[Rook10]

The interior of the house was a curious mixture between ornate and barren. The room Ivy stood in had two large doorways leading to opposite wings of the house and a broad staircase opposite the front door lead to the second level. The frame work had been skillfully carved and the floors as a dark, smooth stone save for where it had been scratched, apparently by claws running across it. Yet for all the workmanship out into the house itself there was very little in the way of furniture or even floor mats. The floor was cold, indeed there seemed to be a draft throughout the entire building.

It's present owner had taken it from the previous one, his former master. Brenin stepped from the shadow behind the staircase. He was a tall canine, a wolf type, with strikingly white fur. He walked with his arms behind his back and approached Ivy. Few anthros chose to wear clothing under any occasion and Brenin was no different, his sheath hung there between his thighs as he made a slowly narrowing circle around the female. His bright blue eyes studied her as his nose sniffed the air, acquiring her scent. She had grown well and while she had clearly been dressed, or perhaps the more appropriate term was gift wrapped, to draw accentuate her curves Brenin could tell that she would suit his needs physically just fine, provided she had been trained appropriately. "Well you appear to be in good condition." he finally stated openly, his large tail flicking through the air to somewhat point in her direction. His voice was surprisingly smooth instead of the gruff tones more commonly associated with Wolves.

As his inspection came to an end just behind her he reached forward and plucked the letter out of her hand. His breath hot on her neck as he stood behind her and cut it open with one of his nails. Inside was the standard jargon about ownership, liability, billing, all of that nonsense. At the bottom though was a handwritten testament to her virginity. Brenin had spent much time debating if he wanted a 'clean' servant or an experienced one and had finally decided that the idea of having one all his own now and forever more appealed to him much more than a used human. Besides, who knows what other kind of anthro cock had already been there and what sort of diseases might be spread.

"It says here that they call you Ivy and that you are fresh from the Manor. Is that the case? I am your first master?" He knew what the paper had said but humans had a tendency to say more than they ought to so questioning was good way to get information, especially if they were afraid. "I do hope you wouldn't consider lying to me." He leaned in closer so that his fur brushed against the bare parts of her skin and his breath could be felt not just on her neck but now on her shoulders and torso as well.