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Viktoff Samson said:
Her pleas were heard, but he would not answer right away. Not with a distinctive grunt or any sort of action to cause or prevent her desired outcome. She was all his, in his arms as her sexy little motions to feel more and more of his knot inside her, his tower of cock he has stashed inside her womb, or maybe even his sturdy rock hard hips. Her motions were doing a number on him that his sheer physical prowess couldn't do before. Part of this action had made him desire to feel her throat around his pulsing, ribbed, musky cock, and yet he had gone and put her in such a fascinating heat so quickly. It was appropriate, given that her clothed were damaged and that she'd probably need a decent amount of recover time.

Her tight, hot, sodden wet cunt felt so brilliant around his knot. Her sounds and actions urging him to find a finale and whitewash her insides in the torrent of his own climax. And he was so damn close. With his hand leaving her groin and his arm releasing her leg, he sandwiched her against the seat again, but with his knot fruitfully and fully locked into her. His cock pressed further wirh all his might as a beastial groan drew out from his mouth and throat. He snaked fingers into her mouth as he flattened her body into the seat amd ensured he was properly pushing out her stomach with his fat cock tip. And then it happened: His scent double stained the air around them as he widened and kept her mouth open with his fingers, suffocating her just the fairest amount before he erupted. His semen ushered forth from his tip as he quaked over her with an immeasurable about of satisfaction. Certainly expanding her womb with the sheer volume he unloaded from his giant sack. The heat, and it's thick stickiness, it was surely a substance without equal. And he was a heavy breathing, giant wolfman that laid over her. Slowly releasing her throat to hug her head, and rolling to his side to cuddle her with a hand on her belly and another keeping her close with his knot still trapping her to him.
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She was so close, despite having already cum herself several times. Her breath was short as he held his girp around her fluffy neck, his paws sinking into her deep rich fur, gripping at the luxurious leather collar he'd placed on her. As they shifted positions she kept her wrists interlocked, so she was hanging down from him breifly just as he pressed her body into the seat. She was getting overly excited, her breaths pushing her to the limit when she could feel him flood her insides.

"A..AWWWWAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!~" she cried out with the most sultry look she'd ever given feeling that warm hot semen fill her to the brim. She twitched over his cock and hit the biggest orgasm she'd ever felt in her life. It felt like he wasn't ever going to stop either, as torrent after torrent of his hot wolf cum filled her up. She felt alive, no more than alive, as each sticky wave just gave her multiple orgasms, all on top of one another. Their bond exploded in a pleasure peak, causing her legs to quiver and give out under him. She went limp and breathless as she laid there panting heavily, all that juicy cum locked inside her as his knot kept any of it from leaving her, coating his long hard dick and every inch of her insides in his hot sticky cum.

She looked exhausted from all that, laying there, cuddled into her master. Her transformations didn't go away either, this time she stayed that way, with her snout staying out, and her long flat tongue lulling out past her sharp little fangs. She looked high on a drug as she reveled in the pleasure of her orgasms, just unable to process anything else other than how good this was feeling right now. Her hair was mussy, her body was sweaty, and her panting just didn't stop. Those bigger ears of hers were flopping over her hair in the most adorable manner as she stayed close to him, her tail laid across his hips, weakly wagging at the tip. She didn't want to move from where she was, wanting to just stay locked together like this. This is where she felt she belonged, on his cock and full of his cum. Her name tag and bell laid out on the leather seat making her collar look lopsided, and the dregs of her clothes just draped over the seat, some having fallen to the floor. Her nipples stood hard under him and she was giving off so many pleasurable vibes.
 
Karin struggled feeling that gag wrap around her mouth once more. She wasn't aware it was just made of air, thinking it was a real tangible object that had been strapped around her. She bit into the 'rubber' of the ball, but was a bit put off, it didn't feel like Rubber like she had been used to before, this one felt different. She usually chewed on her gags, but something about this one was off putting.

She growled at him and shook around when he casually pulled the collar out, deliberately putting it on slowly so she could feel every inch of it slip on while he explained it's magic. She tried to squirm, not wanting to give him that sort of power but it as ultimately useless. She looked furious, her brows furrowed and her tail fluffed out. He'd be able to feel with the activation of the collar her fury, but also something else. An arousal that was brimming forward the more she was humiliated. She sent a burst of pleasure forward when he ripped her top off and degraded her further by attaching a leash to her collar, patronising her as he spoke of her 'rules and privilege.' She pulled at the leash, trying to keep as far away from him as she could, yanking and fighting him. He tugged her along but that didn't stop her from digging her feet into the ground and yanking back against him at every possible moment.

Her dribbling milk jugs dripped a trail behind her wherever she walked, the excess milk leaking out of her and messing her stomach. She bit into the gag, almost missing that rubber feeling that Alton used when her teeth ground into the hard air feeling her body respond. She shuddered out as the dildo slammed into her more and more, rubbing her and pushing in while people passed gazes and looked down at her and her exposed dribbling chest. She got cat called (;)) by some men along the way. Exposed slaves weren't entirely unusual leaving the marketplace but for her this was the biggest insult they were capable of. Having people view her as just some milky slut. "How much for the cow there friend" Someone said waving some money at Thatch as he walked on by, "I could always use another for my farm, we have a spare machine that she could fit into nicely, even if she is a little small!" him and his friends laughed, but genuinely seemed to want to buy the lactating cat. She shuddered and shook her head wanting to rip every last one of them apart with her claws. Right as she looked over to Thatch, she couldn't help but picture herself getting milked by a machine while he looked over. The look he gave her coupled with a tug at the leash and a particularly good thrust made her quiver and buckle over slightly. Taking a sharp intake of breath, her own cum started to dribble down her legs under her skirt. She was so embarrassed, and couldn't get her head around how someone could be just as..no if not more perverse than her previous owner. She felt a hot wash of shame fill through her body, secretly keeping her pleasure centers tingling and sensitive. She gazed back in the direction of Alton for one last time before being tugged along through the crowd by this strange new man.

His song mocked her as they walked along, and caused her to give him the darkest glare she could muster, her ears were low and her tail flicked out behind her. What revenge she had felt towards Alton, was now ten fold towards Thatch. She was like a caged tiger, ready to strike him, plotting his demise in the most sadistic ways she could think of as he pulled her forward. Only the cum between her legs and the blush across her face dampened the threat of her look slightly. She was telling him she hated him, but her body betrayed other feelings too...
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It seemed like he walked her all the way across the city, maybe even the long way around, before they arrived at his boarding house. Certainly one of the finest in the city. He felt her try to fight and resist the leash, but he was a big man and her resistance was nothing to him. Eventually he got her up to his suite of rooms and in the living room area he stopped and halted her too. He looked her over again, walking around her and taking her in. Finally he came to stand before her and pulled her skirt and undergarments off. He stepped back and looked at her again. Canting his head to one side he shrugged and stepped up to her and started to play with one hugely swollen breast. He rubbed it and fondled it, until finally he put his lips to her nipple. He teased and tormented at first, then he sucled her, for a little time before giving her other breast and equal attention.

Stepping back he released the air that was holding her and hammer inside her. The gag he left in place for now. He spoke then; “You will stand right there till I call you to me. If you move the magic of the Domination Collar will make you violently ill.” He whistled as he undressed himself and and sat in a chair just a few feet in front of her and by the fire. She note he was a tall man, 6'6” with wide muscled shoulders and callused hands. His manhood, while impressive for a human was not grotesquely large. He began with out preamble. “Understand, with this,” holding up the bracelet part of the Domination Collar, “I can send sensations through your body. Pain.” A sharp piercing pain shot through her chest and then instantly stopped.. “Pleasure.” She was given the sensation of being on the verge of several violent climaxes all at once. He didn't dismiss this right away. He was enjoying watching her reaction. But after several minutes of the convulsively violent climaxes he release the sensation.

Leaning back in his chair and cocking one leg over an arm he said, “I would like us to spend sometime getting to know each other and discovering things about each other. Now this can go pleasantly or it can go badly. That choice is yours to make. Now come here and show me why I paid a king's ransom for you. Now! Come!” The gag dissolved from her mouth.
 
Edward Thatch said:
It seemed like he walked her all the way across the city, maybe even the long way around, before they arrived at his boarding house. Certainly one of the finest in the city. He felt her try to fight and resist the leash, but he was a big man and her resistance was nothing to him. Eventually he got her up to his suite of rooms and in the living room area he stopped and halted her too. He looked her over again, walking around her and taking her in. Finally he came to stand before her and pulled her skirt and undergarments off. He stepped back and looked at her again. Canting his head to one side he shrugged and stepped up to her and started to play with one hugely swollen breast. He rubbed it and fondled it, until finally he put his lips to her nipple. He teased and tormented at first, then he suckled her, for a little time before giving her other breast and equal attention.

Stepping back he released the air that was holding her and hammer inside her. The gag he left in place for now. He spoke then; “You will stand right there till I call you to me. If you move the magic of the Domination Collar will make you violently ill.” He whistled as he undressed himself and and sat in a chair just a few feet in front of her and by the fire. She note he was a tall man, 6'6” with wide muscled shoulders and callused hands. His manhood, while impressive for a human was not grotesquely large. He began with out preamble. “Understand, with this,” holding up the bracelet part of the Domination Collar, “I can send sensations through your body. Pain.” A sharp piercing pain shot through her chest and then instantly stopped.. “Pleasure.” She was given the sensation of being on the verge of several violent climaxes all at once. He didn't dismiss this right away. He was enjoying watching her reaction. But after several minutes of the convulsively violent climaxes he release the sensation.

Leaning back in his chair and cocking one leg over an arm he said, “I would like us to spend sometime getting to know each other and discovering things about each other. Now this can go pleasantly or it can go badly. That choice is yours to make. Now come here and show me why I paid a king's ransom for you. Now! Come!” The gag dissolved from her mouth.
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Karin made it awkward to walk around, glaring off at everyone who stared at her. She hated herself for getting into these situations, and thought to herself that she might have had a better chance at escaping if she'd just stayed and let Alton take the other girl instead. She grumbled and was dragged into his large house. She looked up and around the room. This was much different to Alton's tower. Perhaps she did have a chance, she just had to get the stupid collar he put on her off. That seemed like childs play compared to what Alton was doing, but at the same time this guy was also a magic user. She was wary of him, still coming to terms with the fact that magic existed, let alone what it could do to people. She glared at him when he spoke, keeping quiet thanks to the gag, but giving him such a venomous look that she could cripple anyone less confident. Her tail flicked dangerously out behind her as she lowered her head to appear more intimidating, despite her arms still being stuck to her back. She was trying to ignore the constant pounding that she was receiving, the cum from earlier having trickled down somewhat to her paw like feet. She tried to step back when he came over but he held her on a short leash as he grabbed at her bare bosom.

She breathed out sharply through her nose, as she felt that same drug addling sensation start to wipe her mind. She squirmed and moaned out under her gag, trying to pull away as her cheeks dyed a deeper shade of red. As he started to suck on her breasts she shuddered and cried out under her gag, moaning with strained delight. She was still not used to this feeling and it just flooded her when she had them played with, now they were super sensitive. From her teat she spilled forth milk. It wasn't as pressured or strong but it was the best tasting sweet and creamy milk around. What Thatch might notice if he was so inclined was that her milk was laced with mana, empowering those of a magical inclination with every drop. She squirmed and wriggled around pulling at the leash, but as he started on her other one she quivered, feeling the air dildo slamming her. She started to rock her hips to it's rhythm burning bright red as her eyes started to glaze over. Just as soon as he started however he stopped, leaving her in a state of shock as her body felt like it had a cold wash over it suddenly. She let out a little moan as she looked at him breathing hard through her nose, milk dribbling out of her still large looking tits.

With her skirt down he revealed her curvy hip line and voluptuous curvy ass, which was shaped nicely by her tail. Just above her tail was a small trail of fur in the same colour that ran part way up her lower back. It looked plush to touch and accentuated her cat girl look. She panted out under the gag looking worn out already from the intense pleasure from the market to just now. Once she had her hand free and was finally relinquished of the relentless fucking that the air cock was giving her she moved her hands up to her face to rip off the gag, expecting there to be a leather strap and rubber ball there. She touched around confused as she tried to pull the air out, but her effort was useless. She shook her head and tried to close her mouth since she'd just confirmed nothing was there, now giving her the sensation of lock jaw which freaked her out, making her panic. She looked up frantically at Thatch when he spoke, commanding her. She scowled and clenched her fist. This was the last straw for her today. She stepped forward but just as she did he explained how it worked, feeling that bolt of pain through her chest. She winced and grabbed her stomach, doubling over somewhat like someone had just winded her. She snarled and groaned breathing hard through her nose as she glared up at him. Then came pleasure, the feeling was more than intense for her. She cried otu and her legs went weak, dropping her to the ground on all fours as she panted and writhed under the immense feelings. It was like she climaxed but nothing happened to get her there, it was so confusing and so much to take all at once. She moaned desperately throughout the gag, a tear coming to her eye as she breathed heavily. Finally that feeling stopped, her legs soaked with even more cum, shining in the light of the room, showing just how sodden her entire crotch area was after all that. She looked up at him from her slumped position, panting madly.

Finally she felt the gag disappear from her mouth, letting her jaw rest. She moved her hand up to it, still breathing hard as she sat there, rubbing it with care. She glared, though admittedly it was a weaker glare than she'd been giving him from before, her stamina running low as she was recovering from all these forced feelings. "F...fuck...you.." she managed to say just staying there for a while, her legs feeling like jelly while she tried to get her breath back.
 
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Karin made it awkward to walk around, glaring off at everyone who stared at her. She hated herself for getting into these situations, and thought to herself that she might have had a better chance at escaping if she'd just stayed and let Alton take the other girl instead. She grumbled and was dragged into his large house. She looked up and around the room. This was much different to Alton's tower. Perhaps she did have a chance, she just had to get the stupid collar he put on her off. That seemed like childs play compared to what Alton was doing, but at the same time this guy was also a magic user. She was wary of him, still coming to terms with the fact that magic existed, let alone what it could do to people. She glared at him when he spoke, keeping quiet thanks to the gag, but giving him such a venomous look that she could cripple anyone less confident. Her tail flicked dangerously out behind her as she lowered her head to appear more intimidating, despite her arms still being stuck to her back. She was trying to ignore the constant pounding that she was receiving, the cum from earlier having trickled down somewhat to her paw like feet. She tried to step back when he came over but he held her on a short leash as he grabbed at her bare bosom.

She breathed out sharply through her nose, as she felt that same drug addling sensation start to wipe her mind. She squirmed and moaned out under her gag, trying to pull away as her cheeks dyed a deeper shade of red. As he started to suck on her breasts she shuddered and cried out under her gag, moaning with strained delight. She was still not used to this feeling and it just flooded her when she had them played with, now they were super sensitive. From her teat she spilled forth milk. It wasn't as pressured or strong but it was the best tasting sweet and creamy milk around. What Thatch might notice if he was so inclined was that her milk was laced with mana, empowering those of a magical inclination with every drop. She squirmed and wriggled around pulling at the leash, but as he started on her other one she quivered, feeling the air dildo slamming her. She started to rock her hips to it's rhythm burning bright red as her eyes started to glaze over. Just as soon as he started however he stopped, leaving her in a state of shock as her body felt like it had a cold wash over it suddenly. She let out a little moan as she looked at him breathing hard through her nose, milk dribbling out of her still large looking tits.

With her skirt down he revealed her curvy hip line and voluptuous curvy ass, which was shaped nicely by her tail. Just above her tail was a small trail of fur in the same colour that ran part way up her lower back. It looked plush to touch and accentuated her cat girl look. She panted out under the gag looking worn out already from the intense pleasure from the market to just now. Once she had her hand free and was finally relinquished of the relentless fucking that the air cock was giving her she moved her hands up to her face to rip off the gag, expecting there to be a leather strap and rubber ball there. She touched around confused as she tried to pull the air out, but her effort was useless. She shook her head and tried to close her mouth since she'd just confirmed nothing was there, now giving her the sensation of lock jaw which freaked her out, making her panic. She looked up frantically at Thatch when he spoke, commanding her. She scowled and clenched her fist. This was the last straw for her today. She stepped forward but just as she did he explained how it worked, feeling that bolt of pain through her chest. She winced and grabbed her stomach, doubling over somewhat like someone had just winded her. She snarled and groaned breathing hard through her nose as she glared up at him. Then came pleasure, the feeling was more than intense for her. She cried otu and her legs went weak, dropping her to the ground on all fours as she panted and writhed under the immense feelings. It was like she climaxed but nothing happened to get her there, it was so confusing and so much to take all at once. She moaned desperately throughout the gag, a tear coming to her eye as she breathed heavily. Finally that feeling stopped, her legs soaked with even more cum, shining in the light of the room, showing just how sodden her entire crotch area was after all that. She looked up at him from her slumped position, panting madly.

Finally she felt the gag disappear from her mouth, letting her jaw rest. She moved her hand up to it, still breathing hard as she sat there, rubbing it with care. She glared, though admittedly it was a weaker glare than she'd been giving him from before, her stamina running low as she was recovering from all these forced feelings. "F...fuck...you.." she managed to say just staying there for a while, her legs feeling like jelly while she tried to get her breath back.
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He shrugged and said, “Ah, that's kind of you to offer. But haven't you had too much of that today.” He activated the paralysis command of the Collar and came over to her and squatted down looking her in the face. “I do want to thank you for asking though. I've been wondering how long it would take.” He drops blankets and a pillow by her. He even brings her a bowl of milk. He squats down by her again and starts to scratch behind her ear. I am going to go rest for awhile. Perhaps tomorrow we can have that talk. If you're a good girl we might even go shopping. Now I am placing the same command, you are not to move from this spot till I tell you you can, disobey and the band will cause unimaginable pain until you have returned to exactly the same spot you left. Rest well, kitty kat. With a quick pat on the head he was gone.
 
Even in the crashing waves of his own climax enhanced by the echos of her's through their bond, Vash remained determined to watch her body writhe and her face so very closely- Intently. It was all part of the high for Vash. Her sultry expression that accompanied her explosive orgasm, it was precisely what the doctor ordered for the silver-haired royal wolfman. She warmed his heart, just as her perfect ass warmed his groin, it wasn't actually related, but they functioned similarly. His head rested upon her own, his chest moving over her's, which teased her hard nipples. His eyes slowly came to a close in a happy face that would be similar to a wolf's. The way he rubbed his cheek into her head was cleary endearing. He still wouldn't pur, he remained not-a-catman. But, this was simply an effective form of physical communication. A very effective, expressionate form of communication, one that Vash's whole body wished to entertain. Careful not to apply too much pressure on his knot in her freshly fucked cunt, he picked her up by her hips and rolled onto his back with her on his chest. His hands gave her ass and hips plenty of man-handling love before he craddle her back and licked the top of her snout lovingly.

He wanted to make her feel his tip pressing her against hip, the gushing back and forth of his potent, thick seed as he had moved her, and it's intense warmth echoing through her body. She deserved every bit of it, even if she did ruin her clothes like a bad girl. He'd have to buy her more for sure, but he hoped that wasn't at all on her mind, for now. He kept his form as she did too, patiently showing her body such an array of love. He wouldn't let her have this beautiful, deeply orgasmic -literally- experience and just feel back behind her little human safety wall. His arms tightened around her as he still smiled, watching the epically stuffed woman in who kept all of his cock and knot, along with the whale-load of sperm inside her all while now being forced to lay on it and lay on his hot, firm flesh and cozy silver fur.
 
Itzuki sighed as he made his way quietly through the markets and various other places around the area not finding any fun in whatever was going on around him. He knew he couldn't keep this up forever and eventually had to something, raising an arm looking over at the claws and spines that ran down all the way to his elbow then some longer ones up to his shoulder. Turning he passed to see much much larger crowds around one part of the market particularly where they were selling slaves owned by various masters though not seeing himself as a master as of yet anyway. Itzuki turned as he walked through the looking at all the different slaves wondering where he should start first.
 
Leah breathed out a heavy sigh of relief laying against him when he moved her down to lay on his chest. She squirmed lightly when he fondled at her sensitive tits, making her murmur and croon with delight. She laid in the pleasure of his seductive hold, his hands feeling so powerful and exciting.

She had no desire to change back, this time they weren't interrupted by the nosy bathhouse worker, this time she had time to appreciate the feelings, to bask in them. She had a thought and moved as though she was getting up from him sitting up. She awkwardly started to turn herself, trying very hard to keep his knot inside her. She quivered and made herself moan as she rotated around his knot, grinding it on her warm puffy lips. "Ahhh~" She gasped out when she managed it, turning so she was now on her stomach facing him. Her arms wrapped around his chest and neck and she went weak on him, even that motion stimulating her to excitement. His view was spectacular as she nuzzled her about into his soft neck furs. Her pert ass was two perfect squishy mounds, her tail wagging softly now it was freed. She squished her generous breasts into his chest, giving herself a cleavage as she cuddled onto him, still firmly stuck around his large throbbing cock.

She relaxed out on him and buried her face into him, holding on with no desire to move at all, her motions sweet as she crooned and moaned softly.

He felt so warm and strong, and in his arms like this she felt so protected. Her eyes drifted shut as she rested on him, her body was exhausted, but she forced herself to stay awake. To experience every last lingering drop of their sweet embrace. His cum was warming her inside, his hard rod still tingling and stimulating her. Each time she relaxed over it the slightest movement just made her tremble more as she was reminded that he was firmly stuck inside her.
 
Edward Thatch said:
He shrugged and said, “Ah, that's kind of you to offer. But haven't you had too much of that today.” He activated the paralysis command of the Collar and came over to her and squatted down looking her in the face. “I do want to thank you for asking though. I've been wondering how long it would take.” He drops blankets and a pillow by her. He even brings her a bowl of milk. He squats down by her again and starts to scratch behind her ear. I am going to go rest for awhile. Perhaps tomorrow we can have that talk. If you're a good girl we might even go shopping. Now I am placing the same command, you are not to move from this spot till I tell you you can, disobey and the band will cause unimaginable pain until you have returned to exactly the same spot you left. Rest well, kitty kat. With a quick pat on the head he was gone.
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She snarled, the nerve of this guy!! She wished she had more energy but her body felt so wrung out and tired. She glared viciously at him "I wasn't...askin'..you perverted...prick!" she said between breaths. The intense pleasure from both her breasts and the collar had practically winded her, leaving her worn down. Even like this though she was fiery like a primed tiger. She slapped his hand away when he moved to pat her head, keeping her head away from him as she snarled more viciously. "Don't you dare touch me!" she said. He walked away and she moved to get up but found her legs were stuck and weren't responding. "W..What the fuck!?" she said, feeling her whole body tense up and freeze in place. He bought over her 'bedding' and the milk putting them next to her, making it evident that he intended for her to sleep on the floor. She struggled trying to move, but with her exhaustion from before she just found it too hard to fight against the power of the collar. She winced and looked up at him with a dark look when he spoke to her like that. "Let me go at once you ass hole!! I will do nothing with you, if it doesn't involve you being ass fucked by a fuckin' spear!!!" she snarled, her language vulgar. She winced and tensed up more as his hand patted across her head. Her ears were so soft to touch it was unreal, and floppy too when he ran his hand over them. She shuddered, choking down her urge to start purring after he touched her there too long, an instinct she wished she could overcome. To her relief he stopped and just stood up, explaining how she had to stay in place. She waited until he went and clenched her fist tightly.

Karin trembled with rage and her face scrunched up as she growled. "Fuck him, Fuck Alton, Fuck this!!!!" She yelled out, feeling she could move again as she got up instantly and started to try and make her way to the window to escape. She winced feeling that as soon as she passed the 'bedding' area she felt a shot to her chest like someone had just punched her hard in the gut. She winced and gripped on fighting it, as she tried to take another step forward. She cried out in pain and yelled loudly as she forced herself to try and endure it a little longer. After just three steps she couldn't bare it, dropping to her knees she clutched onto herself with tears flooding out of her eyes at how intense the pain was. She retreated and fell over backward onto the bedding panting out in horror at what she just felt, feeling it all disappear now she was back in place. She tried the same thing five separate times just making the pain worse and worse for herself each time. The sixth time she tried she didn't even get one step before having to withdraw. She caught her breath and just sat back up staring at the clear escape from this nightmare. It mocked her, staring her in the face, making it look so easy. All she had to do was get up and walk to the window but she couldn't even do that.

"RRRAARRGHH!!!!!" She yelled as she threw the milk over the floor in frustration, spilling it over everywhere. Finally she ended up going to sleep, curling up in the blankets and pillows after trying for a while to get to sleep. Though her destructive nature was clear in the room from all her fighting and frustration her sleeping face was unbelievably calm and sweet. Her ears flicked softly and her face just looked pure and peaceful. It was a stark difference from her usual frowning, glaring or scowling look. If anyone had walked in right now they might mistake her for a sweet already doting pet. Her ears and tail looked silky from where she'd been cleaning up herself at Alton's place, unlike some of the slaves fresh off the market. They had a plush look to them, especially her tail which was long and fluffy. It looked almost too inviting to pet, or play with.

Anyone who knew breeds would be able to tell she was a rag-doll breed, proclaimed as one of the 'sweeter breeds' in regards to temperament and attitude. She was clearly an exception to this. Karin slept quietly and calmly through the morning, the soft rays coming through the window licking at her bare chest. She'd spread out quite a bit in her sleep, the blanket only half covering her now, one of those perfectly round squishy breasts exposed to the world.
 
Tiffany was pushed into one of the slave stalls that lined the avenue potential Masters wandered looking for new flesh. She was fresh meat...wide eyed and still trying to figure out what was going on...how she ended up here.

Nude.

Except for a black pair of thigh high stockings that showed off her athletic legs.

And the collar securely fastened about her neck. On her cell, posted for everyone but her to see was her vital statistics:

18/65 inches/105 pounds/fertile
Virgin
Brunette
Blue eyes
Up for auction in two days
A 'Buy it now' price with the notation: 'Offers will be considered'.
 
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She snarled, the nerve of this guy!! She wished she had more energy but her body felt so wrung out and tired. She glared viciously at him "I wasn't...askin'..you perverted...prick!" she said between breaths. The intense pleasure from both her breasts and the collar had practically winded her, leaving her worn down. Even like this though she was fiery like a primed tiger. She slapped his hand away when he moved to pat her head, keeping her head away from him as she snarled more viciously. "Don't you dare touch me!" she said. He walked away and she moved to get up but found her legs were stuck and weren't responding. "W..What the fuck!?" she said, feeling her whole body tense up and freeze in place. He bought over her 'bedding' and the milk putting them next to her, making it evident that he intended for her to sleep on the floor. She struggled trying to move, but with her exhaustion from before she just found it too hard to fight against the power of the collar. She winced and looked up at him with a dark look when he spoke to her like that. "Let me go at once you ass hole!! I will do nothing with you, if it doesn't involve you being ass fucked by a fuckin' spear!!!" she snarled, her language vulgar. She winced and tensed up more as his hand patted across her head. Her ears were so soft to touch it was unreal, and floppy too when he ran his hand over them. She shuddered, choking down her urge to start purring after he touched her there too long, an instinct she wished she could overcome. To her relief he stopped and just stood up, explaining how she had to stay in place. She waited until he went and clenched her fist tightly.

Karin trembled with rage and her face scrunched up as she growled. "Fuck him, Fuck Alton, Fuck this!!!!" She yelled out, feeling she could move again as she got up instantly and started to try and make her way to the window to escape. She winced feeling that as soon as she passed the 'bedding' area she felt a shot to her chest like someone had just punched her hard in the gut. She winced and gripped on fighting it, as she tried to take another step forward. She cried out in pain and yelled loudly as she forced herself to try and endure it a little longer. After just three steps she couldn't bare it, dropping to her knees she clutched onto herself with tears flooding out of her eyes at how intense the pain was. She retreated and fell over backward onto the bedding panting out in horror at what she just felt, feeling it all disappear now she was back in place. She tried the same thing five separate times just making the pain worse and worse for herself each time. The sixth time she tried she didn't even get one step before having to withdraw. She caught her breath and just sat back up staring at the clear escape from this nightmare. It mocked her, staring her in the face, making it look so easy. All she had to do was get up and walk to the window but she couldn't even do that.

"RRRAARRGHH!!!!!" She yelled as she threw the milk over the floor in frustration, spilling it over everywhere. Finally she ended up going to sleep, curling up in the blankets and pillows after trying for a while to get to sleep. Though her destructive nature was clear in the room from all her fighting and frustration her sleeping face was unbelievably calm and sweet. Her ears flicked softly and her face just looked pure and peaceful. It was a stark difference from her usual frowning, glaring or scowling look. If anyone had walked in right now they might mistake her for a sweet already doting pet. Her ears and tail looked silky from where she'd been cleaning up herself at Alton's place, unlike some of the slaves fresh off the market. They had a plush look to them, especially her tail which was long and fluffy. It looked almost too inviting to pet, or play with.

Anyone who knew breeds would be able to tell she was a rag-doll breed, proclaimed as one of the 'sweeter breeds' in regards to temperament and attitude. She was clearly an exception to this. Karin slept quietly and calmly through the morning, the soft rays coming through the window licking at her bare chest. She'd spread out quite a bit in her sleep, the blanket only half covering her now, one of those perfectly round squishy breasts exposed to the world.
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He had slept fitfully that night. Long before dawn he got out of bed and stood, leaning against the wall just watching her sleep. He saw she had wasted her night time snack. With a thought, a misting of water swept the old milk off the floor and a small whirlwind carried out the window. So he stood there and regarded the girl he now owned. He still hated that thought It still sent a shiver down his spine. He contemplated his actions of the day before.

He had come freshly from the Hall of Justice. He had finally been caught red-handed. For years he and his crew, in the course of regular privateering, had been taking slave ships, killing the crews and freeing the cargo. Well, they finally had unassailable witnesses. Distant relations of the royal court. Oh, he knew he was never really in any danger of he death penalty. Not because he was a Lord of the Land, but because of how much profit his trips made the Crown in their percentage. But the sentence was … creative. He would have to go immediately, buy a slave and keep her one year for every slaver ship he'd taken. There were a lot of slavers on that list.

He hated that he was forced to become the very thing he despised. He hated that as soon as his sentence was passed down his mind knew he could solve two problems at once. He needed a regular aethor source since his wife had died and here he had an almost guilt free way to fix that. Almost, but not quite. He hated that he resented Karin for having to take his wife's place even in that small way. Most of all he hated how cruel he had been to her the day before. He really should not have taken all his frustrations and his black mood out on her. But done was done. He'd used the stick yesterday, today he'd try the carrot.

He slipped from the room and returned with a small plate of sardines and roast chicken strips as well as a glass and a jug of fresh milk. He saw her waking up as he entered the room. He rushed over to her and set her food down to the side and seeing her overly abundant breast, he couldn't help himself. He dropped him self beside her and took one breast in his mouth and started suckling, on hand went to scratch behind her ear and the other hand went to her free breast.

He spent several long minutes suckling her first breast. The milk gave him a heady, fuzzy feeling. Rather than deal with that right then he dropped his mouth to her other breast and his hands simple switch which parts they were stroking, depending on which side of her body he was paying his full attentions too. Enjoying the suckling too much, becoming too swept away in the new heady sensation he lowered his body on top of her. His manhood beginning to awaken against her thigh. It was that sudden awareness that finally broke the trance of the milk. He hastily pulled himself off of her. Not till they had had their talk the told himself.

He used the time that it took her to come back to herself. He poured her a glass of cool fresh milk and put it in her hand. He took a strip of roasted chicken and held it up to her lips. “Good morning” he said in a kind and pleasant tone of voice. “Perhaps today we can have that talk.”
 
His eyes openned narrowly, his smile still visible as he watched her begin to move. Their bond wouldn't confirm to him whether or not Leah was aware of what she was doing or not as their bond wasn't a question answering machine, but a connection of their hearts. It was likely that either Leah had a hard time remembering the intense feelings that openned up as she transforms, and thus the actions she takes in response to those insane sensations, or she was truly divided from who and what she was now. That divide spawned from some trauma or corrupted conception of her curse, or maybe such a powerful notion of denial. Vash wouldn't be able to diagnose how she became a werewolf like she was, he needed magical instruments or a wiser elder of some sort. It was unlikely, even with what he knew, that he could tell if she was digging into that divide just by looking at her. He just trusted her, not even alert for any sort of ill will, watching her move about on him in a manor that partly confused him. In earnest, he knew nothing of what it would be like to undergo such a Violent, sudden change. He was born the way he was. Beast first, human like later.

As she adjusted her position, pressing her generous breasts into his chest and cuddling to him, he let his hands take to her hips. What a beautiful puppy he had, her tight cunt still squishing his mass and knot in such an immensely pleasurable way and her body perfectly complimenting his physically built full werewolf form that he took now. For the first time, Leah could experience what Vash would look like if he had to seriously fight something like a demon or a vampire, something with the strength and experience to pose his human form any sort of threat. Hell, he even took the form immediately instead of bothering with his natural transformation, precisely as he would if he needed to access the sheer muscle, claws or speed of a true beast in a troubling situation. Vash wondered if she witnessed a werewolf transformed often enough that his current form wasn't anything too big, or if she barely saw big male werewolves and being on him amd getting to see him would be like a big hands on zoo.

He pulled his big glowing eyes shut and licked at her neck before burying his snount onto her head, relaxing as he slowly fondled her hips. She was just the perfect feeling, in everyway. With her naked on him, his mountain of a cock knotted inside her cunt, he couldn't even begin to imagine what wanting something would feel like, other than not wanting to move. That, of which, he already had for at least a few more hours.
 
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Tiffany was pushed into one of the slave stalls that lined the avenue potential Masters wandered looking for new flesh. She was fresh meat...wide eyed and still trying to figure out what was going on...how she ended up here.

Nude.

Except for a black pair of thigh high stockings that showed off her athletic legs.

And the collar securely fastened about her neck. On her cell, posted for everyone but her to see was her vital statistics:

18/65 inches/105 pounds/fertile
Virgin
Brunette
Blue eyes
Up for auction in two days
A 'Buy it now' price with the notation: 'Offers will be considered'.
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As time passed he hadn't had much luck and of course things where starting to get boring, he was curious about this kind of odd human but also monster shared custom of keeping a slave but if so many people had one and it was the big norm than he would have to get one as well. He would decide to put in some effort as he continued down, finally stopping in front to see an auction tag already there, turning to look over her for a moment before looking her in the eyes and turning to walk past the cage but not to leave more to look for the owner then.
 


As time passed he hadn't had much luck and of course things where starting to get boring, he was curious about this kind of odd human but also monster shared custom of keeping a slave but if so many people had one and it was the big norm than he would have to get one as well. He would decide to put in some effort as he continued down, finally stopping in front to see an auction tag already there, turning to look over her for a moment before looking her in the eyes and turning to walk past the cage but not to leave more to look for the owner then.
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Hears footfalls as a figure approaches her stall. Shivers as she looks up and sees what appears to be a Man...but not quite human. He holds her gaze and she finds herself unable to look away from him. She tries to cover up as much of her nudity as she can.

She can tell he is studying her...appraising her as if trying to decide her worth. She wonders what cruelties and deprivations he is thinking about doing to her body. A tear glides down her cheek and dribbles onto her breast.

He breaks his gaze and turns walking away.

She breathes a sigh of relief...
 
He looks around for a moment as he saw what looked to be the owner coming around behind the cage as the spines all of his body started to sand up a bit as his lower cheek and mouth were covered by the jacket top almost like a half mask. Soon he walked closer to the man tapping him with a clawed finger as he pointed to the cage then to himself with a thumb turning to pull and throw onto two large and very heavy sacks of gold, the man quite a bit scared at his form but knowing he seems to be faking as he looks over the bags and gives him a key to the cage. Slowly he walks back out to the female standing in front of her pulling out a key and letting her for a moment state at it before slowly turning to open it.
 
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He looks around for a moment as he saw what looked to be the owner coming around behind the cage as the spines all of his body started to sand up a bit as his lower cheek and mouth were covered by the jacket top almost like a half mask. Soon he walked closer to the man tapping him with a clawed finger as he pointed to the cage then to himself with a thumb turning to pull and throw onto two large and very heavy sacks of gold, the man quite a bit scared at his form but knowing he seems to be faking as he looks over the bags and gives him a key to the cage. Slowly he walks back out to the female standing in front of her pulling out a key and letting her for a moment state at it before slowly turning to open it.
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Shivers as she sees the Man return sometime after leaving. He stops and his movements seem to be going in horrible slow motion. He pulls something out from...somewhere...she is not sure if what he is wearing is clothes or some form of demonic/alien/magical skin.

Her world is upside down...nothing makes sense with all she's seen in the last (God knows) how many hours.

"No...no...no..." she says, and backs away from the door as he takes out a key and puts it in the lock.

Slowly turning it.

Slowly opening the door.

Her feet, clad only in black thigh highs of a sheer material that does not seem to rip or run, claw at the dirty floor as she tries to will herself through the back of the cage. Realization dawns on her: he just bought her! Like an animal...like a dog...or a cow...

She starts to sob and cry as her Owner steps towards her to take possession of her...
 
He just watches her there cowering in front of him, as he extends a clawed hand his other arm moving to his jacket tugging it twice then raising his extended hand in a "come here" motion slowly. He was signaling to her that he would offer her some clothing. He then reached back toward one of his pockets to pull out a single loaf of bread stepping forward a bit into the cage and placing it down in front of her before deciding to speak now. " would you rather die in a dirty miserable place like this in chains like an animal or be taken away and cared for like a proper human being..."

Aa Itzuki crossed his arms waiting for an answer he stepped closer toward her, getting down on one knee as he raised his arms and brought it down slashing the chains that held her inside the cage before stepping g out and standing their again.
 
Her heart thunders in her chest as he motions for her to come forward. She shakes her head 'no'...then he speaks. His voice is otherworldly. She is unsure whether or not to trust him. Then he places the bread in front of her. She has not eaten in awhile and she hesitantly reaches for it.

Sniffs it.

Tentatively tastes it.

It is not bad and she takes a few testing bites.

She watches him draw close...then go down on one knee...his arms raising up.

Then she screams in startled terror as he brings his claws down. She expects him to slash her throat just for his amusement.

But the death blow never comes. Instead she is unchained. And so on unsteady legs she stands, eating the bread warily as she watches him. She follows him out from her cage.
 
He watches her slowly, with a small nod as he turns to walk to the right through the market leading her out of the crowded but otherwise filthy and less than habitable still large area of the slaving trading part of the market. As he stops for a moment looking around before heading intoned stopping in front of a small tent that was selling small packages of food, some being dried meat turned into jerky, as well of course as a basket of more bread and other things. Itzuki looked over at her and pointed to the tent as he pulled out some coins, raising his hand for her to stay outside as he would go into the tent to buy more food for her. A minute or too later he walked back out with a full basket of four loaves of bread as well as two pieces of jerky holding the basket out to her to take as he turned again and started to walk down the path again.
 
She follows him through the market seeing all the other slaves on sale. Some look like they have been badly used and abused. Others look like they were born and/or bred for slavery. She shudders, hoping that soon she will be told where she was and what was expected.

Her Owner stopped. Beckoned her to stand outside as he went into what appeared to be a food tent. As she stood there Men passing by appraised her. Admired her, but dared not break the taboo of touching another's property.

When he reappeared he handed her the basket. She smiled, showing off pearly white teeth. She tasted the jerky...meat had never tasted so good. As he started off once more she followed obediently. No chains or leashes needed now...she would not dare stray from his kindness. Then she decided to be a little bold:

"Thank you, Master." She said in a soft voice.
 
The monster continued to walk in silence with her following behind as he stopped for a moment turning to glance over his shoulder at her and give a small warm smile with a nod before turning and again continuing to walk past the crowded streets of the market. Soon after a few more minutes of walking they had plwnty of breathing room as he stopped for a third time looking around at where they were. He was not used to plain old human surroundings like this so it took him a bit of time to figure out the directions and everything. Finally he had his direction leading her down a road where a medium sized house with a hill top view came into in front of them as he pointed to it then dropping his arm and continuing to walk.

As he opened the door he walked I closing the door after her, the room was a bit dimly lit though becoming brighter as he was seen lighting a few lamps to make the room much brighter and easier to see placing them in various places to have them hanging. It was an old style wooden house almost like a log cabin from the inside but it felt different. Waving her over to follow again he lead her down a hall, showing her a simple wash room and to her own room, it was simply yet cozy, not having Windows but having a bed and a desk. " food will be soon..." He told her leaving her to explore for a bit as he walked back to where they started to one side of the room as he started to cook something.
 
Her new home is small, but warm and cozy which comforted her. She smiled as she was shown her own room. She washed up, removing the filth and grime from the slave market. She washed and rinsed her thigh highs.

It was funny; in his presence she no longer minded her nudity and was coming to accept it. As she scavanged the room she found another pair of the tough, sheer thigh highs and put them on. The home cocked meal her Master was making smelled wonderful. She began to wonder just how long since her capture. Her stomach was rumbling despite having eaten the bread and jerky.

She did not know whether to stay in her room or go out and assist her new Owner. Finally she decided on the latter.

"Master?" She said softly, averting her eyes to the floor and her stocking-clad feet. "Is there anything i may do to help you?"
 
He continued to cook with a sigh as the steam slowly started to rise around him. As becoming busy at home was starting to become a new thing for him Mosley with the fact that he had someone permanently stay with him now like this. Closing his eyes, Itzuki started to have a moment to think as he turned to see her better than what she was before, leaning over with raising his arm to give her a soft pat on the head then shaking his head to tell her that he was fine. Again he left her to explore and relax for a bit before he would be done with cooking soon taking him a little longer as he added a few things that would be mostly a simply meal of some vegetables and meat for now.
 
The small pat is comforting and oddly sweet. I smile and quietly explore a little. Then curious about my owner, i return to his presence and sit on the floor, quietly watching him cook.
 
Soon he gives a stretch as the spines along the his arms and back rise then fall down like quills. Finally he walked over to the side as he now starts to put everything together walking down to the table in the middle of the room as he set down both the plates for himself and her, looking over and holding his arm out to tell her to go ahead and start eating as he sat down and started to eat himself.
 
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His eyes openned narrowly, his smile still visible as he watched her begin to move. Their bond wouldn't confirm to him whether or not Leah was aware of what she was doing or not as their bond wasn't a question answering machine, but a connection of their hearts. It was likely that either Leah had a hard time remembering the intense feelings that openned up as she transforms, and thus the actions she takes in response to those insane sensations, or she was truly divided from who and what she was now. That divide spawned from some trauma or corrupted conception of her curse, or maybe such a powerful notion of denial. Vash wouldn't be able to diagnose how she became a werewolf like she was, he needed magical instruments or a wiser elder of some sort. It was unlikely, even with what he knew, that he could tell if she was digging into that divide just by looking at her. He just trusted her, not even alert for any sort of ill will, watching her move about on him in a manor that partly confused him. In earnest, he knew nothing of what it would be like to undergo such a Violent, sudden change. He was born the way he was. Beast first, human like later.

As she adjusted her position, pressing her generous breasts into his chest and cuddling to him, he let his hands take to her hips. What a beautiful puppy he had, her tight cunt still squishing his mass and knot in such an immensely pleasurable way and her body perfectly complimenting his physically built full werewolf form that he took now. For the first time, Leah could experience what Vash would look like if he had to seriously fight something like a demon or a vampire, something with the strength and experience to pose his human form any sort of threat. Hell, he even took the form immediately instead of bothering with his natural transformation, precisely as he would if he needed to access the sheer muscle, claws or speed of a true beast in a troubling situation. Vash wondered if she witnessed a werewolf transformed often enough that his current form wasn't anything too big, or if she barely saw big male werewolves and being on him amd getting to see him would be like a big hands on zoo.

He pulled his big glowing eyes shut and licked at her neck before burying his snount onto her head, relaxing as he slowly fondled her hips. She was just the perfect feeling, in everyway. With her naked on him, his mountain of a cock knotted inside her cunt, he couldn't even begin to imagine what wanting something would feel like, other than not wanting to move. That, of which, he already had for at least a few more hours.
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Leah tried to keep herself awake, just taking in his details, staying close on his chest as he held her in his strong arms. She craned her neck up as he started to lick at her, nuzzling the side of his face with her muzzle. She wagged her tail happily and just felt trapped in this state of elation. It was the most fantastic feeling she'd ever felt in her life and it was like nothing else mattered to her right now. She held onto him, staying awake for an impressive while, as time slipped through their fingers, like it had no meaning on their existence.

Eventually she rested her head on his after returning his loving licks with some of her own, the wolf girl resting on him. As she slept she started to change back, her body clearly not used to excreting the power it took to maintain her form. She was untrained, and part of her curse still kept her human unlike him. It only further sealed their differences as that fur receded and her muzzle turned back into that delicate face of hers. Just as before her tail, ears and feet remained wolf like, though this time her ears seemed to stay a little larger, giving her that floppy eared look of a puppy.

All the while as she changed and shifted over his body she still kept his cock trapped inside her, the knot only pushing more against her cunt as it tightened up over him more, truly plugging her onto him like a cock warmer. She shifted and moaned in her sleep as that part of her change started to occur, making her squirm and shift on him gently. Yet even though she changed down, still bare naked on him she didn't seem to wake, seemingly perfectly at ease with his cock rammed into her all the way.

She slumbered on him for another hour and a half before the cart hit a bump in the road, shocking her awake. She gasped like she'd pulled her head up from a pool of water, lifting herself up on his chest slightly as she looked around confused for a moment, those big jiggling tits of hers hanging down teasingly in front of his face. She looked around, her hands gently caressing his fur. "Wha..." she said a little dazed as she looked down at him, her eyes mesmerised by his look like this. She blushed softly and shifted feeling him still inside her after all this time. "Vash we--nn--aaah-Ahhhh!~~" she shuddered as his knot rubbed her clit, making her tremble. She could feel his warm cum still locked away inside her making her blush more as her now more human mind realised the situation and replayed that elation back to her in a sort of memory that was based on feeling rather than total recall.
 
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