The Start of things
#1 of Amanda's Slaves
THE START OF THINGS
By: Horse_furry
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Amanda leaned back against her chair as she looked forward towards the auction cage. She adjusted her long robes that draped over her slender, curvy husky body. She tried to keep her large breasts covered the best they could, for in the past they only warranted sleazy looks from people she didn't want anything to do with. Amanda was blessed with a beautiful body, curves in all the right places. A body any male would kill over, and they have. But in recent years she had grown tired of having the males fight over her. And after receiving a wealthy inheritance from her parents, she started to dabble in slave auctions. Amanda bought and sold her slaves after growing tired of them. She didn't know whether or not she would ever keep one of the slaves she ever bought, but all eventually disappointed her in the end. Both males and females of all species, but none could live up to her expectations.
Amanda looked around the large, yet dark room. Only lit up by the candles and torches that surrounded the stone-walled room, shadows often covered up the other patrons' faces. Most of them were sleazy and fat male furs, wearing fancy robes to hide their filth and overcompensate for other things. Amanda saw other fems there too, but none were in the league that she was in. Low spenders that usually bought used slaves that had been sold three or four times before. But Amanda bought the new slaves, just fresh from the cages in which they were caught in. Always more expensive, and more fun for those who liked to tame the wild ones.
Amanda sighed and looked up to the auction block again to see a small male fox up in the cage. The young fox didn't look more than fourteen years old, and Amanda wasn't interested in that. The auctioneer, a medium sized ferret, yelled out the current bids quickly.
"I have 250, I hear 250. Do I hear 300? 250 going once...250 going twice...SOLD! To the gentleman in the red robes." The ferret yelled. Amanda looked over to the winner, seeing a fat, sloppy male pig. He was grinning ear to ear, probably about his recent win. She looked back to see a worried looked on the young fox's face as he looked over towards his buyer as he was being tugged away from his cage and into the holding area by one of the guards. Amanda fixed her brown hair which was fixed in a bun behind her head. She had a bored look on her face, the auction was getting close to being over and she had only had slight interest in one of the slaves. A large, buff wolf caught her eye. But it also caught the eye of a loin, who outbid her and was probably by now having his way with the wolf by now.
Amanda looked up at the auctioneer who was looking at the guards to see who was next. The Ferret smiled and looked back to the front.
"All right Gentlemen and ladies, we have a two for one here," the ferret yelled. "A brother and sister duo." With that, the auctioneer looked over to the guards and nodded his head. The large bull nodded and went behind the sheet separating the auction room from the holding room. The bull returned with two other bull guards. In their grasps was a mare and a stallion. Amanda lifted her eyebrows in interest as she looked over the two horses. The male was defiantly a specimen to behold. He wore nothing but a loincloth, showing off his muscular physique which seemed to have no ounce of fat on it. She smirked and then looked over slightly at his sister. Like unlike her brother, who was dark brown with a black mane and tail, she was a blonde mare with a white mane and tail. The mare also wore a loincloth and a tattered shirt over her chest. She was also as beautiful as her brother. Hourglass figure with all the curves and a large bust. Amanda noticed that it was slightly larger than hers, but the mare was taller than her, if only by a couple of inches. Amanda saw the almost frightened looks on both of their faces, both probably still in their early twenties, they most likely didn't have a full grasp of what was going on.
Amanda took a quick glance around the room to see if she could see any other interested bidders along the floor. She saw at least two. A slightly pudgy tiger who seemed to be only interested in the mare and not the stallion. The other was a German Shepard. She shook them off, knowing both of them wouldn't go as high as she could go. Meanwhile the ferret had spoken to the crowd about the two, saying that it was a great deal and all. But luckily for the husky-fem, a lot of the crowd had left with earlier purchases in the day. By now the two hand bound horses were in the auction cage and the bidding was about to start. The ferret smiled to the crowd and yelled out the starting bid.
"Alright lets say we start these two off with 200?" He said. The tiger raised his hand.
"Alright we have a bidder. We have 200 do I hear 250?" The Shepard raised his hand.
"250, alright I have 250, do I hear 300? I have 300, do I hear 350..." The bidding went back and forth like this for a while. Amanda wasn't bidding though, she would wait until one of them would drop out and then it would be one on one instead to two on one.
The bidding got up until it was 900, then the tiger dropped out, figuring he was only going to be using one of them, it wasn't worth the wasted money.
"900, I have 900, do I hear 1000?" The ferret yelled. Amanda raised her hand to bid. The ferret saw this and nodded to her.
"Alright I have 1000. Do I hear 1100?" Amanda looked over to the Shepard, who gave her a nasty look back, raising his hand to bid.
"Alright, 1100, do I hear 1200?" Amanda smiled and raised her hand. In the past this was the ceiling for the Shepard. And on this night, it still was.
"Alright I have 1200 going once...going twice...three times and sold to the lovely lady in black robes. Amanda gave off a small smile from the corners of her lips as she won the bidding war. She watched the guards take down the horses and pull them away. Amanda stood up and headed to the door in the far left corner of the room, almost the opposite direction her new horses had just gone. She strode up to a window in the adjacent hallway and nodded to the male skunk on the other side.
"Ah...Amanda, glad to see you again," the skunk said. He had seen her here many times before. "Get anything good?" Amanda smiled, showing off her white teeth.
"Well I do hope so, Jarred" Amanda said in her soft toned voice. Jarred nodded as he looked over to the guard who had just stepped into the room with the skunk.
"What did the lady hear buy?" Jarred asked the bull.
"Bought the two horses. Auction number 53. Price was 1200." The guard said, looking between the husky and the skunk. Jarred looked back to Amanda, smiling.
"Oh, well nice job. I had a look at them earlier, very nice." Jarred jotted some numbers down on the scrolls in front of him. "Alright, 1200 is what you owe Amanda." Amanda reached into her robes and took out as small bag and which a chang sound, dropped it on the counter. She reached for it an unwrapped it, continuing to take out 1200 worth in gold coins. She dropped the coins in front of the skunk, who took them and placed them out of sight.
"Alright then," Jarred said as Amanda placed her coin bag back into her robes. The skunk tore a piece of paper from the wall on his side and handed it to the husky. "OK, here's the ticket, you know the drill. Down the hall to the last door on your right. Go in, give the ticket to the guard and he'll retrieve your purchases." Amanda nodded and had already turned and was heading down the hall before the skunk had finished his sentence.
Amanda stopped at the curtain covered door, looking at her ticket, making sure everything was correct before moving the curtain aside and stepping into the dark confines of the holding area. The guard sitting near the door took immediate notice of the husky and stood up to receive her.
"Do you have a ticket, m'lady?" The bull guard said. Amanda nodded and presented the piece of paper she had gotten from Jarred. The guard took it and looked it over before turning around and walking away towards the pens. She took a quick look around, seeing most of the pens empty because it was around the end of the auction and most had been sold. The guard quickly returned with a leash in each of his hands. The leashes were attached to collars that were around her two new horses necks'. Amanda gave each of the horses a good look over. She smiled as she noticed that they looked even better from close up. She looked at the guard and put out her hand, which the guard handed her the two leashes. "Here you go, m'lady."
Amanda nodded to the guard and then tugged on the two leashes, pulling the two horses to follow in tow. They both started to walk behind the husky as she led them out of the room and down the hall. Both of the horses looked at each other and tried to give comforting looks to each other. They had both been taught not to talk unless otherwise told. Being brand new slaves, they were scared and nervous about this whole ordeal.
Amanda's cottage was not far away from the slave auction, a quick twenty minute walk quickly led them to her front door. Leading her new horses inside, she latched the door behind her. She let go of both of the leashes and pointed to the couch against the wall to their right.
"You two, go sit down while I get fire going," Amanda said before turning to the fireplace and attempted to start a fire. The male horse nodded to his sister and both went and sat down, waiting for their new husky master to address them.
After lighting the fire, Amanda went and stood in front of the two as they sat on the couch looking up at her. She looked at the male first.
"You," she pointed at the male. "Stand up and let me see you." The male horse nodded and stood up, his hands around his back. "What is your name?"
"M'lady, my name is Eric Sinclair." The male horse said, keeping his eyes focused on the wooden floor. Amanda looked over the horse once more before looking at the mare. And motioned her to stand up.
"And yours?"
"M...my name is," the mare stuttered as she rose to her hooves. "My name is Christine, ma'am." The mare, like her brother, kept her eyes low. Amanda shook her head.
"Alright you two. First off is that I don't want to be hearing this ma'am or m'lady talk. I don't like it one bit." She started to notice as the two horses started to fidget around in their submissive stance. Amanda shook her head. "Alright, I guess I better say what's what around here." Christine and Eric's ears twitched forward. "First off I consider myself not to be a strict mistress or owner at all." Amanda looked between the two. "And another thing is that you need to relax. I don't really think of the slaves I buy as slaves, but instead just house guests that I can order around, among other things." Amanda smiled slightly before continuing. "So I wouldn't worry if I were you two." Eric and Christina looked at each other in surprise before looking back at Amanda.
"Do you two understand?" Amanda asked them. They both nodded in unison. Amanda shook her head again. "You two have voices, right?" The two nodded again. "Then use them!"
"Okay," both the horses said together, relaxing a little bit more as they moved their hands to their sides. Amanda looked over towards the kitchen area, then looked back at the two.
"I'm going to go see what there is to eat. Stay here." Said Amanda. She then turned and headed for the kitchen, leaving Eric and Christine alone.
"I don't know what to think of this, Eric." The mare looked over to her brother. "Is she lying to us, you think?" Eric shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't really know, but what I do know is that our new owner is pretty cute," Eric's eyes followed his new mistress as she had walked away. Christine shook her head.
"Will you stop thinking with your dick and think with your brain. We were just bought and she owns us," Christine continued. Eric chuckled and shook his head as Amanda returned from the kitchen.
"Well, the cupboards seem to be bare, so I need you to go to the market and purchase food for dinner." She pointed at Eric, then handed him a few gold coins. "Here, buy us some food and get back here as soon as you're done." Eric looked at the coins that were now in his hand.
"Wow, pretty trusty to let a recently bought slave to go out on his own," Eric said. Amanda smiled.
"Oh, well it looks like you can form complete sentences." She looked at Christine. "Anyways I don't think you'd leave your sister here and suffer my wrath for your running away." Christine gulped and Eric nodded before turning and headed for the door. Amanda noticed that he was still wearing just the loincloth from the auction, but said nothing about it and let Eric leave.
To Be Continued...
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First installment with many more to come with this series. Always up for ideas to take this story in different directions. message me