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The Mouse's 'Slave'

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Tesla wasn't sure how she'd been bought, but she knew that it was better to be on this ship than it was to be down on the markets again. The Dalmatian knew that the luck of the draw when it came to masters wasn't good, and anything that limited her exposure to the possible bad ones was good. One bad master that owned her was something that she could eventually escape from. A thousand possible bad ones trying her out every day...that was something else.

The Dalmatian knelt in the back of the room, recognizing it as a high-up cabin on a ship. Probably some sort of Captain or other had bought her, and considering that slavery was illegal in some of the more civilized areas, that meant it was probably a pirate of some sort, or maybe someone high up enough not to care.

Wonder what he's gonna be like?

The shemale shifted back and forth, her cock throbbing idly in the tight cage that held it up to her crotch. The feeling of it constantly pulsing, begging to get out, was something that she had never gotten used to. It felt so tight, and while she wanted to use it, there was something...pleasant...about having it held tight, too.

She shifted back and forth, the cushion under her knees welcome compared to the hard wooden plates in the marketplace. She had a wire leash that attached her via a collar to the wall, though feeling at it, the Dalmatian was pretty sure she could snap it if she had to. It wasn't that strong; either her collar or it would break before she did.

First, though, she had to meet her new master. He might be a good one...might be.

Eventually, the metal door on the far side of the room opened, and a smaller than expected silhouette poked through. The door shut again, plunging them back into the dim light until a switch was tapped. She blinked through the sudden bright light, gradually making out the figure in front of her.

He was...small, she was surprised to see. Only five feet tall, so much shorter than her, and wearing a fancy red suit that looked like it probably cost as much as she had. He carried a cane, one that he didn't seem to need, and her eyes almost dropped out of their sockets at the sight of the gem on the tip of it. It had to be worth as much as some national treasures, some whole countries' economies!

She looked back up at him, seeing that he wore a mask rather than kept his face exposed, and fought a blush as he chuckled.

"What's so funny?"

"I'm surprised. Surprised at how quickly you start showing how you feel. Most people hide themselves after being put through the slave markets."

"Well...not much point in hiding, is there?"

"In front of me? Not really, Tesla."

"You know my name?"

"I know most everything...including the fact that you've been in that cock cage for over a year now. It's been quite tight, hasn't it? Perhaps I should loosen it for you."

"...I...wouldn't mind that."

The mouse nodded, reaching down and tapping her cage with his cane. Just like that, it fell off, and she gasped as her cock throbbed upwards, getting hard as a rock in the space of little more than a few seconds. It ached with the need to put it in someone, but she held back, managing to keep from thrusting into the air. She would keep that small bit of dignity, at least.

When he stood up straight again, she groaned, shaking her head.

"Thank you...I didn't...expect that."

"You can expect more than that, with me owning you."

"What do you mean?"

"I feel it is better to reward a slave than to leave them unpunished. A slave that wants to serve is better than a slave that fears messing up."

"..."

"Do you doubt me?"

"I think it's pretty weird, compared to what people were doing to me."

"Then let's test it."

The mouse stepped back, pressing one hand to his crotch. Tesla groaned, knowing what was coming now. It always came, always. The masters would use her, and then decide that she wasn't good enough, or find some other excuse to punish -

ZZZZZZIP.

The scent hit her like a load of bricks, and her eyes went wide as he pulled a pair of balls out of his pants that were bigger than her hands. His cock barely stuck out past them to her eyes, her attention entirely focused on those massive white orbs. They hung down low, dragged by their own weight, and they...they...

Oh, gods, they smell good...

She licked her lips as she stared at them, knowing that the mouse was saying something, but she just didn't care. All she could see were those balls, and smell the musk coming off of them. She had to have them. She had to have those in her mouth, and feel them spurting all the way down her throat.

CRACK! The wire snapped as she lunged forward. Instinctively she ducked under his cane as he tried to block her, the Dalmatian shemale shoving him to the floor. Her bigger body was easily able to pin him, kicking the cane away as she pressed her hands on his thighs, pushing them wide apart as her legs curled around his arms, pulling his masked face right against her ass.

"Mmmm...balls..."

He was muttering something against her ass, but she didn't hear, nor care what he was saying. All that mattered were those hot, huge testicles. She leaned down, her cock resting against his chest and neck as she dragged her nose across the furred orbs, moaning all the way. The musk that came off of them was soft, gentle, warm, but all-consuming. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue hung out as she kept sniffing it up, enjoying it, savoring it as she nuzzled up against his sack.

She felt him hardening as she worked him further, but she focused on his balls instead, dragging her tongue over them, teasing them, lifting them, lowering them. The taste of them was just as good as the scent, making her moan, making her drip. Her pre oozed into his suit, grinding into the fabric -

"MMMPH!"

A couple of smacks on her hips finally reminded her that the balls belonged to someone, and she lifted her body up a few inches. Not much, but enough for what she had in mind.

"What are you - leave my mask - stop touching it!"

Tesla fumbled with his mask, pulling at one edge, and then the other as he kept dragging his head back and forth. There was nothing he could do to stop her, though, as she forcefully dragged the mask off, throwing it to the far side of the room and grinding her pucker back against his lips. Her cock continued to bob and throb, dripping away, and she was torn between having her master eat out her ass or suck on her sweaty dick.

The latter won out, and she pulled her hips up enough to aim her dick for the mouse's mouth before thrusting down. He gagged around her shaft, the sudden feeling of heat and warmth almost enough to push the long-held chastity away right then and there. But she held on, not wanting to waste it. If this ended up getting her sent away - as her dimly aware mind told her it might - she wanted to get a good one.

She leaned forward, licking along those heavy balls again, dragging her tongue back to the mouse's cock. It was fully hard, finally, though only five inches in size. She pulled all five into her muzzle, knowing that the tip wouldn't even reach her throat, as she started sucking gently. The flavor of his pre was just like that of his balls. Clean, with the musk and saltiness faded into the background. Not diluted, just...clean.

Sucking hard as she bounced her hips, the Dalmatian used him as hard as she dared, pulling his cock into her mouth and slamming her own into his throat. In and out, in and out, feeling his coughing and sputtering every time that her tip slid back into his mouth, muffling it and grinding out his complaints with her balls on his nose when she thrust in.

So good, so good, so goooooood.

She sucked him, bobbing her head faster, her body a seesaw of pleasure as she lifted one side and lowered another, and then vice versa. Up and down, up and down, feeling his throat and then his cock and then back again. Musk, pre, pleasure, wonder.

Tesla moaned as she finally thrust her hips down over his face, grinding her ass over his eyes and holding the mouse's cock deep in her throat. She came, flooding his throat, and then so did he.

She was not ready for the sheer volume of his orgasm, swallowing part of it before she was forced to pull back, his seed splattering all over her face and chest. It was like a pipe that had burst, squirting and spitting all over the place, and his scent came with it. She panted, gasping, her heart rate shooting up through the roof as her cock throbbed harder than ever.

"Gods...so..."

She stared at him, leaning back slowly as she squatted over his face. Her cock popped out of his mouth, but his tongue went from her balls to her ass, pressed against it as the mouse seemed to be trying to catch his breath. The Dalmatian could hardly think of what she should do next. Her cock needed more, but she was coated in the scent that had driven her to suck him, and she wanted more of that, to bathe in that scent...

She looked over to the side of the room. Her cage was there, but it was too big for his cock, too big to hold it down to let his balls grow and make more of that smell. But maybe he had others...

"Oooh!"

The Dalmatian would ask him later, when his tongue wasn't buried in her ass, and when she wasn't feeling like she might be getting another orgasm in a little while. Whatever happened next, she was going to get twice the number of orgasms she'd had in over a year. Maybe three times.

The End