Training: Prelude
The hot water felt heavenly. It cascaded from the shower head over her form and soaked her body thoroughly, making her fur feel heavy. The rabbit lifted her arms to greet the rushing water and enjoyed herself.
She moved only once her fur was a shade darker brown, bringing her arms down and feeling through her body. Gently she cupped her pert breasts, being careful not to touch her sore nipples. Even the water set off reminders of the last play time... A few good rubs ensured that most of the grime from her fur was released into the running water. She dropped her hands and slid them down her sides, proud of her lean figure. Her fingers crept towards her crotch...
The rabbit parted her nether lips and let the water run across the bare skin hidden beneath. It brought thoughts into her mind, but she dismissed them, contending now to only washing herself. Once thoroughly clean, she bent forward in the shower and lifted her perky tail. The water tickled as it ran between her buttocks. The rabbit spread them ever so slightly and made sure to wash even her tailhole. It might be that her master would want to use her there next...
She bent over further to wash her legs, but the sound of curtains being pulled aside interrupted her. She stood up in the shower and assumed her pose, arms crossed behind her back and her gaze to the ground.
Her master passed her by, but her attention was captured another pair of feet, very unlike the soft black paws... Those feet were pink and hardly had any fur... A wiry pink tail followed... The rabbit carefully lifted her gaze just enough to see that her master was leading a white mouse from a chain attached to cuffs binding her wrists. The mouse looked scared, her walking was so stiff that it was a wonder she hadn't already tripped.
Curiously the rabbit watched the master walk the new girl over to the open shower. With practiced ease master threw the chain over the horizontal pole near the ceiling, caught the loose end and locked it so that the girl's arms were held taught and she was standing on the very tips of her toes.
"Airlis."
She responded to the call by briskly walking to her master's side and adopting her stance. Master cupped the rodent's chin and turned her face towards Airlis.
"You will obey her as you would me. You will call her miss."
Master's voice was a deep growl always when talking to the new ones. It still sent shivers down her spine... And the dainty mouse was absolutely terrified. She barely managed a gulp and a whimpered answer. The master gave a short warning growl, which seemed to send a shock through the mouse, who immediately squeaked "Yes, sir" in a very pitiful, hardly carrying voice.
Master dropped his hold of the new girl and turned to Airlis, who only lifted her floppy ears the slightest bit to show that she was listening.
"She just came in. Wash her properly so that I may get to work on her straight away after this client," his voice faded and Airlis could imagine the briefest frown on his face. Soon his fingers were under her chin to deliver a scritch and his voice was filling her ears with a playful note:
"You've been such a good girl, Airlis, you may play."
"Yes master, thank you, master," she said with a curtsey. Master gave another scritch to her, then turned his attention back to the mouse:
"Slave, you will do nothing to resist her. You will not speak unless asked a question."
The response was another pathetic whimper, which barely ended in the word 'sir'.
Master turned to leave. Airlis broke her stance and took a proper look at the new girl.
The mouse looked absolutely dirty, she must have just come from the road. Her fur might have been stark white if not for the covering of dirt and dust. There was an old bruise on the side of her face. But those black eyes... Her desperation was so deep in them that it shook even Airlis. But she had her orders.
The brown rabbit headed to the faucet and turned the shower on, adjusting it to a warm temperature.
The mouse gave a squeak when the first droplets of cold hit her. She braced herself to endure through the following ice cold shower. But the water grew warmer. The thought that they were going to boil her alive ran through her mind. But the temperature didn't rise to even near uncomfortable. She opened her eyes again. The rabbit was going through various bottles and brushes, doing careful selection...
Airlis settled everything into a heap by the mouse's foot. Even just the water had made the other girl's fur brighter. Now to get rid of the rest of the grime. With a short bristled brush Airlis got to work.
The rabbit worked incredibly softly... Her touch was gentle, she didn't use the brush painfully, it actually felt comfortable apart from the strain her forced posture was causing. She closed her eyes and relaxed as well as she could...
Her daze burst apart when the rabbit cupped her breasts. The mouse opened her mouth to protests, but she remembered her orders and fell silent. Just a whimper escaped.
Airlis ignored the slave's whimper. She had been allowed to play and she would show the poor little mouse that there was nothing to be afraid of. She gently used her fingers instead of the brush to burrow beneath the once white fur on the right breast and started a massage, the purpose of which was more for pleasure than for practice. If her whimpering was anything to go by, the mouse had sensitive breasts and was vocal about her pleasure, both traits very much appreciated by their master.
The rabbit moved closer, turning the massage again into a cup. A squeak of surprise rang into her ears when she brought down her tongue on the erect nipple poking pink beneath the white fur. The lapine's tongue worked softly and soon Airlis was rewarded with sighs and moans. She took the nipple between her lips and gave it a soft squeeze, receiving a whimper in response. Master would love to play with these...
While working her mouth over the right nipple, her right hand sought to please the other breast. Alternating between just cupping and massaging, occasionally going to brush over or pinch the nipple, the rabbit kept working on multiple sensations for the mouse. She on the other hand was helpless to deliver pleasure back, something she longed to do now when the rabbit had so suddenly opened a whole new world for her. She began to struggle against her bindings, making the chains clink. Airlis stopped immediately. The mouse splayed her ears and tried a wordless apology, but it seemed to go unnoticed. The rabbit resumed her work of merely washing her...
"Miss...?" she attempted, but was cut short:
"You have not been asked a question, slave."
The words sounded so harsh, but her voice was soft... The word 'slave' kept revolving round and round in her head, unwilling to leave... Was that all she was ever going to be...? She dropped her weight onto the chains in defeat, but her only companion so far ignored her.
The mouse listlessly followed the rabbit's working with her gaze. She was heading down her left foot, when a horrid realization dawned on her. She was terribly ticklish and would for sure kick, laugh and yell were something like that brush even go near her feet. She tried to squeak for attention, she waved her tail, but didn't dare bring it closer to the rabbit, she lifted her feet slightly... and moved the left foot out from under the brush. The rabbit shot a stern look at her, but she put on her best face of desperation. A look of worry appeared on her features.
"Are you injured?" Airlis asked. It wouldn't have been a wonder if she did indeed have even a fracture in her leg, the bruising on her face looked like it had been bad and done on purpose.
"No miss," the mouse squeaked. "I tickle."
Airlis fought back a giggle. The mouse was adorable.
"You still need to be washed. Give me your leg," she said with a note of kindness in her voice. Gingerly the rodent offered the leg and Airlis stole a peek at her face to see that she was biting her lip already. She didn't want to torture the poor thing, so she quickly brushed over the foot. The mouse wasn't lying, she seemed to tickle a lot, judging by the squirming, her claws almost digging into Airlis' hand and the odd noise of her holding back screamed laughter.
"The other one," Airlis said to get it over with quickly and the mouse was no less than relieved when it was over.
Airlis through the brush aside, but she remained kneeling, looking up at the bound rodent. She looked down at her. The fear from her eyes had faded, that was good. Now there was question, maybe of what she was planning on doing next. Airlis had a plan...
She gasped when she realized, just barely managing to stop herself from jerking away. The rabbit was unmistakably going towards her groin! She shifted her weight anxiously from one foot to the other, not daring to do anything more... She couldn't possibly go there...!
But she did... The first touch from her velvet covered fingers was light, just barely invasive. Then the hand slid down and indecently spread her. She wordlessly whimpered for mercy, but was given no heed. Airlis' head got closer towards her...
She tensed all the way through. The tongue... that tongue had done something wonderful. The captive mouse could only hold her breath and hope that feeling of bliss would never pass. What ever this place may turn out to be, that had just been a piece of heaven. The second lick also shot her mind through to a new level, the third hardly registered and soon her senses were overloaded with intense pleasure.
Airlis slowly let the mouse's clit fall away from her lips. She was panting heavily and merely hanging on the chains. The rabbit smiled. Such pleasure was a wonder to receive, but even more miraculous to cause. While the mouse was still trying to find her way back into her own mind, Airlis explored her sensitive flesh with her fingers. Only briefly did she tuck them into the mouse's warm depths, only to find a hindrance.
"You're a virgin?"
The mouse nodded feebly. This was new to Airlis... Usually the girls that came in this shape had been used at least once... Maybe there was something special about her? Airlis dropped her exploration, deciding that it belonged to her master's tasks.
The rabbit reached out for a bottle of shampoo and lathered up a good portion of the mouse's back. Her muscles were already starting to feel strained, some even shivering under the constant pull of the awkward position. Perhaps master would be along shortly and the slave would be released into a more comfortable position. The thought made Airlis work faster, to the mouse's disappointment. She had begun to enjoy the sensation of the rabbit's paws on her back, the luxury of soap bubbling in her fur... And the warm water. Even though it had been turned off for the soaping, the room still remained a moist and warm space and it felt heavenly for the mouse. But still, all too soon the water was running again and washing all the soap and along with it the grime of uncomfortable travel away. But it also meant that the rabbit was paying less and less attention to her, until a towel was wrapped around her. The rabbit made fast work of drying her off, much to her disappointment. She tried looking at Airlis beggingly, but the gaze fell to blind eyes.
"You will now wait for master."
"Yes, miss," she squeaked with more confidence, and the smile the rabbit gave was more than worth it.
Maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't end out so horrible...