Soulful Service - Play Ending
When a bunny girl knows what she wants, she takes it. For better or worse, even if there's no going back, she steps into the place she feels meant to be. A story of consensual slavehood with alternate ending.
Soulful Service
"We've been over most of the details. Everything seems to be coming out well. I just want to know something. If you need money, you could have just gone and gotten a job at the local whorehouse. So why are you here?"
Alice rubbed her hands together as she blushed. The metal chair under her was cool on her short bunny tail and exposed butt. She was naked, had been since she had first started the registration process. For the past several hours, she'd been poked, filled, questioned, stretched... She had a mild soreness through her body, but it was a thrilling soreness. "I guess... I don't know. I always like the idea of this. Is that so wrong?"
The squirrel man interviewing jotted some things down on his tablet. "Slavery is normally seen as a last chance, something to be strongly avoided."
"I know." Alice felt her tail wiggle a little bit. Yes, she was selling herself. It was something final and drastic, but... "I think it feels different for me, though. I like the idea of it. Of being owned and used. I've tried whoring myself, and it doesn't feel like enough. I need to have someone to serve, not just someone to buy me for an hour." It felt thrilling to admit it out loud.
The man looked her over again and gave a little sigh. "Alright. Well... It's your own life you're giving up, so I'm not going to be the one to stop you." He went back to his pad and scrawled some things with its digital pen. "You have agreed to all the documents set forth, including the payment and handling of your sale?"
"Well... I'd like to make sure I go to a good buyer. But otherwise, I agree."
"We can only try for the first buyer. After that, you're nothing but property to be handled as they see fit." He turned the pad around and slid it across the table to her. "If you consent to the selling of your person, payment to be directed to the listed accounts, please read the following statement aloud and sign the dotted line." He sounded so casual. As if this were an every-day thing.
For Alice, it was anything but. She leaned forward and picked up the pen. A sharp tremble shot up her spine and her feet gave a little tap at the cool floor. With a small squeak in her voice, she read. "I, Alice Bornham, agree to forfeit my personhood as a slave to be sold for the agreed price. Henceforth, until such time as my owner deems fit, I shall be property." She signed, though her excitement made it look terrible.
The squirrel took the pad back and nodded. "They'll take you to your chamber. The sale is tomorrow. Best of luck with your new owner. NEXT!"
The next evening, she was being strapped to an upright bar with several metal loops to hold her in place. Around her neck, arms crossed behind her back, feet together on the floor. She couldn't do much to wiggle, but at least the bindings were smooth, and it put her form on display for the entire room to see. Slim bunny that barely looked legal, white fur with some brown patches, almost no breasts to speak of, with floppy ears hanging along her back.
She tried to control herself as her excitement built, but it was difficult. A full day of being naked with the other slaves had still not fully prepared her mind. This would be it. Who was going to buy her? Hopefully someone that she could stand to serve. Someone who was mostly nice. But mostly, she hoped they were someone that her body could love for hours on end.
As she waited, she watched the other slaves get put into place. Two other girls and a boy were set alongside her on similar poles. All of them were young and sensual, even the boy looking almost girlish in his proportions. Clearly they were meant to fetch a high price. And that was in addition to the rest of the small warehouse that had dozens of bodies for sale. The rest looked like standard workers; only the four on Alice's row were displayed in such a way.
She couldn't help but bite her lip and she felt her sex quiver a little. Her tail flicked at the pole and she tried to take several calming breaths. Soon...
The customers came. All well-dressed, all looking with sharp eyes at the stock. For the most part, slaves were questioned or rubbed in gentle ways. It wasn't so with the four on the special posts.
The first one forward was a bull. He looked over them before reaching a hand to Alice's chest, pressing at her slim chest. "They want to sell pieces like this? This bunny doesn't even have tits."
"Bunnies rarely do before childbirth, sir," a salesman said from the side. "But they are quite energetic and can last a long time in the bedroom."
The man reached and roughly pressed two fingers up into her slit. Her back arched and she gasped gently at the rough and sudden penetration. She knew that such touches would come, but that didn't stop it from sending shots of pleasure through her. She didn't realize how tight the restraints were until he pulled back and she slumped a little, thankful everything was smooth.
"I'd break her in the first rut. Maybe with the next set."
The next was a cougar. Gentler, but still touching without concern for her.
Then a female poodle, who ultimately took one of the other girls. She was unlocked and led away.
A thin gecko bought the manslave, and he walked away with a clear erection for all to see.
Then Alice saw one step through the crowd. A thin, tall doberman. His fur was black, ears sharp with brown tips. He had a suit of deep blue. Their eyes met and somehow she knew that she wanted it to be him.
He strolled up casually, looking between the two girls that were left. "Not much stock here. Did I miss the best ones already?" Despite the firm look, his voice was soft and smooth.
"All of ours are the best ones, sir. You've shopped here before, you know we carry only the best."
The man huffed gently and loomed over Alice. He must have been 6 feet to her 4 and a half. Well taller than her. When he touched her, his hand was smooth to her belly before reaching almost gently to her slit and feeling. "Hmm... You've been used before. Roughly by the feel of it. Prostitution?"
She bit her lip. "A little bit, sir."
"How long can you fuck before tiring?"
"Several hours, sir. I've gone a full day if I get a little rest."
"Hmm... Good." He looked to the salesman. "I'll take her."
Alice couldn't help but smile as she wiggled. The man produced a thick metal collar and leash that very quickly was clicked around her neck and she felt it settle heavily. The pair went out to a side room where she watched him sign a check and receive a stack of papers. Her mind watched it all in a sort of haze. She was sure that the room could smell how excited she was for this.
He took her to a car and she waited patiently for him to open the door before obediently sliding into the back. They left the warehouse and were onto a raised highway over the city before he spoke again. "I'm going to over this quickly. Please try to pay attention."
"Yes, sir." She held her hands in her lap, refusing to touch herself to relieve her need. She was sure he'd be helping with that soon enough.
"You are going to be a bed slave for myself, my son, and any of the guests that I deem fit to have you. Your duties will include sexual satisfaction and keeping both bedrooms tidy. We may also call you on other duties if necessary. You will be given a bed and food as long as you perform your duties."
"I understand, sir."
He eyed her lightly through the rear view mirror. "You aren't acting like the other slaves I've bought in the past. You seem almost excited. Why?"
She tucked her face, hoping he wouldn't be able to see it in the passing lights from other cars and the overhead lamps. "I... Just always felt like I was meant to serve with my whole body, sir. You seemed like the nicest man to touch me there. I'm still nervous to see how this will go, but I'm glad you bought me."
The vision meant she couldn't see it, but she thought she sensed him smile. "Well, just do a good job and we'll see how things go."
She smiled to herself and calmly reached up to rub at the metal on her neck, which was now warm from her body. "May I know your name, sir?"
"You will address me as Sir or Master. When you are with my son, you will address him as Sir. But if it helps you, my name is Phillip Hun."
She nodded. "Thank you, master."
The home Master lived in was out in the suburbs. He clearly wasn't exceptionally wealthy, but his home spoke of lower-upper class with its large front lawn and several stories. Her feet were a few steps behind him, enough to be respectful without pulling on her leash. "You'll get the tour tomorrow. It's late and I'm tired." He started up the stairs, still pulling her leash.
"Would master prefer me in his bed tonight?"
"No. In the morning, maybe." As they walked the hall, she got a fast glimpse of a side bedroom. A younger male, something around her age, was sitting at a desk with a gaming laptop. He looked gruff, but handsome enough. She let it slide and followed to the main room.
His bed was a queen-size in the back center of the room. Dresser, nightstand, upright wardrobe, and a separate bathroom that was wide and open with no door. He closed the door behind her and unclipped her leash. "Here's where you'll sleep." He pulled the skirting of the bed up to show the entire frame was built on a metal cage.
She blushed at the sight of it and couldn't help but squirm. "It looks quite spacious, master. Thank you."
He stepped aside and began to disrobe. "Use the bathroom if you need it. Shower as necessary. I don't want my slave stinking."
She took that as a hint and nodded obediently before sliding off to the shower to bathe. He was in bed asleep by the time she returned. The door to the cage under the bed was simply left open.
For a moment, her eyes turned to the door. By now, the money would be paid. What stopped her from just walking out? Technically nothing, as long as she could hide from those who'd hunt her down. But more than that, she had the thrill that compelled her. She wouldn't back out now. So she fell to her knees, crawled along the smooth carpet to a small pillow in the middle of her cage, and laid out to rest.
Alice woke before her master did. Her sleep was calm, but shallow as she was anxiously awaiting her new life. Occasionally her ears would perk when Master shifted in the bed and made the mattress creak. It was a firm reminder that she was literally beneath him.
Eventually, she heard more firm rustling. "Girl," was all he said.
She turned and quickly crawled out, rubbing a hand on her head as she went. Once out, she stood. "Yes, master?"
He was in bed, covers thrown aside. Without his suit and covering, his body was toned, but not particularly muscular. Just a well-exercised middle-age man. But what drew her eyes was the black shaft protruding from his legs. No sheath and he appeared circumcised. There was a clear ring near the base that would probably form a canine knot.
But as much as she wanted it, she waited until he waved her forward. "Let me see if my investment was worth it."
She came forward on her hands and knees, sliding gingerly onto the bed. Her nose gave it a light sniff. Musky, but not stinky. With a soft mewl, her mouth opened to take the pointed tip. To her mind, it was a wonderful breakfast flavor and she quickly licked his head wet.
Her ears heard him give a light sigh. "Deeper."
She obeyed, shifting closer to line up her throat. He wasn't massive, but long enough that she'd have to be careful. She took a breath and went lower in waves to wet the cock bit by bit until his tip hit her throat. But she pushed deeper, going until her lips met his crotch.
"Mmm... I like an eager girl." Her heart fluttered and she felt her sex ache at the compliment. Her finger moved to touch herself and she barely restrained them. Not until he allowed her. Her head began to bob up and down lightly so that she could get breath before going back down to cut herself off on his head.
She must have spent a few minutes there before his hand came and softly gripped the base of one ear. "Alright, enough foreplay. Get up and ride me properly."
Her head came up with his hand, whimpering at the pull. "Yes, master." Finally, a proper touch there. Her body moved to crawl up and straddle him. First forward to let his cock slide along her sex until she was lined up, then back and up. She was so much smaller than him, but the fact his dick was modest meant it was just a modest stretch for her. Her hips fell as her body rose up and she took the entire depth in one sit and one long, low moan.
She watched him for reaction, but his eyes were closed. His mouth slightly opened and she could hear him panting gently. So she was good for him. With her hands on his belly, she began to bounce. Her hips plapped on his as she worked her body along his manhood and did her best to squeeze him.
His hands moved to her hips and he gradually added a little bit of upward thrust as well. Her eyes drifted shut as she focused on the feeling of him rutting her. Each bounce made the metal at her neck jingle, a constant reminder that this was her life now. Serving this man with her entire body. She bit her lip and gave a squeal.
"You can cum if you're enjoying it," he said gently. Her eyes opened to see him watching her. "But remember that you're not done until I am."
Her moans curled into a smile. "Thank you, sir. You're really too good to me." She started pulling herself down on him in earnest, helped by his guiding hands. Her hole could feel his knot swelling, and past experience knew that a knot meant less movement. She had to cum before then. Her hips twisted and bucked as she fell and she focused her mind on him. Her master. Her new entire life.
She came just as the knot was getting too big for her and she felt him roughly drive it in once, then pull back out to not tie her fully. But even then, his seed came to flood and fill her. She still ground down against his knot as much as she could, now sad that he didn't go all the way with her. She took the load, though, and couldn't feel anything ooze out.
He panted quietly as he settled. "Yes... I think you'll do nicely. Don't spill any when you pull off." She wanted more, but she obeyed with a nod as she pulled herself up and off of him. A hand slid down to cup her sex and hold it together to keep his warm load in her belly. After consideration, she was thankful a canine had bought her and not a fellow rabbit or she'd likely need to have her tubes tied.
"Now clean it off." She blushed but nodded as she slid back forward to lick him. Their twin flavors filled her mouth as she sucked all of the still-leaking cum from his tip. Her hand ground along her folds now as she enjoyed the high of their love making until he was fully clean and his cum was just a slow oozing.
"Alright. That's enough." He tapped her head and began to swing himself off to the side. "I have to start getting ready. Get yourself presentable." Without a second look, he went to the shower.
For half a second, she felt conflicted now. Had she done a good job? He was just done already? Could she not have more?
Patience. This was only day one. She had so much more to look forward to. While he showered, she went to the toilet and let out the mess, cleaning as best she could.
While she waited, she busied herself with making the bed and groming herself as best she could with just her hands. Then she waited by the side wall as he came out and got himself dressed.
"I need to be out on business tonight. Tyler is going to finish getting you settled. After that, clean yourself well. There's going to be a party tonight, and you're one of the party favors."
She smiled and couldn't help but feel her tail wag. That could only mean having her on display in some fashion. "Yes, sir."
"Fair warning," he said as he pulled on a shirt. "Tyler likes to be aggressive. He knows that he's not to permanently injure you, but you can expect some minor bumps and cuts. If he's too aggressive with you, let me know."
She didn't like the sound of that, but she was at least thankful that he was aware of it. "Yes, master. I'll do my best for both of you."
She decided quickly that she hated Tyler. He was cute, but gruff and short and he clearly didn't care much about her. When he called her to his bed that morning, he practically threw her down and went straight to rutting. No foreplay, no gentleness. She did her best to just accept it and focus on Master. He'd make this worth it, she knew.
While he was gone, she obediently cleaned the rooms for both males and did her best to familiarize herself with the house. She was apparently the only slave, but a maid came in during the afternoon to clean the downstairs.
She also discovered what Master meant when he said she'd be a party favor. On one side of the living room, set on a table with a plastic tarp, was a sex box. A nice one from the looks of it. She took some time to get close, feeling the latex insert.
Fuck, she wanted to touch herself so badly... But Master hadn't given her permission to do that yet. And if he wanted her ready for tonight, she would be best to hold off and control herself.
Tyler took her again after lunch, this time his roughness included several sharp slaps to her face. She sucked it up and bore it again. What else could she do as a lowly slave?
What was important was that he finished early enough that she was able to shower and make herself presentable. She was ready and waiting at the bottom of the stairs when he got back. "Welcome home, master~"
He smiled, but it faltered when he saw her cheek. "Tyler hit you?"
"Only slightly, sir. Nothing I couldn't handle."
He grimaced a little bit, but nodded. "Make sure you get some food. Be ready for the party in an hour. You're going to have your real stress test."
"I look forward to it, master~"
The box was a little bit too big for her. Clearly Master had planned on having someone from a larger species. He helped get her up into it on her knees so that her feet stuck out through two lower holes. Then she lowered herself down into a fetal position. There were some handholds for her to grip near her shoulders and a small mask that went over her muzzle to breathe. The only parts exposed to air as the box was closed around her were her hips from tail to slit and her feet.
The part that surprised her, though, was a sudden rush of air and the latex lining in the box began to inflate around her. She shifted for a moment as it pressed into form and she became squeezed in place, unable to move. She couldn't so much as twist her butt. So that's why it was bigger.
Trapped. On display. Open for anyone that wanted her to use. Her toes gave a little wiggle and flex and she could feel her sex growing cold as it wet itself on the cool air.
A hand spanked her lightly, making her yelp. But the tight insides of the box held her fast. "Alright. You're all set. Have fun~"
She flexed her toes as an acknowledgment since she couldn't use anything else. After that, there wasn't much to do but wait. She lost track of time as she heard doors open, some people come in and mingle. It sounded like quite a few people. A few even asked about her, commenting on how cute she looked. She blushed, but also tried to flex her hole to invite people in. How could she help serve master if no one used her?
She was answered at some point as she felt a sudden hand at her slit that made her tense in surprise. "Glad I got to you first. I hate sloppy seconds."
The voice was alien to her. A complete stranger. She couldn't even figure what they looked like. The next touch she felt was a thick head pushing at her pussy. She grunted as it spread her open much wider than Master had, borderline painfully so. But he quickly settled into a short thrust that didn't hit too deep.
Alice moaned and huffed in the mask as he rocked in and out of her. Once again, her mind settled onto knowing that this was her life now. She wasn't a person; she was a toy. A thing to be fucked. She thought of master putting her here; she wanted to do her best for him.
The guy inside of her didn't last long and she quickly felt the load of cum flood her belly. Damn hair trigger. It left her feeling loose and open and entirely unsatisfied.
Thankfully, that one seemed to start the wave. The next dick was tipped, smooth like a canine's. She wondered if that was master again before she heard a muffled voice in the distance. "Hey! Remember no knotting. Gotta keep her open for everyone."
"Yeah, I know." The response voice was someone else. Not master, but had a similar dick. She huffed and moaned as he took her long and smooth, bouncing the box and her inside of it. She gripped the handles inside and tried to twist to get the dick to touch her more, but she was bound and locked. The only touch was whatever the dick gave her.
This one finished as well, knot pressing tightly to the outside of her sex. The next one used the dripping mess as lube before going up to her ass. She squealed and flexed, hoping they wouldn't. She hated anal. But they pressed harder and forced themselves inside. This time, she bit her lip as she tried to stifle a grunt of pain.
"Damn... Feels like this bitch has never had her ass used."
She hadn't. She wanted him out, but her voice was lost inside the box. So she tried to just forget it, focusing on Master again as her butt was stretched and worked just like her sex.
One after another, they came to and came in her. She lost count after the fifth. A few rubbed their dicks over her feet, and she had a few females use her toes as little toys as well. Her belly felt bloated with cum, but the tightness from the box ensured that the mess was pressed to leak out whenever she was left open. Thankfully, the constant run did help her get off repeatedly, and the guys he squeezed so tightly around always gave her tail a little pull each time she did.
She felt sore, but she felt so good. The haze was a high better than any drug. And she didn t have to do anything, just be a good little slave and let everyone use her.
The dicks eventually stopped. Through her haze, she could sense that the noises of the party were starting to dwindle until things started to go silent.
Another hand, soft, brushed over her butt. "Damn... You are messy as hell."
It was master. She flicked her tail and toes weakly. "Yes, sir..." She wasn't even sure if he could hear her.
His cock brushed her sex. When he thrust in, she was so loose that she didn't even feel a stretch. At this point, there was just the squelching of cooling cum and the rubbing of the warm dick. But what she could feel was his knot, already swelling and pushing at her folds. "Be a good girl and take my knot and I'll get you off one more time."
She fluttered, somehow brought new energy in her tired state by such a wonderful promise from master. Her body willed itself looser to accept the fat knot. The box around her bounced as he thrust into her again and again, pussy flexing and stretching, until she squealed with a tiny prick of pain and the knot pushed itself in.
She let out a long groan as more and more cum began to flood into her belly. His cock kept thrusting in short jabs now to work her warmth at the bulb. He settled for a second and then she felt a new touch, a finger reaching down around under her for her clit. The touch shocked her and she tensed, wriggling as her belly gave another squeeze at the cock and knot.
A few more touches and she cried out in orgasm. Having so many already, it was weak and shallow. But with the knot, Master's knot, held tightly just inside of her entrance, it was the most satisfying climax she'd felt in years.
She nearly passed out from it when her body crashed back down. Her mind managed to barely hang on as she felt the box around her open and cold air blew over her sweat-matted fur. Still holding her, she felt Master pick her up and carry her to his bed. The last feeling she had was him wrapping blankets and arms around her and the cock still throbbing and filling her depths. Thoughts finally let go as she fell into a sleep of bliss and joy.
Alice woke up in a bed and groaned. Her head swam and the light stung, and she pushed herself under her blanket to block it out. With clearing thoughts, she tried to collect herself.
Why was she in a bed? Was she... Right. She was home. Her eyes looked out to confirm. It was her same apartment. The fun was over.
Her body felt so sore from all the use, but it was a good sore. Like the morning after a set of yoga. She'd probably be feeling it for several days. But then, 5 straight days of sexual service would do that.
She sat up and stretched, suddenly missing the feeling of her collar. It was gone. It always was when she woke back up the first morning home. Of all the times she'd sold herself, that was probably the most fun she'd had.
She stood and stretched as she went for her uniform. Getting back to work from vacation always sucked. But on the bright side, she could now start looking forward to the next master that would buy her and take her for themselves.