A Life for a Life
#2 of Debt Repaid
A woman begins to fulfill her life-long dream as she makes the acquaintance of her newly received slave.
A Life For a Life Gren Drake (2011)
A woman begins to fulfill her life-long dream as she makes the acquaintance of her newly received slave.
The small, single-level house sat at the edge of a gravel road. It was surrounded by a rickety wooden fence that looked ready to collapse if it were so much as breathed at. Scattered around were a small number of other buildings, forming the tiny village. None were too close to one another leaving plenty of space for the inhabitants. Surrounding the village was farmland and the occasional elaborate farmhouse.
Her house was smaller than most of those around it as it'd been built for a pair of elderly au women, but this didn't bother Karin. She wasn't much larger than they were leaving plenty of space in the building for her.
She was sitting in the middle of her new-found living room. A small love seat fully occupied one corner and on the other side of the room was the large box shape of the radio. The love seat had come with the place, which was a blessing since Karin didn't have the money left for furniture, but was rather well used and quite lumpy. The floor was more comfortable if hard.
Though the change from the three level beachfront property she'd inherited couldn't have been more different, she didn't regret selling the larger home for this one. It was only in Gek Relt that she could achieve her lifelong dream.
It'd only been a couple of weeks since her immigration paperwork had cleared and she was still living off her savings, including the remainder she'd gotten from the sale of her beach-house. Most of what she'd gotten, though, had gone not into immediate living expenses or buying her new home, but into investments that should keep her from needed to engage in more than part-time work, at least if she lived frugally. A definite bonus considering her general lack of employable skills.
Although she was expecting a delivery, it was a one and a half kilometre trip to the nearest population centre with only a dirt road marking the path. The 'delivery' she was expecting would be brought not by the courier or the post, but by her long-time and, until recently, long-distance friend, Kvak. When she was in her teens she'd saved his life while he seeing the world; they'd spent some time together and had become good friends, but there had an awkwardness between them: the debt he felt he owed her. That, at long last, would finally be repaid.
The sound of feet on the gravel yard outside her home drew her attention and she slipped outside. It was, as expected, Kvak. He settled to his haunches next to his wife Liuk. Like all au men, he was a heavily built quadruped unlike his wife who, aside from the fur and tail looked rather more like a short human. Kvak had one forepaw raised off the ground with his tail curled around his haunches and tucked behind the forepaw still on the ground which concealed groin from view.
He'd changed in the ten years since she'd seen him, losing the untamed looked he'd had when they'd first met and gaining the look of a respectable businessman. His rakj, or whatever it was called, was far brighter and more colourful now and appeared to be of better manufacture; it was the only clothing au men wore. As much as she liked Kvak, she had never really gotten involved in his culture and to her the garment still looked like nothing more than an octagonal blanket strapped to his back.
Liuk, though she looked short next to Karin, was of a pretty average size for au women. She stood straight with shoulder length hair hanging unadorned. Though she too wore a traditional garment it was much more normal looking to Karin's eyes. Her tail hung loosely behind her, swaying a bit with the breeze but otherwise still and her fur, like Kvak's, was neatly groomed.
Carefully secured on the blanket on Kvak's back was a simple wooden cage with a single occupant: one of the ravon. He had the unwieldy name of Vavivane Te Salidenu Re Lawni or more commonly simply Re Lawni. She had already been in communication via the post with Kvak about him so his presence wasn't a surprise and, indeed, she was glad to see the ravon. When Kvak had settled to his haunches the cage had been tilted at an angle resulting in its occupant sliding into the back of the cage with a grunt. Re Lawni said nothing more, probably because of the strap holding his snout shut.
When Liuk started unstrapping the cage Karin quickly stepped forward to assist her. Since the ravon was a present for Karin it was only fitting that she held unload him. Cage and occupant turned out to be surprisingly light and she had little difficulty lifting it up to get a good look at its occupant.
She was glad to see that Re Lawni was in good shape with no scars or injuries that she could see, though admittedly minor ones could have been covered by his currently unkempt fur. He was a bit chubby and his eyes were glazed, staring forward. Probably he was still in shock; he'd only had his sentence handed down a few days earlier and it was unlikely he'd come to terms with his new status yet. Aside from the strap around his muzzle, his arms were also bound and his long toes were secured though his legs were free.
A small box was tied to the top of the cage, but Karin ignored that for the time being. There would be time enough to investigate the accessories that her new companion came with later, after her guests had left.
"Would you care to join me for some coffee?" she gestured towards the rickety and slightly bent outdoor table she kept for company. Kvak would have found the small home crowded on his own; with the three of them it would have been impossible.
"Certainly," he told her, moving to sit by the edge of the table. It was rather lower than it would have been back in Ark Vazual, but considering the only time Karin used it was with company she didn't care as long as it was comfortable for her guests. "Some refreshment would be nice after the stroll out here. It's been quite a while since we've had a chance to actually see each other."
Liuk took a chair next to her husband, giving Karin a smile as she seated herself. "Kvak has spoken of you on occasion; I'm glad to finally have the chance to meet you."
Karin made a polite reply before fetching the coffee service and a few snacks. She handed Liuk one of the slightly chipped cups and gave Kvak one of the half-bowls used by au men before taking a cup for herself. All were filled with hot, black coffee.
Despite the eagerness she felt to lay claim to the ravon, she spent the next hour or so in pleasant conversation catching up on the years since they'd last met. Everything had been discussed by letter in the past, of course, but it was different in person. Besides, in Gek Relt even business meetings would delay for everyone to relax over coffee before getting down to business; for old friends, especially old friends who had not seen each other in years, not to would be unthinkable. A brief pause was all that was required for her to sign the required paperwork and to quickly tuck it away, out of sight.
Neither Kvak nor his wife stayed any longer than was necessary for politeness's sake; Karin had no doubt both were quite aware how exciting the day was for her and would forgive her eagerness to start getting to know her gift. They made their excuses as the carafe of coffee neared empty and headed down the road once more at a comfortable pace. Karin remained in her seat and watched them until they were out of sight before standing. The first thing she did was dump the dishes into the sink and set the coffee carafe on the counter, after which she placed the cage into the middle of the living room.
Just looking at its occupant brought her a happy feeling. She'd first seen one of the ravon when she was just six and had demanded her mother get her one she could hold and cuddle and keep. For years her mother had tried to explain that ravon were people just like humans were and that owning or controlling one was neither right nor legal, but Karin had never listened. Two months after that initial encounter, however, her mother had gotten her a plush ravon toy for her birthday and every night since she had slept with it. Even now it still had a place in and on her bed, along with thirteen others she'd gotten over the years. They ranged from fist sized to life sized and all kept her company at night.
They weren't the only mementos of her favourite species she'd gotten over the years. Numerous paintings of ravon adorned her walls and uncountable figurines and statuettes decorated her home. These things were all she'd bothered keeping when she'd sold the beach-house and moved to one of the only nations still actively practising slavery. The only other real option would have been Razaz Nudar and she doubted she'd have found it pleasant living there, ravon or no.
It was all good now, though. Twenty years after she had seen her first ravon one of their number was hers to hold and treasure. He couldn't leave her and would have no choice but to return her affection and, in time, perhaps even her love; despite having never met Re Lawni before she already knew she would love him. Was he not ravon?
She bent over to look at him in the cage. He'd been making a wide range of grunts and garbled noises for some time though the strap around his snout made it impossible for him to make any more coherent sounds. That would need to remain for the time being as she had no interest in hearing what he had to say just yet nor did she want to risk being bitten. For all she adored him, she was entirely aware that he hadn't had time to come to terms with his situation yet and would likely act out unthinkingly. Thanks to her investments, however, she would have plenty of time to bond with him.
Unlike the strap around his muzzle, she saw no reason to retain the bands around his hands and toes, but their removal would have to wait until she actually opened the cage. His wings were in a furled position, but she could still see that they lacked the distinctive marks that wing-cutting left; that was the traditional way of keeping ravon slaves and prisoners from flying away and, although the wing-membranes would heal with time, they would never heal quite right. The modern control collars made the practice unnecessary, but some traditionalists still practiced it. Karin was glad to see that there was no sign of it on Re Lawni, however.
Reaching through the bars of the cage she ran her fingers over his horns, feeling sharp ridges where jewellery had almost certainly been embedded, possibly for years. Though he flinched as her hand approached him there was literally nowhere for him to go and he couldn't keep her from stroking him. Despite looking unkempt his fur was soft to the touch suggesting that it had been carefully kept until fairly recently.
His long tail was pressed against the sides of the cage, curled along the edge. Although he would have some control of it, its natural position was to point straight back to counterbalance his head and torso. The way the cage forced it to curl would not be comfortable for him, but he would need to endure it for a little bit longer, at least until she had to chance to check out what Kvak had included in the box attached to the top of the cage. She sat on the floor before opening it, then lifted the items inside out one by one.
The first thing she removed from the box was a second box, this one covered in the curly writing used in Menota. A simple drawing of an animal with a very prominent collar was printed on the side of the box, coloured arcs surrounding its neck. Karin couldn't help but smile at the irony; not only were the slave collars the au used based on animal control collars from vocally anti-slavery Menota, but many, including this one, were actually directly imported from there.
Inside the box was a sheet of instructions written in elegant, if mildly incomprehensible Jowvon along with the transmitter unit for the collar, the oddly shaped key used to turn it on and off tucked neatly beside it in the foam liner. She'd have to sit down and carefully read through the instructions later when she had the time to puzzle through the language; although she could understand and even speak Jowvon at a basic level, the circuitous ways it was often employed in required her to really concentrate. Those from Menota were rather prone to being vague and indirect. For the moment she was more interested in seeing what else was in the original box and she set the transmitter unit to the side to set up later.
Curled around where the transmitter box had been was a fairly simple leash such as might be used with pets. Did Kvak suspect more of what she'd intended then she'd told him? Having sex with slaves was rather frowned on, but this came more from religious strictures against premarital sex and adultery. As a foreigner she wouldn't be expected to abide by them, at least not more than superficially, so her intentions might get her some strange looks if they became known they would not be an issue.
At the bottom of the box was a neatly folded length of cloth. On lifting it out Karin saw that it was a fairly typical Menotan breastcloth. She replaced it back in the box; she certainly had no intention of throwing it away, but her new companion wouldn't be needing it any time soon, either.
The outer box found itself stashed under her bed. With the radio collar box removed it would have plenty of room to stash any toys she got to share with her companion or anything she needed to keep for him. The box from the collar she stashed in the kitchen. The transmitter unit was a marvel of miniaturization, being just a bit smaller than a breadbox, and so much like one save for the antenna it seemed only natural to keep it there. Besides, the kitchen was reasonably central to the house. Other than making sure to plug it in and turn it on she ignored it; there would be time enough to get it set up properly later; right now she wanted to play with her new companion. Thus she returned to where he was still sitting in his cage and crouched down near the door.
"Hello," she told him. "I'm Karin, though I suppose you could call me ma'am if you'd prefer for now." They were, she knew, big on formality in Menota. Her face lit up with genuine warmth as she spoke. "I've gone to a lot of effort to get you and I plan to make sure you're safe and secure. In time I know you'll come to appreciate it, but I've been warned you may not be very friendly at first." She shook her head; it would be so much easier if he would just accept his new place. "You look rather uncomfortable in there so I'm going to let you out. Please behave. And don't think that my fondness for you means I'll let you wreck our home."
He didn't move as she leaned forward, her fingers nimbly manipulating the lock on the cage. Unlike a regular lock, this one had no key but was engaged through a complex mechanism guaranteed to be inoperable by anyone on the inside. So far at least it seemed to have been quite successful, though even if her new companion was so thoughtless as to try and escape the radio collar would keep him from going very far or getting too close to the transmitter; the whole setup would be kind of useless if a slave could simply pick the thing up and take it with them! Not that she thought he'd be able to do so very well. Re Lawni wasn't that much more substantial than the transmitter was.
Once she got the lock, the cage door swung open and as it did she saw his legs bunch up before he leapt at her. Not having time to shut the cage or get out of the way, she allowed herself to roll with the force of his body impacting hers and as she did she wrapped her arms around him, pressing his wings against his body. Despite rolling with the impact, it still took the breath out of her and she held him tightly against her chest as she regained her breath.
She became conscious of his body heat seeping through the thin material of her shirt, a warmth she found comforting despite his protests. He made these protests quite clear despite the band around his snout effectively muzzling him as he clawed at her with his hands and feet. His species was not known for their claws, these being almost entirely absent and of little more use than fingernails, and the results of his efforts were more effective at tearing and pulling her clothes away than at causing any particular harm to her. That he was all of a quarter of her size didn't hurt either. And, even as he continued to scratch at her, he squirmed in her grasp, his fur starting to rub against her body as her shirt was torn away in pieces.
"That eager to get physical are you?" Her deliberate misunderstanding caused him to freeze, only a weak shiver running through his body. Was some inkling of what she wanted penetrating his mind? Could he tell that the feel of him against her was rather arousing her?
She took advantage of his hesitation, holding him with only one arm as she stroked his head and neck with the fingers of the other the same way she would have done with an animal. It wasn't very effective at calming him, but he did feel quite wondrous under her fingers. After a few moments of this she slipped the bonds on his hands and feet off, tossing them aside, and reluctantly let him go, pushing herself back a bit to see what she would do.
Teaching him not to try and attack her would have to be one of the first things she tackled; he would never accept his place as her companion if he kept trying to kill her.
For a second time Re Lawni thrust himself towards her, long dexterous fingers scraping at the tattered remains of her shirt. she caught one of his shoulders in her had, the complex joint shifting beneath her fingers and with a pull twisted him around so that he landed with his back against her chest, his shoulders just under her now exposed breasts and his neck slipping between them. His horns framed her neck, resting on either side, effectively keeping him from turning his head even as the thought of what they'd have done to her neck if he'd been only slightly to the side wended its way through her thoughts. His tail rain between her legs and repeatedly bashed into them as it moved, almost convulsing between them. Though it lacked the strength to be more than mildly annoying, the repetitive motion gave her an idea she could make use of later.
One of her arms wrapped over the top of his wing and around his chest so that the leading edge of said wing pressed against her. His other arm and wing were free, but while he attempted to use them to pull her arm off his chest he lacked the strength to succeed. The efforts were accompanied by a series of grunts and more than a few incomprehensible noises; no doubt they were curses.
Karin ran her free hand through his soft belly fur, luxuriating in the feel of it beneath her fingers and in the way her touch made him squirm against her. Thanks to the way he'd torn her shirt up earlier she was able to feel the delightful sensation of his back fur rubbing against her as he squirmed and only wished that he were higher up so that she'd be able to feel that wonderful fur against her nipples as well. Even as he continued to struggle she sighed in contentment; if it felt this good to sit with him when he was fighting her she couldn't imagine how good it would feel once he stopped and began to actually return her affections. Until he did, though, she would have to make sure he knew who was in charge. Once he'd learnt his place there would be time to appreciate his company all the more.
Her hand move slowly downwards as it explored her ravon's chest and belly. Despite the slow way in which she worked over his exposed underside it did not take long for her curious fingers to find his sheath where it rested safe between his legs, little more than a bump of flesh. Just below that was the pair of bumps that were his scrotum; unlike a human scrotum it didn't hang loose but was tight up against the base of his tail. She stroked its sensitive flesh momentarily, feeling the rough texture and the firm orbs inside. Re Lawni thrashed more vigorously as her fingers touched this sensitive flesh.
"Oh, calm down," she told him. "You're going to enjoy this whether you want to or not. Its not like I'm going to harm you; pain is the farthest thing from what I intend." She leaned her head forward slightly, whispering in his ear as though she feared someone might overhear her next words. "I've heard you were something of a lecher before; why not keep it up? It'll be much more enjoyable than the alternative."
Rather than wait for his answer, which he wouldn't have been able to give anyway what with the strap still around his muzzle, she slipped her free hand back up slightly to caress his sheath. Despite its rather minimal size she was able to slip a single finger inside and could feel the solid shaft of his cock buried within. When her finger brushed along its sensitive length he uttered a strangled squawk that was quickly replaced with a series of muffled protests even as she withdrew her finger from him, running it instead along the side of his scrotum.
His cock did not take long in making its appearance and very quickly the first couple of centimetres were exposed and visible. How delightful, she thought as she rubbed it between her fingers. it became harder and continued to extend under her curious, if rather inexperienced, touch. The noises he was making would no doubt have been ear-scorching curses had he not been muzzled, but at least he had stopped struggling quite so violently. Karin was glad of that; she didn't want him to injure himself trying to escape, though that meant neither that she would allow such an escape nor that she would give him more choices in his fate, not even by such indirect means. Once he returned her affections she could give him more of a voice, but not yet. Not now.
As she stroked his cock she could feel it throbbing beneath her finger with the rapid beating of his heart. It was hot and smooth beneath her fingers, eager in a way he himself was not. The touch of her fingers caused him to squirm, his body rubbing against her as he tried to escape from her grasp, but the feel of his fur rubbing against her so vigorously only managed to arouse her further. Occasionally one shoulder or the other would move far enough that it'd brush against an exposed nipple. She really wished that he'd do that more often, but there was no point in asking, not yet. With the way he clearly felt about her at the moment she'd likely only make him stop entirely.
It didn't take much of this before she forced herself to momentarily stop, laying back while still keeping him held tightly against her, even pulling his body further up her own so that he was laying directly on her nipples, his horns at the level of her chin. With her free hand she reached down and undid her pants, kicking them off and away, under the aged loveseat. Then she grabbed his tail which, twitched in her grip, preventing it from thrashing the way it had been. It bent readily as she pulled the tip upwards then shoved it down though the waistband of her panties and out one of the tight leg-holes. This stretched the material horribly and his renewed efforts were pulling her undergarment entirely out of shape, but as long as it lasted it meant his soft fur was continuously rubbing against her clit, arousing and stimulating her constantly. And all, she suspected, without him realizing it.
When she returned her attentions to his cock she saw that it had started to wilt, but that was easily fixed. Once more she began to stroke and tease his shaft and it did not take long before it had regained, even surpassed, its former firmness and length. He twitched under her touch, grunting she she worked him closer to his orgasm, his tail trying to lash as she lavished her attentions on him, though whether from the sensations or his irritation she wasn't sure.
She could feel that she was rapidly approaching her own peek. As it wouldn't be right to take her pleasure without returning his she increased her efforts, her hand moving rapidly over his admittedly non-impressive length. Between the stimulation causing her heart to pound and her eagerness for him to climax, any sort of complex action or technique was forgotten, traded for energetic motions.
The more and the harder she stroked him the more he thrashed and growled. This ever increasing thrashing only drove her closer and closer to her orgasm, distracting her more and more from the world around them. She never even noticed as his precum began to drip out, quickly spread around by the motions of her hand, lubricating him and making her strokes smoother. She began to utter inarticulate noises though unlike his, hers were not caused by being muzzled.
Karin reached her orgasm even as Re Lawni did, the semen spurting out unnoticed by her as her awareness was limited to her own sensations. Cool spots of his seed landed on his chest and neck, and on her arms and breasts. A bit caught on her fingers as well as they continued their motions as though on autopilot.
In the afterglow of her climax her grip on him relaxed and despite his own recent orgasm he was able to slip out. The semen stains on his fur slid against her leaving additional streaks of semen on her. Her head rolled to the side as he moved away, but her distracted brain still managed to took note of the clear view he gave her of his still partially erect cock. As he moved, his tail slipped out from her panties, though the fabric had managed to retain enough tightness that it held his fur against her clit so that it once more rubbed against her as he pulled away. This additional stimulation on her already over-sensitive flesh sent a second orgasm rushing through her, pushing her back into the depths of her orgasm and eliciting a loud, pleasured cry from her.
When she recovered from this second climax Re Lawni had moved away from her, huddling under the love seat with his tail sticking out into the room. His wings were partially spread and looked almost like a blanket covering him. There was a dark, moist patch on the back of his tail that came from where his tail had been pressed against her.
For a moment she considered pulling him out from where he was hiding, but doubted her arms had regained the strength to do so. Trying and failing to keep him from hiding would be more of a problem than him simply hiding would be and she decided against it.
As she stood the now extra-stretched panties slid down her legs to settle around her ankle. The elastic had been entirely ruined and, with a shrug, she removed them before pulling her pants back on. She'd need to be more careful in the future; the underclothing sold in Gek Relt was designed for au women and was a poor fit for her.
Even as she enjoyed the last fading sensations of her climax she wandered through the small house and considered where she wanted to put the transmitter box and where she wanted, or rather did not want, her new companion to be able to go. It would definitely need to extend to the bathroom, but that was in the middle of the building so she doubted it would be a problem.
After looping through the building a couple times she decided that she would be just as well leaving it in the kitchen, perhaps tucked into a cupboard so it would be out of harm's way. He'd be able to get to most of their home that way and even a chunk of the yard. She'd just need to remember to shut her bedroom door at night, at least until she was sure he wasn't going to try and harm her.
She leaned on the counter by the sink and stared out the window, thinking about her Re Lawni. He would come to love her and to appreciate her touch and her feelings. And when he did she'd have achieved her greatest dream.
It was good to achieve one's dreams.
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