Prologue~Malulunasan
Prologue~Malulunasan
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This is the prolouge to a LONG story idea. Every character is my own creation, please do not use them without permission. There will be Yiff in the later chapters, this is just to get you interested!
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PROLOGUE
Rhoan studied the pale, sunken faces of the newest group of young-adults to come to her house. Rhoan, a female fox creature, with orange, black, and white fur swayed her tail from side-to-side as she told the five newcomers the few rules she had at Malulunasan.
"For the first three months these are your rules: Rule number one, you are not to leave or have guests. You are not to have any unauthorized contact with the outside world. Rule number two, you are to speak to me and anyone in the house guiding you as Mistress or Master. You may call your fellow peers anything they like. I will not tolerate anyone being called a slave. It is extremely forbidden. Rule number three, you are not allowed to have sexual relations with anyone in the house, including amongst yourselves. You are to follow a strict schedule; which you have been given in your packets. Please do your best to memorize it, because after tomorrow there will be no leniency for not following it or any of the stated rules. For now, everyone is to find their rooms, shower and get to sleep. I will see you all tomorrow. Good night."
"Good night, Mistress."
The five newcomers, known to everyone else in the house as 'Lulu's', made their way from the den to the upstairs bedrooms. There were three females: a black and white border collie; a white fennec fox; and a strong but small black bunny. The other newcomers were two males: a black and tan Doberman and a small white wolf.
Rhoan smiled. She hoped for the best out of her new 'children', as she called them. It wasn't long ago she was just as scared and lost as they were.
Travis gazed solemnly out the window of the taxi, his ringed tail twitching. Sighing, he rolled his tongue-ring over his lips for the millionth time. It was a small barbell, a piercing blue with a grey moon ball in the center. It was his favorite piercing, and the only one that never left his body. His clothes were ragged and old; his black hair hung limply to his shoulders. He carried a single backpack holding all of his belongings.
The taxi stopped outside a massive building. It was made of three stone walls around a central courtyard. A few young creatures, in varying form, huddled around a large black wolf, listening intently. They seemed to be wearing a matching uniform and stood awkwardly. Travis felt nervous as he stepped out of the vehicle and walked to the front door.
His tongue poked out again as he rang the door bell. A young squirrel answered, he was greeted with a quick quizzical look on a small face with glasses, brown tail fluffing. She led him to a lavish den. "Sir, if you would give me a moment I will fetch the Mistress." she spoke hurriedly, exiting in a flash. Unsure whether or not to sit he shifted on his feet, playing with the barbell in his mouth once more, careful not to touch anything.
A voice from the hallway spoke in annoyed tone, "What do you mean a newcomer? They all arrived yesterday...no, I had five open positions and five showed. Oh, Remei..." Travis felt almost ill, his body stilling and his small ears lying as flat as possible.
"Hello. I am Mistress Rhoan." A beautiful fox had walked into the room. Fire orange fur with shocking green eyes looked over his ragged demeanor. Rhoan's hand gripped a small pendant at the base of her neck, rolling it furiously. She wore a purple knee-length dress with no shoes, her freshly washed paws tapping the floor in a thoughtful gesture.
Travis started to speak "Um...Hi--" He swallowed and started again, "Good m-morning Mistress. I was told I could find solace here at Malulunasan." He hung his head and his body motioned as if it were going to fold, and he became extremely still and silent, his breath almost nonexistent.
"Where do you come from?" Rhoan asked the red panda.
"Um, I come from, uh..."
"What's your name?"
"My name is Travis, Mistress. I come from...well I don't really have anywhere that I came from. Before I came here I was in a brothel; before that, the streets. I've never really had a home." Travis couldn't look Rhoan in the eye. He was so ashamed of himself, ashamed of everything he had become. Just like that asshole had said he would be.
Rhoan's spirit ached for the young one; he was obviously worse off than the other young adults that arrived previously. She sighed, knowing she would not turn him away and said, "Okay, come this way; we have a bit of paperwork to do before you can stay here. Remei, please make up the crib room to accommodate our newest guest."
"Yes Mistress." Another look of surprise flashed over her face before quickly vanishing as she started to take the young panda's belongings.
"Remei will take your bag and jacket. What size pants do you wear?" Rhoan asked as she walked across the room to the chestnut desk and rummaged in a drawer. She pulled out a pen and paper, and looked expectantly at Travis.
"Uh, 30-32 ma'am," he answered. Travis saw a smirk come across Rhoan's face as he ran his barbell across his lips again.
"Well, we will find you something. In the meantime, please follow me." She handed the note of pants size to Remei and led Travis down the hall to another office.
Once entering, Travis could tell it was someone else's office altogether. Black carpet and silver furniture were lighted with soft wall scones. On the wall was a painting of a female creature; you could only see from her muzzle to the edge of a nipple. Her dark fur covered with bright colors, Travis assumed it was body paint. The background looked like a rave of some sort, blurry and bright with a shadowy back drop. It was extremely sensual.
Travis waited for the fox to sit and motion a seat before perching on the edge of a thick black chair.
"Now here's the problem, Travis. As you may know, I run a home for young adults who have been abused in relationships. This place is called Malulunasan. However, these relationships are different than normal. You could say that I run a rehabilitation center for abused submissives, or those in a master/slave type of sexual relationship. I also take in those who have been sold to others, used as prostitutes, things of that nature. However, everyone here at some time was abused terribly." Rhoan paused to regard Travis thoughtfully. He was sitting patiently, looking anywhere but at her, calm and still, like a statue. His hands were folded neatly in his lap. She continued, "Most of the young ones who come here have a reference. They have friends or family, or sometimes it's this or prison. Now, my question for you is this: how did you end up on my doorstep?"
Travis was still. Color came to his cheeks as he thought of how to answer. "Um...I was...A-a prostitute." He stuttered quietly.
"Yes, however, that doesn't exactly answer my question. How did you find out about this place, Travis? Before I let you stay I have a lot of paper work and arranging to do, and I need to know why you came here." Rhoan replied.
Travis continued to sit perfectly still, unsure how to answer. He sat that way for a few minutes, not answering, his tongue racing in his mouth. .
Rhoan sat up straighter and spoke in a deeper, more demanding, voice, "Travis, you have three seconds to answer this Mistress or she will throw you out."
Travis jumped to his feet immediately.
"Mistress, I come seeking shelter. At the brothel I overheard a slave talking of this place. I then proceeded to locate said establishment to ask your favor and help." he answered in a rush.
With a raised brow, Rhoan motioned for Travis to sit. "Okay Travis. Thank you for answering me. Now, I need you to fill out these forms. They are merely things such as medical history, next of kin, and things of that nature. This list," she pointed to a sheet, "shows the rules and some small matters of 'Do's and Don'ts' of the house. When you are finished we will go to the dining room for dinner. I have some things I need to handle while you fill out what you can. I will help you when you need it."
"Okay."
Rhoan gave Travis a stern gaze, "From now on I am Mistress Rhoan. Please address me as such."
"Yes, Mistress Rhoan." Travis became stiff once more and started on his forms.
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Ok, so there you have it! The first chapter will hopefully be up soon! >.> If my editor will be so kind.... anyway! Thanks for reading!