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She was standing in a field of wheat, and the sun seemed to illuminate everything to such a bright array of colors that she had to squint to protect her pale eyes. The pitbull was young, supple and fit from adequate meals and her daily work in the fields. She didn't mind it much- although the needle-sharp knowledge in the back of her mind that she was not free never went away. The only life she had known was that of a slave- from her very birth she had been. Raised in a small shack where the rats always seemed to find their food, no matter how they tried to hide it. A place where any insect could crawl through one of the many knotholes in the wall, and wolves howled outside at night, waking her on her straw mattress. She would cling to her mother and begin to shake, but somehow her mother had always managed to quiet her with a soft song, rocking her gently back and forth til she was lulled to sleep again.

She turned, staring up at the manor, so far up on that hill that it seemed impossible to reach, although she walked there every day. Her velvety fur shone in the sun as she rose with her basket, beginning to head up the winding path to the house. Maybe she would stop and check on the horses- it always brightened her days to visit the barn and stables under the guise of mucking stalls or feeding the livestock. After all, the animals were the only beings in her small universe that seemed to genuinely enjoy her presence. But as she turned toward the barn, a strange noise caused her ear to perk. A dull, far off noise, a rhythmic, resounding crack. Over and over she heard it, getting louder, and she turned this way and that, scanning the soft fields. She saw nothing but still the noise seemed to come closer, closer, until it was pounding in her ears. Her basket fell, its contents scattered upon the ground as she squeezed her eyes shut tight, heart pounding.

Her eyes flew open. The field was gone, and she was staring up at what looked like clouds. She shook her head confusedly, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Upon second glance she saw that the sky wasn't above her- she was in a room in which the ceiling had been painted. She looked around and was momentarily frozen by the sight of the walls- each one was painted with such detail to look like the lush safety of a forest. She spun her head to see that each wall was painted as a different season. Lush greens turned to the bright red and gold of fall, which turned to the still white ice of winter, which, of course, became the small, light green hopes of new life. The girl found herself so enthralled by this that she forgot where she was or what had happened- but not for long. The loud crack came again, and she jumped, realizing that the noise was the sound of firewood splitting.

She sprang out of bed, tangling herself in the silken sheets as she did so, tearing them with the claws of her toes as she scrambled to the floor, immediately rushing to the 'Spring' wall, which had a large window. She peered out to see the source of the noise.

The night before came rushing back to her as she caught sight of the fox. He was no longer dressed in his fine clothes, and no gold adorned his fingers. Only black pants and a sightly broken-in tunic. He reared back again and the axe came swinging down- another piece of firewood fell from the block. She ducked back from the window quickly. He had not seen her. How stupid, to put such a large window in her quarters- even if it was on the second floor. Did he think she couldn't climb. She stifled a small laugh, covering the smile on her lips with her hand. Thrilled with this new sense of opportunity she rushed to the nearest dresser and began rummaging through its contents, pulling out necessities, leaving what might slow her down. She found a tunic and some trousers, new by the looks of them, a small wooden box which contained a small amount of gold coins, some simple leather boots, and- Gods did this man wan't her to escape? A knapsack lay upon the vanity in the corner. She stuffed it with her newfound supplies hurriedly, but stopped upon checking the front pocket. Inside was a garnet- flawlessly cut and heavy in her hand. She glanced again at the window, hearing the reassuring sound of wood being split, and wondered just what the fuck this fox thought he was doing.

Chucking to herself, she entertained ideas. Maybe he was some pampered brat who had never owned a slave before. He did look quite young.. Experienced slave owners didn't just leave their new human property in a bedroom with a huge window, a bedroom containing valuables and supplies. Her heart began to soar. As she swung the knapsack onto her back she realized she should probably keep the gemstone on her person, it being the most valuable thing she had found. She went to tuck it in her undergarments as usual- but suddenly gasped, the stone clattering to the hardwood floor as she looked down at her clothes.

The silken blue dress from last night was gone.

She was dressed in a white gown of gossamer fabric, practically see-through in the sunlight that shone through the window. Suddenly she realized the breeze on her legs, the thin fabric falling only mid-thigh. It was then that she realized what was underneath. A bra of the same silken fabric as the gown, and matching panties. Not the rough cloth she was so used to. She seemed to simultaneously feel the comfort of the clothes, softer than any she'd ever worn- whilst also realizing with a sudden lurch of her stomach that someone had dressed her. The memory of the gentle rock of the horse came rushing back to her, the feel as the carrot he had given her slipped from her hand to the ground, left behind. She had fallen asleep. 'Did he drug me?' she thought, wrapping her arms around herself with a shiver. She knew the use of some herbs and remedies- as well as some poisons. He could have poured belladonna down her throat, for all she knew. She had been exhausted.. but couldn't fathom the idea of someone removing her clothes... all of her clothes, without waking her. She was lost in this thought, standing there in her bare feet and revealing dress, her curls still askew from bed, when she suddenly realized that the noise outside had stopped.

Panicking she grabbed the bag and snatched the garnet from the floor, making for the window. She planned simply to break it, but it wasn't even locked! With a triumphant grin she lifted it wide open and began to swing a leg over the edge- when the door opened.

She froze, eyes wide as dinner plates as the fox walked into the room with a sense of calm that horrified her. Sometimes the anger was better... with the calm ones, you never knew what sadistic thing they might be thinking. She knew she should jump now, hope the bushes would break her fall, just jump and run. But she felt frozen in place, unable to breathe, unable to think- and then he spoke.

"You are quite the headstrong little escapist, aren't you?"

She knew not what to say, and her mouth seemed to open of its own accord and she spoke without really thinking- her mind already retreating to that familiar dark place. She had failed. "I always escape." she said, though her voice lacked conviction, and she only could think of the scars the marred the soft flesh of her back, criss-crossed, too many to count, for all the times she had been caught.

"Not today, apparently." he replied without delay, and seemed to suddenly be at her side, taking hold of her arm and pulling her from the windowsill. Her body was weak, weighed down with hopelessness. His grip on her was soft as if he knew she would not fight, at least not at that moment. "Sit down." he commanded, nodding toward the bed. She stared at him for a moment and he growled, low in his throat. "Sit, slave." She sat on the bed, eyes trained on her bare feet. She dreaded the moment when he might command her to look at him, but instead he only began to pace the length of the room.

"That jewel in your hand doesn't belong to you, does it?"

She blinked, holding back tears. She knew what to say now. "No, sir. Please forgive me, I...I.." But there was no lie to tell this time. She was red handed. "I only was-" she began to speak, thinking if she kept talking her mouth might manage to spil forth with words that would get her out of this bind. But he interrupted her.

"Keep it." He paused, looking at the bag that hung from her shoulder. "I'd rather you keep your clothes in your dresser, you know." He stepped forward and took hold of her chin, forcing it upward to look at him. "I paid more for you than that gem. I paid more for you than I could have for a more obedient slave. I paid more for you, a girl who thinks she can jump from a window to escape me when I could have bought a young, submissive virgin." At this, her eyes narrowed and she bared her teeth at him.

"Then why waste your money on a slave that will never obey you?"

She knew she would pay for her words, for her tone, but what was one more lashing? It hardly even hurt anymore. The fox grabbed the knapsack and tore it away from her, flinging it into the corner of the room. Suddenly her hands were above her head and she was pinned to the bed, the vulpine towering over her. She began to squirm and struggle to no avail, and as the fox begin to speak, tightening his grip on her wrists, he slid his thigh between her legs, forcing them open until his leg was presses against her most sensitive place, her sheer panties doing nothing to dull the sensation..

"You will obey me. I did not waste my money, little slave. Don't you think that if I wanted a naive little sub, I would have bought one?" Keeping her arms pinned with one hand, he ran his other down the length of her body, softly along her stomach, tracing over her hipbone, her ribs, brushing against her nipple, which hardened at the touch. Her body betrayed her, and she struggled harder. He only smiled. "I wanted a girl with fire in her eyes."

His thigh withdrew from between her legs and she began to heave a sigh of relief when it was only replaced by his hand. She gasped and struggled harder, only succeeding in tiring herself out as he held her there firmly, his hand resting over her mound, a deft finger softly rubbing the sensitive flesh beneath those gossamer panties.

"I wanted to tame a wild animal."

She looked at him, meeting his gaze briefly, seeing the hunger in his amber eyes, and she began to cry silently. She didn't want him to see her weakness but the tears came anyway, spilling forth onto her cheeks and running down her neck. His expression seemed to change, and he moved his hand from between her legs to wipe the tears from her face. "Oh, pet.." he said, with the slightest shade of tenderness hidden in his tone. "Soon you will not fear me so."

He moved backward, pulling her up back into a sitting position, keeping both of her hands securely in his. "If I let go of your hands, are you going to try and run?" She shook her head immediately, but he just stared her down. "You'll soon learn the rules of this house. Disobey me and you'll be punished, that simple." He let her hands go, and she rubbed her sore wrists, staring at him with eyes still full of tears. She flinched as he stood up, at the same time pulling her to her feet.

"Turn around." he said, his arms crossed as he looked her up and down. She was aware of the garnet still clutched in her hand, her palms sweating. She turned slowly, her heart hammering at the feeling of having her back turned to him. Slowly he lifted her dress, up to her shoulders, where he stopped. It took her a moment to realize he was looking at the scars on her back. He traced one with the soft tip of a finger, and sighed. "Such a waste, to mar this body with scars."

Before she could even react he had sat down and in one deft movement pulled her over his lap. She yelped and moved to scramble away but he held her fast. "Stay!" he barked, grabbing hold of her dark hair. Slowly she could feel him pushing the gown up to reveal her ass, her short tail tucked between her legs. She spoke frantically, her mind racing with thoughts of what he might do. "No, please, Master, don't!" she cried. Some liked when a girl begged, so she tried. "Please sir, I am sorry. I'll never try to escape again- I'll never steal from you aga-"

SLAP. Her tender flesh seared with pain as he spanked her. "Do not speak without permission, pet." His hand returned, rubbing the sore spot softly. "You were a bad girl, and bad girls get punished. There is no 'sorry' in this house." Another slap, this time a little softer than before, but still stinging nonetheless. His hand once again returned to rub her sensitive flesh. "You will obey me..." He smacked her again, right where the buttocks connect to the thighs, the force resonating through her. "Or you will be punished." With each slap, the skin under her white fur burned redder, and his hand made contact with her sensitive pussy until she could feel it begin to throb. It was as if her body rebelled against her now, as with rising panic she felt herself begin to get wet down there for the first time. Nothing escaped him.

His hand stopped to rub the outside of her panties again, and she whimpered as he spoke- "It seems my little slave is enjoying her punishment a little too much.." He pulled the thin panties down around her knees, running his hand up her thigh, claws brushing against the hypersensitive flesh of her lips. "No!" she protested, and not a moment after the word escaped her mouth came another swift slap. She let out a loud cry, and he pulled the panties the rest of the way off, slipping them off of her delicate ankles.

"It seems, for your own good, that I give you a little something to help you stay quiet. Open your mouth." She hesitated, receiving another stinging slap to her ass and pussy. "Now!" She opened, and he stuffed her wet panties into her mouth, closing one hand around her muzzle as the other teased her edges. She could taste herself. Somehow she found herself arching her back without realizing it- she found herself not struggling anymore. At least, until he slid one thick finger inside her.

She cried out, her desperate voice muffled by the gag, trying to close her legs and squirm her hips away from his probing hand- but he held her fast. For such an agile and tall looking man, he wasn't without strength. She couldn't move an inch as he explored her depths with his hand, rubbing in slow circles inside, causing her body to well up with warmth and a feeling of rising panic. She had never felt this before, a strange tickling pleasure that felt somehow ecstatic but at the same time almost unbearable. He slipped in another finger, still rubbing this sensitive spot within her, and she let out a long moan through the panties stuffed in her maw.

"See, pet?" he said in a low voice, his thumb moving over her clit softly. "It's not so bad... Your body wants this." She shook her head, trying to say no, but only moans escaped the gag. "The less you fight me, the easier things will be for you." he said with a hint of anger, his fingers pushing harder and faster, her body burning with some unfamiliar desire. She felt as if she might explode as she practically howled into the gag, squirming to try and escape his fingers. Finally when she felt she might explode or die or pass out if he didn't stop, she spat out the panties from her mouth and, disobeying, began to beg him once again, her voice coming fast and frantic.

"Master! Please stop, please, please!" She screamed, struggling. "I... I can't.. I feel like I might.." but her voice stopped out of embarrassment. To tell the truth these unfamiliar touches were driving her so insane she felt like she might have an accident of some sort. It seemed, somehow, that he knew. He withdrew his hand, standing up again as she panted on the bed beneath him.

"Lay back on the pillows" He said, and she opened her mouth to protest but with one fierce look from him she was back against the downy pillows. He moved to sit at the foot of the bed.

"You've never... come before?" he asked. She frowned in confusion. Come? Come where? She just stared at him, and understanding seemed to dawn in his eyes as a grin spread across his muzzle. "You've never had an orgasm before, slave?"

"A what?" she asked, cocking her head to the side, adding in, "sir." at the last minute.

His smile widened. "I am going to show you something, my pet. Unfortunately, you are not yet well trained enough to do this without bounds.." Her eyes widened in fear, and he placed a hand on her leg- an attempt at reassurance. It did not help. He stood, opening the wardrobe and taking down another dress, this one of even higher quality than the one he had given her to wear when he bought her. "Put this on- It's time for breakfast." In the back of her mind she fretted over what he might do to her, when he might tie her up as he had just promised.. He clicked his tongue impatiently and she quickly slipped the dress on, her eyes searching the floor for the panties. Even with her own wetness and the drool from her mouth, they were better than nothing.. But he seemed to read her mind- "No panties. You are to wear only the dress, and you should be grateful you are allowed to wear anything at all, after that little stunt."

He opened the door, stepping back and gesturing for her to pass him. It was a moment of surprise for her. She had seen men in the market open doors for women like this before- but only free women, never a lowly, disgraced slave like herself. As she passed him he took her arm gently. "The dining hall is this way, and the food should already be prepared." She wondered at this briefly through the haze of her shock, knowing she wouldn't be a kitchen slave here, or tend the farm, or clean the manor. She knew what she was here for now, and it terrified her, no matter how much kinder this man was in comparison to her past captors. He was still a monster in her eyes, and her body felt tainted- it had betrayed her by feeling some semblance of pleasure.

He led her into the cavernous dining hall, to a table long enough for a banquet but set only for two. Her stomach twisted with hunger at the scent of the food. "Sit down and eat, pet. Feel free to take your time." He sat down across from her, raising a hand to motion for a servant in the corner to come to them. "Please fetch the ropes, and have them in the Seasons room when we are done." The servant nodded respectfully and bowed out of the great room.

"You will need your strength, my little pup." he said, cutting his steak with a manner that spoke of noble upbringing. "After we eat, you'll have your first real lesson- and you shall not be allowed to rest until I am done with you."