Changing Hands

Matthias looked into his own eyes in the mirror, taking a deep breath inwards as he considered the evening ahead, in a few minutes he would go down to the basement and collect his slave. Maysa. The thought of her name alone brought a glint of lust into his powerful azure gaze, he had always been sure of himself, supremely confident in his ability to master that young sex kitten. She was considered to be the jewel of his harem and it was always her that he chose to take to the Wicked Whip tonight, a rather infamous BDSM club that specialised in those with darker tastes. Offering a place where Slavers like himself could relax and discuss the highly illegal act of human trafficking without fear of persecution; lives were literally bought and sold over expensive cocktails. Though due to the nature of the club itself it brought with it certain risks, in the absence of any legal consequences a pack mentality had evolved. A hierarchy had to be established, it brought some semblance of order to a world fuelled by clashing egos and the screams of their unwilling victims. It was not simply a case of capturing and training sluts, even in this seedy underworld it came down to politics, if you were not respected among the community you wouldn't be able to move your 'product'. These complex and often unspoken dynamics between the Slavers is exactly what had Matthias staring into his own eyes and doubting himself for the first time in his extremely lucrative career.

To understand his current dilemma is to understand Maysa, the beautiful cat girl was a prize among prizes. Her body covered in arctic white fur, short but so naturally luxurious and inviting it felt like silk beneath a stroking paw, though what that thin layer covered was equally impressive. The twin orbs of her breasts sat high on her chest, each little more than a handful for Matthias and bounced with youthful vigour that revealed she was barely out of her teen years. A smooth belly flared out into divinely feminine hips, her rump kept up with her bodies promise of perfection. The curve was one of her best assets, a favourite of her Masters and it was easy to tell why. Each cheek offered just the right amount of flesh so that one could dimple their fingers slightly into it with a possessive squeeze, a long white tail curving out from between the two cheeks. Covering up the valley that held her perfect pink pucker and her often moist slit demurely, adding to an almost innocent demeanour. Each of her limbs was long and svelte, used to a life of luxury that much was clear, lacking any muscle. Finally her face and what a face it was. Angelic was a word often batted around, her pale emerald eyes could melt even the most serious of slavers and her cute slightly upturned nose further added to the notion she was from a line of fine breeding. Her full lips often painted a whorish red these days glistened with the frequent caress of her tongue.

How she came to be within the grasp of Matthias started with her father, he was a powerful and well renowned Slaver within the community. So well liked that his daughter was allowed to frequent the club without threat of enslavement, his original thought being to have her trained in the way of the trade. Female members of the Guild were unusual but not frowned upon if they could prove themselves to be effective. Of course, is as often the case, that rather simple plan went awry, her father being assassinated by a rival that had not taken kindly to a few of his recent acquisitions. The reasoning was not important, all was that mattered was that she now visited the club without protection. She could have ran but her days within the club had earned her enough attention that someone would have hunted her down. Her only chance was to show she was worthy of being one of them, rather than being their pet.

This gambit of Maysas was bold, but ultimately failed, Slaver admirers were not easily convinced that she was deserving of freedom. The two males at the top of the food chain at that particular time were Matthias and his long standing rival Corius; they both sought subtle means to seduce her into servitude. If they could prove themselves capable of getting a willing submission from the feline then the other would surely be pushed back beneath them in the eyes of their peers. So they competed to prove who was the superior, she entertained their games, their caresses and rather forceful assaults. The struggle for her freedom was not over in a moment, each one had their own small victories, when one forced her to show up to the club in naught but lingerie the other forced her to sit in his lap for the entire duration of the evening. Corius had the upper hand however due to his species, it was well known that Maysa had a taste for equines and it showed when in the way that almost innocent gaze lingered on the Slavers bulging package most nights. Matthias was also slightly smaller in build, his canine form was muscled but paled in comparison to Corius' Adonis like physique. There was little doubt who would win this showdown but their looks were not the only deciding factor. Matthias was well known to be a gentler Master and would even pamper a girl if she behaved well enough for him... Corius was a polar opposite. A depraved and self proclaimed bastard who would always demand more from his 'fuckmeat' as he so fondly referred to them. So in a turn of events that seemingly surprised everyone Maysa signed away her freedom to Matthias, most agree it was a last ditch effort to avoid the more abusive equine who had nearly gotten her to surrender on several occasions, luck more than judgement saving her each time. That was one week ago to this day, an appropriate training time and as the wolf stared back at himself he knew if he did not show he had successfully rendered complete submission from her it would undo any respect he had received for her capture.

Grabbing his dark, tailored, dinner jacket from the nearby rack, freshly ironed by one of his maids, sliding it over his equally rich white shirt. Simple yet fashionable, he was not the focus of the attention tonight; his work was going to be. Heading from his quarters he descended down a spiral staircase to the basement, walking swiftly down the row of cells. Some sluts wailed as they heard his footsteps, some moaned for him as he passed desperately attempting to attract his attention but he had no time for them, taking one of them this evening would have brought too many questions. Reaching the final cell he stops for a brief moment, breathing in deeply he scented his sluts arousal, Maysas. She had obviously been toying with herself, the cute feminine noises of her self inflicted pleasure stopped as he opened the door.

"Master!" She called out, curled up on the simple bed in the outfit he had picked out for her, dark lace thong was clearly moist at the front. Her nipples stiff against the band of equally dark silk that barely covered her nipples and nothing else. Rising to her feet and bowing, her heels meeting the cool cobbled ground with a clatter. Something was off however, she looked... guilty? It was obvious she was frantically impaling her sweet cunny with slender digits to the thought of an equine cock, not a canine one. Quick to dispel that look of guilt she smiled widely, offering her leash.

"Let's go my pet, it's time to show the club what a good little whore you've become for me." She nodded eagerly at that as he took the leash and yanked it, pulling her close and into a powerful kiss that draws a moan from her. With that he would turn and lead her out of cell and then eventually outside his mansion. He had to keep his head clear, focus on getting through the night, but still that look of her guilty pleasure was in his mind as he closed his eyes in the chauffeur driven car. Maysa climbing into his lap and sighing, grinding her hips lightly for the entire journey, though stress kept him from truly enjoying the sensation. The club was not far from his home, within the bustling metropolis. It looked innocent enough, an old warehouse converted into a club as so many of the trendy dance clubs were these days. The first hint of its unusual contents was the heavy guards, two bulls who were fierce enough to keep any curious teenagers away, the bulge of their holsters obvious. Matthias climbed from the car and led his leashed pet to the entrance, showing a gold emblem that was the Guilds insignia and marked him as an official Slaver. They nodded silently in approval and let him past, watching Maysa closely, following her body as she passed them and into the club.

The heavy thud of some techno was played over the sound system, it was mainly there to keep up the cover of a dance club but it often was fitting background music to the crack of the whip and a gyrating slave beneath it. The layout was rather simple, the main floor was scattered with tables, which was where the main business was done. There was no real dance floor to speak of. Alcoves along the wall offered slightly more privacy for the bigger fish to do business and there were rooms in the back for customers to try potential purchases out. Matthias always sat in one of the alcoves, usually with company but for obvious reasons he chose to sit alone this evening. That would not sate his associate's curiosity for Maysa however and he knew he would have to send her out to the bar at least in order to show off her obedience. Even as he sat with her in his lap there were gazes always on his newest slave, hungrily devouring her, he was looking for one particular gaze however. Corius. Breathing a sigh of relief, that intimidating stallion form was usually easily spotted even in here. Perhaps he hadn't arrived yet he hoped, if that was the case he could send her out and then get her back safely into his grasp without worrying that he would lay a hand on her. He had nothing to fear from the other patrons and they would applaud his quick training of her.

"Get me a scotch my pet..." Stroking her head, running his fingers through her dirty blonde mane, "You can stop and speak with the other Masters but nothing more, you are restricted." He felt her shiver, as if the thought excited her more, "Take your time, it's important everyone sees what a good girl you are." He coos and nipped her neck above the collar he himself put there.

"Yes Master." She purred at the bite, rising from his lap after giving a final roll of his hips. His pink canid cock very much hard at that moment but his lust would be much sweeter if he released it after dealing with this evening. Watching her like a hawk from his table for as long as he could, passing Slavers would stop and discuss her with him. Most of them asking the same three questions.

"Is she for sale?" They would ask hopefully.

"No."

"How does she take to a firm raping?" They would ask lustfully.

"Like you'd expect."

"What about Corius?" They would ask mockingly.

All but the last of their questions would be given an answer in a suitably smug tone, when they invariably asked about the equine he would dismiss them. Sending away yet another of the bothersome males he would find he had lost track of her, his eyes shifting across the length of the bar. Her pale fur was usually easy to spot, but yet it was nowhere to be seen. Though when he finally sees her he wishes he hadn't. She was standing there... with Him, the massive stallion towering over her and looking down at her with his same arrogant stance as always. Even from here he could tell she was uncomfortable with a mixture of fear and lust. Giving a nervous glance over to Matthias before she looks back up at him, he was instructing her on something. She would arch her back and thrust those perfect tits towards him, her lips puckering together into a suggestive pout for his amusement. The furrs at the tables near the bar had stopped their dealing and were watching the events unfold, Maysa rubbing her thighs together subconsciously. Her wolf 'Master' squeezing his paw into a fist, his knuckles cracking, she had to remain loyal to his orders. He would be humiliated if she surrendered to him after a week of training, and if he tried to start a fight over the girl he would be considered even more pathetic. His stomach sank as a startling realising fell over him... he was helpless. Yet another foreign feeling for him. Though that horrible sickness would be alleviated and give way to a victorious smile as she returns to his table, having been dismissed by the equine. Placing the glass down on the table she looked visibly shaken, about to praise her she would interrupt him with her own words... she wasn't sitting down.

"Master... Corius would like me to serve him a drink. I assumed... I mean... I said it was okay since you wanted me to show everyone how obedient I am." She mutters, still blushing beneath her pale fur, the scent of her sweet feminine arousal was all around her. His mouth was dry, it was an impossible situation, his career as a slaver was over if he showed fear and refused the request. There is one choice left to him and that sickness returns as he takes it, nodding.

"Hurry back." He growls, though it was weaker, and she seemed to notice it as though her instincts were instructing her to serve the more domineering male she eagerly turned and headed back to the bar. Ordering the drink, ignoring all the other males and heading straight for his table.

Matthias had a perfect view, they were in an alcove across the club and besides some passing furrs he had unobscured sight, unable to tear his eyes off his slave as she approach with the glass. Not setting it down on the table, instead sliding into the alcove and sitting next to the stallion, her nostrils flaring as she took in that familiar masculine musk. The wolf taking another gulp of scotch as if that would help, time crawled by, each moment spent watching as his sex kitten lifted that glass to Corius lips was like torture and then the two males locked eyes. A knowing smirk on the studs maw as he reaches up and grasps the back of Maysas head, pushing her over so her head disappeared under the table... and into his lap. He would soon see her golden tresses again and again as they bobbed up and down. Corius relaxing back into his seat and sipping his own drink as another Slavers 'restricted' slave gave him a mind blowing blowjob. Soon her head would come higher as that mammoth horse cock reached its full length, the bulbous head climbing just above the lip of the table. Just so he can see her lips stretched around it as she worships it. Matthias heart was thudding in his ears, his mouth once again dry as he realises other had begun to notice. Mocking glances cast his way as he feels a rage of jealousy mix with helplessness in his mind, and strangely.. disturbingly lust also emerges from that maelstrom of emotions. His cock that was barely half the size of Corius hardening as he watches her giving a worshipping blowjob with more vigour than he had ever seen, a heavy dark hand laying a blow on her ass to encourage her, him squeezing and pulling those cheeks apart. Grasping the soaking wet thong she was made to wear and snapping it.

The show wasn't to end with a blowjob though, no that would not be enough for a stud like him. Throwing the wasted garment down he would bury a hand in her tresses yanking her up and throwing her over the table, her breasts mashed to the cold surface sending the drink she had brought him tumbling to the ground. She would meet eyes with her now former Master as her new one lined up her tight little ass, adding insult to injury he had always desired that perfect pucker and planned to take its virginity tonight. That first was to go to Corius, the true winner of her freedom; she was impaled time and time again. Her whole body rocking against the table as her eyes rarely left the canines, a playful grin creeping onto her lips at times as she sees the lust in his eyes. The gaze only broken when he begins to use her hair as leash, arching her back and pulling her against him. Thrust after countless thrust into her, the slaves body convulsing in orgasmic bliss as that strong muscular form behind her tensed and tightened, emptying an entire load of potent horse cum into her well stretch pucker. The wolf could almost hear the snickering of the crowds that had witnessed the events and knew of Matthias humiliation. She was then forced to her feet by the stud, led around by her sweat matted hair and over to a speechless Matthias. Corius just grinned smugly, his cum leaking out of Maysa pert ass and down her thigh as the equine produces a skeleton key he carried for this very reason. Undoing her old collar he dropped it on the table in front of his stunned gaze, the whole time the kitten purring and looking up at her new Master. Before he could find the words to convey his emotion, if there were any, the others mocking tones would bellow down at him.

"I'll take it from here pup." Then he would lead his slut off from the club, his dominance proved and his seat at the top of the totem pole likewise secured. Matthias sat there, staring at the collar, willing his erection to subside.