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My black fur was illuminated by a large spotlight, cast on my body. The bright light forced me to move an arm over my eye to try and shield it from the piercing rays. I felt so humiliated, my legs shaking while another paw moved towards the pathetic skirt that had been forced around my waist. It did little to nothing for the cock cage which no doubt glistened in the spotlight and attracted the attention of the audience. Of all the outfits to choose, why did it have to cross between a feminine maid or schoolgirl outfit? Honestly, I'm not sure which would be worse, both forcing me to grit my teeth, trying to resist the urge to tear off the outfit there and then. What stopped me, however, was the distant memory of gunshots. I couldn't be sure, but I had a feeling what happened to the 'undesirable' slaves wasn't exactly kind. As I looked to my left, I noticed 4 other slaves had made their way onto the stage. The fox mix from earlier, a husky by the looks of it and two felines I couldn't quiet tell the type of.

As my eyes adjusted to the spotlight, I was able to gage the crowd. Sort of. The room itself looked like a vague mix of industrial and medieval decor. The red brick gave away that once, many years ago this building was most likely a factory, but now it had been converted into what looked like a BDSM club without any regard for safety regulations and a far, far too high budget. In the centre of the room, a lush crimson rug snaked its way to the centre stage, where a bat stood in front of a pedestal dressed in business attire which looked as though it had come straight from a Georgian Era. I felt an unknown paw pushed my wary body next to the pedestal. The audience was a sea of blackened silhouettes, their forms only partially illuminated by lit braziers which lined each row of seating. Where it not for them, I'd have little to no idea who was watching me, I'd have no inclining of the hundreds of rich, greedy eyes which gazed upon me as if I was nothing but an object. However I could see their eyes, beaming with lust and power and after a long hard stare I counted 10... 15... 20... Maybe 25 rows of seating? Perhaps 500 furs in the audience? All looking towards a projector board above the charismatic bat. A brief glance told me what I already knew. Projected on it, was all the medical details from earlier, along with all the other 'relevant' information.

"And here we have out next 5 fine specimens!" The bat chimed into the microphone. The basic speaker setup was all that was needed, his charismatic voice echoing through the large hall, bouncing off every wall and creating quiet the reverb. "Our first auction for today starting at three hundred thousand, is a rare black wolf. Formally known as Akiri, this wolf can get very emotionally submissive and signed up to the ISA 'Looking for a strong controlling partner to be in a relationship with!'" Soon enough, the room erupted with laughter and in that moment, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. My body curled in on itself, my form shrinking ever so slightly as my eyes started to water up. The Chants and cheers, soon turned to mocking cries of "Awww." And so forth. I wanted to run and hide, but the sound of those gunshots played back on repeat in my mind, forcing me to stay where I was, that spotlight still humiliatingly exposing every part of my body for the room to see. Though soon enough, I would realize that perhaps it was a good thing.

They must have been bidding on tablets, computers... buttons or something, because it was all electronic. The board above went up in price, while the bat continued to entice the audience with each and every rise. "Four-hundred, six-hundred... Seven hundred... Can we get an eight hundred anyone? Anyone.... Yes! Nine? Anyone willing to bid a Nine hundred?" It was then, in the far back of I noticed a slight glint. A stare, an almost deadly one at that coming from the furthest back row, as if homing in on my very consciousness. A set of red eyes seemed to cast a beam over me, just like the laser beam from a high powered sniper rifle, and just as daunting. "One million! One million anyone, going... Gone! Sold to the gentleman at the back! Congratulations on your purchase." The auctioneer called, and with that came a series of explosions. BANG! BANG! BANG! Just like I had heard earlier, only now I could see confetti shoot up from around the stage and suddenly, I felt like a paranoid idiot. Of course they wouldn't shoot valuable stock! That's would be like a garage going out and smashing any cars that didn't sell. Or a cattle farm simply murdering their live- Actually, perhaps not the best analogy, but regardless. I felt so stupid, my heart racing in an odd mix of both dread and relief. Though, I didn't have long to think about it all, as a large hand clamped around my shoulder, while another grabbed my collar and I was guided off stage, so another slave could be auctioned off. Probably the Fox mix.

Relief washed over me as I was taken off stage. I never coped will with big crowds, public speaking... Any of that. Though the relief didn't last long, as my mind started to wonder who my knew owner was. The auctioneer had said the gentleman at the back... Could it be that same pair of eyes which stood out so pronounced through all the noise, and darkness of the entire theatre? I gulped at the thought, which is when the hand which continued to guide me through the building finally spoke up. "I'd be on your best behaviour if I where you." It said, the tone gruff and familiar. It was the same wolf who had brought me here! Despite the fact this wolf was to blame for me being here, I felt a sense of comfort now that I recognised who he was. "You've just been bought by a Mister Dietrichson. I've personally never seen him pay so much for a slave, but rumour has it he doesn't always treat his property very well. Hence why he often needs to come back for more." There was a slight wane at the end of his voice, which suggested that the wolf fest somewhat sorry for me. This... Of course, didn't ease my fears. Not in the slightest.

I was led into a clinical-looking waiting room, surrounded by other slaves who presumably had been sold and where awaiting their new owners. That's where the wolf left me. Probably to direct some other slaves into similar rooms. Some of the slaves here looked more anxious then others and as I took a seat, I couldn't help but twitch and jerk still whenever I heard the distant sound of a gunshot, even though now I was pretty sure it wasn't an actual gun ending someone's life. As more slaves shuffled into the room, my tail lit up at the sight of a familiar fox half breed, the one I had seen just before my medical records were 'acquired'. Clearly the make-up bunny hadn't been very creative with his outfit, as he was still naked. His colours were distinctly fox like, though perhaps a little duller than your average fiery ginger. But what singled him out as canine was the shape of his muzzle, and height that could match my own. This time I had the will to muster a soft "Hey there." Along with a nod of my head and a soft smile in his direction, to signify my familiarity and obvious wish to talk. "I'm Akiri, nice to meet ya properly." The fox looked at me for a moment, as if I was crazy, and for a moment I thought maybe I was, until he responded in softly. "Elias." Perhaps it was because other slaves were muttering among themselves, or simply because I was desperate for someone to confide in... Either way, I started talking. The fox was surprisingly receptive. He took a seat next to me, and just like that, we conversed like old friends. It felt so strange to have a normal civil conversation after being treated like an object from the very moment I was dragged into this new world of slavery, though I was curious about where the fox mix had come from and how he had ended up here. over the course of the next thirty minutes or so, he told me his entire life story. About how he lived in a nice home as a single child, his parents working hard at what poorly paying jobs they had to ensure he had a good Christmas and time at school. Though, a car crash soon flipped his life upside down. He explained how he couldn't hold down a job, and how just a day or so ago, a mysterious camper van rocked up and offered him a work contract and told him he was valued for at least two hundred thousand if he 'signed' their contract. Before he knew it, he was drugged and woke up here and went through the same process I had done.

"So... What's your story?" He asked in return. His question shocked me for a moment, I had been so caught up in his life that I wasn't sure how to respond. Should I tell the truth? How awful would that seem? To say I had chosen this over a decent life and well-paying job while he was forced to sign up to this life out of desperation for basic necessities. Though, as I said nothing, I sensed Elias was getting impatient. "Well? How'd you end up here? I didn't think they'd go after a wolf. Those fuckers are usually too cowardly to try it with someone who might put up a half-decent fight. Bastards..." That's when my cheeks turned a slight shade of red, as Elias' eyes seemed to follow my every movement intently. "Yeah well... I kind of... Signed up online myself." I said, my voice a slight whine, ever more so when I saw the fox mix's expression turn to sudden anger and disgust. "You... What?" He said, his voice monotone, and I could feel his teeth grinding in his maw as his lips pealed back to expose a row of teeth. His claws gripped into the wooden chair handle so harshly, they left permanent scratches, showing that Elias must either sharpen his claws on a regular basis, or simply use them often in place of basic utilities. I could sense the anger in him reaching a breaking point, and as it did my heartbeat increased to the point I thought it might just leap out of my chest. "W-Well it wasn't intentional, I thought... It was just a club... Or something. It wasn't until after I ha-." I was interrupted by a sudden loud shouting voice. The timid fox mix now looking not so timid as he jumped up out of his seat. "You mean to say you had a choice?!" He yelled, to the point where I could smell his somewhat nasty breath. To be expected really, it wasn't as though toothpaste was the highest priority in his day to day life. "K-kinda?!" I said back. All eyes were on us at this point, silence descending on the room as all the other slaves turned around to stare at us and in that moment, I saw Elias' paw swing towards me, his claws sharp only seconds away from making contact with my cheek.

I closed my eyes and braced for the pain, expecting a few scars on my cheek when the paw made contact when suddenly, I felt a sharp burning pain around my neck instead. The pain was so immense my eyes shot open in a fraction of a second, and my paws moved to grab the collar around my neck. I hadn't even noticed the two prongs that stuck against my pelt the entire time... It was a shock collar! In front of me, I saw Elias on the floor, his paws also around the collar, clearly enduring the same immense pain I was. Though, as soon as the pain had arrived, it had gone, as if it had never been there to begin with. I took a gasp of breath, my heart beating just as fast as it did when in the theatre and with all eyes upon us and I felt a similar sensation to my first ever fight back at highschool. A familiar paw wrapped itself around my collar, dragging me up onto two feet while Elias received the same treatment, the large wolf eying us both. This time when he spoke, he sounded like a military sergeant, drilling us with a loud, defining, booming voice and handling out collars with precision. "Listen slaves. To me? You're both just meat sacks, I don't care if you bloody each other up. But Mister Dietrichson will. He's outside and expects to get exactly what he paid for, and not a drop of blood less!" My eyes went wide as I processed the revealing information. We had both been bought by the same Master? What where the odds... In an instant I regretted my honesty towards Elias. If I had simply told a lie, I could have entered this terrifying new world with an ally, but as the fox mix before me let out a grumbled growl, I doubted I we would ever be able to re-kindle the flame of friendship ever again.

Eventually the large wolf released our collars, allowing me an Elias to take a much needed gasp of air. I glanced up and caught his eye for the briefest of moments. I could tell he wanted to lunge at me, but for now, he withheld his attack and I let out a slight sigh of relief. The wolf brought us outside and around to the entrance, where my revealing outfit did little against the crisp, cold night air. It appears this was a different section to the area where I had arrived, as the sound of barking dogs was distant, and the entrance to the salve auction house itself far more lavish, just like the theatre room inside. I wondered how they could keep such a place a secret. But then again, I had no idea what country I was in regardless. The parking lot was filled with a mix of cars, each far grander than the next. Cars which I could never hope to afford, not even if I saved for an entire lifetime. Limos were common for sure, many with neatly dressed chauffeurs waiting outside, some of which were wearing similar collars to the one I had on, and I had to question, with access to a car, what on earth was stopping them from making a break for it? It was at that moment I realised despite the outfit I was forced into; I was still given no footwear. I was made to walk bare-pawpadded on rough and unforgiving tarmac as we weaved through parked cars, the wolf guiding us clearly knowing what designated parking lot our new Master would be. I winced whenever a large stone pressed against my soft sensitive pawpad, which brought an obvious eyeroll from Elias. I looked down to my foot with a whine, trying to brush off the sharp stone, hoping it hadn't cut anything, my ears splaying to their sides as the relentless wolf pushed me on without hesitation. Then, as I looked up I caught a glance of my future owner.

It was him. Those deep red eyes confirmed it. Or so I thought... I was convinced and at first, relieved. The one who had bought us, the one who called himself Dietrichson was also a wolf. Not quiet as tall as the one who currently handled us, and who unceremoniously shoved us forward towards our new Master. What was most striking was his jet-black fur coat, which made my own look like a faded grey in comparison. I had to wonder whether he dyed it or whether it was natural, as it seemed to absorb any and all the streetlight which illuminated to rather dull carpark, intensifying the glow of his sharp red eyes all the more. His outfit was much the same and followed a common theme I had seen here tonight, the usual formal suit, though in his circumstance it was just as black as his fur, making it at times hard to distinguish where the fur ended and the suit begun. The wolf would no doubt make a good thief or assassin. The wolf took a few steps forwards, the edges of his maw curling into a smirk. "Ah so he's the mix-breed I ordered." He said, turning to Elias. His voice had that refined quality to it, like someone who spent most of their time reading podcasts and making public speeches. The way he pronounced his words was soft and soothing, yet ominous and full of mysterious intent. The wolf lifted his paw to the Elias' maw, grabbing it and turning it this way and that before grabbing his paw and doing the same. "Ah yes, a fighter. You've clearly took to what little wolfish blood is within you, haven't you?" He said with a smirk along his maw. I glanced at Elias and notice that all he did in response to the 'handling' was peel his lips back ever so slightly, showing he had some restraint, though it was obvious why he had never been able to hold down a job.

Just a moment later, Dietrichson turned his head to me. "And here we have the fox." He said, that same smirk transferring over to me as he shifted himself to stand above me. I didn't dare raise my head to look up at him, his intimidating presence blocking the light from my world and casting a long gloomy shadow over my nearly whimpering form. "I... I'm no a fo-." Before I could meekly get the words out, a harsh backhand contacted my maw. I would have fallen back onto the floor, where the wolf behind me not there to catch my fall. It wasn't a harsh punch, but I wasn't expecting it, it caught me off guard, and as I regained my senses I noticed a metallic-tasting feeling when I pressed my tongue up against my cheek. My ears lowered again my skull as tightly as they could go, as I regained my balance and composure, flinching from that point onwards whenever Dietrichson so much as took a breath. "You're whatever I say you are, and right now you look like a pathetic, snivelling little fox. From the moment I saw you, I knew you weren't wolf. The way you act, you're one of the biggest, whiniest cock-sleeves of a fox I've ever laid eyes on." He said, his leathery scotch scented breath inches away from my maw before he straightened his back, towering over me again. "But I'm sure you'll prove it to me yourself." He said with a soft chuckle. And with that, the wolf behind us saw his opportunity to chirp in. "Here's the files, records, shocker remotes and of course, the key to the... "Fox's" cage. Of course, you'll find the usual catalogue of merchandise and accessories, along with your invoice. And as always, a pleasure doing business with you, Mister Dietrichson." The wolf handed over a briefcase, which I hoped would have at least one... Particular item inside. A particular item which I suddenly felt the need for, my cock starting to twitch slightly, though the realization both startled and confused me. Now of all times? Really?

Once the transaction was complete, we were pushed into the back of a limo, the interior as lush and grand as one would expect. Elias went first, and I followed shortly afterwards. We sat next to each other in the back, a good gap between us, which is when I managed to get a look at the driver. He looked to be canine, but more dog then anything. Probably an Alsatian, though oddly enough his fur was also a similar thick, dark rich ebony, though broken up with markings that looked far more intentional and man made then they did natural. Though before I could observe him any further, our owner Dietrichson stepped into the cab, sitting opposite us. I felt compelled to lower my ears as he did so, his very presence seemed to command it. He seemed to wield dominance just as well as he did that fine fitting suit. As he sat down, he pressed a button, and an oak table connected to some hydraulic hinges pushed up and rather nice-looking polished oak table, to which he pulled out a glass and bottle of whisky, both of which combined probably being worth an entire year's pay. The engine of the limo was 'nudged' into life, so silently that it was hard to notice where it not for the earie silence which had descended on the cabin. Both me and Elias were locked onto the whisky, as our owner poured a glass, that thick leathery scented liquid spilling into the sparkling crystal glass. "Now let's get one thing clear. You're to address me as Master, or Master Dietrichson. No exceptions. Failure to do so will be met with swift punishment. No Sir's, and no Dietrich's, or any other pathetic lazy titles your small minds can muster up. Is that understood?" He drilled, his red beaming eyes scanning our actions for any sign of complaint. We both nodded in synch, though those eyes kept staring. As if someone had just lit a fire, the atmosphere felt hotter, and hotter and hotter. Until we both, in unison, got the hint and responded with "Yes Master." And with that, Dietrichson gave a slight nod of his head and the limo took off, leaving the parking lot.

Myself and Elias spent most of the journey staring out of the window, trying to gasp what country we were in. Civilization was absent, that was for sure, and honestly I kept feeling like passing out from sleep deprevation. The rising sun gave away the time, meaning it had been a good 20 hours or so since I had found the website. I had gone passed the 24 hour mark, and here I was in a feminine looking maid's outfit, in some rich billionaire's car with the mad idea that somehow I would escape. For what? Just to return to boring old life? No... I had made my bed and now I had to lay in it. Damn... The thought of lying in bed sounded like heaven right about now. As our owner continued to twitch on some odd-looking tablet device, me and Alias both stared out of our respective windows, until I felt me eyes close on me. The warmth of the cabin, and the soft comfy sofa was too much, and my body surrendered to sleep.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep for, but I woke up to a splash of water on my face. I jumped, my neck twitching into alertness as I took check of my surroundings. Soft velvet under my paws, the morning sun shining through the windows of a moving car... Yes I was still in the Limo. But now, I saw Elias looking to our owner intently, who had brought his tablet over to show us a display. "Wakey wakey, fox. It would be in your best interest to provide me with your undivided attention for this next part!" Dietrichson exclaimed as he gestured towards his tablet. I tried to focus on it, but as I did my eyes watered. I had to rub them and wait for my eyes to adjust to the stinging bright LED screen before I was able to focus on what the device was saying. "And that's how you get sorted." He explained, before swiping along with a single finger. I missed whatever was on the previous slide. "Into your respective places. As Elias already knows since he had the grit to stay awake and listen to his Master, your privileges are granted based on individual merit. Every slave has equal opportunity. If you can't prove yourself to be a competent fighter, driver... Whatever you have to offer. Then your fate will be decided, and most likely you'll be used how we sit for our own pleasure. Simple." Our master spoke, in a matter-of-fact way. The tablet showed a screen, various names and such were listed and sorted into categories, each with their own respective 'class'. There were 7 classes by the looks of it, each colour coded and at the 1st class where what you might expect. Bodyguards, mechanic... Even an accountant. Slaves which where of extreme value. Then, as the list went on, the roles got less and less glamorous. I noticed a gardener in 5th, but what alarmed me was other then a few rare exceptions, a few rather lewd titles ranging from 'slut' to 'punching bag' were labelled all along the bottom two classes. "Even Moss here started out as a Slave in fifth, isn't that right Moss?" Dietrichson called out. We heard a distant "Yes Sir." From the front end of the Limo, before our Master's gaze turned back towards me and Elias. "Now, Elias has already promised me he can learn to be a competent fighter and some day, a bodyguard perhaps. Though, I'm guessing I should put you down as... Cockwarming Fox, and perhaps push you up to sixth if you can prove you'll behave. Does that sound fair, fox?" He asked, his red eyes piercing into my own while the tips of his maw curled into a familiar smirk. I caught a glance at the slight bulge in his pants, and with that I knew exactly what he was planning.

I had partaken in a quite a few sexual acts, particularly during my time at University. And while I was always rather kinky, I was never good at oral. Honestly? I just found it boring, my gag reflex was always far too strong and sensitive, and it was something I usually dismissed. But, as the wolf started undoing his belt, I had a feeling I wouldn't so easily be able to dismiss the offer this time. Elias rolled his eyes and seemed to look away. Perhaps he was straight, or maybe he was still trying to take in his surroundings to plan an escape. Either way, I didn't feel nervous about him being there and watching, he hardly seemed interested. Though perhaps my nerves were simply taken up with the fact that I knew I would most likely fail if I tried. "Now. Are you going to be a good fox?" Dietrichson asked, moving over to a cabinet to which he pulled out a leash, pressing his thumb on the click and pointing it my way. I nodded, my own cock twitching already in my confined cage. What other choice did I have? I was no warrior after all... Maybe 6th on that sheet wasn't so bad... Maybe It'd get the 5th or even higher if I behaved. Proved myself useful. Valuable. Right? I moved forward until I was on my knees, my neck pressed against the leash as Dietrichson sharply attached it to my collar, using his other paw to then rub along my ears. Honestly? It felt great, and my body shuddered in a brief moment of delight, my tail swishing. Maybe I could get used to this. "Good fox. See? I know one when I see one. Now remember, no teeth." I gave a brief nod, as Dietrichson's paw moved over to his pants to pull them down slightly. Which was when I got my first glimpse of the plump sheath which lay under those trousers. I could have sworn I even heard Elias give a slight whine. What red cock was already exposed, looked about as thick as a beer bottle, and I could only imagine what the knot might be like once fully inflated. I gulped and hesitated, but Master didn't care.

He shoved my maw against his cock, putting a finger and thumb over my nose to 'persuade' me to open my maw in swift time. The feeling of being controlled, it made me wince. Partly due to the explosive feeling of excitement from my gut fluttering through my chest like a sparkling firework, but also because my own cock was straining painfully against the prison which refused to let it grow. I never knew I'd feel so alive and turned on by all this... But it was all so real! Then, I got my first taste, as the half-grown cock entered my muzzle. I let out a soft whine while I wrapped my wet, rough textured tongue around his cock, coercing it to grow inside my maw, getting a taste of his salty precum in the back of my throat, soon followed by a soft groan. "Mmmm That's a good girl." He complimented humiliatingly, his voice now taking more of a guttural, lusty growl. The comment made my cheeks blush. Not only was he calling me a fox, but also a girl too! Though, my current outfit didn't help matters, since it certainly fit that general description. I felt my master get worked up, to the point where he eventually started to thrust up into my throat. It hurt, my muscles clenching against his cock, no doubt causing him pleasure, but causing me much discomfort as I gagged sickeningly. "I knew you'd make a fantastic cocksleeve. Oh, how the boys are going to love to ruin you, my pretty little fox slut." His voice was mockingly soft, his hand moving to brush through my fur all while I chocked on his cock. After a few more thrusts and a tug against the leash, I saw the already swollen knot pop free from his sheath. The already large cock now pushed even further into my throat, forming a visible bulge from the outside. And although my own cock was dripping against the carpet in excitement, this was about much as I could take. I felt like I was going to be sick, and so I pushed myself away.

His cock slid out from my throat, and I coughed. My head hit the back of the limo's seat, but luckily it was cushioned well so it didn't hurt much. Nowhere near as much as my throat currently stung at least. "Damn. I thought you were going to be perfect. I suppose I'll have to move you down to 7th then, but don't worry, I'll get only the finest to train my little fox into the 'perfect' slut." He said with a smirk. "That gag reflex will be a thing of the pa-." "No!" I yelled, even though it stung to do so. Elias' eyes went wide in sudden shock, it seemed as though even he had started to doze off now that his Master was occupied with the 'fox'. "I'm a wolf! Not a fox. I can fight, I'll prove it!" I yelled. I wasn't sure what was going through my head at the time. But I wanted an escape, my mind looked for a way out and a chance to live a life which wasn't filled with... That. It was the only solution I could come out with. Dietrichson, and even the Driver burst out in laughter simultaneously, Elias himself letting out a chuckle. I looked up at my Master with defiance, as saw his gaze turn against my own, piercing my defiance with a type of sadistic anger I had never seen in another creature before. I was sure he was going to hurt me for my outburst, outright rejecting my ambition... But suddenly his expression turned to one of bemusement. "Alright then. I'll bite. Though, I only came here looking for one fighter. Therefore, you an Elias will have to fight it out with each other, to prove who is the more competent of the two. The first to submit, yardy ya-dah. The details will be worked out when we're home, but for now, I'm not finished, fox." His gaze returned to the harsh stare. "I never allow a slave to leave a job half finished." Dietrichson turned to yet another cabinet and pulled out an item. I couldn't see what it was, until it was locked around my maw. The item soon revealed itself to be a ring gag, the hollow metal ring forcing my jaws wide open no matter how hard I bit down against the cold harsh metal. I was forced to keep my maw open, or risk shattering my teeth. Teeth I would surely need for this 'upcoming fight'. "That's better." He said, before grabbing the leash and ruthlessly shoving his now fully erect 9-inch cock into my throat. Luckily, the ring wasn't anywhere near wide enough to fit that large knot passed the ring. But regardless, my eyes watered as my throat was helplessly molested, bulging every time that large cock pushed its way down my gullet, my gag reflexes trying desperately to push out the intruding cock which claimed my throat muscles as my own. For 5 excruciating minutes, my master used me just like a cocksleeve. And despite the tears rolling down my cheek, my own cock continued to strain and dribble leaving drops along the expensive limo carpet. I felt the cock in my maw twitch and pulse. In an instant, my master pulled it free from my maw, aimed it out my snout and painted my entire face and maw with his seed. White blotches of cum stood out in stark contrast with my fur, as his scent and seed matted and marked me as his, his maw opening to let out groans of pleasure, while my own pleasure was still locked in my pathetic, caged cock. I gasped for breath, coughing and spluttering a mix of pre and cum before falling back into my seat.

My master moved over to me, wiping his cock along my skirt, using it as a cloth and no doubt doing it as just yet another way to humiliate me before tucking it back into his pants. His head looked towards the window as he let out a soft sigh. "Ah, lovely. Looks we're nearly there. Have a gander at your new home, boys!" He said, and both of us knew that it was more of an order then a suggestion, those black paws clicking together as if he was summoning a pet dog. Our gazes turned to what looked like a white golden palace. It was hard to see, but it looked to be far more then your average rich mansion. It looked more like a small town if anything! Assortments of buildings, and even a few cars from what he could see, driving along while lorries carrying familiar-ish brands. There was even a small airstrip by the looks of it, which made sense as there seemed to be little to no life around for miles and miles. Questions immediately danced around my mind... Surely not everyone was a slave? How could one man be so wealthy as to build their own little utopia? I had a feeling, soon enough I would find out.