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Selene sat silently in the back of the car. Her soft buttock rested against the smooth leather seat. Selene had a history of many masters, but few had traveled with such class, or at least allowed their slaves to travel as they did. Still, it wasn't all comfort. She was still naked apart from the itchy wraparounds she had received from the pen and her leash that was secured around her neck. It seemed strange, because no one was holding the other end. At this moment, Selene felt freer than ever before.

She began to play with the other end, taking in the sensation of not being tugged on like a common dog whenever the master beckoned. That is, until Dante, who had been sitting next to her in the back seat, noticed her playful antics. He smiled at her, noticed the leash and said, "Ah, pardon my forgetfulness, hon."

He reached out for her neck. Selene winced in anticipation of her brief sense of freedom being snatched away. But quite the opposite occurred. When she felt the leash loosen and her neck relax, she could only stare at Dante in amazement. He rolled down his window and flung the leash out the open portal into the misty, brisk night. "He won't need that anymore," Dante said with a smile and a wink.

Selene looked more worried than relieved, however. "But, master, if I am not leashed, you could be arrested! There are laws against such things! Don't get yourself in trouble for my sake!"

Dante's smile faded. He raised a single finger and began to speak, "There are two things wrong with what you just said: One, my name is not 'master'. Two, I cannot possible be arrested for failure to maintain a slave because I have no slaves."

Selene's face became scrunched in puzzlement. "But, I'm a s..."

Dante cut her off very quickly by pressing that powerful finger to her lips. "No, you are not a slave, not anymore." And with that, Dante reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a slip of paper. It was Selene's contract, the one that bound her to him. Out of his other pocket, he pulled out a cigarette lighter. With a flick, a flame appeared. He let the flame dance about the corner of the contract. The paper caught fire and began to crinkle with the intense heat. The document, the sole thing that marked Selene as property and not a woman, was turning black with a kiss of flame. Dante let the paper burn a little longer before letting it smolder in the ashtray in front of him. "Like I said, 'I have no slaves.'"

The wolfess could only shiver. The man who had paid money for her had just destroyed all proof that she belong to him. Without such proof, she was, by law, set free from slavery. She managed to form her confusion into words, "I don't understand. You just destroyed my contract. That means you no longer have rights to me as a slave."

"That's correct. You are not my slave, so why should I carry around a silly piece of paper that says you are one?"

"Because you paid for me, therefore, I belong to you."

"That's where you are wrong, sweetheart. I did not buy you. What I bought was your freedom. Understand?"

"So, I am free?"

"Yes, you are."

Selene could not believe her ears. This man had just set her free. No longer would she be forced to do the cruel and disgusting things her masters commanded. She almost felt like embracing the man, but she was far too shocked.

Dante broke the pregnant silence, "Yes, I have no services for you to perform. I wasn't going to let you rot in that house of ill repute. You didn't belong there. So now we're going to get your life back on track. Just because you are no longer a slave doesn't mean that the world is your playground. First of all, we need to get you some clothes, give you a place to sleep and for heaven's sake a decent meal. It looks like you haven't eaten in days!"

Came the wolfess' modest reply, "It's only been a week, sir."

"Jesus, Joseph and Mary, you are driving my nuts with that 'sir' crap, girl."

"I am sorry; I am not used to speaking to men with a tone of equality. If I might ask, where are we going at this hour?"

"Why, to the galleria, of course. We can't have you walking around in those rags, dear! This reminds me. Raksha!"

Raksha, who had been driving the car, answered Dante's call. "Yeah, boss?"

"Selene is going to need some civilian clothes if she's going to be shopping at the galleria. Would you let her borrow the extra outfit you carry?"

"Uhh, sure, Boss. Just tell her not to stretch it; I just had the buttons rethreaded."

"Alright, then, it's settled. You'll be wearing Raksha's outfit into the mall. She'll help you pick out an outfit. Just don't listen to her too much, dear. Just between you and me, the old gal has terrible taste. She dresses like a tomboy, if you ask me."

A shout from the irritated vixen, "I heard that, Dante!"

Upon arriving at the galleria, the shopping center in Maxim City, Dante exited the vehicle, opened the trunk and then circled around to Selene's door. He stood there holding a woman's outfit. It was a blue, sleeveless, evening dress. He also held a pair of black high heels. He handed them to the wolfess and instructed, "Stay in the car and change. Once you're ready, we'll go inside, okay?"

The wolfess nodded. She closed the door and began to remove the burlap sacks tied around her. Although they were thin and itchy, it was cold. Her nipples began to stiffen with the cold. She put on the outfit and shoes quickly, as to not keep Dante waiting. When she opened the door, she put a foot out and placed it on the concrete.

When she tried to stand, however, she tripped and struggled to straighten herself. Damn high heels. Never had she worn such fine shoes before. The only pair of footwear she had ever had were the moth-eaten slippers she had inherited from one of her former master's daughter. Still, she felt very grateful for the chance to wear such clothing, despite the uneasiness that came along with it.

Dante smiled at her. She looked even more beautiful than when he had seen her face for the first time. "Ready?" He asked the she-wolf.

Selene nodded her head again, that lovely black hair shaking gracefully as she did so.

The trio entered the galleria. The many stores and customers without number astonished Selene as if she was looking over a vast and wide canyon with no end in sight. Dante, wishing not to waste time, handed Raksha a bag of coins and instructed, "Take Selene to get a few sets of clothes. She needs a pair of shoes, normal daywear and a nice formal outfit, too."

"Boss, you realize she's going to need a brassiere and undergarments, right?" The vixen teased. She loved to make light of Dante's limited knowledge of the female apparel.

"Yes, I realize that. But that's a given. You're a big girl; you know how this stuff works. You know I'm a terrible shopper, much less for women. Now take Selene and get her some decent clothes, will you?"

"Where are you going? Shouldn't you be spending some time with this girl?"

"I have a few errands to run while I'm here. I won't be long. I'll meet you here, by the entrance when I've finished." And with that, Dante walked away, disappearing in the throng of customers.

Raksha turned around to find Selene gazing through a window of one of the shops. She was gazing into what was actually a store that sold adult paraphernalia. Being a sex slave, her curiosity was not unexpected. She gazed in at the pleasure devices, the novels with the naughty covers and the erotic garments. She was almost wet with excitement. Despite her mistreatment, she enjoyed the act of love-making. The idea that such a store existed made the idea of sex even more ecstatic.

Raksha, being the impatient vixen she was, tapped the wolfess on the shoulder. "Come on, I'm gonna take you to get some outfits."

Selene looked around nervously for the kindly black wolf. "Where is Mister Dante?"

"He had some business to attend to, he'll be back soon. Now come on, if we wait much longer all the best deal will have been taken."

And with that, the two wandered around the center, stopping here and there to buy a blouse or skirt. Selene seemed to be enjoying herself. She was now receiving property of her own. She had never owned nice clothes. She usually went naked the clothes she did own were usually very revealing, for she was a pleasure slave. As the pile of conservative, nice clothes grew and the number of bags increased, it seemed that the list was narrowing down. Raksha began to discuss the final item. "Okay, the last thing we need to get you is a decent set of lingerie. A woman's has to have comfort and support, you know. But this is a more...personal thing. Here are a few coins. I want you to pick out a nice set in your size. Take your time and try them on before buying them. Make sure they feel good, because trust me, you'll feel so much better when you have them on. Now, go on, go treat yourself."

Selene stepped into the store, but very shyly. She didn't understand why she felt so uneasy. Sex appeal was second nature to her. But the idea of selecting a naughty outfit for her to wear was very...stimulating. The racks were lined with lace and silk garments. She picked a few that looked comfortable and then hurried over to the dressing room to try them on.

As she prepared to try on the sexy supporters, she stripped out of the borrowed outfit. Selene looked at herself in the mirror as the naked image reflected her. This book does her beauty no justice. Although for years she was badly treated at the hands of cruel masters, her body was something she could be proud of. Her fur was solid white, with the exception of the black streaks that ran down her thighs and circled her biceps. Her tail was white and very bushy, a trait she inherited from her vixen mother. Her breasts were plump and perky, but not overly large. Each was dotted with a pink, tender nipple. Her legs were sleek and long. Her eyes were blue and her lips were like ribbons of scarlet.

This beauty was the only thing she had, yet it was better than being a labor slave or a breeding slave. Her most recent master had been the owner of a gentleman's club. Because of her appearance, Selene made him a lot of money. All the men wanted a lap dance from her. It was important that she enjoyed her servitude a little. Plus, a sloppy job meant a whipping or having food rations taken away. She was glad that she could look back on that and laugh. The men had gotten tired of her anyway. Once the new slaves, the ones who had been bred for the job, were brought in, Selene became old news. She stopped receiving tips and eventually none of the men wanted a dance from her at all.

An unwanted slave is just extra baggage, so her master sold her. Fortunately, Dante had found her. And now her she was, buying a nice outfit for herself. She tried on a satin red bra and found that it fit her well. It gave her breasts a floating sensation. Next, she tried on the matching panties. She cooed as the fabric embraced her loins and thighs in a delicate kiss. Next, she tried on some lace stockings that clipped onto the panties. Loving the sexy, silky feel of the garments, she decided that she would buy these.

After redressing, Selene bought the sexy little set and began to walk out of the store. She blushed when she exited, feeling even the naughtier. She had to admit, she had not bought to lingerie for its feel. There had been another reason: Dante. Although she knew he would refuse to accept her services as a slave, she felt strangely attracted to the black wolf. It seemed too good to be true. She had been rescued from a life of servitude by a handsome, wealthy, young wolf that treated her like an equal.

Selene remembered putting on that little show for him at the slave market. She was embarrassed to have to be revealing her beautiful body to any who wanted a peak at her sex, but seeing the look on Dante's face made her hormones excited. Never had she seen such a handsome man.

Selene did not intend to be a slave any longer. However, she had a plan. She would find a way to get to Dante's heart. "Perhaps even into his pants," she thought with a naughty smile.