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Five: Her Master

The rest of that night the pair had slept unmolested, hooking around each other in a loving embrace. It was an unusual situation for them both as Layla was not used to such affection and such a sensation of safety. For Slagar it was much more intimate then he had expected from snuggling up to someone. With naked bodies and the smell of their pleasure filling his nostrils, he was warm and comfortable in a manner that he could not really explain. He felt both dirty from the activity and too happy to give a damn about it. All he cared about was staying this comfortable.

When morning came however, Slagar got a startling wake up when he opened his one working eye to the image of Layla, completely naked, washing her body delicately with a sponge. His eyes watched the steady motion of her paws as the liquid dribbled down her body and seemed to lick at her body as eagerly as he had. His loins tightened as he watched her nipples spring to alert at the sensation of the cold water rolling around her breasts as she lifted them to clean. Then finally he watched her nervous actions to clean the area below. It must have been a little painful and sore, for Layla flinched and growled at herself constantly as she was forced by unusual movements to stop. As Slagar watched he began to hear some of her mutterings and was suddenly a little frustrated.

"Shouldn't have been touched! Should have fought until dead! Stupid Layla... why didn't you want to die?" Layla's growls and the sudden jolting of her body as she tried to wash encouraged Slagar to think that she was trying to rationalise her pain. Slagar was irritated however that she was not praising his delicate manner or how he had given her such pleasure; instead she just seemed angry with herself about it. He could tell too that she was probably angry at him too about it and this was not welcome.

In his tormented mind the situation and her attitude became twisted. Slagar seemed to forget her earlier rape by one of his comrades and merely assumed she was upset because she had not wanted to touch him. She did not want to touch him because of his deformity... yet she'd let someone else take her virginity? In his mind everything mashed and mangled to make Slagar so angry that his cruel and sadistic desires flickered about within. He sat up, yawned and then jerked the bucket of water and the sponge away from Layla. The vixen swiftly grasped her clothing to cover her whilst he scrubbed at himself without thought of her embarrassment.

"You're the slave... you should be the one cleaning me before cleaning yourself! You never thanked me for not ripping you a new hole last night!" Slagar snapped angrily and his shift in attitude made Layla's ears drop down in shock and upset. She almost wanted to apologise to him and to thank him, but she'd been the one to allow him to touch her! If he had done it against her will then she would have bitten him to pieces! She was not afraid of Slagar... her missing attitude resurfaced and she grasped the bucket before pouring it straight over him.

No sooner had Layla done so and sworn at him then Slagar's paw clipped her in the face. Even though her face was turned, Layla did not wince and turned back to face him and snarl angrily; she was not his slave! But Slagar only hit her again, this time kicking her shoulder so that she did fall over and then standing up to put his paw on her back. Layla felt his foot on her back and knew he was trying to control her; she would not allow further humiliation and swiftly rolled around to bite his paw. As her teeth connected with his foot, Slagar yelped before grabbing her scruff and yanking her to stand straight.

"Stupid thing! You should be grateful!" He snarled before letting her drop so swiftly that she collapsed forward again. This time Slagar bent down, grabbed one of his scarves for his head and swiftly bound it around her muzzle. Layla's eyes widened with the familiar terror as Slagar growled down her ear and threatened her. "Like this you're easy to control... don't think I'm afraid to do what your attacker did. You're mine... you belong to me and will learn to beg and behave properly... or I'll sell the use of your fucking holes to anyone asking!"

"Good to see you're giving her proper discipline. It was so quiet last night I was worried she'd killed you already!" Black Eye had managed to open the door in time to witness the gagging and the threat, which had encouraged him to grin viciously. He stepped over to the pair, ignoring Slagar's nakedness but noticing the water spilt on the floor and the knocked over bucket before chuckling. He gave a swift whistle and his wife stepped up into the room with some food for them both to enjoy. Slagar quickly blushed and pulled Layla up, using her body to cover his naked body. "We bought you breakfast. I thought you'd like to keep her chained up in here until she's fully healed. You can also practice dominating her whilst not getting disturbed by anyone. I'll give you the key so you alone can come in and out. That sound good?"

"Perfect... thank you Black Eye. You've been incredibly helpful." Slagar groaned as the ferret's wife left the room and the door was closed. Slagar automatically released Layla and undid the scarf whilst grasping for some slacks to put on. Black Eye picked up the bucket and began to check on all the things that would be necessary for him to keep Slagar's little vixen up in the room for a long period of time. Layla just slipped over to a corner and sat there, scowling, as the two animals continued conversation and she was thankfully ignored. "But why are you being so helpful?"

"It's my fault you've got her. My stupid drunken bet... I promise to keep her safe until you don't want her, alright?" Black Eye mumbled, trying not to make his words so loud that Layla or Slagar would have the chance to scream at him for his stupidity. It had been true, Black Eye had been drunk with several of the other slavers when Layla had attempted an escape and been introduced to the bucket of water by Snowspit. He'd pitied her and when that damn stoat had tried to find out more about what Slagar was up to, Black Eye had been given a little too much to try and loosen his tongue and instead won the vixen in a card game for the soul purpose of giving Slagar some fun. He had been afraid of Snowspit's eagerness to have the bet and hand her over, if only because he knew that the stoat was conniving and probably had some scheme at hand. "Just don't trust the vixen too much... Snowspit was a little too eager to give her away to me."

"Alright. Now... if you don't mind I'm going to have some breakfast and talk to my slave, I don't want anyone coming anywhere near us for the rest of the day, understand?" Slagar growled viciously at the old animal before turning toward the food offered to him and getting stuck in. Black Eye stared at him in disbelief for a moment but then could not stop himself from grinning in delight at the idea of the fox spending all day dealing with that vicious creature.

"Just scream for a medic when you need one..." The old polecat chuckled and Slagar found himself wincing in disgust at the idea that he would do so much damage. But that also made him sick, what should he care about it when the vixen was supposed to be his and his alone! Black Eye departed with a gentle snort and closed the door firmly behind him. The moment he did so, Slagar was up on his feet and quietly had padded to the door and locked it. He suddenly realised his own stupidity for never checking it was locked throughout the whole night - anyone could have stepped in to see him embracing that female!

Layla remained in her corner, bruised from his nasty attitude and humiliated from the muzzling and being seen naked by other animals. She lifted a paw to her muzzle, rubbing it and cursing the polecat under her breath. Slagar snarled at her for the attitude and she shifted about to show him only her back; he would have lunged at her and beaten her then, but he knew that was not necessary. Slagar knew very well that Layla was going to have no choice now but to let him have his way with her; no one was going to help her if he was vicious or not! Gently he passed the food to the vixen before he lay down of the rags and blanket before staring up at the roof of the room.

He started to wonder how he was going to deal with the situation, how he was going to get Layla to do what he wanted. In fact, he was not even sure if he had it in himself to rape her as Snowspit had so easily done. With a soft snort he waited for Layla to stop eating, find some clothes to pull on herself and then she looked at him nervously. Her nose twitched, her eyes widened and for a moment she could not help but give a soft whimper. Slagar was unsure of her reason for doing so until she shuffled on her knees across the floor, her ears low and submissive, before gently curling herself up against him, ushering him to be calm. It was obvious Slagar had upset her with his attitude and he was glad to see that she was beginning to show some kind of submission.

Gently he stretched out his paws and began to stroke at her shoulders fondly. She relaxed at his touch, somehow aware that whatever he was going to do now would be the punishment for not recognising his kindness. Layla was aware that none of the others would be so patient with her or so tolerant, and Slagar had not attempted to drown her as his stoat companion had done so. Recalling her decision to try and obey so that she was seen as valuable and not slaughtered by this scarred animal and so nervously she breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed into his grasp. She would not fight him now... but in truth she did not want to give him the satisfaction of her pleasure.

Slagar stroked her shoulders slowly and this time he decided to try and stroke her a little more intimately. His paws stretched down her back, stroking the middle of it and down along the curve to her backside, feeling her body jolt and tense beneath his paws. As she did so, he knew it was because she was enjoying his affection as well as frustrated by it... maybe even upset by it because of how he was showing his affection. But it did not bother him, he pressed his hand down under her tail and grinned as he felt her legs clench and her little tail hole tighten just beside his finger. He could have just rammed his hand in there to teach her a lesson and really hurt her, but he was not that interested in her tail, instead spinning his claw around the edge of it to make her tense. He then dropped his hand deep between the cheeks and down to the slits of her feminine region.

Layla stiffened, her body clamping automatically and grasping his hand between her legs. She realised her mistake in doing so as Slagar produced a cruel chuckle and strained a middle finger forward, stroking it along the lips of her vulva as she gave a whimper. Slagar used his free hand to stroke along her nose and her forehead, soothing her though she kept her eyes closed and refused to make any more reactions if she could help it. Slagar was just amused and gently he stroked up and down along her lips, feeling them warm and soften about him until a thin dribble of moisture slipped over the tip of his finger. As he stretched his finger over this time, the lips automatically seemed to part and her legs relaxed about him.

"You're more sensitive down there then I thought. Maybe that damage did some good." He chuckled, just imagining how cold and dry Layla had probably been for Snowspit for him to have needed to damage her so much. Slagar grinned over it all, obviously he had some attraction to him to make her so damp so easily and his confidence seemed to leak down to his cock and help it harden. Slagar did not want to get this over with quickly, but he knew that he was still going to need to be cautious and using his cock on her might just cause more damage. Instead, Slagar would just play with her with his fingers; get her to beg for him to be inside her... which would be all the more fun!

He gently stretched the vulva with his fingers, feeling the wave of heat and the damp practically breathe over him. He felt the softness of her flesh within and gently pushed a finger in, sliding it along one edge to feel her quiver about him. The sensation caused her to suck air and hold her teeth clenched as he then gently pressed his finger over her already throbbing clitoris. Moisture increased and he could feel a thicker substance forming around the edge of the great opening. With another soft chuckle to himself, he gently pushed the clitoris between two of his fingers in a neat little pinch and pressed his thumb into the hole. Layla jolted and started to rock about on him, but her hooked his arm about her waist, tilting her front into his lap and forcing her to stay on her knees. He pressed his thumb into the tight hole and began to push it in and out, soaking it in her juices as his pinching fingers tugged and pulled her clitoris. Layla gave a few whimpers at first but the more he continued to push and rub, his own cock swelling at the delicious smell that was soaking his hand, the more her gash widened and her clitoris extended. As he continued to work at her with his hands he began to realise just how wet and wide she was becoming and gently added a finger in the hole with his thumb, shuffling his hand so that the sharp nail of a finger snipped the tip of the clit, causing her hips to jolt.

Eventually she was becoming so wet and so wide under his fingers that Slagar could easily slip his four fingers in and press down on her clitoris with his thumb. As he did so he watched her hips rocks as she practically forced her body to rub against him. Her face lay pressed on the floor between his legs, her cheeks flushed, her expression drunk as she felt his power upon her body. She started to give gentle moans and whimpers of pleasure at his work and as he continued on Slagar began to chuckle as he was able to stick his whole hand in and out of the hole - but that was only a shallow dip!

Slowly he insert his fingers as tightly pushed together as he could, feeling her tight hot walls clamp around his soft paw as her legs clamped his arm in place and her head shot up. A thin line of drool was falling from her mouth as she ground her teeth, her eyes bulging and wide, her ears erect as the slick sensation of the deep delve pushed against her insides. The withdraw was slow, making her body twitch and her mouth wobble as Slagar dipped his hand in again, this time going deeper, forcing himself into the tightness that at first stopped and then sucked him down to join her. Only a few more attempts kept her tight and then Slagar sat his hand within her, stretched out the finger so she whined loudly with the force of the stretch, before closing them into a fist. He continued to do so for a while as Layla's juices spat down his half-swallowed arm and she wagged her tail with the joy.

"Please... stop..." Layla whined, looking so ridiculous that Slagar would not have recognised her for the punk she had been before. He continued, ignoring her as her whines became loud moans and she seemed to wriggle within his grasp. Her orgasm must have been close to get such a reaction and Slagar was bemused to see just how little effort he needed to make her so love-drunk. No sooner had she spoken then he began to clench, pull back his hand then thrust it inward again, moving faster and faster so that she was practically bobbing her head, tongue lolling with the force and the pleasure she was feeling. Caution was thrown to the wind; Slagar was just curious how much pleasure she could endure in a day before becoming completely submissive to him.

"Say master... call me master... beg your master to show pity and maybe I'll just stop." Slagar hissed and yet Layla could not allow her pride to be so wounded again. She clenched onto his leg with her arms, begging him to stop but not calling him master, feeling the delicious sensation within her body but too delighted to want him to give up. She would endure it... she would endure it!