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Life of a Toy:

Becoming Plaything

Rebecca Slater

The Morrigan Empire was known for ferocity in battle. It rapidly conquered many of its surrounding nations, taking their choice of their population as captive and slave. Such was the fate of Emilen. The young fox, her white coat glistening from the anti-bacterial shower, was being herded down the narrow aisles of a processing facility. Up ahead, she could see more of her fellow citizens from the former nation of Elizan. One by one, they were marched through a metal tube. It would close around them, green scanning lines passing over every part of their body. Two guards sat behind a desk, a ferret in a lab coat would utter a single-word direction after each scan. Acting upon these orders, the helmeted, riot geared guards would press a series of buttons and the metal chamber would be picked up and ferried down one of several dark passage ways.

Eventually, it was Emilen's turn. Naked, exposed, and shivering from the cold shower and fear, the metal tube closed around her. She closed her eyes as the scanner did its job. She opened them again, her muzzled mouth dry with anxiety. The ferret checked the scans. Her eyes looked up at the fox. “Bed."

The crane was silent as it grabbed the tube. She felt the lurch of movement in her gut as the chamber was whisked along at blurring speed. Her eyes had just gotten used to the darkness of the tunnel, when they were jarred by a brilliant source of light. Spread in a circle, around a central machine, were several pods just like hers. The tubes opened, and restraints fastened around their captives. Several helmeted guards stood sentry, while more people in lab coats scurried around, talking in low voices. That was when she noticed the sharp, surgical instruments. A spray covered the body of the slave next to her, followed by a piercing needle. Finally, a series of cutting heads descended on the trapped body. The slave was a male, she watched as the blades expertly castrated the slave next to her, placing his testicles in a small bag, and moving them towards an incineration chamber. The slave's muzzled cries were distressing to say the least. A second series of cutting implements stuck into the arm of the male slave, implanting a strange device into his skin, and rigging it (from the looks of things) up to his blood supply.

The male slave's chamber moved aside, and hers docked. A wolf and tiger in a lab coat stood over her. “This one's been assigned a host already." The wolf said, looking over a chart.

“Anything special?" The tiger asked, standing by a console.

“Nope, standard chop and drop." The wolf flipped down her chart. “Full service capable. Just send out a dispatch note, let her know it'll be a couple weeks." The tiger punched something into the console, and the two moved on.

The fox let out a muffled scream, as a needle pierced her spine from behind. The spray head of the surgical device covered her from toe to tip with a sterile smelling chemical. A second needle pierced her lower abdomen, but she didn't even feel it. Her body felt like dead weight, insensate and paralyzed. The cutting implements came next. She was amazed at how quickly they moved, ripping her apart in a precise, cruelly crafted way. The clear bag passed over her head, in it were her womb and ovaries. The second set of cutting blades worked just as quick, adding the new device into her arm. The instruments retracted, and she was once again drawn along. She shuddered at the thought of the next slave coming in behind her.

The tube once again plunged into darkness. This time, it was broken by a more gentle light. A rat and another fox, dressed in white shifts, stood in front of her tube. “Easy, she's still going to be deadened." The rat said, as the tube lowered and laid the fox supine.

The back of the pod opened, and Emilen landed softly on a gurney. The restraints released, and the male fox rushed up to undo her muzzle. Gently, he held a cup up to her, a straw bent towards her lips. “Here, open your mouth." Emilen found it hard to move her lips and jaw at first, yet she eventually managed. “It's fresh water." He said, gently taking her numb hand.

Though some of it dribbled out of her mouth, she was able to get some of the crips, cool water into her mouth and down her parched throat. She coughed slightly, as some inevitably went down the wrong way. “Easy, easy," the rat said, gently patting her back. “You'll be numb for a few hours." The rat explained, a small smile on the rodent's face. “After that, they'll manage your pain and make sure you're fed."

Emilen attempted to speak, but her voice failed her. “You won't be able to talk for a couple hours either." The other fox said, his black head shaking. “In the meantime, it's probably better that you rest."

Her eyes, at the suggestion, did feel heavy. She looked at the rat and the fox, feeling suddenly suspicious. The rat seemed to intuit her gaze's meaning. “We're slaves," she said. She patted the white fox's hand. “We're slaves, just like you. We're here to take care of you." The vixen couldn't resist the call of sleep anymore, her body dropping into a deep sleep.

She awoke a few hours later. Her eyes searched the room, it was dimmer than before. Small, but not uncomfortable. She started to sit up, but pain lanced through her gut. “It hurts…" She moaned. She lay back down, gasping for air. “Someone help," her voice was barely a whisper.

The kindly face of the young rat appeared. “I'll let the doctors know you're awake." The hospital slave said. The rat nudged the male fox, Emilen could now see, awake.

He got up, stretched, and came to sit beside the vixen, taking her hand. His grip was gentle, and warm upon her hand. “What's your name?" He said, gently stroking her soft, brown hair. His icy, gray eyes looked into her soft green.

“Emilen." She said, gritting around the pain.

“I'm so sorry this happened to you, Emilen." He looked away, “at least you'll be a bed slave. It's a soft life, typically pampered and treated well." He swallowed, as he tried to keep her calm. “Most of the time…"

Scarlen, as he was called, had seen plenty of people's “broken toys". A bed slave whose owner was into something vile, and used the slave to experiment. Sure, they would be arrested, and the slave would be “repurposed" or freed, depending on how long they had been a slave. Either way, they were emotionally and physically broken. Often finding a way to terminate their own existence not long after release from their charge. How often, he wondered to himself, have I seen someone in the hospital and been cleaning them in the morgue within a week?

His thoughts were interrupted when the rat returned, a board-looking cat and a helmeted guard in tow. The cat, a doctor, checked her incisions, her pupils, her temperature, her vitals, and finally inserted a finger into her vaginal canal. He pulled a small device out of his pocket. “Slave Alimore-22514, begin report. Alimore-22514, in good physical condition. Vitals and pupil response normal. Vaginal depth and elasticity within expected tolerances, no sign of stenosis. Pain medication administered at oh-six-hundred, not to be readministered until fourteen-hundred. Guard present to administer branding after pain medication. End of report, Alimore-22514."

The doctor pulled a syringe and a vial out of his pocket. He filled the needle, and tapped his badge against the device (which she had learned was a hormone regulator) in Emilen's arm. A small port opened, and he injected the medication into it. A feeling of pins and needles, followed by a warming sensation filled the vixen. Her vision became haloed, and her head spun within moments.

“She's yours." The doctor said to the guard.

The guard advanced, pulling something out of his belt. The guard, not-so-gently, pinned her arm between his side and his non-dominant hand. He pressed the device into her skin. First, it clipped away her fur. Then, she felt the needles prickling into her arm. She was being tattooed, branded with her owner's name and her unique identification. When he finished, he let the fox go, her arm falling limply off the bed. The doctor opened the door, and indicated the guard should go first. “Keep her status monitored, and alert staff should her condition change. Change her dressings, per routine, and monitor for infection." The doctor said, with no particular energy, to the rat. “Acknowledge" the doctor said.

“Yes, master doctor." The rat said, giving a small bow, her gaze towards the floor. The doctor left, without another word. “I'm sorry," The rodent said. “I wish this whole world weren't as fucked as it is."

“The doctor said Alimore, right?" The male fox said, looking at the rat.

“Yeah, he did."

“You're as lucky as you can be, in this situation." Scarlen said, looking at the vixen. “Sivana Alimore is a noble woman, minister of trade and commerce." Emilen gazed, questioningly, at Scarlen. “She's known to be gentle towards her slaves, often purchasing us to make sure we get a secure home." His grin faded slightly, “You'll still have to-" he cleared his throat and looked away “perform your duties."

“She will be gentle though, and free you as soon as she's able." The rat said, her face mirroring Scarlen's.

Two weeks went by quickly. It was a seemingly never-ending rotation of uncaring doctors and nurses, treating her like cattle, poking and prodding her. They checked her, every few hours, from toe to eartip, paying special attention to the parts between her legs. The first few times, she attempted to pull away, or shut her legs. However, an implanted chip in her spine would leave her limp, and unable to move her arms and legs at the touch of a button. One day, the rat and the male fox looked quite sad. “You'll be shipped out today." Scarlen said, holding her hand one last time. “They're coming to get you right now."

It wasn't long before a guard entered the room. He ordered the two hospital slaves to stand against the wall, facing it. A doctor came in, issued one final, thorough examination, and radioed for transport. He pushed the immobilization button, making her limbs drop uselessly. Three guards roughly lifted her from the bed, and placed her in a rolling capsule. She was muzzled, and rolled through the hallways. Eventually, she was loaded into the back of a large van, stacked under another slave, with two more loaded into the van. A guard sat in a jumpseat at the front of the vehicle, a rifle held in her hands.

The ride was rough, and jarring. Emilen was the last delivery for the trip. It was hot, nauseating, and relatively dark in the back of the van. Finally, it lurched to a stop once more, the engine of the van cut, and the guard stood. The door opened, and two guards pulled her capsule out. The armed one trained her weapon on the slave, as her mobility was restored. A wolf, black of fur, stood in an elegant dress nearby. Behind her rose a palacious estate. It had dark iron gates, with two armed slaves standing guard. The main house was quite large, a curving stair, mirrored by a matching ramp led up a small hill and to the main door. Sivana Alimore herself was quite tall, probably close to six feet in height. Her eyes were a dark brown, gazing coldly at the guards, they belied a hidden warmth. She stood to her full height, back straight, ears stiff, tail fluffed and poised behind her. An elegant blue dress hugged her torso tightly before falling into soft waves down her front. She looked every bit the noble woman.

One of the guards knelt in front of her, her eyes barely shifted to acknowledge him. Emilen couldn't hear what he said, but she saw the noble woman nod slightly and begin to approach. The fox was ushered out of the capsule, and roughly forced into a bow. “Stop that at once." The wolf's voice was clear and sharp, cutting the air like a knife. “I will not have you handling my new property so roughly." Emilen was allowed to straighten, as she staggered slightly. The vixen's breath caught. Lady Alimore's eyes were smoldering, a quiet fury making the fox feel quite small suddenly. “Thank you for the delivery, you are dismissed." The wolf's voice was quiet now, which was somehow more frightening. The guards passed a controller to the noble woman, gave a low bow, and left. As soon as they were out of sight, Sivana moved towards the fox. “Let me take a look at you." Lady Sivana said.

The vixen, standing naked in the street, raised her gaze. She knew the routine at this point. She opened her mouth, moved her tail aside, and spread her legs slightly. Sivana moved around her, over her, every inch. The wolf's fingers touched fur, probed gently inside the vixen, and generally explored her. The touch was refreshingly gentle, and felt as though the wolf were simply going through the motions of something required. Eventually, the wolf nodded approvingly, and turned towards the estate. “Follow me." It was less a command, and more a suggestion.

Emilen swallowed as she closed her mouth, she struggled slightly to keep up with the wolf's long gait. They walked past the two slaves at the gate, who stood at attention. Once they were clear, the gates were shut tight and barred. The staircase led to a large veranda, where a double door was opened by yet another slave. The elderly beagle smiled at Sivana, as he bowed low, ushering her inside. His gaze changed, however, to one of judgment as Emilen passed. “Bertholt," Sivana said, not even making eye contact. “Take… I'm sorry, what was your name?" The wolf said, turning to face the fox.

“Emilen." The vixen's voice was barely audible, so much so that Sivana strained to hear it.

“Do speak up, you're safe here."

“Emilen, my name's Emilen."

“Right, Bertholt, take Emilen here and see that she gets a bath. Make sure she uses the scented soaps and oils, you know the ones. Finally, see that she has a clean shift and some cool water waiting for her once she's finished. Then, take her to my bed, and have her settle in. I'll see to her from there." Sivana, turned on her heel and headed away. Emilen started to say something but thought the better of it.

Bertholt simply said, “At once madam."

The beagle began ushering the vixen through the halls, up a staircase to the second floor. As he walked, he spoke gruffly. “This is Alimore manor, a very old and respected house. As property of the household, you are required to do what is required of you, while maintaining the dignity of the Alimore estate." He sniffed, his nose raised in the air. “I am head of slaves here, Madam Alimore's chief butler. You may call me Chief Butler, or Head Servant, am I understood?" Emilen nodded, silently. Bertholt stopped, rounding on her. His voice was sharp, and the volume raised slightly as he got into her face. “Is that understood?"

“Yes."

“Yes, what?"

“Yes… Chief Butler."

Bertholt smirked, as he continued walking. “If given an order by me, it comes directly from Lady Sivana, I am her right hand when it comes to issues regarding servants."

He continued for a short time after that, until they finally reached a door at the end of a hallway. “As a bed slave, you are permitted use of the in house facilities… Do not abuse this privilege, you may only do so at Lady Sivana's discretion."

Emilen wondered, as Bertholt led her into the bath and continued droning on about rules for those under him, why he was permitted to use her first name. It was quite clear, from everything he said, that she must use Lady Alimore's last name, and last name only.

She didn't have a chance to ask though, as she was passed towels, scented soap, and a small bottle of bath oils. The soap smelled slightly floral, the oil was a complimentary vanilla scent. “I will send for you soon, take a bath and get as clean as possible. You reek of the hospital and the processing facility." Bertholt turned and left, closing the door behind him.

Emilen turned, looking at the bathtub. It was, to her, the size of a small swimming pool. She emptied the vial of oil into the bottom of the basin, and turned the dials. Soon, the bathroom was filled with vanilla scented steam. As the tub filled, the vixen lowered herself in, shuddering slightly as she adapted to the heat of the water. She luxuriated in this, her first bath in weeks. She chanced a glance down. There was a thin scar underneath her navel, which was already fading. Morrigan's healing and surgical technology was years ahead of her own country. Her eyes began to fill with tears as she realized her country no longer existed. Her home land was gone. With a sigh, she turned to the task at hand. What had been a moment of luxury turned to a mechanical washing of herself. Paying special attention, as she had been told, to her vulva.

Bertholt, after an unknown amount of time, reappeared in the bathroom. He coughed subtly. She stood, wrapping herself in a towel as the bath began to drain. Bertholt escorted her to a neighboring door, which opened into a large bedroom. A massive bed, covered in plush blankets and pillows was spread out before her. A blue shift lay on the bed, the garment was warm as it slid over her head. Bertholt opened the covers, and motioned for Emilen to crawl inside. She did as she was bade, and lay in the bed, gazing at her feet. She was shivering slightly, not from the chill of the water, but from uncertainty. Bertholt silently took his leave.

The sun had begun to set, when she heard footsteps outside the door. Lady Alimore opened the door, and stepped into the room. She was wearing a more comfortable outfit than before. A pink t-shirt, covered in black hearts, and a pair of black pajama pants with a pink stripe on either side of her legs. Her hair was pulled back into a casual ponytail, a small smile on her face. Emilen, for no reason she could explain, suddenly felt herself relax. Sivana moved towards the bed, sitting down next to the newly acquired slave. She put her hand on the vixen's leg. The wolf felt her flinch and relax. “How are you faring?" Sivana's voice was soft, an undercurrent of warmth beneath her words.

“I'm fine, my lady." Emilen said, lowering her eyes.

“None of that now." Sivana said, rolling her eyes, “Please don't call me my lady, you may call me Sivana… at least in private." She lifted the vixen's chin, guiding Emilen's eyes to her own. “There now, that's better." The light hearted noble gave a small smile. Emilen returned the expression. “What's your name?"

“22514, is my designation."

“That's not what I asked."

“E-Emilen."

“Nice to meet you, sorry it's not under better circumstances." The wolf crawled over the bed, sliding into the covers herself. Emilen suddenly felt quite small, her face flushing. “I assume Bertholt told you the rules of the house?"

“Chief Butler instructed me of the house rules, yes."

“Pfft." Sivana blew a small raspberry out, “he has a big head on him." Emilen giggled involuntarily, then panicked. Sivana gave a small chuckle. “It's ok, you're safe to express yourself, so long as we're in private. Perks of being a bed slave." Emilen looked at the wolf, as she felt herself gently pulled closer, the wolf sniffed the side of the vixen's neck. Emilen's fur stood on end, as her face flushed even deeper. “I do love that oil and soap combination." Sivana said, her breath hot on Emilen's neck. “There are a few things Bertholt didn't go over."

“What might that be?"

“First, and foremost… You are my slave. Though I will treat you fairly, I do expect to get my money's worth from you. As such, you will fulfill my desires, most of the time. Secondly, your hormone regulator simulates your monthly cycle, and will cause smooth muscle cramping. It'll be painful, and during that time I'll leave you, as much as I can, to your own devices. Third, you are to be in chastity, unless I require use of your body. Fourth, and final, in public our relationship is master and servant. You must understand, my estate is old, and respected. No matter what, I have to maintain the image of a strong, noble woman."

“I understand." Emilen said, turning her gaze away.

“You will be eligible for freedom in ten years time, at that point we will discuss your continued position within my house, or your departure at my expense. Until then, you are to stay on my estate, unless specifically authorized by myself or Bertholt to leave the premises." The wolf placed a hand on the vixen's shoulder, and leaned into her neck. “All the official business out of the way…" Her hand snaked gently over the vixen's breast. “I wish to sample my purchase."

Emilen shook slightly, as the wolf traced circles around her nipple, which poked out beneath the shift. Sivana bit her neck softly, in a way that communicated “you're mine" without words. The bite then turned to a series of kisses. Eventually, those kisses worked their way to Emilen's mouth, the inexperienced fox tried her best to match her new owner's energy, but she was clumsy. Sivana giggled slightly, knowing she'd have to break her new toy in. Her hand snaked down beneath the vixen's shift. Emilen's velvet pussy was soaking wet. The vixen let out a soft gasp, as the wolf inserted a finger inside of her, rubbing her clit with a thumb.

Sivana took the finger out, and sucked it. Her eyes rolled back in her head slightly as she savored the flavor. “You have to try this…" Sivanas said. She used a different finger, slowly sliding it into and rotating it within the wolf. She pulled it out, and held it before Emilen's muzzle, the wolf sniffed the digit, smelling her own arousal. She tentatively leaned forward and let the finger slide into her mouth. It was, as it turned out, quite good.

The wolf gently pushed the vixen back, sliding her shift up as she did so. She started at her navel, kissing down, down past the scar, and pausing just before her goal. Sivana could feel the vixen breathing heavily as she did so. Without warning, she dove her face forward. Her tongue slipped into the vagina, as her muzzle buried as deep as it could into the external folds. Emilen arched her back, moaning softly. The tongue explored every inch of her before pulling out. “Good girl." Sivana said, admiring how quickly her new slave was adapting. She dove in once again, alternating between licking the vixen's pussy, and gently tracing her well-cleaned asshole. The vixen was squirming, as fingers slipped into both orifices, and began pumping. A thumb rubbed her clit, roughly. Emilen gave a loud cry, and her mistress a surprised gasp as the vixen squirted right into Sivana's mouth. Emilen shook. Her body was as tingly as when she was given the pain medication at the hospital, a similar feeling of warmth spreading through her.

“Good girl," Sivana said again. “But now it's my turn."

The wolf took off her pajama pants, she was commando. A thin, sticky line connected her pussy to her pants. The wolf leaned against the head of the bed, placing her pussy centimeters from the vixen's face. Emilen hesitated, but the must was intoxicating. Eventually, she found herself grabbing the wolf's hips and pulling her face upwards. Her tongue was hesitant at first, but soon she found she liked what she was experiencing. She lapped and swirled her tongue around, testing every millimeter of Sivana's pussy. “The best is yet to come…" The wolf said, pulling herself away, the wolf attempting to trail after the retreating pussy.

Sivana reached into a bedside drawer. She withdrew a metallic, phallus-shaped object. It was suspended in a black belt-like harness, with a circuit pad within the crotch region. The wolf put the strap on, and pushed a button. There was a small series of beeps, and then the device was ready. Sivana reached down, giving it a testing stroke. It felt as though her clit were being directly stimulated. With a smile, she plunged into the vixen. Emilen gave a soft gasp, although some part of her wanted to admit she enjoyed the sensation. The wolf soon set up a steady pace of thrusting, giving small pants and moans as she did so. She fucked the vixen hard, feeling each thrust, the warmth, and the tightness of the vixen's pussy in her clit. She thrust for a good while, before she felt it. Her vaginal muscles tensed, her clit pulsed gently, wetness poured out around the strap. She came intensely, thrusting a few more times into the vixen. She panted, as she collapsed next to Emilen. “You were a good purchase." Sivana said, breathlessly.

They lay in the dark for a minute, just breathing. Finally, Silvana stood up, pulling her pajama pants back on. She opened the drawer, deposited the strap back in. She opened the door, and called out into the hallway. A few minutes later, Bertholt appeared, holding a similar harness to that which Sivana wore. She took it from the beagle and bade him goodnight. “Stand up." Sivana said, a small edge of command to her voice. Emilen obeyed, surprised at this sudden change of tone. “As I said, one of the rules is that you must remain in chastity until I require use of you. Step in here." The wolf secured the belt. It was made of scaled leather, difficult to cut. A metal plate covered her pussy, with a mesh slot for her to urinate out of. “You'll be allowed to bathe, twice a day, under the supervision of Penelope, my head maid. Once you're clean, you'll be back in chastity. Touch yourself in a way Penelope deems inappropriate, and you will be punished. Understood?"

“Yes, Sivana." Emilen said.

The warmth returned to Sivana, as she patted the bed. Come on, time for sleep. The wolf said, ushering the vixen back. The moon rose high, Sivana breathing softly, her arms limp around the vixen as she slept. Emilen, however, could not settle. She realized, with horror, this would be her life for the next ten years. A toy, someone's plaything. Despite Sivana's kindness, she still intended to use her for what she was purchased for… Emilen wept quietly, trying not to wake Sivana as she did so. Eventually, she too fell asleep, dreaming of her former home, a pang of grief in her soul.