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Seven: Master...

She sat in silence within the room with her body twitching and tears slipping from her eyes as she realised what was going to happen. She felt her body yearning to be touched again despite her best hopes to forget the pleasure and her mind to take over again, but her mind was breaking. As she managed to sit herself up properly with her tears still flowing, Layla lifted her dark paws to her face and tried to wipe her eyes. He had left her no water when she really wanted it to clean herself or to soothe her dried throat but that was not what was bothering her most. Worst of all this was the fact that she wanted Slagar back and she could not understand it!

Was she sick? Was she that desperate? Was she just still too horny and a proper sexual encounter with resolve it? No... she understood that Slagar was the only being in this whole strange place that was going to keep her safe and alive. He was not doing things to hurt her on purpose, in fact everything he had done simply excited her all the more and she was growing to enjoy it when he was a little rough. Unlike the stoat he had not tried to kill her yet and he had not even beaten her like she had expected him to! All Slagar did was give her sexual attention because he was being told to and before this rough session he had been quite tender and had been kind to her....

Keeping Slagar happy would keep her alive and safe until the point where she could see a chance to escape... so why not suck up her pride and call him master?

Layla rolled onto her side and fell asleep for a little while until her thirst became more apparent. She needed a good drink, she needed the security that with Slagar around no one would touch her... she needed him! With a soft moan Layla practiced saying the words over and over again, calling him master and saying his name. She was getting sore down there from where he had reopened her wound but the pain was being drowned out as she repeated the word over and over again - Master! With a gentle sigh of disbelief she realised that her dignity was definitely done and with a shake of her head she prepared herself for saying something she didn't want to say and then suddenly the door unlocked and opened.

"Master?" Layla whimpered fearfully, only to see that it was not Slagar coming into the room but her old enemy Snowspit!

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Slagar had been wandering around the camp for the best part of an hour with his mind reeling and his body painful. Every part of him throbbed at the thought of going back to Layla and he could only imagine how willing she will be to do as he asked when he returned. But though the sexual fantasies glossed over reality, the fox's nose twitched in frustration as he walked past a familiar tent and found himself freezing. Although he had not thought of going back to his own tent for a while Slagar could not help but stick his head inside to see how much of his stuff still remained. He was not sure what he wanted to do with this stuff because all he wanted was to stay in that polecat's household and keep Layla protected away from the others.

But it was as he looked at the tent that he noticed the larger tent nearby, Snowspit's. He was angered at the thought of that being having cuckolded him with her but he wondered what was in that tent. He strolled toward the tent hoping to speak to the fool and insult him about how he could control the bitch without bringing her close to death. However he was startled when he strode into the tent and found a selection of eight different females of varying species cowering in fear at his approach, chained and shaking. These were the girls that Snowspit prized the most and three of them were far too young to be dealt with sexually as it was obvious they had been.

Slagar snarled in frustration but then he realised with great concern that Snowspit was not present. He looked at the females and to his surprise a strange looking sandy-coloured stoat-like female stretched out a paw toward him and then pointed a finger. Slagar rubbed his head in confusion before turning his head in the direction of her finger and spotting the form of the stoat sneaking off back towards Slagar's new abode!

He was after Layla!

With a snarl and speed Slagar galloped after Snowspit but he was too late to get in and Snowspit was already inside. He heard Layla scream and bolted straight up the stairs and into the room. Before Snowspit could have touched Layla, the scarred fox had leapt upon him and punched him hard in the head. The being rolled beneath him, snapping at his body and punching forward as Slagar drove his fists into the face of the stoat in rage. The pair of them scuffled about on the floor for a brief while, twisting each other around and swearing as they tried to kill each other. But then Layla got involved and she galloped over to grasp Snowspit's ears, trying to pull him away from Slagar. But the stoat turned on her, scratching at her with his claws and this Slagar used to his advantage.

He stretched forward with his hands and grasped the being's long neck hard. Slowly he began to squeeze the life out of the creature and Layla barked at him to choke the figure harder, to kill him. Each time she called him master, she was telling her master to kill him and though it seemed a little strange, Slagar was happy. When he felt the little part inside the stoat's neck snap and the gurgling sounds started to come thick and fast as his tongue lolled, Slagar increased his strength around the throat to make sure he had killed his enemy properly. When the stoat went limp he continued to strangle him, watching his gums turn blue and his eye start to fade within the fox's grasp. Slagar even shook him roughly in his grip, watching the neck loll about as if it had been detached but Slagar was still not satisfied.

He barked at Layla to find him some rope and though she was confused at first she shuffled about the room to find what he wanted. When she brought over his bolas instead, he gave a chuckle of amusement before twisting it about the creature's neck and leaving it about him. He carried the corpse out to the stairs and wrapped the slack of the bolas around the wooden edge of the stairs and tossed the corpse over. The body seemed to judder on a spasm but there was no gurgle or reaction from the head and finally Slagar was convinced his enemy was dead... and now he owned what the stoat had owned.

"What the hell's going on fox?" The polecat owner bolted out of his room to see what was going on and stared in surprise at the sight of the hanging stoat. He rubbed the back of his head in anxiety and also a little shock that this mangled fox had finally dealt with the biggest problem at the slavers' camp. He looked up toward the fox with a slightly evil grin and even produced a chuckle. "I'll bring his belongings and your own to the downstairs spare room then... looks like you've got some valuable females on your hands. I hope once you've dealt with that vixen you'll deal with them... after-all they'll be much more relaxed."

"Good... now I'm going to request to be left alone..." Slagar growled and to his anger he had realised that Snowspit had gotten in! That damn stoat had used this room before and had probably smuggled a copy of the key so that he could get in if something valuable was being held against him. But now that the Slagar had won the situation he kicked the body before stomping back into the room and slamming the door shut before locking it again. Once he turned around to look at Layla she lunged forward, hooking her arms about him and pressing her lips to his, thanking him!

"Master!" She beamed and Slagar found himself grasping her at the scruff of the neck, making her wince before he slammed his mouth against her to kiss her roughly in return. In doing so he maintained dominance but he was grinning vividly to know that he had achieved what he wanted. Slowly he stroked at her body and she wagged her tail in delight and practically purred as she called him Master again. He was startled too when she rubbed her head against his chest and then tried to pull a hand down towards her burning core. "Please... Master..."

"Not thirsty now? Heh... do as I ask and you'll be kept in the best of care Layla... I won't sell you." Slagar chuckled in amusement as he strolled to the centre of the room and started to remove his clothing. Once he pulled his clothes off Layla galloped over with a smile and nodded her head before kneeling down beside him, her eyes big and wide as she looked up at him expectantly. Slagar just stroked at her face and then gently revealed the erection that was throbbing into life. Layla looked to it with a hungry expression, feeling liquid ooze again from within her as she realised that she was still very much aroused and the death of the stoat had probably excited her all the more! Gently her master held himself toward her and gave a soft chuckle. "See if you can get me as excited with your mouth..."

As Slagar chuckled Layla blushed heavily before gently opening her mouth and giving a nervous pant. She did not want to do anything wrong and hurt him because; well Slagar had just agreed he would not sell her on. He had promised to look after her and if she was kept as his favourite would that be any different to being a wife like she had seen in her homeland? With a hefty gulp she feared the taste but the strong smell of his musk made her tingle and drool form as she stretched out her tongue and let it's slightly rough surface stroke his member's length. The sensation made Slagar shudder through gritted teeth and at his gently stroking of her cheek again, Layla smiled warmly before rolling her tongue over his length again.

Then as she felt her confidence rise and the form harden and thicken as it pulsated she lay her mouth over the tip and slowly used her tongue to pull his length inside. She released him slowly before doing the same again, giving moans and groaning sounds of pleasure as she felt his cock swell each time it went inside her mouth. Slagar grit his teeth and tried to remain standing straight and proud as he shifted on her knees to suck on him more efficiently. This time she pulled him in a little harder and further, moaning in delight at his taste and how strange if felt to have him pushing into her throat. She could feel herself dribbling below from the memory of where this beast should be and the more she dribbled from her feminine folds the faster she became and the more rough her breathing.

As she pushed her head back and forth along his form she strained out her tongue to catch the edge of his balls as he continued to growl in delight. Layla pulled at him more with her mouth, pushing his sharp tip further down her throat and holding him for a moment to gulp as she felt the dribble of his early excitement form. She would have continued to go at it if Slagar had noted stroked her muzzle and encouraged her off. He looked slightly pained and yet he was excited too, Layla smiled at him, almost cutely as she turned about to bend over fully and lifted her tail. Her dribbling gash was revealed to him as obediently as if she were in heat and he chuckled at the thought of what he was about to do.

This would be Slagar's first attempt at penetration and despite himself he almost wanted to lap at her reddened cunt again. But his tip was pinching as he felt the need to get inside and with a soft growl he stretched himself over to her. She practically rolled her hips, bending her back forward and pushing out her glittering gash for him to penetrate. Slagar gently rubbed his head along her back and he felt her warmth beneath him and almost wanted to howl. Slowly he stretched his arms forward to anchor himself upon her body but swiftly he sought out the soft mounds of her bosom and her perky nipples. He pinched at them, getting whimpers as Layla swung her tail about his hip, her buttocks twitching as she pushed him closer to him and begged him to insert himself already.

Finally Slagar felt himself ready and slowly he leant back to take a hand to his shaft and lead himself into her crevice. Straight away he felt the shape of the entrance and the sudden hardness of her form as it tried to prevent his entry. Slagar shifted his tip about her crevice, coating himself in her juice and flicking her clitoris so that she gave little yips and gasps of pleasure to feel the sensation against her body. Once he felt the walls of her opening shift and loosen enough he pushed himself in, slowly but firmly as Layla's head jolted up and she gave a wail of pleasure and pain. The sudden tightness that gripped him and pulled at his form or that tried to stop him pushing forward was fantastic. He felt it sucking his blood forward and his body tingling with delight just from this initial entry. For a moment he feared he would not be able to move again within her, but as he stretched forward to grasp her nipples again, he was able to shift himself backward and he gave a groan of pleasure as the tightness tried to pull him back in place and Layla arched her back against him.

Then it began the firm thrusting as he huffed and puffed upon her body and she gave little sounds like coughs at the sensation of his body. Blood was shed as his form caught the wound already within so that Layla was filled with more pain and pleasure then before. He grasped at her breasts tightly as he slammed his hips against her backside, feeling her body try to hold him back inside and pinch about him again when he drove himself back in. Constant in and out Slagar found himself widening her passage, smearing its walls with her excitement as well as his own and he growled in frustration as his balls pinched quickly and he could not stop himself from hitting into her harder and harder.

All too quickly his previous arousal from the sucking was bringing him to orgasm but Layla was already moaning as hers came. The moment he felt her reach climax he nearly came himself, the reaction of her body so much more different with his cock inside her. As the passage pinched around him tightly it tried to pull him in further, the liquid pouring over him making him tingle as he felt the need to cum! Her moans made his balls cramp as they were slapped against her hips and he felt himself being soaked by these new juices. Wound up and excited as Layla slumped forward onto her chest Slagar gave a grunt of surprise as he felt the bulge within his shaft move forward and lock in place within Layla as she whimpered in pleasure.

With his tie suddenly in place, Slagar found himself strained over her body as he began to cum in slow heavy spurts that made him gasp and groan. Heady and dazed as his sperm shot out in succession into her tight little form, Slagar could barely move himself as he felt the joy of being locked in place with this female. Already he was thinking to himself how much he would love to do this with her when she was in heat, if only because he had always wanted to scare a female with the fear of pregnancy. Layla continued to jolt with new orgasms and each time she twitched he squirted a hotter spray and gave another whimper himself of pleasure. It continued like this for almost an hour as more and more was pumped out of Slagar's body and by the end of it he was able to slip out of Layla as her gash oozed with his cream.

"Good girl... good girl..." Slagar stated fondly as he slumped onto the ground and breathed a heavy sigh. To his surprise Layla practically flopped forward onto the floor but then pulled herself up. She turned to face him with vivid happy eyes as she shuffled toward him with her tongue lolling. Slagar was startled as she crawled to his lap and then began to lap the ooze off his pulsing shaft. He began to harden fast again under her attentiveness and Slagar gave a chuckle of amusement before pulling Layla up into his lap and sitting her in place. She gave a whimper of delight and then a squeak of pain once more as he thrust his newly hardened penis straight into her weeping, loose gash for another go.