The New Tales: Hungers of a Man 2
#3 of The New Tales
Another commission for Draeko. I hope you can enjoy it as well Warning: This story contains slavery, death and hard vore. Who can't stand that should scamper away now. * * * Thus, the red vixen had been sold to a bulk trader. Along with others affected by the incident, her owners changed faster than she could blink. None of them actually wanted her to do anything for them. It was mostly "go there", "stand up" or "let me see your teeth". Her paws were de-cuffed and cuffed a moment later, she was out of a cage and into a new one so fast she had not even had time to sit down. She let it happen, since she had never been the kind to argue. In young years she had learnt the secret of being a well treated slave. Of course, step one was to do what they told you. Never argue. Never say no. If they tell you to jump, you don't ask "how high", that would count as acting up. You just jump. That he had finally reached the end point of that trader odyssey she realised as she had finally been able to sleep uninterrupted. This night, nobody poked her with a stick, poured a bucket of water on her or stepped on her tail to get her to wake up. The cage was fairly sized. The vixen could sit, lie, stretch and crouch around, if she wished to do that. Her new owner was a boar. He put a bowl into her cage and patted her. While she slurped down the meal, she took a moment to breathe. She knew the business. She was a product. Soon customers would show up to examine her. The vixen hoped for a good looking guy.
"I'd like something different today, Oliver," the dragon said. "You're in a good mood today, sir." "Oh, yes, in fact I am." The dragon chuckled, it sounded rather like coughing. "My birthday is approaching." "Really? That is a reason to celebrate." "Indeed, Oliver. You want to come? I am afraid it would not be wise to invite your wife or the kids as well." The dragon grinned. "So what do you need for that?" the board asked. "Something..." The dragon made some gestures he did not understand so much himself. The boar smirked and led him to his cages. The dragon was a regular and good customer, he knew the cages well. Stacked in the back yard, they looked like shelves. Like in a super market he could browse the aisles and look at all the offerings. "Uh, this one is on discount," the board said. The dragon stared at the mouse. She looked back, her face full of fright. She shivered. "She looks sick and she's too thin." "I thought you preferred thin?" "I need it differently, I told you, Oliver." The mouse was relieved as the dragon moved on. He took a quick look into many cages, each with a young female slave. Then he stopped. The red vixen looked up to the dragon. Not frightened. The dragon stared back. And chuckled. "That one looks quite juicy." "She's just in." The vixen looked up. She wanted to be bought by this dragon. She knew this would be her new master. In high self esteem, she sat up to show off her goods. Her breasts were not big, but a handful. The dragon licked his lips. As the vixen noticed, she changed position to show her bottom. And it worked. "Yeah, she'll be just perfect," the dragon growled. "Say, ten percent off and you're at my party?" The boar nodded. "Okay, deal." He opened the cage and got the female fox out. She was smiling. The boar gave her a long shirt and checked the number on her shoulders. Then he took out the cuffs, but the dragon shook his head. "I don't think we'll need those." The girl was purchased, some money was exchanged. She pulled the shirt over her head, it barely covered her crotch. But as a good slave, she never minded. "Well Oliver, see you in three weeks." As they left the slave shop, the vixen took her new masters arm and cuddled up to it. He was easily two feet taller than her, and he acted as if he would not notice her affection. "You won't regret buying me," she said. "I'll be good to you." He just growled, not being a man used to be shown affection to. He made her go into the back of the car, sat down in the front and drove off.
The dragon sighed and threw his jacked on a chair. The vixen picked it up immediately and hung it up neatly. The dragon frowned and went into the living room. The vixen followed closely. He slumped down on the couch and looked at her. She stoop right next to him, paws folded behind her back, rocking back and forth on her foot pads. She looked expecting. "What?" the dragon asked, annoyance in his voice. A tiny bit he regretting having bought her. He was used to the submissive kind. He usually bought girls that were too frightened to even open their mouth for breathing. "I want to thank you, master, for buying me." With these word, she flopped down on her knees. The dragon was mildly surprised as the vixen opened his pants without even asking for his permission. She she had revealed his penis, he shouted and slapped her face so hard she fell over and thumped on the carpet. She started crying. "I'm sorry, master! I didn't mean to be a bother." He took a deep breathe. "You startle me, is all. You want to me to fuck you, girl?" The vixen beamed. "Yes, master! Any way you want! I want to please you, master!" "Show me you're worth it and get me hard," he growled. In an instant she crawled up to him. She placed her lips on his soft member, started kissing it. She never had had a dragon before, and she was more than eager adding him to her collection. Her long licked alongside the male meat as she felt the blood rush into it, making it grow under her tender licks and kisses. Not much later it stood before her, bigger in size than even she had expected. As she took the tip into her mouth, the dragon said: "Enough." Forcefully he threw her over, she landed hard on the floor. "On all fours, like a bitch," he said. Obediently she got on all fours. Quickly she fingered her crotch, to make it wet enough for the dragon. He certainly did not wait. So she spread her labia invitingly and wagged her tail. The vixen clenched her teeth and eyes as the huge penis drilled into her, merciless. She could only let out a gasp as it was in her as deep as it was possible, stretching her insides to a maximum. She gasped and moaned, but the dragon pulled out and thrust back into her. Those movements repeated, and soon the pain was drown out by the pleasure. Her moans changed into those of enjoyment. A hot wave of pure emotions rolled through her with every thrust. "Yes, master! Yes!" she yelled. She came even before the master, but he did not really care for her pleasure. As she screamed in lust, he only thrust hard into her. She came, loudly, he thrust on, until he grunted and ejaculated into her. The vixen felt her womb fill up with the hot male juice of her new master. As he retreated out of her, she collapsed, exhausted, on the floor. She looked up to the dragon. "Thank you, master." But he snarled. He closed his pants. "You're quite loud, girl. So screamy." "I'm sorry, master." "Yeah. You're dribbling. Lick up and fix me dinner." He walked off. The vixen looked after him. He may be unfriendly, she thought, but compared to her previous owners that was nothing. Obediently she licked up the semen that streamed from her crotch, flowing out of her like a river. Her crotch hurt now, but the orgasm was worth it. She sensed she would have a lot of fun with her new master. Always she had satisfied them, hardly they had been able to satisfy her and her hungers.
Over the next weeks, the red vixen got a feeling of disappointment. Her master hardly ever gave in to sex with her. She had tried in the first days, but all she got from it was a slap and a yelling. He said he would give it to her whenever he wanted. She was to be his bitch, and, he said, she should come to him when he called her. Once they had had sex in the three weeks, similar to the first time. She had loved it, especially after her master had denied it to her so long. But otherwise, it was as if he was not interested, which actually confused her. Otherwise, her life with the new master was not so bad. There was a minimum of household chores to care about. A bit of wiping, a bit of dusting, done in half an hour. Of course, she never expected to be employed for work like that, yet she'd preferred it to the boredom that grew. She was allowed to help herself any time with the fridge which she often did. After all, there was nothing to do. She was allowed to roam freely but never leave the house or enter the locked rooms. The vixen was more than fine with that. But actually, she spent the days sitting on the sofa. Or lying on it. After she had learnt that her master did not care she stopped caring herself. She ate ice cream and chocolate, crisps and sandwiches with thick layers of cheese and meat. She went to bed with stains of food on her fur. In the end, she never even bothered and fell asleep right in front of the TV. The business of her master was not hers, she always had lived up to being a good slave. But she let it slip. And she felt fat. After almost three weeks, she felt mostly tired. She lay on the sofa, munched something. The fridge never went empty, there was plenty of food to eat for her. The vixen was only surprised that the shirt, being too tight in the beginning, just did not fit in any way. She would pull it over her head but it squeezed her breasts in an uncomfortable manner, so she left it. The master did not seem to care she lay naked on the couch. One day, the master stood up to her. She sat up, groaning a bit, and looked up to her. "Girl, this evening there will be a party. You could help me in the yard." "Yes, master!" she said. Finally, something to do. Even though she had become a bit slow, she helped her master rake the leaves and set up some tables with chairs. It was autumn, but her master denied her something to warm her up. "Later," he said. At afternoon, he gave her a shovel. "Can you do me a favour and dig a shallow pit over there?" She looked at where the dragon pointed. "Well..." "If you're done in two hours, I'll let you save my cock," he said, smirking. "Yes, master!" she said, eagerly. "Six by two feet should be fine, a foot deep. I'll check on you then." She started right away. The vixen dig in an unprofessional manner, yet she worked fast, looking forward to her reward. Her muscles hurt after the half. She felt the weeks of sloth and laziness, as she was exhausted and panting in just some minutes. But she made it. Freezing she waited on the master, sitting in the grass next to the pit. The vixen stood up as he returned. He carried some metal and a sack of coal he put down. "You're done already?" "Yes," she said, wagging. "And you want your reward." "Yes, master," she said. "On your knees." On command, she dropped on her knees. She watched him open his zip. The soft penis was revealed and she licked her lips. "Oh, one thing, just for me," he said and winked. "If you can do it without your paws." "Yes, of course!" "Then one moment," he said. She realised he was going to tie up her paws, but let him do it. That he also tied her feet together puzzled her a bit. But he was the master. He can have it the way he likes it. Finally he let her kiss his member. It grew fast under her licks. She took the tip into her mouth and let it slip into her muzzle. He was too big for her to be taken completely, but she tried her best. Rocking her head back and forth, she listened to the master moan quietly. There in the back yard, on her knees, she sucked as hard as possible to get his master off. He brushed through her hair, thrust a bit into her muzzle, let her work with her tongue. He admitted she was quite good at it. Just some minutes later, he pulled out of her snout and grunted. His semen sprayed all over her face, hit her chest and even her belly. It poured over her like a brief shower. The vixen was bit disappointed that she could not swallow it, but she enjoyed the feeling of the warm liquid all over her snout and face. "Well done," he said. "Oh wait, open up your mouth." The vixen opened her mouth wide, expecting him to spray a bit into there for her. She closed her eyes in expect. But instead, she felt something round and big being shoved between her jaws. She could not close her mouth, she tried to bite into it, but it resisted. The dragon took collars and used them to wrap around her muzzle, keeping it shut. The vixen recognised the thing in her mouth, it was an apple. She gave the dragon a puzzled look. He turned away from her. She wanted to move but was tied too tightly and just slumped over like a bag. Meanwhile, the dragon poured coal into the pit. He made it even, taking all the time he needed. Then he put an old newspaper between the black pieces and lit them with a match. He blew into the fire to make it grow. Contently he watched it burn and eat up the paper. The vixen tried to crawl as the dragon took the metal and stuck it into the soil. A grill! He took a long rod from the floor. A spit! She was rolled onto her stomach and felt the rod being shoved between he ropes. The dragon added some more and knotted it together for stability. "Please don't struggle so much, that spoils the meat. And you want to be tasty for your master, right?" He chuckled. "Mind that, I could have shoves that spit right through your body." It took a while for the fire to grow. As the coal was glowing and transpiring heat, the dragon lifted the vixen up and placed her right above the fireplace. Then he want to fix up sauces and bread. The vixen sobbed into her gag. She tried to struggle, moving up and down, but she was too weak to make any difference. The digging had exhausted her too much to fight. She did not want to die like this. Tears hisses as they fell on the glowing coals. She cried and sobbed. Maybe if the dragon would let her speak, she would do anything for him. But not this. Being cooked alive is a very painful and all in all terrible way to die. Her breasts and thighs were the first parts of her. Unlike burning, they slowly turned into a painful lump of heat until she slowly lost all feelings in those parts. It spread from there all over her body. The last thing she noticed of the outside world was the arrival for the first guests. Then she faded. Her entire body being nothing more than a mere lump of hot, rotting and growing pain, she finally fell unconscious. She died as the heat had made it up to her brain, dissolving it slowly, turning it into something edible. "Ah, nice you could make it," the dragon greeted his friends. "Take a seat." One by one his predator friends entered the yard. They took a beer each, chatted, laughed. Music was turned up. Some stood at the grilled vixen. "She seems do be done," one said. "You should cut her tits off now," a tiger said. "They'll be just burned if you leave them too long." "Ah, you're right," the dragon said. He could the vixen's breasts off and arranged them on a table. Then he took a bite. "Try it, it's very tender. She didn't move much the last weeks." Not much later, they lifted the vixen's well done body onto a table and opened the body to take out the parts separately. They sliced her thighs and hips and spiced it up with sauces. All in all, they had a good evening with lots of good food and music. The next day, the dragon threw the bones into a back. He looked at the head that had not been eaten by anyone. "You were tasty. You pleased your master." Then he threw the head into the bag and the bag into the bin.