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Nine: ...Owner...

"Have you cleaned up the room Layla?" Slagar stated as he returned to the room after making arrangements with the old polecat to keep this place for her and his stuff over winter. It had cost a good portion of coin and along with the supplies it had nearly wiped him clean, but it was worth it to keep Layla in a safe place. He had arranged that the polecat's mate would come up and check on Layla every day after he left and it would give her a friend and someone to help her out. The old animal's mate had stated she needed another cleaner for the building and Layla had shown an enthusiastic eagerness to clean things up. "Are you alright my dear?"

"Yes Slagar... Layla cleaned up very good... used food to make stew you like." Layla stated with a soft smile upon her face as she padded into view from a nearby fireplace in the upstairs where she'd been cooking. He'd appreciated the fact she liked trying to cook now and though she often grumbled about spices or foods that were not available here at all, she still made decent meals. Slagar could not stop grinning within his mask and chuckling in amusement as he settled down on the floor and waiting to be fed by her. Layla was becoming a proper little housewife and having the kind of permission to do things like cook upstairs or downstairs with the polecat's family had given her more freedom and more affection for Slagar.

It amused Slagar greatly because, after the rude manner she'd held before, it had proven his tactics of not really forcing her to do things as quickly as her old master had endeared her to him. He'd made a point to show praise when she did well and he had made sure she was enjoying herself just as much as he enjoyed her. It was a very unique approach to owning a slave, but in Slagar's mind Layla was such a personal item he could not imagine the techniques being passed onto another to be used and ruined on more stupid slaves... Layla had been smart and worth the effort.

Slagar had willingly settled down to have food and with Layla now getting used to the sight of it, he removed his scarf to show off his scar. She stared at it for a few minutes before she shared out the food but then she continued. It amused Slagar to see that she was still affected by the look of it but not foolish enough to stare at it for too long or even consider saying something about it. When the food was eaten and the mess cleaned up by the eager and curious looking black and tan vixen, Slagar ushered her to sit on his lap and he pulled something out of his pocket that resembled a cork.

"Do you know what this is Layla?" He questioned with a curious grin and scowl, but she shook her head gently. He grinned evilly to know that she was so unaware and almost cackled at her innocence. He pulled her into his embrace and gently he began to lap at her forehead tenderly, making her shudder in pleasure. She rubbed her nose gently against the edge of his facial scar and to his surprise she gently lapped her tongue at the edge of his wounded mouth as if she were no longer afraid of his scar. Slagar gave a chuckle of amusement and then snapped his hand out to clasp her face. "What are you doing Layla? I thought you did not like my horrible scar?"

His voice was as vicious as his grasp upon her jaw but Layla looked lovingly into his eyes and flicked her ears in interest. She lifted a paw without hesitation and gently stroked his wounded cheek. Slagar was startled, she had been told by him before that to touch his wounded cheek without permission would gain her a nasty punishment and yet she was doing it. Her eyes flickered with love and swiftly Slagar threw her over is knee and lifted her dress. He grasped her tail firmly to pull it up and placed his elbow painfully into her back to give her pain before he clapped his hand three times against her backside, making her give yips of upset before he dropped her tail and repeated his question. Layla slipped out of his grasp, looking curiously defiant despite the fact her lip was wobbling with the tears she wanted to produce.

"Slagar will go... Layla does not want Slagar to go... so Layla must show Slagar she loves him... so he won't forget her." The words were stated so pathetically but at the same time so sternly that Slagar gave a soft chuckle of amusement. He then ushered her back into his embrace and she gave a little whimpering sound of pleasure for be held by him into a gentle cuddle. Slagar then gently nuzzled Layla's cheek, lapped at her muzzle and then encouraged her to kiss him. Gently they kissed and for once it felt so genuine to both that it quite startled Slagar to feel it. He had never had a relationship like this with anyone... but then he gave a soft chuckle.

"How could I forget you?" Slagar chuckled, which almost made him want to say that he loved her in return, but he was not sure if that was the case. With a gentle chuckle Slagar grasped at her belly fondly making a few humorous sounds to make her giggle with a soft sound. He then gently revealed the piece of cork again and Layla snuffed at it gently with him rubbing his muzzle against the top of her head. He forgot that he had just spanked her and she seemed to forget it as well. "So... do you want to know what this is? This is a special device that will help you have a baby... understand?"

"Slagar still wants a baby?" Suddenly Layla seemed excited and happy as she seemed to realise that the baby would mean Slagar would return to her. She grasped at his paws to grasp hold of the cork, to try and figure it out. Slagar watched her curious manner and gently gave a soft chuckle of amusement at her oblivious manner and gently he gave a soft sigh and started to stroke at her backside as she grasped the object to sniff it and look at it curiously.

"I'll show you..." Slagar stated with a gentle growl as he stretched both his paws down to where she sat in his lap and gently rubbed at the backside and forward toward her feminine slit, making her give a soft whimpering sound of pleasure. He could tell her cheeks were a little sore from his smacking but she was already quite wet and it only took a few gentle strokes at her lips for her body to quiver and tremble with anticipation. Slagar shifted his own developing erection out of his clothing and held it firmly before stroking along her groove with the burning tip, making her catch her breath and twitch as his excitement developed all the more.

Slagar chuckled gently as Layla gently supported her body on her hands and knees, letting her master gently stroke her gash with his long fingers, slipping the lips open and smearing her slick excitement about. The warmth of her body encouraged him to thicken and when Layla began to clench her passage about his fingers when they chose to probe into the opening, Slagar knew she was ready enough to still be very tight but not to be in too much pain. He was remarkably pleased with himself and the fact that Layla still took some effort to make ready for him, if only because it encouraged him to believe that she still had the possibility to fight if needed.

When Layla began to give soft little pants of pleasure as her clitoris swelled and he seemed to pinch it between his fingers, Slagar grasped her hips and gently pulled himself up into a crouching position over her body. He rubbed his jaw against her back, feeling her body tremble in preparation to hold his weight and the fox could not stop himself from grinning wickedly over it all. Just as he felt the vixen was ready and her pussy was already dribbling with the anticipation, he stabbed his thick shaft straight into her passage, making her yelp with pain and him moan as the tunnel grasped about his member tightly.

Tenderly Slagar stretched his paws up from her hips to her breasts, gently rolling his sticky fingers against her erect nipples, making her moan and whimper and her core hunger. Her passage reacted by pulling forward, stroking his length to make it thicken all the more as he slowly began a rocking motion of his hips. Slowly he pulled back, making Layla gasp for the sensation of the release before making her gasp again as he stabbed forward. The motions continued in a steady rhythm, long dribbling lines of her juice streaming off his glistening member as he pulled it's form outwards and stuffed it back in. Layla's back arched beneath his weight as he grasped her breasts and massaged them tenderly, speeding up and keeping her as stimulated as possible so that she would open up completely and let his seed in.

As his motions became faster he started to grunt as his body slapped wetly against her, he pulled his paws from her breasts to grasp her hips and hold her against him as she coughed, gasped and choked to get air into her body. His motions were manic and fast as he felt his cock straining with excitement, spurting pre-cum already to prepare her love tunnel for the load about to pass through. Layla's body was already starting to ooze with her excitement and delight as she came close to reaching orgasm before her master. She was not sure if he'd appreciate her experiencing such a thing before him but she tried to swallow the excitement, to hold it back so that she would not do anything until he permitted her to.

When Slagar finally allowed himself to cum he remained buried deep within her body. The sudden pulsating sensation made Layla gasp and shudder with orgasm, slipping on her hands and smashing her face into the ground as Slagar kept hold of her hips. Within her body his seed splashed about her passage, burrowing deep into her body until it came to her womb and settled there for a time. Holding her for a few moments with his cock still buried within the passage, Slagar waited until he was sure there was more chance of his attempting succeeding before he gently requested the cork-like object from Layla. She rolled it toward him and Slagar chuckled, it was not really an appropriate item to place within someone, but it would do something towards his goal and it would certainly be amusing to witness Layla cope. As Slagar removed himself from her pussy, he pushed the cork deep into the widened passage, Layla immediately began to whimper and whine at the confusing, harsh sensation as the rough nature of the object scratched her tender flesh to cause blood. But Slagar stroked her back and insisted it would be good.

"Now... lie like this for a while and I'll fetch you some water." Slagar chuckled and to his surprise Layla nodded her head in agreement to him. Slagar then stepped to the water to wash himself and get her a drink. When he had given her some water and an hour of relaxing had gone by, Layla still remained lying on her chest with her tail swishing about and her reddened pussy still swollen from the cork. Slagar was found her obedience touching and hilarious and the moment he thought how uncomfortable and yet how desperate she was, he felt his loins tightening again. "Time to try again Layla."

She did not say anything in response, merely nodded her head and she waited for the same again. Slagar stepped over to her, he began to rub his hardening length against the edge of her pussy, brushing the tip against her clitoris to watch it twitch and quiver. In those motions the cork shifted slightly and Slagar was little worried that he might just excited her so much that her body might pop the cork out and spill his precious seed all over the floor. When he knew he was hard enough he gently teased the cork out, making Layla whimper and wag her tail with the pleasure as Slagar slipped his cock into her widened pussy. It felt curiously familiar and oddly strange to place himself within an area already soiled by his seed but begging for more attention. It was still soft and slick and ready for him and the moment he began to much faster, harder and deeper rhythm it tightened about him again and Layla began to whimper more loudly with her pain and pleasure.

Sweating and huffing as he pushed himself faster into an orgasm, knowing that there was purpose in this treatment, not just pleasure, Slagar pumped his hard cock into her damp passage again and again. Her body jolted and twitched as Slagar began to pant, leaning his body over hers, letting her hold onto his weight as his cock began to thrust its way deeper into the passage near the first stain. Slagar growled, grinding his teeth together and letting drool slip from his jaw onto Layla's back as he reached a second climax and once more his seed spurted deep into Layla's body. Once more Slagar pulled himself out, inserted the cork though Layla whimpered from pain and instructed her to remain crouched once more.

For nearly two days the pair maintained a rough sex routine with Layla barely permitted to rest, save when he did. She was forced to stay on her hands and knees or lie on her front to sleep, he washed her, fed her, kept her clean and as comfortable as he could, but he did not allow her too much. He found there was much more pleasure in her humiliation and this seeming torture then he could have imagined and for it he became all the more excited and eager to mount her. On occasion she might beg him to let her stay sleeping, to let her rest, but he was not above forcing himself into her even if she cried and in doing so he learnt how easy it was to soothe her hurt by telling her he loved her.

It might have been true, it might have been false... but it worked and after two days she could barely lie with her belly visibly swollen and her passage constantly dribbling around the loosened cork thanks to his seed. In his mind there was now way she could not be impregnated now and after a day of letting her rest and watching the curious swelling deflate just slightly, Slagar found it time to leave and after kissing her forehead tenderly and telling her he would return, Slagar left with the thought in his mind that next time he saw her... Layla might have a child to present to him.