Slavery - Part One
Everyone dreams of the perfect family and also, the perfect house, car, neighbourhood and friends that all make a home for the heart to sit in its cradle and never be blown down. They dream of a mother who is soft and loving, who will look after you when you fall off your bike and you know you tried your hardest not to cry, but you ended up doing so anyways. A father who is stern but looks at you with a world of pride reflecting in his eyes letting you know you have not let him down. Siblings who will fight and push you around but when you go through your first heartbreak you lay in bed with them, and they sooth away some of the pain that seems so raw that you cannot breathe any longer...
Well, it was all just a dream, not something everyone got. It was hard pressed to have something like that happen around the area where Dawn grew up in, when she woke up every day to the soft chuffing of pair of horses outside, eager to be fed. No bed to sleep in, no mother to hold her, no father to look down at her with pride. An adoptive father and sibling, a sister, was the only thing that she had. Even then, she would have preferred to be alone in the world.
A low purr came from beside her as she lifted her head and perked her small, orange ears to the sound. She had forgotten how long the night had been, because of the dream, the laughter that had been in it. But beside her, the big, hulking mixed breed cat snored, and she wrinkled her nose as the scent on him that lingered on her breath.
Hopefully, she thought to herself, her "father"-Chad-had made enough money selling her off to this bozo that lay in the hay-her unofficial bed-beside her. She pushed up and scrambled for her tattered clothes, her hips aching from the trysts she had been sent into last night. She was hungry though. She wanted to eat, and hoped she had earned it.
She paused to listen to the conversation of the horses, which were at work amusing people, selling their masculine beauty out to whatever female wanted to be shown a hard, good time, like they did naturally when they came around. At least it made sense for them to do it, they were horses. They were used to servicing their mares, and they would have plenty of them waiting back at their stead. But they still came out, because when the rich men came for her sister (vying for her attention, not using her like they did Dawn) then the rich wives would come along looking to be fucked like caged animals just to get the relief that their husbands neglected them of, and it made good business for the well hung males.
She sighed as she picked a few apples up on her way out into the open, and glanced down at herself lightly in disgust. Her shirt was torn more than she had first thought, which made her full, delicious breasts push out a little too generously for her taste. But it held no attention for anyone else, so she allowed her busty body to weave through the crowds of people wandering-generally they were much earlier than this-towards the horses. He small orange stripes prickling in the morning sunlight, making her look brighter. She blinked her teal eyes as her tail flickered interestedly at the voices that reached her ears so assuredly.
"Come on baby, you know you'd love to ride bareback." The bigger stallion all but purred to the young, blonde furred dog that looked him over more like something she could eat with her mouth. Dawn smiled at the sight, but said nothing as she wandered over to the smaller one, who was draped across a hammock lazily, his big muscled body saying all that his mouth wasn't. Ride me. She purred softly at the heat that coursed through her body, an automatic response to any male that looked that virile, and she walked over and handed over his snack that she brought him and his brother every morning. Just out of habit.
"Good morning," She chirped softly as her tail swayed shyly about her legs, looking at the very large horse with open appeal. She was tired of coming onto him though, he had fucked her once, but then his brother had taken her the very next day and he had been out matched. Although she had preferred him, he would not take what was his brother's-although his brother seemed to enjoy doing that. Her hips clenched at the idea of the large stallion having her again. That had not been gentle.
"Morning," The soft reply was for some reason sad sounding this morning, so she studied the male who another female had approached the moment Dawn had backed off a few steps. The male watched her, his dark eyes knowing something she did not. But then the female-was she intoxicated?-climbed on the stallion and started rubbing on him, making loud, cat-like sounds that were squawkish, compared to the fact that she was certainly not a cat. But the male responded with eagerness, and just like that she had been forgotten.
She sighed and turned to the other male, who had the golden doggie now on her knees, sucking on him out in the open as the other male drug his new toy into their tent. The bigger male-he was all black-smiled at her companionably as he jerked softly into the dog's hungry mouth and he reached out for the apple, which she hands over hurriedly and smiled at him back, "Sorry I can't fit another in." Was all he said before he hissed and bucked his hips, holding the golden head that he was fucking.
Dawn blinked, and mewed in question. But wisely left it alone before she was asked to join in; which was the least of her desires. She had enough males for one day. But what did the other two males know that she did not? She tilted her head and escaped into her tent that she was not allowed to sleep in, because that was where her sister stayed, too.
"Papa," Michelle, her adoptive sister, whined noisily the moment Dawn entered the tent, "You can't just do that. What if I don't want to go anywhere?"
Dawn blinked and smiled with hope, were they leaving? Such wishes were only meant for dreams. Dreams that would never come true, she assumed. Where would the three of them go? Would they get a house? Would they find an apartment somewhere to live in?
"Now princess," Chad, her adoptive father responded impatiently, but more kindly than he ever would to Dawn. "You're almost in your prime," He shook his head, his thick brown coat shaking as his ears flickered and he brushed his paw over his whiskers. Dawn just watched in silence, "It's about time we got you a male who would look after you instead of me and this damned circus."
"But I don't want to go, I like watching the men watch me dance," Michelle protested, and Dawn sighed. She wished she knew how to dance, but no one would have ever taught her. As much as she loathed Michelle, she was good at what she knew and for that she was respectable, whilst Dawn had no talent to speak of.
"I need the money off your sister, when she gets put up in the auction so I can afford you a new dress to send you off in." Chad said all too harshly, and smiled at the sister who he loved. Dawn's heart plummeted. Auction?
Michelle waved her paw as if that had nothing to do with the situation, "Fine. Sell her. She's not bringing in the hot ones anyways, that's me." But the hot ones did not always have the money, that was why she had been kept around. Dawn smiled bitterly, and decided to push herself into the conversation as she usually did.
"Father?" Her bitter voice questioned, "Would you mind telling me about this... auction?"
"Yes," He answered almost instantly, "I would mind." He turned to look at her, her gaping breasts and tattered clothes, and he growled at her angrily, walked up and smacked her across the cheek. She stumbled slightly, and yelped in surprise. "Look at you." He snarled sharply, "You're a mess!"
She blinked, looking taken back by the words that she had heard often enough in her lifetime. No longer insulted by them, just accepting, but she gasped in surprise when Michelle stepped forward and took her by the paw, and pulled her into the room more.
"I'll clean her up, papa." Her devil-sister's voice rung cheerfully, maliciously; but all her father would hear would be the sweet sound of money and the ring of his spoil daughter's obedience to him. Obedience which Dawn lacked to no end and would never give into, no matter what the cost... No one would ever make her that way again, if she could help it. She sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat, but she could not help it.
"Thank you, darling."
It was silent until he left, huffing as he heard the canine scream of pleasure rip into the air from not far away. The howl was haunting and it made Dawn swallow in arousal, wanting to be the one making those sounds instead. It sounded like enjoyment, which she could understand and it was the only way she could get it; through being used by a male. It was all she knew. Not that her own adoptive sister had not used her a few times...
"Wash, get dressed, and find me something to wear, Cinderella." Mockingly, Michelle's voice scolded her and made her burn with fury, how dare she! Dawn was being sold because of this bitch, and it was high time the little fifteen year old bitch got off her high horse. Meanwhile, Dawn at seventeen had been fucked over so many times by males and life that her whole life basically involved her legs spread and something cutting into her. She was tired of it.
Nonetheless, she inclined her head and did what was asked, setting about washing herself in the bathtub that was installed. She lay in the water within minutes, her paws rubbing over her full, heavy breasts as she mewed softly and made her soft, delicious pink nipples hard as she parted the fur on her chest to play with them while the heat of the water (it burned her, really) lapped at her sore, aching slit. This was something she loved to do, as she panted and washed away the scent of last night from her fur, the reminder of the hard cock in her mouth, up between her legs. She mewed, a low erotic sound and she swallowed, closing her eyes.
Eventually one paw snaked down to part herself, opening her body open like a feast. Any male around that might stop by and peak in the tent would have seen this lush, wet kitten draped in the tub, her nose twitching and her tail hanging over the side of the tub and raised lightly in arousal.
Anyone could see that if someone would have been in the water with her, she would be screaming out an orgasm and be ridden hard in the hot, dripping water. She started rubbing herself to the image of getting away, finding some poor, dirty male that would just hide her away and make vicious, painful love to her. But it would be love, and that made her soft, ready hips buck, making the water swish and hit between her legs, water sliding into her in slow sprayed as she forced herself open to accept it. Imagining it was the hot seed of a desperate lover that she might actually crave with every cell in her body and not just the sake of getting food afterwards and being bred as instincts demanded it.
She moaned, tipping her head back, her breasts peaking out of the water as she brought herself to come, making a soft sound that only a female could make in the heightened pleasure she gave herself. Then lapsed into the water, breathing hard as her body calmed over the sharp waves of need; hell.
Dawn licked her lips and swallowed, closed her eyes and relaxed, feeling relieved as she felt the male's cum from last night trickle out of her from all the water tickling between her legs as she had rocked and bucked; definitely not all of it, but enough to make her feel cleaner again. So she laid her head against the tub, and allowed herself to slowly drift off like that. All in her mind, still wondering about the auction and when it would be...