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Master Jak

A story commission by DoggyStyle57, for Bigchris369

Written May 2017

Ch 02:

Jak looked into the wardrobe cabinet in his bedroom at his luxurious mansion, selecting what he would wear today and tomorrow, while on a brief business trip into the downtown area of Paradise Cove. Last night he had delighted in personally claiming his newest slave girl, the exotically colored Sergal, Kate. His bedding was still rumpled and stained from their passionate lovemaking, including a noticeable red splotch from when he had taken her virginity. He would dearly have loved to spend more time enjoying her in bed today, but inheriting the Skrall family estate from his 'grandfather' also meant he inherited certain responsibilities, as necessary to manage his newly acquired fortune and extensive business investments. So he had left Kate with his trusted friend Elita for further training, and today would primarily tend to that business.

Looking around himself at the fabulous mansion that now was his home, it was hard for Jak to believe that less than six months ago, he had awakened in a steaming jungle, naked and with no memories of who he was or how he had gotten there. After fighting for his life against savage beasts and even carnivorous plants, a hermaphrodite tigress named Elita had come to rescue him. Through her, Jak had found out that he had been artificially created in a lab, being brought to consciousness for the first time just days before he was dumped on that hellish world. His creators had intended him to become a mindless and brutal mercenary shock trooper known as a 'berserker'. But the scientist in charge of his creation and mental programming, who he had come to know only as 'The Doctor', had saved him from that fate, allowing him to retain his free will, making him more intelligent, downloading numerous useful skills and recorded memories into his blank slate of a mind so that he could survive, and making him more normal in size and appearance.

Of course, 'normal' was a _very_relative term, when it came to Jak. He was an anthropomorphic Saurian male - a hybrid of a Komodo Dragon and a crocodile. His species was not unheard of on the many worlds of the interstellar society that he found himself living in. The Doctor had been rather similar in species, if not in coloration. Yet Jak was still strong enough and savage enough in appearance to be intimidating in most cultures. At 6 feet tall and weighing 175 pounds, he had a very muscular build, and could lift many times his own weight. His tongue was 11 inches long, nearly twice the length of his muzzle, and his sharp teeth were a fearsome weapon in themselves. He had a relatively short tail, about 18" long and 3 inches thick at the base, whose tip didn't quite reach to his knees. His powerfully muscled legs were digitigrade, with three clawed toes on each foot, also quite useful as natural weapons. As for his coloring, he had blue scales over most of his body, with green scales on his throat and underbelly, and green markings on back, radiating out from spine. His eyes were amber, with vertical slit pupils. And he had the number 3 tattooed in black on his right shoulder, almost as high as his palm is wide.

A little over three months ago, Jak had paid dearly to obtain new identities for himself, Elita, and two other friends that they had made long the way - a Siberian husky named Felrasa, and his feline android girlfriend, Nekonya. Jak's forged ID and the background information provided by the forger had allowed Jak to impersonate another Sauran male named Jak - the wayward grandson of the former Master of the Skrall estate, who had forsaken his family and fortune rather than following in his grandfather's footsteps as an owner of slaves, on a world where slavery was common. The elderly grandfather had seen through Jak's ruse, but he had deemed Jak a worthy successor to his estate. And when he died, just days after accepting Jak as his heir, of all the people on the Estate, only the grandfather's trusted aide, an alligator and former slave named Bender, knew for certain that Jak was an impostor. So Jak was now officially Dominic 'Jak' Skrall, heir to the Skrall family estate and fortunes, and one of the most wealthy individuals on the planet Rhio-3. No doubt the forger who crafted his new identity had hoped to eventually cash in on the wealth that he had arranged for Jak to inherit. But that forger had perished also, so very few people indeed other than the friends that accompanied Jak could now prove that Jak was anything other than what he claimed to be.

Today, Jak opted to go for a rather barbaric look - wearing only an ornate, silver-plated armored shoulder piece that covered the tattoo on his shoulder as well as his upper arm on that side, a pair of matching armored cuffs on his muscular forearms, a matching belt with a small pouch for his ID, and a red silk loincloth, split at the back to go on either side of his tail. On the back of the harness for his shoulder armor was an equally ornate but _extremely_functional short sword, and on the front of the harness, centered on his chest, were a pair of rather large yet well-balanced throwing daggers. He grinned at his refection, showing more of his sharp teeth than was at all necessary, and then he packed a cape and a fresh loincloth and a few other minor things into a very small overnight bag, not much larger than a briefcase.

===

An hour later, Bender dropped Jak off at one of the most expensive hotels in the city center area. Jak had already made a point of using that hotel several times while on town for business, and he was well known by the staff as a wealthy VIP customer.

Despite his fearsome appearance, the cheerful and well-dressed otter girl at the front desk addressed him by name on sight. "Master Skrall! How nice to have you with us again, honored Sir! The penthouse suite is ready for you, of course. Should I send up a bottle of champagne, and perhaps a few lovely slave girls to attend you?" She asked, as she handed him a gold-colored key card.

"No, thank you, Alicia. Not yet, at any rate. I have a business meeting to attend this morning, and won't be back until this afternoon. Perhaps later, however," Jak replied, as he accepted the key card, which would allow him access to the private elevator that served only the VIP floors at the top of the hotel, as well as the door to his penthouse suite.

"Well Jak... I get off at five, if you don't have any other plans tonight," Alicia said, eyeing his muscular body and the bulge in his loincloth hungrily.

Jak grinned. This wasn't the first time this girl had flirted with him. The slave girls he had enjoyed on previous visits, which she had scheduled for him, had no doubt talked to Alicia about his unusual sexual capabilities, including the fact that he had _two_cocks. That, and the fact that he was single and _very_wealthy, made quite a few free women willing to bed him, even if they had other relationships in their romantic lives. "I doubt your_husband_would appreciate me taking you up on that. You _are_still married to the concierge, aren't you?"

"Well, yes... But if he can play with our slave girl, why shouldn't I have some fun too?" she replied confidently, leaning forward over the counter to give him a peek down the front of her blouse at her pert b-cup breasts, which had no bra containing them. "It's not an offer I would make to _most_gentlemen, I assure you, sir! He wouldn't mind, if he found out it was you. I promise!"

"I'll think about it. But don't get your hopes up," Jak replied, as he picked up his small bag and strode toward the VIP elevator.

"Oh well. Can't blame a girl for trying!" she sighed to herself, as she watched him go.

===

Jak entered the penthouse suite, looking around and chucking at the wastefulness of paying for so much luxury, when he'll hardly use any of the splendid features of the hotel. But he had to keep up appearances, as one of the richest men in the region. He crossed the room and set his bag on the end table in the living room. After taking a moment to enjoy the view from his windows, he opened the bag, took out a black, hooded silk cape, and put it on. He checked his reflection in a mirrored wall, making sure the hood and cape hid his weaponry and armor fairly well, but left everything accessible. Yes, this was the look he wanted. It downplayed his fearsome appearance while at the same time making a rather dramatic effect, especially if he suddenly slipped the cape off. He checked the time, and headed back down to street level.

===

Leaving the hotel, Jak walked a short distance to a massive office building bearing a large logo of a green leaf with the letter B on it in gold, and a delicate tracery of gold circuit patterns on the surface of the leaf. He walked in the front door, past several men and women wearing what appeared to be very expensive business suits. They were all wearing corporate ID badges with the same logo. He ignored them and strode right up to sleekly groomed ferret girl at the at the security desk in the lobby.

The girl's eyes went a little wide as he approached her, and she looked at him skeptically and said, "H-hello? Welcome to BioTronics. I'm afraid you can't go past this point without a company ID badge, sir. If you were looking for our employment offices, they're..."

"My name is Dominick Jak Skrall," he said, cutting her off in mid sentence, as he handed her his gold Citizen ID card and a slender datachip. "And actually, I can go pretty much anywhere I _want_to in this facility, since I am a major stockholder. I am to be confirmed today as a senior member of the Board of Directors. My invitation to attend today's ten AM Board meeting is on that datachip. You should be holding a temporary ID badge for me."

She plugged the chip onto her datapad, and her demeanor changed at once, as she read what was on the screen and confirmed his ID information. She hastily retrieved and opened a sealed envelope that had been in her desk drawer, and handed him the contents, along with his ID and the datachip. "OH! Yes sir! Of course, Master Skrall! So sorry, honored sir! Here is your temporary ID badge, which also functions as an RFID pass card. It will activate the elevator doors and any security checkpoint doors for you as soon as you approach them. The express elevator to your right will take you right up. The elevator controls are voice activated. Floor thirty seven, conference room A. And they have an appointment for you after the meeting to get you your official badge, sir. Have a pleasant day, sir!"

Jak grinned, intentionally showing the flustered girl rather more of his teeth than necessary, and said, "Thank you _so_much."

===

The scene with the receptionist on floor 37 went somewhat smoother, as soon as he pulled back his cape and she saw the gold metallic ID badge that Jak was now wearing, clipped to the harness of his shoulder armor, right below his crossed throwing knives. She still took the time to confirm his Citizen ID card data to her own satisfaction, but she was clearly not used to dealing with someone like Jak. "W-welcome, honored sir. The meeting starts in fifteen minutes. There are drinks and other refreshments in the conference room, through that pair of doors."

Jak grinned again and entered the conference room, where he helped himself to a hot drink and small plate full of meat-laden snacks. He wasn't the only saurian in the room, by any means. But all the others who weren't clearly slaves were dressed in proper business attire, and looked somewhat shocked at his appearance - just as he had planned. Most of the others kept their distance, but a timid slave girl fearfully approached him and asked his name, then the naked mouse quickly scurried back to her Master - an imposing lion in golden robes of very fine silk.

The lion was first to speak after the meeting was called to order. "We have a new face among us, today," he said, nodding in Jak's direction. "Introductions are in order. I am Eleric Fields, CEO of BioTronics. You are, I believe, Dominic Skrall? Your grandfather was a good friend of mine, and I was sad to hear of his passing. My condolences on your loss."

"Thank you, honored sir," Jak replied. "I prefer to go by my middle name, Jak. Dominic was my father's given name, and even though nineteen years have passed since he died, it still feels strange to hear others addressing me by his name. As for grandfather, he was quite ill, but he did not suffer greatly when he passed. He lived a long and productive life, with few regrets. I'm glad I returned in time to see him again, and to patch up our personal disagreements, before he died."

"It's good that you did," the CEO said. "He often said that his only regret was the your estrangement to him. He was quite fond of you, even though you were away for so long at the Dominion's military training academy. But... surely that is not the uniform of a Dominion military officer that you wear?"

"Hardly, no," Jak said, unfastening his cape and allowing it to slide to his feet. "I graduated from the Dominion's Academy, but I gave up my officer's commission when I heard grandfather was dying, and had no other living heirs. I could hardly command a battle brigade on some far-flung world in the Dominion and manage the family estate and investments at the same time, now could I?" He gave no explanation for his choice of attire, but his expression and tone implied that no one ought to question his 'fashion sense'.

The CEO looked uneasily at Jak and said, "Errr, no, that would present... difficulties. We are aware, of course, that your grandfather bequeathed his entire estate to you, including a massive amount of BioTronics stock. Ahhhh... if you wish to liquidate all or part of your stock, we could certainly arrange a _very_good price for your shares. You'd earn quite a bit of money that way, and could still pursue your military ambitions. Otherwise, it is your right, of course, as a stockholder, to vote on Board decisions. We send out a ballot on all major issues for stockholder voting and feedback, even to stockholders on other worlds. It really isn't necessary for you to come here in person."

"Oh, I intend to take a _very_active role, just as grandfather did," Jak said. "And not just on the _major_decisions."

The CEO looked even more uncomfortable, and several of the board members murmured to each other. "Ahhh, yes... well, your grandfather _did_also specify in his will that he wanted to bequeath his seat on our board to you. His position is _not_hereditary, however. Your number of shares _do_entitle you to _consideration_for Board membership, but of course, in normal circumstances, a board member would be someone who has... closer ties to our industry, and_experience_in what we do. Knowledgeable and useful decisions on the more... esoteric matters... can only be made by someone who _fully_understands the ramifications of what they are voting on. Are you... at _all_familiar with our corporation?"

As Jak had expected, they clearly had hoped he wanted to cash out and wouldn't seek to claim his Board position, or that if he did, they didn't want him to do much on the Board, other than to be a figurehead. But he intended to use every one of his inherited assets to leverage his influence in the local community. He had spent much of the last week reading up on the company and preparing for this meeting, and Bender had been an invaluable font of information on his grandfather's opinions and policies regarding this and other investments. "Oh, I do know a _bit_about it, yes," he replied with a toothsome grin. "I've read your last four quarterly reports, and your investor's prospectus. And I understood them. You're best known for your system of scanning minds to extract skill set memories, such as language skills and trade skills, and imprinting those memories on others, so they gain those skills or memories. The Dominion military uses the products of competitor of yours to speed-train certain recruits in basic and advanced military skills, and I've benefited from that sort of training myself. Not particularly cost-effective, when compared to traditional first-hand training methods, and there _are_debates about how well imprinted training stacks up against first hand skills acquisition. But one can _hardly_argue against the time savings. I'm quite looking forward to comparing, first hand, how your products work, versus what was used to train me. Tell me, has the bug in your most recent product line been resolved yet? The one where the system failed to filter out unrelated, gender-specific memories during skill recording, and the imprinted subjects of an unlike gender receiving the skills had occasional gender confusion issues?"

The board members stared at him as if someone's pet animal had suddenly recited epic poetry, because that software bug was not at all public knowledge! Then they recovered and sought to answer that and a rapid-fire series of additional knowledgeable questions which Jak raised. By the end of the meeting, they were all convinced that Jak would be a valuable addition to the Board, and they confirmed his appointment to his grandfather's former position.

After getting his permanent ID badge and a tour of the research facilities, Jak returned his temporary badge to the security desk girl, and left to seek a late lunch, wrapped up again in his hooded cape. He was quite happy with how the meeting had gone.

===

After a fine meal, Jak took some time to do some shopping. He liked surprising his slave girls and friends with extravagant gifts, and this afternoon he particularly wanted to find some nice things for the new girl, Kate.

"Well, hello Jak," purred the lady panther who owned the exclusive clothing shop that he walked into. She was a Citizen herself, and a famous fashion designer in her own right. "Looking for something scandalous and sexy to dress up your pretty slave girls in? We have some _lovely_bedroom attire in the lingerie department, upstairs. Or perhaps I could _finally_convince you to go for a proper formal outfit for yourself? Really dear, capes and skimpy armor are _so_out of fashion! You look like you're ready to play a role in a grade B space opera, rescuing dragons in distress and beheading the seductive virgins who ensnared them! But seriously, I _do_have one thing you might like! I have a _darling_silk-lined and silver-washed chain mail vest and silk loincloth outfit that would look _stunning_with your scales. That dreadful armor of yours would even go well with it!"

"I'm more interested in that purple cocktail dress over there," Jak said, striding past the more common wares to the more expensive designer-label creations.

"Oh? Well! I I'm afraid I really don't know if I have _that_in your size, darling! And I truly hadn't thought you were the type!" The panther lady replied with a grin. "But I'm _sure_we could get our seamstress to make one to fit you. It would be _so_amusing to see you wearing it!"

"It's not for me, no," Jak replied with a laugh, enjoying her sense of humor. "I'd like to buy it for one of my newest slave girls. Size twelve for most of her, but I think your seamstress _will_need to start with a size eighteen tall, and tailor the lower half down to a twelve, to accommodate her bust. The dress will need a large tail hole, as well. She's a sergal, with the biggest tits I've ever seen on anyone of her species." He took his phone out of his pouch and showed her a picture of Kate.

"She's lovely! And that deep purple _will_go quite well with her coloration. You never cease to amaze me, Jak. Most slave owners would _never_dress their slaves in such fine clothes. And you have _quite_the eye for women's fashion. Are you _sure_you don't like wearing dresses yourself?" She replied. "Just teasing, of course. It would be best to have her come in for the alterations. When can she be here?"

"I'd like to try to surprise her with it. Could you try to make it up and deliver it to my estate by tomorrow afternoon?" Jak asked. "I'd gladly pay for your seamstress to make a house call at my estate when it is delivered, for any final alterations. And I suppose I _will_look at that vest outfit, for me."

"For you, my dear, of course!" she replied, noting down the information, and showing him to the outfit she had mentioned for him. He ended up buying that outfit for himself, as well as several skimpy outfits of bedroom wear for each of his favorite slave girls. He left the store laden with three shopping bags. While he could easily have had the purchases sent to his estate, he wanted to see the girls' reactions when he gifted them with these pretty things.

===

After several more stops, the sun was getting lower, but there would still be a few hours yet before dusk. Jak slowly started heading back towards his hotel, now carrying half a dozen assorted small shopping bags of perfumes, jewelry, and lingerie for his girls, and a new tranq pistol and thigh holster for Felrasa.

His path took him fairly close to the slave market, but through a less-traveled collection of back streets, a few blocks away from the larger crowds. As he walked past the mouth of one alley, a faint groaning sound caught his attention. He moved all of his bags to his left hand, pushed his hood back, and drew his short sword with his right hand, as he advanced cautiously into the alley.

At first he saw nothing amiss. The short, dead-end alley was filthy, with two large dumpsters and several smaller recycling cans for the two restaurants whose service doors opened onto the alley. But then another faint groan drew him to look closer at one of the dumpsters, whose rim was almost as high as Jak's eye level. The open-topped dumpster had an access door on the side which was latched shut and secured with a red plastic zip-tie, and it had a sign on that door, warning to secure the door if the dumpster was more than half full. A bag of similar short zip ties was fastened to a rail near the handle on the door. Judging from that, and seeing a set of low plastic steps positioned beside both of dumpsters, Jak guessed that the restaurant staff would use the side door until the dumpster was halfway full, then close and fasten the door and blindly dump any subsequent trash over the rim, to finish filling it.

He set down his bags, stepped on a rail on the end of the dumpster and above the highest access step, and hoisted himself up with his left hand on the rim and his sword in the right, to see what was inside. The dumpster was just over halfway full. Inside, half-covered by stinking food waste refuse, he found a naked feline teenager with bright pink fur, about the color of bubble gum. They were hogtied with a long pink strap, with a swath of gauzy pink fabric wrapped around their entire head and stuffed into their mouth as a gag, held in place by their bindings. It seemed they had been badly beaten, and they looked to be unconscious and barely breathing, but they moved just enough for him to be sure they were still alive.

"What the fuck?" Jak exclaimed softly. He stepped back down, cut the zip tie with the tip of his sword and sheathed it, and then opened the dumpster's side access door. The cat was indeed still breathing, and they didn't seem to be severely injured - just beaten up. Beside the cat was an unlocked slave collar, which matched the color of the leather strap they were tied up with. Jak fetched the collar out if the trash first, seeking to quickly identify the presumed slave and their owner. It was a very cheap leather collar - the kind the slave auction Masters provided for the poorest quality slaves when they were sold. It had no lock, and didn't look like it even had a data chip or tracking device - just a brass name plate on the front of the collar. The engraved name on the name plate read "Yurike", and had a slave registration number, but the space for the owner's name was still blank. He tossed the collar to the ground beside his bags, and then, as gently as he could, he pulled the unfortunate wretch out of the trash. As he untied the cat's bindings, he noted that the leather strap was a long pink leather leash that matched the discarded collar, and that the victim was male. A heart shape was perfectly marked on the guy's butt, in a slightly lighter shade of pink. His fur had probably been dyed by his seller, much as Kate's had been by her first Master. But there was something really weird about the end of his tail. It looked like it had been dipped in pink goo, or maybe like the end of the tail itself was somehow... melting.

Jak knelt beside the cat and unwrapped his head, tossing the fabric aside. The poor guy had taken quite a beating. His lip was cut and bleeding, blood was dripping from his nose, and bruises were forming near both of his eyes and on his left cheek, as well as in several places on his body. It looked like he had kicked several times and then been whipped severely with the brass snap-swivel end of the leash, all over his body, before he was tied up with it. But thankfully there were no serious open wounds, and no bones looked to be broken.

"Hey fellah! Wake up! Yurike? Is that your name?" Jak asked.

The cat slowly opened his eyes, revealing irises that were just as pink as his fur. "My... name? Y-Yurike, yeah. N-no. I'm... trash. Jus... lemme die. I'm just... trash. That's... that's what _he_said." he sighed dejectedly and looked away, facing the filthy ground.

"What who said? Who did this to you?" Jak asked. "Your Master? You would have _died_if you were still in that dumpster when it got emptied, bud. The trucks that take these dumpsters to the reclamation center dump them straight into a composting shredder. _Why_did he do this to you?"

The cat's eyes focused a bit better, and he looked around himself blankly before he said, "He... bought me... Last night. I.. I think it was... last night... anyway. He... seemed drunk, or maybe he was high. Didn't even... take me to his home... or to a hotel room. Just.. ordered me to... to serve him in this alley. I... I did my best, even though I'd never... not ever... But after I sucked his cock, he... said he wanted to fuck me. I took off what little clothes I had on, and... and then he... he went crazy! Called me a dirty faggot, and... worse things... and beat me up. He took off my collar and threw it away, tied me up, and threw me in the trash to die. Said I'd be... better off dead. Maybe.. maybe he was right. Nobody wants me."

"Sounds to _me_like he thought he bought a _girl_slave, and was homophobic," Jak suggested. "You _do_look pretty feminine. How did they have you displayed, when they sold you?"

"Ummmm... they had me wear a pink ankle length gauze skirt, with a pink g-string under it. The auction Master wanted to... to downplay my... my defect," Yurike replied, obviously embarrassed. "I guess... yeah, he might have thought I was a flat-chested girl."

"Well,_most_people in thisregion wouldn't care all that much about your gender, one way or the other, when it comes to a pleasure slave. It's not as if it was against the law, or even against local traditions, for people to enjoy same-sex pairings. But I've heard that some of the more obscure religious cults here can be pretty uptight about any sort of sex that can't make babies. If he was drunk, and part of a homophobic cult, and then realized he'd just had a _guy_suck him off... Man, some people are just scum. Well, no matter. It wasn't _your_fault he was such an asshole. Put your collar back on, so no one thinks you're a runaway slave. I want you to come with me. I'm not leaving you here, in this condition. If I leave you here, the slavers will scoop you up before dawn, and you'll be in deep trouble. They could easily claim you ran away from your Master because he beat you up. Just come with me, and I'll give you a safe place to stay, at least for tonight. We'll make a better plan tomorrow. Can you walk?"

"I think I can. May as well go with you, I suppose. I have nowhere _else_to go, unless I simply turn myself in at the slave market. But I suppose they wouldn't believe me that someone bought me and then just threw me away like that, even as shoddy as I am," the slave said dejectedly. He rubbed his wrists and ankles, grimacing with pain, but soon managed to stand.

The skirt that had been wrapped around Yurike's head had been splattered with sopping wet garbage, and stunk too much to re-use it, and there was no sign of the g-string he had been wearing when he was sold. Not that it mattered all that much, for a slave to walk around naked in public. Most slaves, of any gender, wore either just a loincloth and belt, or nothing at all, besides their collar and maybe wrist cuffs. But Jak had a reputation to protect, and he certainly didn't want anyone assuming it was _himself_who had roughed up the poor guy. So he wrapped the naked slave in his own cape, which almost dragged on the ground behind the smaller feline. Then he picked up his shopping bags in one hand, and with the other he gently led Yurikeby the hand out of the alley, and the two blocks back to his hotel. The cat himself didn't smell much better than his soiled skirt, after laying in that filth all night. But _that_could be easily remedied by having him use the spa bath in Jak's penthouse suite.

===

When they entered the hotel, Yurike held the cape's large hood fairly close around his face, to hide his injuries. He walked submissively behind Jak, as a slave was supposed to do, avoiding eye contact with everyone, while surreptitiously staring in disbelief at the grandeur of the lobby of the hotel that his unexpected benefactor had brought him to. All that most people could see of him was a vaguely slender form with an occasional glimpse of his bare, pink furred legs and foot paws. He self-consciously kept his drippy tail held up and out of sight with one hand, under the cape, trying to catch any drips with his own hand and side, so they wouldn't stain the plush carpets.

"Oh! Looks like you brought back someone to entertain you tonight?" the otter girl at the front desk commented. She winked at Jak and asked, "Should I send up that champagne now, honored sir?"

Jak, who was intent on getting some first aid for Yurike and possibly identifying the bastard that had abused this slave so badly, just grunted and shrugged, as he led Yurike straight for the express elevator to the penthouse.

===

Once he got them both to his suite, Jak left Yurike standing awestruck in the living room, while he ordered enough food from room service for three or four people. Then he got the first aid kit from the bathroom, and came back to treat the cat's wounds as best he could.

Yurike had carefully stayed off the plush carpets, and when Jak left his side he sidled over to a marble-floored area near the fireplace, where he hoped his tail drips wouldn't be a problem, and then froze in place. The goo on the tip of his tail slowly dripped onto the marble floor, but the splotches of pink quickly evaporated, even on the cold tiles. The young cat looked utterly stunned. "Y-you... live here? I've never dreamed such luxury could exist!" he commented, as soon as Jak returned.

Jak shook his head and said, "No, this is just a hotel I'm staying in for the night. But my real home is pretty luxurious too." He gave the cat some fairly strong painkillers, an antibiotic, and several vitamin pills, and a glass of water, and said, "Take _all_of that medicine, and let me get a good look at your injuries."

Yurike swallowed the pills and drank the entire glass of water, setting the empty glass on a nearby table. Then he submissively raised his tail and he stood with his feet spread shoulder-width apart and arms outstretched, as a slave on the auction platform would pose for a prospective buyer to look them over, while jack inspected him thoroughly, and applied an ointment to his worst bruises. The cat felt he should really remain silent, but seeing all the fine furniture and artwork and the amazing view out the windows , he just had to comment, "Wow. You must be _really_rich, to stay in a place like this. My Master... I guess I should say my _former_Master... I don't think he had much money," Yurike said. He looked like he was going to faint. "And he was never as kind as you've been to me. Not even when he first bought me."

"Sit!" Jak said, as he gently but firmly sat the cat down on the couch, and knelt to inspect and apply a soothing ointment to a bruised spot on the inside of boy's thigh. A few inches higher, and the kick that had made that bruise might have done serious damage to the cat's genitals. Jak looked up and said. "You're very lucky that he didn't kick you any higher. I think your Master was a bigoted, cruel and insensitive jerk. But not all slave owners are like he was. I don't treat _my_slaves badly at all. They enjoy serving me."

Yurike held his tail on his lap, hiding the tip with both hands and also covering his groin as he was forced to sit. "You... you're a Master too? You're not going to make me go back to him, are you? He doesn't want me!" he said, his voice rising in panic.

Jak held up one hand and said, "Calm down, okay? I'm not sending you back to him, no. Not if I have any choice in the matter. What I want you to do next is get a bath. This suite has a very nice whirlpool spa. It will get the filth off you, and ease the pain of those bruises. Then I'll dress your cuts after you've dried off." He stood up and led the unresisting cat to the tub, had him get in, and handed him a bar of soap and a bottle of expensive fur shampoo. "Towels are in that stand beside the tub. I don't need them myself, but there is full-body fur dryer built into the shower stall, and I think there should be brushes and other fur grooming supplies in the drawers over there. Don't worry about fouling the water in the tub. Just drain it when you're done. The maid that does the housekeeping when I check out tomorrow morning will clean and refill the tub when she sees it's been used, and I don't need to use it myself on this visit. If I change my mind, I can have her come up and clean the tub at any time. So, you enjoy a good, long bath, while I check your registration number and see what they have on file on that bastard that roughed you up."

"Y-yes sir," Yurike replied meekly.

===

Jak spent about thirty minutes on the room's computer system, accessing the slave owner's association database. With his credentials as a gold member of the association, he had full access to the records of all recent public and private slave ownership transactions in this city, as well as upcoming auction lots and individual slaves soon to be sold. He was just finishing his research when a knock at the door heralded the arrival of the girl who was bringing his room service food order. The food laden cart included a chilled bottle of champagne that he hadn't ordered, with a note saying 'complements of the management'. He had the girl leave the cart within easy reach of the couch, and tipped the girl generously before shutting the door an returning to check on his unplanned guest.

Yurike was just finishing brushing his fur when Jak found him. He had cleaned up pretty well, yet his tail still had that strange, drippy look to it. The soap scum remaining in the drained tub was all dyed a bright pink. "S-sorry about staining the tub," Yurike stammered. "The pink color oughta fade away completely once it dries."

"Don't worry about it," Jak said. "Cheap fur dye, I take it?"

"Ummm, no. It's... more complicated than that," Yurike admitted, looking very worried and embarrassed.

"Well, I want you to eat next. The food that I requested arrived while you were bathing. While you eat, you can tell me more about yourself. The food's over here," Jak said, leading the naked slave to the couch, and sitting across from him in a comfortable chair. He was pleased that the cat smelled a lot better now, but a bit confused by the bubblegum scent he was smelling, since that wasn't the scent of any shampoo, soap or body wash that he had seen in the bathroom cabinets.

"Y-yes sir," the slave said, utterly amazed that a slave owner would allow a slave to eat anything before they were completely finished enjoying their own food. He sat and then took a fairly small amount of food, but devoured it rapidly, and then took more.

Jak filled a plate of food for himself, uncorked the bubbly, and poured two glasses, handing one to the slave. "Your story checks out in the slave owner's association databases. You were bought last night by a Freeman. I have his name and address, but I couldn't find very much other information on the guy. Seems he was no one of consequence. But sadly, his mistreatment of you was within what was allowed for a Master to do to his slave. Leaving you helplessly tied in a place that could have led to your death could possibly have been be reported, and he could have been punished for that, if only there had been any other witnesses to his actions. But as it is, with it your word against his, we can't do anything legally to him for what he did to you."

"Yes, I never expected he could be punished for hurting me. I'm just a slave, and he legally owned me," the cat replied sadly.

Jak nodded and continued, "Anyway, I've also confirmed that he bought you late at night, at a rather low price, and that you were registered as his slave right there at the discounted sales platform. Then, only an hour or so later, there was another entry, apparently made from a public data terminal, which claimed your first Master re-sold you in a private transaction, but for an unspecified price, and to an unspecified new Master. Those fields are optional, since the buyer can use the sales transaction number alone when he registers you in person at a slave owner's association office as his new slave. But there was no corresponding claim to anyone having bought you in that private sale, and no re-registration for you. The bad news from that info is that if you leave here on your own, with no Master on record, _any_Slaver, or even any ordinary approved Master, who checks your registration number realizes you have no current owner, can claim you as their own property for just the nominal re-registration fee, and could then re-sell you at will. But the _good_news is that you _wouldn't_get treated as a run-away, as long as that collar is still on your neck. But there is one thing that is unclear to me. The record for your first Master purchasing you indicated this was your first time being sold, and yet you were marked down, as 'damaged goods'. So... why are you 'damaged goods? Had your breeder damaged you? Are you terminally ill or something?"

"I'm not sick. At least, I don't think what's wrong with me would be considered an illness, and it definitely isn't something I can infect others with," Yurike said. "But I am... defective. I'm eighteen, and I was bred in the slave pens. My breeder was hoping my mother, who was a rather attractive slave girl, could be bred to give him several new girl_slaves - because pretty kitty _girls_always fetch a much higher price as sex slaves than kitty _boys_do. But I was born a boy, and there was nothing special about _me, other than being naturally submissive, and having somewhat feminine looks. I had very ordinary light cream and white colored fur, and I didn't grow up to be muscular enough for the heavy work many male slaves do, or to be desirable enough to get a good price as a male sex slave. So after my eighteenth birthday, my disappointed breeder accepted an offer from a shady corporation that was doing medical experiments. They told him that if they could experiment on me, they could make me more 'exotic', and could permanently change not only my color, but also how I smelled_and _tasted. I suppose he should have been _really_suspicious when they said they would do it for free. Their process was far from perfect, and I could have _died_from what they did to me."

"Yeah, I guess he should have been more careful," Jak replied. "So, what did_they do to you, other than obviously making you pink all over? How did they change how you _smelled_and _tasted?"

"They put me in a pretty tightly confining glass tube, standing upright, and flooded it with a gooey pink liquid that smelled like bubblegum," Yurike explained. "I thought they were just going to fill it to my neck level, and that it was a dye and perfume bath of some sort. But when it went over my head, I was _certain_that they were going to drown me, and I screamed in terror. But when the fluid entered my mouth and lungs, I didn't drown. It hurt, a lot, when my lungs first filled up with that goo. I found it was so oxygenated that I could still breathe normally. I couldn't _see_anything through the goo that I was floating in, other than if it was light or dark near me. Even if I pushed against the back side of the tube with my arms and feet and pressed my face against the glass, the most I could see were vague, shifting shadows, and only then if the technicians got really close to my glass tube. But I could still hear them talking, just fine. After they got me to calm down, they told me that the company they worked for had been seeking to create a safer alternative to the cryogenic suspended animation 'Low Berth' tubes that are used on many starships for cheap passenger travel. Cold sleep works, but there is always a small risk that the person in the tube won't survive the thawing out process - and an extreme risk if the power to the system gets cut off, and the thawing is uncontrolled. Like a Low Berth unit, the tube and fluid I was immersed in was intended either as emergency life support for badly injured people, or for use in a passenger capsule for long space voyages, which could sustain the life of a person in a very confined space during the trip. But instead of freezing the passenger, their fluid could provide for their life support and medical needs, as well as waste elimination, and the passenger could remain awake or sleep as needed. The fluid is heavily recycled, so the cost is largely just for the power and nutrients and medications used."

"Sounds like a good idea to me, if they could make getting submerged less of an ordeal. I never liked the risk of death that's involved with cold sleep. So, other than it being unpleasant to start breathing that goop, what was wrong with their gear, and what did all that have to do with making you pink?" Jak asked.

"Their process was _severely_flawed, because the properties of the fluid also changed their body chemistry in several weird ways," Yurike continued. "The worst way it 'changed' the subject was the primary unwanted side effect that they were now striving to control, so they could turn the rest of what it did into a profitable 'benefit' of the process. But they refused to tell me any more about what that bad effect was, while I was in the tank. So I had no idea how I would be affected when I eventually came out, other than what they had told my breeder, that when they returned me to him, my color, taste and smell would somehow be different. I remained submerged for just under two weeks, breathing and swallowing the sticky stuff, which also tasted like bubblegum. Swallowing it was what fed me, and they slowly pumped in fresh goo near my head and pumped out the tainted goo from down lower, as it passed through my digestive system from end to end. When they finally drained the tank and I coughed the fluid out of my lungs, I was as you see me now. That was extremely unpleasant too, kneeling on the floor and retching to get the goo back out of my lungs and stomach. And for the next couple of days I shit and pissed nothing but pink slime. Heck, my body waste is _still_pink. My drippy tail was another defect in the process. When I asked about that, they finally admitted that the _worst_problem in the process was that if left in the tube too long or if the fluid mix was too strong, the subject's entire body would turn into a boneless goo. And once it went that far, they would still be alive, but couldn't survive outside the tube. They had been adjusting both the timing and the chemical levels, trying to find the safe limits, and had only barely gotten me out in time. It had already started changing the flesh and fur of the end of my tail into goo. But my tail and the stuff dripping from it shouldn't get any worse, and won't affect anyone else. It's more or less harmless at this stage. The worst part about it is the way it stains the water pink when I take a bath, and it can stain some cloth or carpet surfaces, if too much of it drips in one place, and it accumulates faster than it can evaporate. Usually though, it evaporates fast enough that my tail drips won't leave a trail of pink stains behind me. The tail drips are kind of like sweat for me now, a slow and steady drip of goo that evaporates soon after it disconnects from me, and like all my other body fluids, it tastes and smells like pink bubblegum."

"Bubblegum? Really?" Jak asked.

"Yeah. The pink color went kinda well with my already feminine looks, and my taste was certainly unique. You can even taste it when you kiss me, or lick my fur. But when I was returned to my breeder, my drippy tail really_creeped out all of the potential buyers. He complained to the lab that experimented on me, but they insisted the change wasn't reversible. The only thing they suggested was that the affected end part of my tail could be _amputated, if it really was too bad of a side effect," Yurike said. "After several failed attempts to sell me, my breeder finally dumped me on the discounted goods platform, late at night, when no one could get a really good look at me."

"That's rough, kid. But I suppose there's worse things than being pink, and having a 'drippy' tail tip. Sure beats your whole body being turned into goo!" Jak said. "Well, eat your fill, and get some rest on the couch there. I'll figure out what to do with you in the morning."

"Yes sir. But... well... you've been so kind to me, and asked nothing in return. I... well, I'd like to repay you, somehow, for your kindness," the cat boy said.

"No need, kid. It just rankled me to see someone 'thrown away' like that. Hits too close to home for... some of my own past experiences," Jak insisted. "I haven't always been as rich as I am now, okay? Besides, what could you offer me?" He had a good idea what was coming, but he wanted the slave to clearly make the offer on his own, since he had made no claim to owning the kid himself.

"Do... do you like, me? At least a little? If it doesn't offend you, honored sir, I could... offer you my virginity? The only thing I have ever done sexually was to suck my new Master's cock, that one time. He refused to fuck my ass, even when I freely offered it to him," the kitty replied hesitantly.

Jak's tastes usually ran much more to female partners, but... He looked at the slave critically. He could definitely see how, with a skirt and g-string on, the boy might easily have been mistaken for a girl. His features _were_rather feminine, and with that all-pink coloring, he was actually rather cute, in his own way. He nodded and said, "Your offer doesn't offend me. Don't worry about that. One of my free lovers is a female-looking hermaphrodite, with a cock every bit as large as my own in addition to all the usual lady parts. And in the few months since I inherited my grandfather's slaves and estate, every one of my new slaves, including a small number of males whose primary duties are as laborers in the estate's warehouse and support facilities, have formally submitted to me, and I've accepted their services in my bed. So I fully understand that just about any person's ass or mouth can give me the same kinds of pleasure, regardless of what gender the person is. And I do _enjoy_fucking a nice, tight ass. But you may want to think again, once you see what I have to offer. I'm pretty well endowed."

"I... I'm willing to try, honored Sir!" Yurike insisted, kneeling in front of Jak and looking up at him adoringly. "You saved my Life, and you've been so kind to me... For all I know, my _next_Master could be even worse than my last one was! I would be honored for it to be _you_to be my real 'first'. And... dare I hope? If I please you sufficiently, could it possibly be _you_who becomes my next Master? You _did_say that with me having no current registered owner, _any_Master could claim me, didn't you? You're a _very_rich man. Surely you can have as many slaves as you want? Can you have one more? Can I possibly convince you to want a defective creature like _me_as your slave?"

"Possibly, but on one condition," Jak said sternly, stepping close to tower over Yurike and crossing his arms. "I'll have to _insist_that you stop referring to yourself as 'defective'. You survived something that damned well could have _killed_you, something you had no real choice in avoiding, and you really didn't end up all that badly off because of it. Be proud of your good points, and forget about any minor flaws that you can't change. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes SIR!" Yurike eagerly agreed. "I'll do whatever you want, sir! I'm not very strong, but I could learn to do any chores a girl slave could do. I'll clean toilets, or make your beds, or... well, just about anything! Just please let me be _your_slave!"

Jak grinned, and said, "Convince me. If you please me well enough tonight, I will take you back to my mansion, so you can meet my other slaves and see how they live. If you all get along and you still want to be my slave, then I'll see about claiming you legally. You can start by taking off my loincloth, and pleasing me with your mouth. I don't expect a virgin to be an expert. Just do your best." Jak used his willpower to ensure that his _second_cock stayed hidden within its cloaca. No sense in freaking the kid out right off the bat.

The pink kitty boy eagerly leaned forward, unfastening the ornate buckle on Jak's belt and removing the belt and loincloth, setting them to one side. He paused only for a moment when he saw how long and thick Jak's cock was, even in a relatively flacid state. Yurike really had no preferences so far when it came to sex. As a person who had been born and raised to become someone else's sex slave, he'd had very little personal opportunity to see what he might enjoy, and preferring one type of sex over another was a luxury he could not plan to indulge in. He would be expected to do whatever his Master or Mistress demanded, and that was that. So he had schooled himself to keep his expectations open. He was grateful at least that his breeder had allowed him to watch other slaves performing various sex acts, so at least he had some idea of what to do.

Jak sighed happily as the kitty boy's soft mouth wrapped around his cock. Yurike wasn't getting it very deep into his muzzle, but he had a good basic sense for what to do with his raspy kitty tongue. But he could also see the cat wincing as the bruises on his face made the act somewhat painful. "That's pretty good, for a start," he said encouragingly. "But I'm hard now, so I won't ask you to do any more of that, for now, considering what you've just been through. Get on your hands and knees on the couch, and wait there. I'll fuck your ass as soon as I can find some lube."

Yurike got on the couch, and offered Jak his drippy tail tip with one hand. "Just use the goo from my tail. It's pretty slippery, and it won't evaporate if it remains in contact with flesh or fur. Mine, or yours. Just use my tail like a paint brush, to apply it."

Jak chuckled and said, "Well, that seems handy. Sound like you've thought that one through. Ever tried it yet?"

"Well, if it gets on my hands or fur, I have to wash it off, and I couldn't help but notice how slippery it is," Yurike explained. "But I've... never applied it back there yet. Not even to try a finger up my backside."

Jak took the tail in his hand and looked closer at the goo, without touching it. He could smell the bubblegum scent quite clearly. "And you're _certain_that this goo won't have a bad effect on me?"

"Positive," Yurike claimed. "The stuff that drips from me is _similar_to the goo I was soaked in, but a lot less potent, and missing a couple of critical catalyzing chemicals. It can't hurt anyone. My breeder and the technicians at the lab that changed me all handled my tail and got my tail goo on them, with no ill effects. One of the techs even sucked on my tail and swallowed a whole mouthful of the goo, to prove to my breeder that it was harmless. They swore that even the pure, full-strength goo that they used on me in the tank is harmless, as long as you don't soak your whole body in the stuff and breathe the stuff and consume nothing but goo as food for more than a week. Their experiments didn't show any changes to the subject's body at all if they decanted them in six days or less, and washed it off. The color and taste changes don't show up until just shy of two weeks, and then the body dissolves into goo a few days later. But they needed it to be safe and have no after effects for at least two weeks, and preferably for up to six months, if it was to be useful as an alternative for cryogenic sleep tubes in Low Berth."

"All right then," Jak said, painting a glop of goo on the cat's puckered bung hole, and then working a finger into his butt to push some of the lube inside and loosen him up enough to fuck. The cat groaned and began to purr about the time he eased his third finger into the boy's tight, virgin ass. "All right, I think you're as ready as you'll ever be. Just try to relax. I'll take it slow."

"Yes sir. I'll... OH! Oh wow! Unghhhh, that's so big!" Yurike groaned.

"Damn you're tight kid!" Jak said with a grin. "But that goo sure is slippery all right. Going to pick up the pace now. Let me know if your injuries make this too uncomfortable, and I'll stop."

Yurike could hardly believe that Jak gave a damn about his own comfort in this, let alone that he might consider ceasing his pleasure to keep from hurting a mere slave. "I'm fine, honored sir," he insisted. "Those bruises look a lot worse than they feel, and the soak in the spa tub and those pills you gave me helped ease my pain a lot. I'm... really feeling quite... relaxed..."

Jak nodded and pounded the cat's ass furiously, seeking to finish quickly. His second cock extended on its own, sliding along the cat's ass and beside his tail. Soon he groaned and unloaded both cocks into and all over his submissive guest. "Unghhhh! Oh yeah, that was good. Now I want to taste you. Over on your back, buddy." He withdrew and knelt beside the couch turning the cat over onto his back rather more forcefully than he had planned.

"Wait, what?" was all Yurike had a chance to say before he realized Jak was opening that sharp-toothed maw of his and descending on the cat's shaft. He gasped a strangled "yipe!" as his cock vanished into Jak's mouth, fearful that his host was now going to bite the damned thing off and make him a eunuch! But Jak kept his teeth safely positioned, and all Yurike felt was pure pleasure, as for the first time in his life someone else sought to give _him_sexual pleasure! "Ohhh! OHHHH! Aughhhh!" he groaned, as he flooded Jak's mouth. With his eyes half-closed, he looked over at Jak, and saw for the first time that Jak had _second_cock above his first. "T-two of them?" he sighed incredulously, before closing his eyes and going limp.

Jak swallowed the guy's gooey mess, then stood up and wiped his mouth. "Heh! Yeah, it really _does_taste like bubblegum," he said. Then he looked down at Yurike and chuckled, realizing that the exhausted cat had passed out completely.

Jak found a spare blanket and draped it over the unusual pink slave boy, before heading for his own bed, alone. He was fairly certain this guy would make a good addition to his collection of slaves. He would find out tomorrow.