Lexi Left Bare
#1 of Lexi Left Bare
Lexi sat in darkness. Well, she lied, at least partially. A little light trickled in through the edges of the box, as it wasn't airtight. But, for the most part, she couldn't see anything. She couldn't even really see her hands in front of her face, much less her dirtied body, or her ripped and torn dress. Not that she really needed to see them - being carried in a box sort of left you without much to do. At least the cracks let in air; even slaves needed air.
She shuddered at the word. Slave. That's what she was now. Her captors had burned her village to the ground, capturing all they could and killing the rest. They'd been separated at each stop, until finally, she was alone. She already missed them, already wondered what happened to her fellow deer. What about Lana? Or Ili? Or any of her other friends? They'd lasted until the last night's camp, only being taken from her within twenty-four hours. Her heart went out to them, as their new masters looked rough. Very rough.
As for her own fate, once again, she knew nothing. She'd picked up snippets and nothing more; none of her guards were particularly talkative about their end destination. At the least, she had garnered she would be a special slave, one for a wealthy buyer. But beyond that, she knew nothing. For her own good, she'd learn not to ask.
Then again, for a slave at least, they'd treated her surprisingly well. Nothing really painful, just cuffs on the ear, or rough shoving. It may have seemed bad, but compared to the whippings she'd seen the others endure... She couldn't help but be thankful for whatever protection her new master afforded her. She'd put that thankfulness right next to the burning hatred of being a slave. It would do well there.
Within the last several hours, she thought they'd finally reached a place of civilization, outside of the endless wilds and woods. She could hear the hustle and bustle of a city; the sound of deals being brokered and families fighting; the sound of lovers together, hidden under eaves; and the sound of guards chasing a petty thief. Deer hearing could be quite sensitive when it needed to be, not that it had done her tribe much good.
The sounds gradually faded away, and while she could still hear it in the background, the box she stayed stuck in had left the business of the lower districts and the markets. That, and the steady tilt of her box implied walking uphill. Only nobles and rich merchants would live further up, even she knew that. Considering how 'special' they called her, she really shouldn't be surprised at that either. Of course it would be someone rich.
A door clicked in front of her, then slammed shut behind her. Carefully, the doe crouched low, hackles rising and ready to strike. Her new master would be waiting, she could be sure of that. She wouldn't want to give him a bad first impression, would she?
Given the chance, she'd gore his throat out.
With a thump, the box clattered to the ground, jolting the doe onto the floor of it, sending shocks of unexpected pain through her body. Lexi groaned, struggling to sit back up just as the front of the crate slammed to the ground. Harsh, yellow light assaulted her vision, nearly blinding her with its sudden and terrible brightness. Her eyes clamped shut, trying to adjust desperately, leaving her temporarily helpless. A hand clamped around her neck, dragging her and then throwing her into the ground outside of her prison.
Her resistance, her careful planning, shattered under the short burst of pain and sudden force. With a groan, she managed to get to her hands and knees, only to be shoved back to the ground with a paw on her back. "Stay," a rough, canine's voice instructed. Right. Stay. She could do that.
"Do open your eyes, won't you?" This voice was much different from the first. Where the former was gruff, abrupt, this one spoke of high culture, refined and sharp. She didn't know which she preferred.
Slowly, she managed to look again. With her new position on the floor, she couldn't see much. She could see the bottoms of black, formal pants and a rabbit's paws mere inches from her muzzle. She could see the rich hardwood floor that her body so roughly pressed against. She could see the bottoms of furniture, decorated with filigree and etchings. She couldn't see who kept her down, nor who talked to her beyond their race. Well, she could see enough to know she hated them.
"Grithal here is going to let you up. You will not run. You will stand slowly so I can have a look at you, and you will obey every word spoken to you. Nod if you understand me." The cultured voice came back, Lexi easily able to associate it with the rabbit this time.
Lexi nodded, a small nod, the only thing her proximity to the ground would allow her.
"Grithal, if you will?" The paw moved from her back and Lexi moved to obey. Hands and knees came first, then she shakily rose to her hooves. Her new vantage point allowed her to finally see who spoke to her, though her awareness reminded her others still stood behind her. The rabbit, for he was a rabbit, stood straight as a ramrod. He wore a finely tailored suit and looked down at her with a clear sense of disdain. Worst of all, he stood a full two feet above her, having to look down his nose to see her face.
A canine's hand, Grithal she could presume, lay on her shoulder, keeping her in place with an implicit threat. The trio stood silent for a moment before the rabbit finally nodded his head once. "You'll do. Follow me." The rabbit spun on his heel, turning to leave, but stopped, looking over his shoulder. "Ah, you gents have been paid, correct?" A murmur of agreement replied, and the rabbit nodded again. "Very good. Come, doe."
A moment of hesitation. Lexi hesitated, just for a second. She could try and run. She really could give it a shot. But she needed food, water. Perhaps later would be easier. With that in mind, she stepped forward, following along. Her hooves clicked against the ground, announcing her hooffalls to everyone. She'd need to find a way to muffle that.
The rabbit led her through twisting halls, the great lengths starting to confuse her. She came from a village, nothing more. Their largest home boasted four rooms and nothing more. But this, this manor seemed to stretch on forever. Who needed all this space? It felt to her like it would never end, but thankfully the rabbit finally stopped, waiting for her in front of a door. He reached a white-gloved hand forward, holding the door open for her like a classic gentleman. With a cold hearted glare, Lexi walked past him into the room beyond.
Oh goddesses, the room felt hot. Steam billowed in the air, wet, moist and altogether uncomfortable with her thick hide of fur. It obscured her sight for a second, but no more. The room itself was the most fantastical bath house she'd ever seen. The pool seemed to stretch on forever, the water warm enough to keep the entire room shrouded in the steam. Vaguely she heard the door shut behind her, but the water before her more than kept her attention. She'd never seen so much of it in one place before.
"Dress off, doe." The rabbit's voice reminded her. She glanced over her shoulder, giving him a dirty look and shaking her head. Did he really expect her to strip in front of him? Indecent.
"No." She mumbled, speaking for the first time. Her voice surprised even herself, rough and coarse. Keeping quiet without water would do that.
The rabbit strode forward, standing inches away from her. Without warning, his hand struck out like a krait, slapping her muzzle hard. With a cry of pain, she grasped at her cheek, but he didn't stop there. His other hand grabbed her neck, picking her up from the ground and lifting her a solid foot in the air. For once, she could look him in the eye.
"Stop it. I know your kind. You'll want to disobey, to be a pain in the ass. But, you will be good, and you will learn, and you will please your master. It is my job to ensure that you are clean for him, and you will not make my job more difficult. Understand?" His words were punctuated with a tightening of his fingers, nearly cutting her airway entirely. Her fingers scrabbled at his hand, but she couldn't budge him, the rabbit somehow infinitely stronger than her.
She resisted. She tried, for her pride, Lexi fought. She kicked, but nothing she did moved his grip. And the longer she fought, the harder it became to breathe. Finally, she slumped in his grasp and nodded her head, giving in.
All at once, his hand released her, dropping her unceremoniously to the ground. "I'm glad we have come to an understanding. Now, stand and strip," the order came again, just as cold and uncaring as the first time.
Bastard.
Somehow, she managed to stand again. With shaky hands, she removed her dirtied dress, letting it drop to the floor. Her underthings came next, leaving her fully nude in front of the rabbit. She couldn't help but blush fiercely, hands and arms moving to hide herself away as best she could. Lexi could at least try and preserve some sense of her modesty. She even pressed her tail against herself tightly, the little fluff of a thing helping.
"In the bath."
Of course. She turned away, one glance, making sure that he stayed where he was. Carefully, she waded into the water, the warmth doing wonders for her sore and tired muscles. Truth be told, even for her kind, Lexi had been a beauty. She'd been a hot commodity back in her home village, many of the village's elders trying to mate her with their sons. But, she'd held out, keeping herself 'pure'. Perhaps she shouldn't have.
Regardless, she bathed herself. The sides of the bath had an ample amount of soap and shampoo, and the steam did a decent enough job of hiding her form away from the prying eyes of the rabbit. Her brown fur didn't show much filth, but her white undercarriage was disgusting, and her long brown braid needed to be cleaned quite thoroughly.
She noticed with mild surprise that a stack of towels waited for her on her exit. She wrapped one around herself for modesty's sake and dried off the best she could with another, though her fur stayed damp. The rabbit, to his credit, did not leer. He watched her occasionally, but she didn't see any interest in him at all. She honestly thought he would be all over her by now, perhaps a little vain on her part.
"Leave the towels." Of course. Naturally, they'd want her nude. As much as it pained her, she let her towels drop to the floor again, but her arms did cross against her chest. They would have to work for it.
The rabbit didn't give a damn, at least. "Follow." The same order came out, him leading the way once more, not even bothering to check that she followed. Maybe she could just wa-
Another slap, before she could even notice. She whimpered, half doubling over from the unexpectedness of the whole affair. His hand lifted her back up, not even giving her time to milk her hurt. "I said follow," he repeated, voice growing colder.
Lexi followed, once again taking to the halls. Her face stung, and her body felt exposed. She did her best to hide it, but anyone passing could see her nudeness. Fortunately, the halls seemed empty, only her hooves clacking against the ground making any sound.
Eventually, they reached a courtyard. Lexi still couldn't estimate exactly how big this house was, but it was big enough to have a secluded, fairly large courtyard within its heart. She glanced around, seeing no one. Why'd they come here?
The rabbit led her on though, her eyes finally falling on their objective. Stocks were placed in one of the corners, next to a small...was that a forge? A table nested against the forge, arrayed with tools and plenty of metal that she couldn't make out. A long rod poked out of the flames, though she couldn't make out what it ended on.
Her heart ran cold. She didn't like this, didn't like it at all. She stopped moving, slowly, stopping entirely as far away she could. Unfortunately, her keeper noticed, the rabbit turning towards her, staring at her.
"We don't have all day. Come." He scowled at her hesitation and lifted the top of the stocks up, exposing the internals to lay on. "You're going to go in them one way or the other. You either go in them on your own free will, or I shall force you in them," he explained, slowly.
Lexi shook her head, taking a tiny, almost unnoticeable step back. But the rabbit noticed, and he pounced.
For such a fluffy, prey animal, the rabbit acted rather predatory. He closed the gap within seconds, before Lexi could even start to run. In fact, she didn't even realize what had happened until she was face first on the ground, pain exploding through her. She groaned, but he gave her no slack. His hand grasped at the back of her neck, roughly dragging her across the ground.
Lexi would be given no reprieve either, as the rabbit lifted her up by the neck and dropped her into the stocks. So paralyzed by pain and stuck in a haze, she didn't even fight back when he secured her hands and dropped the heavy wood around her. She well and truly couldn't move her front now, even if she wanted to.
Unbeknownst to her, bars hooked to her legs, forcing her into a half standing, bent over position. Another bar went between her legs, keeping her stance rigid, unmoving. Her tail was likewise secured with a rope attached to the top of the stocks, keeping her nethers forcibly exposed. The rabbit did all this quickly, efficiently, as if he'd done it a hundred times before. Belatedly, Lexi realized he just might have.
Lexi managed to come back around, albeit slowly, the haze of pain clearing. It still ached, but she could concentrate, breath, and -- most importantly -- watch the rabbit. She watched him grab the end of the rod, carefully pulling it from the fire. She could finally see the end and almost wished she hadn't.
The rod stopped in a brand. One that currently glowed white hot, one shaped like a circle inset with a triangle. In the middle, she could see two characters in the triangle: "MW". She shivered, flinching away from the heat, trying to pull her way out of the stocks; but she could scarcely move her tail, much less the rest of her.
Her eyes darted around, looking desperately for a way out, meeting with the rabbit's, pleading, searching. "P-Please. Don't," she whispered, hoping that he had some empathy inside of him still.
He smiled and her hope died.
"Fuck you. Fuck you, so much," she mumbled.
Lexi could feel the heat already approaching her hide, too quick, much too quick. But it stopped, mercifully it stopped. "No. I'm just the one that prepares you," he said, simply.
The brand pressed against her skin and Lexi could do nothing but scream.