{"sf1_id":129029,"sf2_id":"4nA5lLMn","title":"My Life as a Slave 2","author":"Mat and Mari Productions","words":698,"posted_at":"2010-03-02T23:42:00.000Z","tags":["Cub","Fear","Plot Development","Slave"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/129029-my-life-as-a-slave-2","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/4nA5lLMn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/fa/af/faafaf29-e84d-4f62-9a47-11ab3f9c4d8b","description":"#2 of MLaaS","content":"\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy Life as a Slave\n\nThe Ride to Work\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Well my life has just been prolonged by a fortunate set of happenings. It might be unfortunate actually it all depends on the master or mistress. I have fears as well as hopes for the future. I hope I won't have to endure any more shocky sticks. Those hurt, but if it the slaves is punished then they deserve it and would have to endure.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My mistress put me into a stretched sort of thing kind of like a van like what they brought me in to that horrible place. I was unsure of getting in one of that sort but I had no say, slaves never have a say. I liked the smell of this one though, it didn't smell of what I thought was death, and misery. It made me feel somewhat at well I can't describe it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I heard her talking to the driver about 'heading home' to me it will be where I work till the day I die, slowly becoming more and more useless. Then finally dying of overwork, whatever that means. I heard some of the repeaters talking about it. They knew more than I did so what did I know.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She then started taking to me about my physical health. Which I didn't understand, masters never care about the help, except when they are unfit which requires punishment for letting themselves get too sick to work. She told me that I was going to get into a good condition because I could die of what she said \"malnutrition\" whatever that was, I didn't like the sound of it. I mean sure I was only fed once a week on a good week but I wasn't really that hungry.\n\n\"Master permission to speak,\" I said.\n\n\"What is It Haku,\" she asked.\n\n\"Why, are you concerned about my health, masters aren't supposed to worry about a slaves health,\" I said afraid for speaking out against her thoughts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I waited for several seconds no moving looking at the ground. Nothing happened, I looked at her and I saw a look of some emotion I couldn't describe on her face. I feared it might be some sort of anger that made you feel bad inside. But she just kept looking at me like that. I apologized to her for speaking out against her and said I am ready for my punishment.\n\n\"Look Haku I understand that they taught you things in what I can assume is horrible but you can't believe what you heard, but I must admit there are masters out there like that. Do you have dreams,\" she asked\n\n\"My dream is to serve my master in every way that I can,\" I replied.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She just tut tuted, and that was the end of it. I spent the rest of the ride thinking on what she meant. I think she means she is much, much worse. I hope not but fate has not been kind to me. So here is my fate, living with a lynx who is a cruel sadistic monster and I would have to suffer everyday.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; When the 'home' came into view I was amazed that one could have so much of a huge house there must have been at least 5 floors from the looks of it. I was still worried that I would live down in the basement with the big hairy bugs that bite.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She had me follow her into this big 'house' and I was scared of what she was going to do to me when I got there. She took me to the third floor and to the last hallway and I was told the last room on my right was mine. I went inside and I found it was complete with everything I could ever need most of all a warm bed. She told me the bathroom door was in the lower left corner of my room. Which I found shocking, this might not be so bad after all.\n\nSpecial Thanks to:\n\nDasher Cheatah, havenofimage, averis, and all of my watchers\n\nand all of thoses readers\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"MLaaS","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/128798-my-life-as-a-slave.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/129334-my-life-as-a-slave-3.json"}}