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Shadi was led by her leash obediently up the gangway into the hold of the massive airship docked against the castle's ramparts. Naked, exposed, and humiliatingly still dripping her new master's seed between her legs, she kept her chin tucked against her chest, her tail wrapped around her waist and midriff to try and preserve what modesty she still had to shield.

The golden chain attached to her thick, gold collar rattled as the many tailed vulpine tugged on it, hurrying her along at a brisk trot. The icy chill of the wind bit at her extremities and her exposed intimate areas, and one could have probably sharpened steel upon her nipples for how goddamn hard they were! What did he think he was doing with her? Didn't he realise just how cold it was out here!?

As if reacting to the thought, the male stopped, still halfway up the gangplank, and turned to face her, shrugging off his thick leather coat. He offered it out to her without a word, and without any thanks, she snatched it from his paws and bundled it around herself. It wasn't exactly warm, per se, but at least it kept the biting wind and the lusting eyes off of her. He gave her leash another tug, and she fell back into step, being marched towards an open hold in the side of the ship, the last entryway onto the spectacularly massive vessel.

She had seen airships before of course and knew how they worked, but even so, she felt like an ant at the base of a cliff, straining her neck backwards in an attempt to try and see the top of the giant, elongated dirigibles that kept the rest of the suspended hull aloft.

"Come on girl! There will be no time for your gawking now that you belong to me. Come now! Quickly!" He snapped at her, giving her leash another sharp tug. Her neck hurt from the force of it, and looking back at her feet, she shuddered inwardly.

Perhaps this would be all that came of being sold. She was trading one hell for another. He dragged her into the shadow of the hull, before moving her in front of him, and pushing her forward. Darkness loomed in the waiting hold, and panic gripped her, icing her feet to the gangway. She stopped a few feet short of the doorway.

"P...Please, don't-" His paw came down hard upon her exposed rump, making her jump forwards before he gave her another shove of encouragement, making her stagger dangerously close to the threshold of the hull door.

"Hurry up slave! I don't have all day. If you thought last night was busy, you'll be wishing you were back in the castle, that's for sure! I own you now, and you listen to me, or I'll have you thrown overboard!" He snapped and lifted his foot. Planting it against her back, he shoved and pushed her into the enveloping darkness. Despite herself, she let out a scared little squeak.

Her eyes had gotten so used to the half-light of the caves below the castle that they adjusted quickly, but she still jumped when the heavy doors slammed shut behind her. The chamber she'd been forced into was to the fore of the ship and was small, crushingly so, and lit by glowing tube lights that ran along pipes suspended at the top of the walls. It was like a holding cell of some sort, with a heavy, iron-barred door on the opposite wall.

As if on cue, a lock shifted with a heavy clunk, and the bars swung inwards. She felt her masters paws at her neck, and froze, panic making her heart race within her chest. He clutched her collar, and within her mind, she panicked,

_Onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineteneleven- _She counted in her head, the numbers racing by in a fraction of a second, her eyes clenched shut against whatever was about to happen to her.

"Stop flinching. I don't strike my slaves."

The words caught her off guard. So off guard, in fact, that her confusion momentarily overrode whatever fear she had felt. The chain was separated from her collar with the sound of a small clinking as the latch fell open.

Oh, of course. She was on board the ship now. Once they cast off, she would have no chance of escaping anywhere else until they made port again, and-

"Stop." He growled, more forcibly this time, and it gave Shadi pause, the little lioness opening her eyes at last. Isiat was standing before her, and trying to push an armful of clothes into her waiting paws. The chain had been lazily tossed into the corner.

"I... Uh..." Aside from her performances, she had never been offered the luxury of clothing. Was he wanting her to perform again for him already? Here?

"Take them, and put them on. It'll do until I can take you to the baths and have Scion rustle you up some proper clothes. They'll add to your debt, of course, which is already considerable, but I'm sure you'll appreciate the benefits of not freezing to death above decks." He explained, and hesitantly, she took the clothes before retreating a step or two.

Part of her vaguely remembered her modesty then, and she covered herself with the finely stitched garments or at least fine by any standards of anything she'd ever been allowed. After her years of captivity, it felt strange to have this male, this- No, her master. Still her owner. She was still a slave after all.

Politely, he turned his back to her to allow her the privacy to change. He may as well have not bothered. It wasn't as if he hadn't already seen her naked, and that was the least of it... The gesture alone was surprising, and unexpected, and quickly as she could, she tugged the pair of trousers and overshirt over her bare fur. True to his word, it indeed was warm...

"I... Thank you, sir." She managed after a few moments and went to bow her head. He waved the gesture away, stopping her in her tracks.

"Isiat, please unless there is company present. I'm sorry for being harsh on the gangway. The canines need to believe I'm not just going to release you at the first port. I'm not, by the way, before you get your hopes up." He interjected, taking that momentary spark of possibility and dashing it with the deftness of a bucket of water on a single smouldering ember.

"I understand."

"No, you really have no idea. At all. None. Nobody does when they first come on board. But this is my ship, and everyone plays by my rules, or they get to take a long drop with a sudden stop at the end. Clear?" His icy gaze stared her down until she nodded in submission. At least his eyes couldn't crawl over her flesh, bare and exposed. It was an odd comfort having clothes on again, even if they were rough and someone else's first.

With a gesture, he bid her follow him through the internal gate, leading into a corridor lined by the same glow tubes running along the walls. There was a steady hum building in the ship like something was rattling at the very foundations, and it was gradually growing louder as they followed the narrow corridor, ending at a set of stairs that arched upwards like a ladder.

Her new owner took them two at a time, slipping a small ring of keys from his pocket, and flicking through them until he found the one he wanted. With a click, the lock holding the hatch in the floor closed sprung open, and he pushed the door upwards with a grunt. He clambered through and turned to offer her his paw.

Hauling her upwards, Shadi took in her new surroundings with surprise. This was... Far more lavishly furnished than any room in the castle that she had ever been in. The rich green carpets, curtains on the windows, bookshelves, dark, hardwood furniture. It all reminded her far too much of the men she'd had to serve. High, mighty, and able to buy whatever they fancied simply because they could. She felt herself shivering again, despite the room actually being quite warm.

She had hoped that this man would be different from her past masters, but the iron chain loop on the floor by a polished silver dancing pole and a chaise reminded her otherwise. There was only one reason a businessman would keep such things in what was obviously his office. Maybe he wasn't so different from her previous owners, and she was merely good to look at, to fuck, and to breed.

"What... is it you wish of me?" She hesitated to ask him, but she was certain already of his answer. Part of her would have rather been done with it sooner than later, and get all the necessary unpleasantries out of the way.

He didn't answer at once though and instead walked around his desk, helping himself to a glass of water in a fine crystal glass. She was surprised when after a moment, he offered it to her instead. She took it as she was expected, and bowed her head slightly.

"I expect you to help me make a return on my investment. Nothing more. How you go about that is entirely your choice. You may roam the ship as you please, and I'm certain there are many other small businesses onboard that would delight in having a new pair of paws to help out, but..." He paused and met her once more with that gaze that made her feel as naked as when she had first been taken by the vulpine upon the dance floor.

"You were a pleasure slave. A highly prized one at that. I fucked you as a pleasure slave and made my choice to buy you, knowing you were a pleasure slave. It's even marked on your collar."

He gently reached up as he stepped forward, taking one of her paws, and delicately extending her finger until it was brushing across the smooth gold surface of her collar. She felt the runes beneath her leathery paw pads. Isiat grunted and growled out a word in the harsh, western canine dialects.

"Konscubin. One who is for pleasure. The symbol is right there. Beside it, breeder. Besides that, dancer. I'm allowing you to earn your freedom by simply doing what you've been trained to do already. You'll have my full assurance that no harm will come to you while I am your owner, and you will not be forced to do anything that you don't wish to. But, I will allocate ninety percent of your... expenses towards debt repayment. It's a good deal. For most of the slaves, only half of what they make goes to their debts. The rest goes back into the vessel as taxes and upkeep." He explained quickly, letting his fingers trail across her throat slowly. She tilted her head to expose her neck to him before she realised what she was doing.

She shook away from his touch and looked at him both confusedly and accusingly.

"What do you mean debt repayment? And earning my freedom?" She almost hissed at him, though her voice was tinged with fear.

He simply laughed in response, his tails mimicking his mirth.

"Look at it like this. I paid a thousand Draskar for you, plus extra. Adding interest over time of say, a few percent, and I figure you have an outstanding balance in debt to me of around two thousand and some Draskar. You can work for me, or work on the ship. They're one and the same. But until your debt is paid, your collar stays on, and you remain my property. Once you've paid your debt, you are free to do as you will."

He fetched another glass from the desk, along with a bottle of something aged and amber, and poured himself a measure.

"I'll give you time to think it over, of course, but for now, why don't we take a bath, yes? You have a lot to learn, and it will take some time to adjust." He nodded at her, tipping back the glass into his muzzle before he took her by the paw, leading her onwards before she had a chance to protest or think anything over too much.

Shadi had so many questions, so many concerns! But very few of them she found the strength to ask him. What exactly did he intend for her? Was she to be kept chained up? Nothing here made sense yet, and the constant humming underfoot in the deck made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end almost constantly. The moment she thought she had managed to block it out, there it was again, as loud and obnoxious as ever!

"The deck..." She pointed out as he tugged her through a set of frosted glass doors, and out onto the main deck itself. The cold once more began its constant nipping at her bare feet.

"It's... Shaking?" She questioned him as he led her across the open space. A few of the crew mulled about between small buildings set up on its surface. The massive twin dirigibles overhead blotted out the sun with their sheer bulk. Isiat pointed to the edge of the airship nearest them, over the railing. Shadi spotted a massive wooden blade arcing up, then down, completing an almost perfect half-circle as it tilted back and forth, adjusting the direction it was pointing.

"It's the engines while we power up to speed. It'll get quieter once we're further from the castle and out of these mountain winds!" Isiat called her over the passive din above-deck. They ducked inside one of the small structures, but Shadi couldn't tell it apart from the next closest one. Isiat seemed like he knew where he was leading her at least, and seemed to follow a path she couldn't recognize with unerring confidence.

Once again, she descended into warmly lit corridors lined with the same tube lighting she'd seen elsewhere. The globes seemed to pulse slowly as if the source of their power was fluctuating, though how they worked exactly was beyond her. She'd seen their like before, but rarely in such abundance! The airship seemed to be equipped with all kinds of technologies and inventions that she'd only heard of in stories. Isiat caught her watching the globes as they passed, and grinned.

"Originally, this ship belonged to the dragons. They spared no expense on these vessels because they knew they would have to live on them for long periods, often months at a time. She has been my home for almost a decade now." He nodded, rapping his knuckles against the wall fondly as they continued walking.

He stopped suddenly, motioning to a door in the side of the hallway, and rapped on it twice before entering. Finding it empty, he motioned for Shadi to join him.

"Here. This is one of the bathhouses on board. You can recognize them by the symbol." He pointed to a rune carved into the door, before closing it after her, snipping a lock into place.

The room was dark, lit only by a single one of the glowing light tubes that had been shuttered closed. The floor seemed to drop away sharply, with wooden grates surrounding the pit. It took her a few moments to realize just what she was looking at. It had been so long!

Across from her, Isiat adjusted a pair of brass knobs on some pipes extending from the floor, and at once, a heated stream of water began to fill the large basin, wisps of vapour quickly clouding the air. She hesitated, watching him.

"Strip, Shadi. This much I will order of you. You need to be bathed, and your fur is in want of grooming. I won't make you do anything here." As if a symbolic gesture, he crossed his heart with his finger, grinning that grin of his that was almost infection. Even in the low light, his teeth seemed as white as his belly fur.

Quietly, shyly, she turned away from him and began to take the clothes he had given her not long ago off once more, sliding the shirt up and over her head. The fabric stung lightly when it brushed across the sores on her back, but she'd been hurting and exhausted for so long that she'd almost all but forgotten about them. She winced and felt Isiat's touch on her back as he lifted her shirt the rest of the way for her.

"Here, let me help." He insisted, but once the shirt was off and discarded on the floor, she brushed him away with a flick of her tail.

"I can do it, thank you..."

"As you wish." He bowed his head and stepped back quickly, allowing her to do the rest on her own. He was almost treating her with respect, something she found interesting, considering his position, and what work he expected of her.

Once she was naked, she turned back to him, covering herself with her tail and her paws, and sat on the edge of the tub, letting her feet dangle in the warm water while it filled.

"Are you like this with all your slaves?" She asked him, preferring her curiosity to the uncertainty of the sound of the tumbling water and his unflinching gaze.

"Just the pretty ones." He chuckled with a playful tease. "Most of my crew are slaves, and I've only a handful of guards for the entire ship, all of whom were at one point slaves themselves. It's easier to treat people nicely than it is to pay a hundred good men to prevent a mutiny." He elaborated on his explanation.

But only a handful? He must have been lying. Surely no ship this large... There was no way. The number of people alone to operate such a vessel must have numbered in the hundreds, if not thousands! And if most of them were slaves-

He could read the thoughts as they crossed her confused expression and offered an answer before she had formed the question in her mind.

"Presently, There are some two thousand and some souls aboard, including yourself. The High fortune has twenty-five decks, including the upper gantries, and it houses them all comfortably. You should speak with some of the other slaves aboard, but I've never once struck a slave or ordered them struck. I've punished drunkards and louts with time in a cell to reflect on their choices, but you'll find no whips aboard here. Most of my paid crew were slaves of mine as well."

Shadi nodded, still not quite understanding, but accepting his explanation without further comment. She sighed as she let herself slip into the water, and Isiat quickly shut the spouts off, removing his boots and socks. Fetching a small wooden bucket from the corner, he returned to the edge of the bath beside her, and knelt, rolling his trouser legs up until they reached his knees so that he too could warm his feet in the edge of the pool.

She flinched as he reached out, running a paw gently through her hair, and blushed hotly on the tip of her nose as soon as she realised what he was doing, combing it through with his fingers.

"I'll cut the ends for you. It won't lose much length at least, and should be a bit easier for you to manage then." He nodded, reaching into the bucket he'd brought over. She nodded, her little heart still racing with fear, but... Less so. She could tell at least that he didn't wish harm upon her, especially if the amounts he'd paid for her were anything to go by, and his previous manner of treating her.

But even so, she was reluctant to let him anywhere near her with a pair of scissors and hesitated just long enough for him to make a curious, rumbling sound. She turned slowly, facing her back towards him. She was a slave. It would do her no favours disobeying his directions already as if she'd earned her freedom.

"Do... Do what you wish." She sighed, resignedly. She resisted the urge to jump when she felt the cool metal touch of the scissors just below her shoulder blades, but true to his word, he handled her with a delicacy and care that wasn't granted with her position as his slave. Still, she cringed when she heard the first snips, the rasp of metal blades running across each other smoothly, the male carefully taking long bundles of her hair in his paws and cutting them off at even lengths.

The cut hair he placed in a neat pile beside himself, away from the water's edge. Between each stroke, he ran his fingers through her the remaining length, smoothing and straightening it before he made his next cut. He did this in almost silence, humming a quiet tune to himself as he clipped her crown and glory, and Shadi did her best not to flinch each time she felt the cold of the scissors against her body.

The tune was an old one, that much was obvious, for its flowing and gentle melody was one she recognized in parts, but in others, it was too distantly changed for her to follow, but she tried her best. The sense of order and rationality to the music had been all that had kept her sane this last week, like a grounding feature that was unchanging, no matter how chaotic all else was.

One two three four, one two three four...

"There. All done." He said with some finality, and Shadi let herself sag into the warmth of the water until it was lapping at the edge of her throat. Reaching back into the bucket, he retrieved a small cloth and a bar of soap from within, wetting it quietly as he worked up a foamy lather.

"You'll like it, I'm sure. I wasn't always a merchant you know. I've learned much in my travels around the world-"

"Why did you buy me?" She asked, turning her head so she could look at him. He paused, his muzzle wrinkling in thought.

"Call it a whim. Your father was offering a great reward and-"

"Not for business though. Why did you buy me?" Her gaze was unfaltering as his, but to his credit, and hers as well, neither of them backed down, holding the eye contact for a long time. Finally, it was he who broke first, returning to lathering the cloth between his paws.

"Nobody deserves to live their whole life with a chain around their neck, and an axe above their head. I've seen the worst of slavery, and I want nothing to do with that end of the spectrum. I buy slaves so that they can earn their freedom, and have the skills to survive on their own when they do. Plus, if they wish to stay, it's an easy transition from slave to crew. You had the skills to fill a position I wanted someone more... reserved for. Any whore can dance, but they can't dance like you did the other night." He simplified.

"Clients pay less attention to the fine print of a deal with a muzzle wrapped around their cock." He further broke it down, shrugging, with a modest, but unapologetic smile. Shadi's nose burned red.

"And you're wanting me... To..." She couldn't make herself say it, but her blush spread across her cheeks as well. It was humiliating, but... even so, just something about the way he spoke-

"I won't make you. If you want, I'm sure the bakers could use another set of paws, or really, whatever you wanted to do... But..." He paused, and shifted over slightly, placing one leg on each side of her. With careful, smooth strokes of his paw, he rubbed the soapy cloth over the backs of her shoulders and worked the later into her fur, peeling away dirt and grime that the simple cleaning she was used to in the caves just couldn't work out. Despite herself, she sighed, and felt her body relaxing, even through her trepidation. Her heart still fluttered, but... Less so. Despite everything he had told her so far, she couldn't deny that at least aboard his airship, far, far from the castle and the torture she had been forced through... She felt safer.

Or perhaps it was the exhaustion finally catching up with her. Maybe both. She didn't feel like she had the energy to resist what she had been made into by her captors. Now was no different, just perhaps this one didn't use a whip. Perhaps that was enough, just being spoken to like she wasn't a thing, a piece of meat, property... She had almost forgotten what it was like.

And Isiat hadn't been cruel to her, or hurt her deliberately in any way. He'd given her shelter, warmth, clothing... A bath. She let her shoulders sag, her long tail floating lazily on the surface of the water. She indulged the male in his touches and the soft rasp of the cloth as he scrubbed her fur clean. If he wanted to do this for her, let him. She knew of no other slave owners who would have lowered themselves to cleaning their property. That was what the help or other slaves were for.

"It's a special shampoo. Helps to get rid of any fleas or parasites you might have picked up, but you'll need to rinse well."

Her eyes drifted shut, and just enjoyed it. How many other chances like this would come by for her? Even if this was only a one-time thing, it was enough. A strange, new rumbling sound unlike the constant hum of the engines made her ears twitch. It took her a few moments to realize the sound was coming from her! She gave a surprised squeak and blushed as she realized that she was purring like a contented housecat, and at once put a stop to that! Her old masters had flogged her for making almost any sound at all. Slaves were to be seen, not heard, and she jerked away from his touch, her mind expecting the whip where there was none.

"Shadi? Are you alright?" He wasn't insincere, but neither was he a fool. Of course she wasn't alright! She had been stolen from her home, she had been raped, she had been forced to do whatever her canine captors had demanded of her, no matter how degrading! She had been a thing for the last several years of her life, no friends, no family, no reason to celebrate, or look forward to a new day! Part of her soul had been taken from her in those slave pens! She bit her lip, fighting not to scream all of this at her new master as she calmed her suddenly racing heart, and clenched her eyes shut to stop the tears from pouring down her cheeks.

Instead, she dunked her head under the water and waited until her lungs screamed for air before she came back up, her hair spraying droplets of water across the surface of the bath. Wiping her face, she opened her eyes again and felt the heavy weight of her collar threatening to drag her back under. She was still a slave, but Isiat wasn't looking at her like a slave.

There was something else, something behind that intimidating, icy blue gaze of his that could freeze a person to the spot under their scrutiny.

"I'm... I'm not, but thank you... It's all still new, but-" she faltered, watching his expression as he listened to her, and understood her. He simply nodded and offered her a friendly smile, perhaps the first truly friendly smile she'd seen in a long, long time.

"I understand this isn't freedom, not really. But without fail, for every slave aboard, it's a damn sight better than wherever I found them. Hopefully, it's enough." He chuckled, and even Shadi couldn't help but smile with him. Perhaps he really was different from the rest, she mused.

Lifting herself from the water, she sat on the channelled wooden grates beside the male and permitted him to lather the rest of her back. In a gesture that sincerely surprised Shadi, he offered her the cloth and soap so that she could wash her front half. She gave him a questioning look.

"I told you, I won't force you to do anything you don't wish. You might be a slave, but I'm not cruel by nature like some of those 'men' who held you captive." He seemed to spit the implied insult at the end, a faint growl passed his lips.

She raised an eyebrow, finding the tone he took to her amusement, and not entirely believing that his idea of slavery didn't come without its own conditions. She didn't know him well enough to make that judgement. He'd fucked her twice in as many days as he'd known her. Perhaps that said more about the man than he sly, more subtle promises.

"So when you took me in the castle then-"

"I did ask you to dance with me."

"I didn't know I could say no!" She spat out in a rush, making him recoil about an inch, one paw raised with an open palm. She couldn't deny there was a pang of resentment that hit her like a dart, and he could see it in her as well, his eyes betraying an expression as if a cherished family pet had just bit him.

"You couldn't. Not there, at least. They'd had people listening and watching me since the moment I sent my request to them for you. I apologize if it-"

Now it was Shadi's turn to raise a paw, stopping a lengthy apology. She understood needing to play a part as well as any dancer did. It didn't make what he had done any better than what her captors had done, but she didn't need him to explain his reasons.

"Don't... it wasn't." She blushed, her nose tip pinkening, and she was suddenly glad this room was only dimly lit.

"You were gentler than he would have been." She confessed. It was the truth after all. Even when he'd been Infront of all of her captors, she had still taken her pleasure from it, albeit, far more trepidatiously than his second dance. He was still an almost unknown factor in all of this, and he clearly had some greater motive for his kindness, even if it wasn't immediately clear to her.

"Would you be willing to do it again? I'll take a flat rate off your debt..." he grinned, almost sheepishly, like a thief asking politely for his stolen goods back.

It wasn't a question she'd expected though. Never in all of her years as a pleasure slave had anyone asked her if she wanted to do what she was kept in bondage before. Nobody ever thought of a slave doing anything but obeying unquestioningly, always thankful for whatever new perversions her captors forced upon her body, violating her without a single she'd of thought for if she wanted it. She was expected to want it. That had been enough.

The question sincerely stumped her, and she found herself looking at him, partly confused, partly lost for reason. She thought of all she had been through, and all she had forced upon her. She thought of Orez, and Mistress's whip, of being chained in a visitor's bedroom so they could enjoy her body as they pleased...

And then she thought of him. Perhaps it was the residual effect of the drug they had forced into her muzzle, or perhaps his question had unintentionally endeared her to him. Many, many thoughts and twice as many questions raced through her mind all at once like a chirping flock of parrots from her home, each one vying for her attention.

She let the warmth of the water wash them away as she slid forwards, before turning about, kneeling between the male's black-furred legs. His white covered feet dangled in the water by her sides, the fur on them drifting lightly with the ripples. He didn't comment, just watching her as she looked him up and down, as if indecisive.

"You know, if you don't want to..." He started, but Shadi at least had already made up her mind in that regard. Everything would be easier on her if she simply did as the male wished her to... As he expected her to. She was still just a slave. A dancing slave, who was good for breeding. She knew what was desired of her. She wouldn't shy from earning her freedom by taking the path of least resistance.

She placed her paws on the male's thighs, leaning in to brush her cheek against his groin with a soft, sultry purr. Her tail swished back and forth in the warm water, creating small waves that splashed into the grated gutters and quickly drained away from where it crested the lip of the bath.

She let the tips of her fingers drag up the inside of his thighs, her blunt claws taking across the sensitive areas just beneath the rough fabric of his trousers. Continuing upwards, she hooked them into the waistband of his pants beneath his belt, plucking at the buckle as she began to tug them down his legs. A quick motion from his paw stopped her, and instead guided her paws to the buttons that were straining from the inside, giving him a distinctly uncomfortable appearance.

Taking his hint, she left his pants as they were and instead let her dexterous fingers undid the buttons that were restraining him. Her paw wrapped around the root of his shaft, gripping behind his semi-swollen knot as his cock was freed from its fabric prison. Her warm fingers gripped him tightly, slick with water and his natural lubricants, and stroked over her length, her velvety paw pads caressing over swollen flesh and shaft.

She didn't hesitate to lower her muzzle down to his head, her wet, rough tongue swiping over his twitching maleness before she took fully the first half of him into her mouth, sealing her lips around him with a wet suckling noise.

Isiat just let out a quiet huff through his nostrils, his paws naturally finding their way to her large ears, gripping the small tufts atop them tightly. His hips rolled slightly as if he were trying the resist the instinctual urge to just fuck himself into her muzzle like she were a bent over canine bitch. To his credit, he restrained himself well though, and only gave small, careful bucks, content to let her do as she would and please her master.

Shadi didn't shy from the task. She'd spent all of recent memory perfecting the ways to please a male, how to get them off quickly with her cunt, her muzzle, her paws... Whatever it took to let her captors get their pleasure and be done with it so they could move on to harassing the other pleasure slaves. She closed her eyes and focused on the task she had set herself.

If pleasing this male would earn her freedom, then that's what she would have to do. The promise of it was far too alluring even for her to resist, even if he was to be lying about it, but he'd given her no reason to suspect that he was. He at least seemed to have some plan that he was working towards. Her canine masters had simply seen her like a permanent fixture in the castle, little more than something to enjoy in passing and then leave to the next person who desired a tight feline to fuck and humiliate.

At least with her new master, the worst she felt was embarrassment at how she must have looked. Her parents never would have approved of anything like this, but neither were they in her situation. Besides... She'd sucked off the leopard dancer behind her father's tent. What they never knew wouldn't hurt them, especially not here.

She let out a soft purr around the rigid flesh within her maw, dragging her tongue in teasing sweepings along the sensitive underside of his prick, flicking from his tip as she drew back with his precum glistening on the tip of her tongue where she had caught it. She looked up at him sultrily, this male who was her owner. He grinned back down at her, smirking, like a cocky male. His fingers delicately scritched along the bases of her ears.

She made a show of drawing his tip back between her lips with the tip of her tongue, before she suckled greedily upon him, making an exaggerated gesture of swallowing loudly as she drew the rest of him into the welcoming heat of her mouth. Cradling his length against the wet rasps of her flickering tongue, she pinned the dappled maroon flesh against the roof of her muzzle, slowly lowering herself onto him until her lips were kissing the thick lobes of his knot, and his tip was threatening to once again trigger a gag reflex she thought she'd long since suppressed.

Still, she kept going, determined not to embarrass herself unnecessarily by choking on him as she had with the first captor who had forced her to deep-throat him. She sucked a lungful of air in through her nose and held that breath, relaxing her muzzle as she let his knot mash against her lips, her paws shifting to his hips while she moaned around him. She felt his paws grip tighten on her ears as he let out a deep huff that was clearly a suppressed groan of enjoyment, judging her progress by the motions of his paws, and curiously, the way his tails became less and less coordinated in their movements as he lost himself to the sensation she was providing.

Playfully, she reached out with one paw and plucked one of the writhing appendages between her fingers, giving its length and cheekily playful tug as she looked up at the male from over the swollen lump of his knot. His cock jumped in response, a pant of desire escaping his lips before he could stop it. His fingers gripped her ears all the tighter as he thrust into her muzzle.

She couldn't help but give a satisfied little purr as she swallowed his salty, but not at all unpleasant precum, the slick fluids coating her tongue as she dragged its rough and textured length over his cock wherever she could reach. She could tell just by the way his entire shaft was throbbing with his pulse that the male wouldn't last long under her well-practiced mouth, and eagerly, she picked up the pace, his hands tangling themselves in her hair, his breaths as desperate as his tails were frantic.

His knot swelled before her eyes, like a lewd balloon as it quickly expanded to its full size, pounding against her lips as he let out a yelp, the pleasure finally too much for him to hold back. His paws clamped around the back of her head, forcing the chubby feline down onto his shaft. Shadi damned near gagged as he pushed as much of himself into her mouth as he could manage

The first shot of his seed filled her gullet, but after how thoroughly he had made a mess of her cunt during their shared dances, she couldn't say she was entirely surprised. For having just taken her a little over two hours ago in the castle, she could have easily mistaken that he had been quite pent up! She swallowed obediently- Good slaves didn't waste any of what they were given; and let out a soft moan as she gulped down his lust, her tongue coaxing shot after shot from his pulsing length.

She gave the tail in her paw another gentle pull and was rewarded by another strong throb of his dappled maleness, the taste of her new master now ingrained into memory, though compared to many she had been forced down on, he tasted at least clean and warm, like the bitter, watered-down ale the slaves had been permitted on rare occasions.

He growled as the last of his cum left him, his tight sac finally relaxing beneath his thick, saliva streaked sheath. He grinned down at her, panting as he regained his composure, and wordlessly took his tail back from her paws. A soft chuckle escaped him.

"So, I take it that means you're accepting my offer?" He asked without preamble, fully expecting, and also wanting, for her to say yes.

"I'm... Considering it strongly..." Shadi started, flicking her tongue across her lips to clean the last of his load from her mouth. The tang of male still clung against her tongue. She watched as he neatly rebuttoned himself, the obvious bulge his penis created quickly diminishing as his prick slipped back inside the protective confines of his sheath.

"Well, consider it for as long as you need, but I will always have needs, and you are always welcome to fulfil those needs, for... Suitable compensation of course. Why don't you think it over a little more? I'll fetch you a towel, and we can discuss specifics over a hot meal in the galley. But honestly, Shadi..."

His casual use of her name still seemed so foreign. She had spent so long being addressed as 'Girl' or 'Slave' or 'Slut' that anybody, let alone her owner, addressing her by name still gave her a strange, off feeling...

"You -do- know how to please a man, and you do it without appearing the cowed slave girl either. You're attractive, smart, alluring, and with a little bit of care and instruction, I've no doubts you could pay your debt fully within a year. Just consider it, is all I ask." He offered her a smile as he shut the door behind himself, and Shadi found herself waiting almost a full minute, expecting to hear a lock turning after him.

After two minutes, she frowned and thrust her head once more under the water before emerging again in a shower of droplets, standing to let it drip from her damp fur. In the dim light, she took the soap from the bucket and slathered her entire body once again. If what he said about it removing fleas was true, it was a godsend!

By the time she was satisfied with her work, it felt like an hour had passed. She walked tentatively up the submerged steps on the edge of the tub, leaving water that was cloudy with soap, grime, and dirt she'd all but scoured from her pelt. Her large tail gave a loud, wet slap on the floor beside her.

Surprising her again, Isiat even knocked before he entered, waiting for a full three seconds after the last rap of his knuckles before he pushed the door open and quickly stepped back inside. The fluffy white towel in his paws was like the sort she had seen in noble guest's rooms, but never the sort she herself had used, even before her captivity. He seemed to notice her hesitance as he held it out to her, and thrust it into her arms before she could protest, before politely averting his gaze.

"Thank you..." It was barely a whisper, but her mother had always encouraged her to say it to even a small kindness... Outside of the castle, it felt appropriate to take her advice. That and common sense told her that it was better to maintain her good impression with her new owner. She ruffled her fur with the plush material and towelled off quickly, before pulling on a fresh set of clothes he had bought for her, tossing the first ones she had been given down a chute in the wall.

"Come along Shadi. We'll rustle up a meal, and then I'll show you where you'll be staying until you've earned your freedom. This way."