Sensual Slavery - Part One
The night was dismal. It was as if the moonlight didn't exist, like someone had stabbed it and the light had surged out of it like deflating a balloon. At least, to Inulee, that's what it looked like. The Husky sighed as she sat in the pen she had been placed in. She was surrounded by annoyingly itchy straw, and she squirmed uncomfortably, laying a paw on the bars she was trapped behind. She glanced downward and looked for the fifteenth time at the clipboard around her neck.
Inulee
15 years of age
$250.00
Looking up, Inulee glanced incredulously out of the bars to where other slaves were trapped. The building was made of a slimy stack of black cement. The ground itself felt as if it had been vomited upon. She watched as the vixen across the way from her stared at the ground and whined to herself. She watched the Beagle guard pace around with a sickened look upon his visage. He didn't want to be here either; but it was his job. The customers had been many that day, there had been two attempts at escape. One had finally gotten free of captivity, a bunny named Usagi, previously a resident of six months. At hearing this, Inulee had felt a surge of jealousy; however, she now felt pity. Instead of being looked after by their new master, Usagi would now be condemned to prostitution. Herself? She'd prefer to be somewhere warm. She knew she'd be mistreated - all slaves were, even the success stories - but the luxury of having a bed would be enough to make her work hard.
A sudden bang announced the arrival of a new customer. Inulee lifted her head as one...no. Two? No wait-- six keen males made their way around the cages, beckoning the females forward. The vixen adjacent was doing her usual cutesy impression. Inulee snorted.
The snort caught the attention of a vulpine who had just slithered in at the last second, behind the boys. Her blue eyes scanned the room, looking a little displeased. The vixen folded her arms and leaned on the wall. Her eyes swivelled around, eyeing the other females. Inulee sat still, her unruly black hair dripping into her blood-red eyes while she watched her, hoping she would notice her, hoping to be free. The vixen lifted her head, flicking her head to brush her blonde ringlets out of the sapphire orbs that were so striking to Inulee. She glanced at Inulee, her eyes seemed to widen in surprise. Inulee's eyes glared into the vixen's. She was startled when she started walking toward her, slowly, her hips swaying almost teasingly. Inulee stared in awe, her tail beginning to flick behind her as the tan vixen knelt before her cage, offering out a paw, which - being a sucker for petting - Inulee pressed her cheek up against, murring. The vixen parted her jaws, and Inulee perked her ears up, listening intently, eager to hear her voice. "And what do we have here...?" the vulpine murmured in a hushed whisper, sliding her paw up and behind the Husky's ear, skritching lightly. Inulee spasmed in delight, her tail beginning to wag while the vixen chuckled. "Aren't you a cutie...", she paused, glancing at the clipboard "...Inulee."
Inulee could not help but crack a smile. The vixen gripped her maw softly and turned her head this way, then that, commenting. "Cute face, striking eyes..." her eyes sunk down "...busty...nice, hourglass figure...cute markings...." she let go and folded her arms, tilting her head "You seem like quite the commodity, how long have you been here, Inulee?"
Inulee wet her dry lips to speak, the vixen's ears shifted forward. "I've been here for six days, ma'am."
The vixen looked pleased and nodded. "Good thing I came when I did then, I would have missed out on a little cutie. You're gonna go far, kid." To this Inulee tilted her head "Chuu...?"
The vixen giggled. "Before I buy you, my name is Vixenna, you may call me Enna, or Mistress."
Inulee nodded.
Enna straightened and walked to the beagle, speaking in a low voice - a negotiating voice.
After about five minutes of low murmuring, the beagle nodded and produced a string of keys. Jingling them in his paw as he walked to Inulee's cage, he pierced the keyhole and the door swung open with a deafening crrrreeeeeaaaak. Inulee crawled out. Enna smiled and looked over her, ear-to-claw. "Stand up, cutie, so I can see you." She murmured, though it was a command. Inulee stood, keeping her gaze down. "Look up, Inu." Inulee lifted her head and stared at the wall. "Now, Burleigh, do you see what I see?" she asked the beagle. The beagle snorted. "Your property, Enna; that's what I see." Enna shoved him in the ribs lightly. "Now, now. Honestly, look at the thing."
In all honesty, Inulee was quite cute. She was young, but she had a womanly body. She had some sparkle-like markings on her thighs, one on her forehead, on her paw-tops and her calves. Her fur was black, with white undersides, and the marks were blood-red. Inulee's locks of wavy black and red streaks hair fell near to her thighs. In her current state of self hygiene, it had been left tangled, wild and messy. With a bust of DD's, and round hips with a true hourglass shape, she truly was a commodity. "Now, you see?" she asked. The beagle gruffly nodded, groaning a little. "Damn, I need to keep a better eye on future products. Missed this one."
Enna burst into laughter. "Idiot!"