The Purchase
#1 of The Lucky One
It had been another cold day, making Sable even more miserable then she already was. She had managed to keep her optimism strong so far: So what I've got this curse... I'm sure it can be fixed... So what I'm stuck in this filthy slave pit... Someone will come looking for me eventually... right?
But today, she was particularly miserable. Actually, she had only been living in the slave quarters for a couple of days. She was already on the verge of a breakdown. It was cold, it was uncomfortable, it was crowded, it was disgusting, noisy, awful, dark, itchy, and the people here. Lechers, every one. The clothes she was wearing currently were rather revealing, even though they surely could have supplied her with something more. She was a slave, but come on. She had only a vest and a tattered skirt to keep her warm, which clearly weren't enough. A few of the wealthy men that were slave-shopping got a kick out of it, though. Peering lewdly at her in hopes of that vest opening juuust enough to reveal her plump round breasts, or an audacious few would reach through the bar to tweak her hard nipples and make her shriek.
She hated it.
To add to troubles, she heard from a guard that there was a buyer who had taken interest in her. "Better behave yourself today." He had advised. So she did. But she didn't like it.
She sat in a proper fashion even though it was uncomfortable, she spoke politely even to the most obnoxious of visitors, she even obeyed a few of their ridiculous or disgusting requests. Still miserable as ever, but had to grin and bear it. If I get bought, I may end up someplace better... She hoped, Or at least I'll have an opportunity to escape.
As the day went on she became even more troubled. Who was the one who was interested in buying her? She eyed any passer by, wondering with each, Is it him? Is it him? But the only ones to approach her were just a pair of bored aristocrats who felt like picking on her.
"My my, she must be cold."
"Look, you can see her nipples."
She restrained a scowl and pulled her vest closed.
"But what a cutie! Why hasn't she been bought yet I wonder. Usually the pretty ones get bought up before they get all dirty and bruised from sitting around here."
"Ah, look. She's got some sort of curse mark." Pointing out the dark insignia around her belly button. "Hey girlie, what sort of curse to you have on ya?"
Sable remained quiet for a moment. She would have just kept quiet, but the man prodded her viciously, "Eh? Did you hear me?"
"Uh... I'm not sure yet..." She lied, feigning ignorance. She couldn't help but turn a bit red - Even if it meant she'd get in trouble for lying, she'd NEVER speak the truth of that curse.
It was far too embarassing.
"Best not take our chances then." Said the other.
"Aw, we can still play around with her a bit." He moved his hand up and cupped her breast in his hand. She let out a long whine as her tail went rigid. Oh, how she wanted to slap his hand away. But she didn't. The two aristocrats chuckled.
"You two... Enough picking on the new slaves already. She doesn't like it." A third aristocrat joined them in front of her cage. A noble-looking wolf man. The other two were canines of some sort, though this man had such a different look about him. She had always been uncomfortable around canines, (She was a cat after all) yet he had a calm aura about him. He was frighteningly elegant. Oh, please let him be the buyer. It was practically love at first sight.
But alas, he left with his two companions without another word.
Later that evening she had been escorted to the home of her new master. She had been bought after all, though she had yet to actually meet the buyer. So she was taken to some nice estate, where a large stag awaited her at the entrance. He was one of the tallest men she had ever seen, his large antlers making him seem even more impressive. He was kinda scary looking, too. He didn't seem friendly. Oh no... Is this the master?
"This way, we'll get you out of those rags." He said in a bored tone, leading her down the opulent hall to a large bathroom. A maid followed them in with a bundle of clean clothes and towels.
"Would you like me to help you get clean?" She asked with a politeness that Sable was unused to hearing directed at her.
"N-No! ... Uh... I'll be quite alright by myself..." She responded nervously. The maid gave her a curious look, but nodded and saw herself out.
She waited a moment, just to be sure that nobody would come back in while she was changing. When she felt at ease, she pulled off the vest and skirt to reveal the monstrosity that the curse had given her. She couldn't bear to look at it - Male genitalia. Disgusting. She didn't hold back the tears, letting them roll down her cheeks. What would happen if her master found out? She would probably be sent back to that horrible place. Maybe, just maybe, she'd end up as a maid too.
She peered up at her naked image in the mirror. Her hair was darker, skin was paler, frame was thinner than she had remembered. She had only been in the chambers for a few days, yet it seemed like an eternity. She ran her fingers though her long black hair, quickly pulling loose a few tangles so it would be easier to wash. She shyly watched herself in the mirror, her eyes moving down past her breasts, down past the curse emblem, to the flaccid penis hanging between her legs. Then she promptly looked away. Oh, how she wanted to become a normal girl again.
The bath itself was wonderful: Like a miniature hot spring. Her master must have had a lot of money. On the far wall there was a shower head, so she waded through the hot knee-deep water and stood under it. She turned it on, standing out of it's path until it was a suitable temperature. She heaved a relaxed sigh as the water washed over her, soaking her dirty hair. Nearby she found some soaps, which she used liberally. She scrubbed her hair thoroughly before moving on to the rest of her body. Arms, shoulder, back, chest, stomach... When she reached her abdomen, she became hesitant. She had to scrub down her crotch, but she definitely didn't want to touch that. But it would possibly be a while before she would have the opportunity to take such a good bath, so she had to get clean all over while she had the chance. She got a good lather going in her hands again before scrubbing the fine fur of her crotch. She restrained a whine as she brushed against the base of her cock and scrubbed the plump ballsack below. She finished the job quickly and moved back beneath the shower to let the hot water wash the lather away. She gave another content sigh, feeling much better now that she had removed that filth from her.
But that warm water was also doing bad, for she felt her organ begin to swell. She looked down in horror to see it was growing. Oh no... How do I make it go down...? It began to ache, eliciting another whine from her breath. She rubbed it a little, hoping the swelling would stop on its own. It began to feel a bit better, but it continued to become hard. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking it slowly. It stopped aching - in fact, it felt so good even though it was so wrong. She stroked faster, the pleasure making her abandon the attempt to make it stop growing.
Her other hand reached down for her balls, hesitantly groping them. She took a firmer grip on, kneading them in her hands. She gave another muffled cry as a strong sensation made its way up her shaft. She already had such little control over her cock as it was, but the pleasure she was giving herself made her lose it. Piss leaked from the tip, pouring on the nice tile wall and dripping into the hot water. She tried to stop herself for a moment, but quickly gave that up too - She had been holding it in almost all day. She let it all out, a stronger stream of urine splattering on the wall. She continued rubbing her dick until it became fully hard. Some milky white liquid drooled from the head.
Finally she could resist it no longer, and the organ spewed a rope of cum. She panted heavily as the organ released its load. When it finished, she looked down at her hands, sticky with cum, and felt shame wash over her.
"Hey, are you done in there yet?" Someone called from outside. Startled, she turned around to see if anyone had come in. Her heart pounded, fearing she had been caught. But thankfully, no one came in.
"A-Almost!" She said weakly, hurriedly cleaning up the disgusting mess she'd left on the walls.