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Nafrini's digits brushed through her warm, grey fur as she rubbed herself over, spreading a fine layer of scented oil over her body. In the midday heat, the oil would dry away quickly, but the scent would remain - and it was important for her to smell pleasing for her Master. In fact, it was important to please and obey her Master in every way possible - failure to do so could have dire consequences. Nobody ever talked too much about the fate of the slaves who displeased the Prince, but they all had an idea. Left to the mercy of the palace guards, they would be degraded in almost every way possible, humiliated, imprisoned, beaten, raped - and this treatment would not stop until it killed them. Fortunately though, this was not a regular occurrence. By obeying without question they would be fed regularly, allowed to bathe daily, and kept in good health - the prince was often rough with them, but he had never caused any lasting injury, for they were more useful to him in good condition. They were not free, but their obedience had argueably rewarded them with a higher standard of living than that of many of the peasants.

Straightening out the fur on her long wolftail, she stood and turned to one of her fellow slaves, a wolfess like herself, with a soot-black pelt and a little shorter than she was. They smiled to one another, and the other reached up to her, inspecting her appearence, since she could not herself. "You look fine... you had better go, our Master will be expecting you soon".

Nodding and thanking her, Nafrini left the small room via a dim, narrow stone spiral staircase, which led up to the higher rooms of the palace. Some time earlier, she had been told that she was wanted by the prince in one of his many personal chambers - and she didn't need much guessing to know exactly what for. It was a question of how he would take her, rather than if he would take her.

Exiting the staircase, she walked towards a pair of ornately carved doors with four guards at it, two on either side of the passage - the place she had been told to be. She stood between the four, and waited to be called in, trying to ignore the stares of the large figures on either side of her. All were canines - the palace guards were effectively a well disciplined pack, ruthlessly efficient in their work and led by a strong Alpha.

A sneer sounded from one, and another spoke quietly "Perhaps we should search her for weapons". All four gave a snigger, and Nafrini simply kept her head down, determined to show no sign of being intimidated. The idea that she had a weapon concealed beneath her clothing (if you could call it clothing) was laughable - her veils were small and made of a thin material which was designed to show her figure, and held in place by plain rope. Any weapon she could possibly hide would have to be so small that she could do more harm to the Prince with her claws and teeth. Smirking at her, two of them stepped forwards - they were truly shameless, harsh paws lifting her veils and groping her breasts, caressing her thighs, lifting her tail and squeezing her rear. Officially, the guards were only allowed such contact with those they were set on by the Prince, leaving the slaves off-limits, but she was certain he knew about incidents like this. There was even a theory amongst the slaves that they were allowed to do this deliberately while the prince "looked the other way"- to remind them of just how unpleasant those guards could be if they were let off their leash, so to speak.

With an expression of displeasure, she brushed her fur smooth again, prompting more snide sounds from the guards. As though timed, a call came from behind the doors. The guards pulled them open, and a blaze of light spilled into the passage from within. Resisting the urge to blink too much, she bowed, then entered, heavy doors closing behind her. Beside a table at the end of the room, sitting in a chair encrusted with precious stones, was a tall, strong anubian - her Lord and Master, the Prince of Egypt. He was well-dressed as always (even the stitching on his clothes was a rich shade of gold), and had clearly just finished a light meal, judging by the various half-eaten fruits still on the table beside him. Flicking her eyes downwards (they were forbidden from looking directly into those amber eyes of his) she moved before him, then kneeling down, she kissed each of his footpaws in turn.

Nafrini felt a paw on the top of her head, flattening her ears down, then stroking her. Being a favourite of his had it's advantages - she was his lead slave, and would on occasion be rewarded with a degree of affection such as this. She had no illusions - he did not feel any more emotion towards her than his other slaves. He simply chose (for reasons unknown to even herself, and best not questioned) to treat her like a favourite toy to play with, rather than just a piece from a set of toys. There was little difference between the two, but she was grateful nonetheless, and showed it by murring softly and pressing her head up into those strokes.

A tugging began on her upper veil, her Master's second paw coming into play - she darted her paws around to the knot which held it in place and untied it for him - it was pulled from her as soon as it was loose, and she was working on her second veil before his paw had reached to pull at that one also. Fully undressed now, there was no barrier between her and his gaze, nor his roaming paw, which stroked along her back in much the same way the one at her head was stroking. She heard him shift, then stand up, paws leaving her. Her ears picked up the sound of him pulling his clothes from himself and she busied herself with kissing his foot-paws again.

The metal collar around her neck was pulled upwards as her Master sat again - she didn't need to look at him to know that he was naked also. Her head was raised to his knees, and she rested it on them, murring deeply, her eyes closed as he fondled her ears. Slowly his knees parted, and she pressed her tongue against one of his strong legs. Guided by his paws, she traced it along his inner thigh, nearing the soft fur of his sheath. Her eyes opened, and she could see that her Master was already partially aroused, his pink cocktip poking from that sheath, which was swelling steadily. She lifted her head and placed her lips against it - and received a sharp slap to the side of her muzzle, along with a growl from her Master.

Squeaking out, she flattened her ears down and kissed the centre of his sheath apologetically, feeling his paw tighten on her head - it had not been wise to place her head anywhere it had not been directed to. She was pulled closer, her upper body between his legs (she made sure to keep her paws well out of his way - they may not have been tied up, but that was no invitation to use them) as the anubian placed his second paw on the top of her muzzle and pushed it down further, nestling her nose against his soft sack. She kissed it, then wrapped her lips around it, suckling carefully. Her textured tongue pushed lightly against and rolled the soft orbs around within her warm maw. Her nostrils were flooded with his scent by now, and she could see his cock growing rapidly - she felt it soon enough as her Master's paw pressed it down firmly against the top of her muzzle, where she watched it swell to it's full size, the tip poking between her eyes.

Precum trickled down the centre of her face, between her eyes and onto the top of her muzzle as it began to seep from the anubian's cocktip. Nafrini gave a gentle murr once again, sending light vibrations through her maw as she continued to suckle on her Master's balls. Able to feel the pulsing along his cock growing stronger, she almost didn't need to be pulled back to know it was time to take it - she opened her muzzle, letting the heavy sack slide from it as he pulled her off. She watched as he took his shaft in his paw and stroked along it a few times, and she poked out her tongue to touch against it as he started to slap the tip against her lips, giving her the first taste of salty precum.

In one fluid motion, her head was pulled downwards, while his paw angled his shaft straight at her muzzle. The thick, salty meat slid along her tongue, only stopping when her lips touched the paw holding the base of his shaft. Keeping her still, he removed that paw, and slid it around the underside of her muzzle, two digits reaching out and stroking along her throat. Nafrini began suckling on him, her eyes closing again as she focused on relaxing her throat - his tip was dangerously close to it already, and she knew from experience that he would be using it. Her Master pulled her down with a satisfied rumble, drawing her lips right up against the furred rim of his sheath at the base of his shaft, while his cocktip slid the last few inches along her tongue - pushing into her waiting throat.

Two digits continued to stroke at her throat as she resisted the urge to gag, her head being held in place for several long moments, the anubian shivering with the pleasurable sensation. Soon enough however his paws shifted, digits wrapping into the wolfesses fur tightly, then pulling her upwards again. Nafrini let herself become as limp as possible under his grasp, giving him full control over her movements. Her tongue massaged furiously over the throbbing shaft as it slid from her throat, and she tasted the precum which oozed in steady trickles from the tip. Barely having time to swallow it, she felt the anubian push her down once more - the moment he was hilted she was pulled upwards, then rammed down again, her Master building up a pace, deepthroating her enthusiastically.

A sudden movement almost caused her to gag and pull away - instead she resisted and gave a whine, focusing on relaxing again, helped indirectly by her Master slowing as he stood up from his throne, explaining the unexpected shift. Both paws clapped around either side of her head, clawtips at her ears - as those paws pulled her forwards, his hips bucked towards her, and his damp sack slapped up against her chin with a surprisingly loud thwack. Grunts of pleasure assaulted her ears as the anubian's cock assaulted her throat and muzzle. No longer restricted by his sitting position, he was able to muzzlefuck her as hard as he liked - and he liked it hard.

Balls slapping wetly against her chin, Nafrini suckled at and gulped down what she was given expertly, not needing to make any sounds of her own, the slurping and gulping rising from her throat and maw far more arousing to her Master than anything she could muster through a muzzlefull of cock.

Nafrini 's lips, wet with precum and wrapped tightly around the invading shaft, bumped the anubian's sheath over and over, until eventually the rapid bulging of his knot prevented this - she kissed against it, watching and feeling it growing as it's owner's pleasured growls grew in volume with it. Nafrini parted her jaws slightly, inviting him to push the knot into her eagerly suckling maw, but he gave a press against her ears with his claws, and she returned at once to keeping his shaft fully engulfed.

Splashes of precum became the overriding taste across the whole of her muzzle, and judging by his breathing combined with the rate at which his shaft was throbbing against her tongue, her Master was close to orgasm. He was holding her head steady now, and was gradually making his thrusts shorter, though shallower rather than deeper. Eventually a few inches of his cocktip were all that remained in her maw, and she did her best with her tongue to excite it, suckling hungrily all the while. One of the anubian's paws left her head and gripped his shaft, digits squeezing the knot rhythmically for a few seconds, then stroking rapidly along it's length. At the last possible moment, he pulled his hips back, paw working furiously as his tip slid from her - Nafrini's eyes closed as a plume of thick, white cum was projected from the cocktip before her, and she felt the hot, sticky mass hit her square in the face. Subsequent bursts spattered over her nose and muzzle, his scent filling her nose as his pleasured moans filled her ears - she opened her maw and stuck out her tongue, to catch time final few splashes of seed, then swallowed it down, murrrling as though it were the most delicious things she had ever tasted.

Opening her eyes Nafrini stared directly at his cock, and she murred warmly at her Master - he gave a satisfied growl back down at her as he pushed his sticky tip against her lips again. Sliding her tongue out again, she continued murring as he slapped the tip against it a few times. At the back of her head she felt his grip loosen, then release her. She watched as her Master sat down once again, then motioned with his paw for her to move closer. She did so obediently, and felt herself being stroked again while she licked him clean.

With her work complete, the anubian pushed her head off him, then ordered her away. She picked up her discarded veils hurriedly, then bowed her way out. Not a sound nor movement was made by the guards until the doors had closed, but once they had, she could hear their taunts - walking past them naked and with a face covered in cum was a humiliation that all her Master's slaves suffered at some point. Nafrini did sometimes worry about the affect this would have on new slaves, and that surely one day they would snap under the pressure, the humiliation. For her however, it was just another item on a long list of things she had to endure while living life as a slave.