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"Do you have my room ready, as well?" Gabriel inquired. The barrel-chested wolf was already taking the crisp bills from his suit pocket beginning to count them out as he asked. He was a large male of gray fur, falling somewhere between thirty-five and forty, dressed smartly in a matte black tailored suit.

"Yes..." The merchant paused, apprehensively rubbing the underside of his beak before continuing, "Though, perhaps you'd like another one instead..."

"Another room?" The wolf asked, half paying attention as he slipped the silver money clip on the remaining bills.

"No, another female. I'm telling you, this one is dangerous." The bird finally got out, annoyed.

"I never knew you cared so much." The reply was sardonic, brow lifted in both amusement and curiosity for the sudden manifestation of concern from one who peddles in sentient creatures.

"You're a good customer. Perhaps not one who spends the most, but certainly the one that I can unload my lesser stock on," And that was certainly true. Not many males come into such businesses looking for the lesser girls. "If I lose you, suddenly I will have to start selling the undesirables to the dock brothels. Horrible profit margins there."

"Your honesty, and your concern, is appreciated. But I can handle a girl." The wolf replied, half amused.

"This one stabbed one of my guards. Big male. Stallion. No clue where she got that piece of glass. If you didn't put in your order already she'd be strung up by the neck out back already." Now those wings were failing outwards, expressive in his warnings.

"She's clever. Clever is a good trait for a slave. Once she's loyal and obedient like a good female, then that cleverness will only add to her overall value." It was his final word on the matter. Letting the money lay on the counter, the canine took up the key and began to walk off through the cramped hallways. Not a concern anywhere in his thoughts. This was, after all, just another work day.

***

An establishment where one can buy a slave is typically called a 'Den'. There are many types of these Dens. Some are upscale, clean places where the girls are free to roam around and make themselves appealing to potential customers. Others are dives, where the working class can buy their very own bit of fur and flesh. The product there typically is of much lesser quality at the later. Too old, too ugly, or even too maimed at times.

Then there were places like this. As an analogy, this was an unloading dock of newly-caught product. The males that came here were the restaurateurs looking for the freshest fish as the boats pulled in. Just replace 'fish' with 'crying females' and one has a better understanding of this business. It was profitable, obscenely so for some. And due to the outrageous taxes and kickbacks, it was also completely legal.

Breaking it down even further, the males that came to this type of Den were a mixed bag. Brothel owners looking for newest, youngest girls to bring to their cliental. Some were skilled, training the girls onsite. Others just chained them down, charging a small amount for five minutes, and then hosing them off afterward. It was a philosophical debate of quantity or quality. Though both methods were profitable.

Then there were those like Gabriel. Trainers, as they were typically called. The skilled ones could take a girl at a young age, and have them ready to sell while still youthful. The quickness one could do this influenced the margin of profits they could make. A young girl, even untrained, is worth something. The trick is to double, or triple, her worth while she is still under twenty years old. The wolf considered this not only a business, but also an art form. A painter that had to finish a piece before the paint dried, or else it was ruined.

***

Gabriel had years of experience in this work, and so when he entered the room the sight of the bound, nude female didn't come to any surprise to him. Nor the look of unadulterated hatred that flowed from her gaze. She was a mule, and from the look she gave him, the ingrained stubbornness was in full effect. Chocolate-furred body was thick, stomach was slightly pudgy, though fitting her wide-hipped body. Roughly around sixteen, and the girl's bust was already rather remarkably well-developed. Breasts were full, sagging slightly under their weight. She wouldn't win any beauty contests, but there was something intrinsically cute about her.

Approaching her he loosen his tie, looking her over the slightly-chubby female. This was not the type of female you train to become arm candy, something delicate to bring home and play with. There was nothing graceful about this creature. Her arms were above her, chained to the wall. Large backside squished on the ground, stupidly-long ears flopping down against her freckled-fur muzzle. This was pure fuck-meat. Something to use in any vile way one might imagine, and not feel bad about afterward.

"You're lucky," He remarked casually, looking at that hateful face again, "Even without that violent streak you're worth very little. To find yourself in my grasp makes you one of the very lucky ones."

"Go fuck yourself." She spat it out, nothing but abhorrence in her voice.

The wolf simply chuckled, as if she were a precocious child. It was not the reaction she was hoping for, and it was obviously only made her blood boil even hotter.

"This is the point I would normally give you a speech. A bit of a lecture on your position," His tone was remarkably calm, even while leaning forward he grabbed her shackled wrists, other paw taking a hold on one long ear. Practiced technique that dug his knuckle into the sensitive cartilage as the rest was twisted painfully to the side. "But with mules it's always best to be direct."

The bray she gave was one of surprise and shock, and the moment it left her muzzle there was regret clearly laced in with her pain. It was a stupid sound, humiliating to make in any situation. This, of course, made the wolf smirk as he unclasped her shackles, deftly controlling her fighting with his overwhelming strength.

After a very brief struggle she was slammed down against a table, his paw engulfed the back of her head, holding her there with proficient ease. Once sure he had his technique perfectly executed, the wolf reached into his pocket to pull out the clipped bills. To facilitate grabbing a few bills with only one paw he placed the money clip between his teeth, offhandedly counting out a small amount in a muffled voice.

"You motherfucker!" She was screaming now, trying to kick back at him. Ashamed at herself for being in this position -- nude, bent over like a whore, muzzle and breasts pressed against the hard wooden table. Controlled by only one arm of the brute-bodied, suit-clad wolf as if she were a child.

"Not the brightest of animals," He commented, spitting out the money clip so it landed on the ground, forgotten for now. "So a bit of a demonstration may help," Knee would be driven between her thighs, forcing them apart, using his elbow to add pressure to her back. Taking the bills he crumbled them up, pressing the paper wad against the overly-thick folds of her slit. Padding of his paw pushed, forcing the dry wad inside her with more trouble than he assumed it would be. This mule was tight, even if the outer parts of her pussy wasn't the prettiest thing ever. The slave screamed in pain, muzzle opened wide, more humiliating noises as he spoke. "Your cunt is now stuffed with more money than you are worth. That is how insignificant you are, at this moment."

The girl was crying now, sobbing violently against the table. Her fighting didn't have as much heart in it. It was then the wolf noticed the spots of blood around his paw padding, a light chuckle heard from his muzzle. She had been a virgin.

"Let me guess," The wolf began, grabbing the thickness of her pussy lips, pulling at them in a cruelly-mocking way, "Guys would see these and get suddenly remember they had to leave." The laugh he gave was brutal, using a claw to smack around the dark-flesh of her fat labia.

Her weeping didn't stop, but her fighting resumed once the mule heard the sound of his belt being undone. Oh, how she fought, feeling her tail grabbed and lifted, cool air brushing along the exposed, puckered hole. He spat. Salvia struck at the base of her tail, dripping down against the dark flesh.

Warmth of his cocktip pressed hard against that unused hole, a feeling that made her eyes go wide in fright. Grunting above her, using the weight of his entire body to now keep her pinned, forcing the barely-lubricated shaft inside her, demanding her tail-hole give way. The scream that followed from her muzzle was a pleasant sound to the wolf -- a bray mixed along with the pain. It was something to savor, such innocent reactions would not last long under his keen training.

Tail still in paw, he looked down at her. She did have a rather fuckable ass. Large, rounded. Some may call it a perfect bubble. It begged to be squeezed, to be smacked, abused for a male's pleasure. And as an added bonus to the senses, half of a very thick wolf cock was currently impaled inside the asshole of the young mule, stretching it. The spank he gave was harsh, the sharp sound rising in the room even above her pain. Fingers dug into the chocolate fur and pliable flesh afterward, simply kneading and playing.

"Stop! Please...!" Her tone didn't have that anger as before, seemingly losing it in the pain and torment. Now the girl sounded much more like her age. A good start.

"First lesson," His tone was calm, collected. Remarkable feat for a male who was currently buried cock-first into a female's snug, virginal ass. "Your discomfort does not matter. The only thing that matters is the male's pleasure. Anything else is secondary."

Again that dreadful sound of padding hitting fur filled the room, striking her backside again with a practiced angle.

"Second lesson. Just laying there is not enough for you. You need to work for the male's pleasure, you need to display some value or worth. Otherwise, you are worth nothing more than a cock sleeve that can be thrown away," He lectured, yanking at the root of her tail, "Now, you're going to start moving your hips. Like you're dancing against my cock. If you can't make me finish inside you then I will hang you by your tits for the night, swinging there while I sleep peacefully."

Her sobs were quiet now, the stark reality of the situation becoming clear. He was going to hurt her, one way or another. The girl just wanted this over with. Slowly, she began to grind backwards, wincing in pain as the action forced more of that dreadfully-thick wolf cock inside, her ass burning from the now self-inflicted stretching.

"Squeeze." He ordered bluntly, giving the mule girl another smack across her thick rump like one would do to a farm animal.

She did so, reluctantly, and breathing stuttered as crying began anew. The act caused the wolf to miss a breath, her long ears perked up enough to hear the sound. Cock throbbed inside her, precum beginning to leak out now, making the act a bit less painful. A reward for the newly-captured slave girl.

The gyration of her hips became more noticeable, her embarrassment rising as the pain began to lower, forcing her to focus on the degradation of the act. She buried her muzzle into the table, ears flopped over her eyes as her ass grinded and pushed against him, a lewd club dance made even more obscene by the wolf cock currently imbedded to the root in her tail-hole.

"You know how to dance," The wolf remarked, breath catching at the pleasure this fresh slave was already providing. Tightness of her hole, along with the squeezing she provided every few seconds was quickly getting the best of him. "Look at you, a natural whore. Not much of a surprise with a body like yours."

She whimpered at the words, tears still falling down the soft fur of her cheeks across the freckled marks, all the while bouncing her ass up-and-down against the thick, suit-covered abdomen of her Master. She did know how to dance, and that made this so much worse. She would tease guys with these moves at the clubs, never letting them get any further. Feeling how riled up they would get before she would leave.

Now, however, was different. A cunt full of small currency bills, and a tail-hole full of wolf meat, the mule went into a quick, shallow bounce that caused the wolf to grunt. He moaned as he grabbed a hold of her thick backside, making sure the knot stayed out of the equation. It was one thing to ass-fuck a new slave, it was completely different to tie with them. That was just foolishness. Grip was rough on the soft brown pelt, flesh forced to mold around his digits as the wolf began to moan and pant.

She could feel it, that sudden warmth of being claimed. The scent of his potent, masculine seed reaching her wrinkled nostrils as the wolf emptied himself into her backside. A virgin minutes before, and now being used like a cheap whore. It was humiliating. Painful. And yet all she could do was slump down and weep, falling from the table once released by the large male to curl up in a broken ball.

The mule slave would have a moment to rest. The breaking had not even truly begun.