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Christina and the other female slaves (7 others according to her count) were lead through the corridors of Kalin's lair. They had to navigate through several twists and turns before finally arriving at the bathroom; they might have never found the way without their elephant guide.

The "bathroom" was huge. At least twice as big as the cave-like room they were previously trapped in. There was a large, plugged drain in the middle of the room, probably at least two and a half feet in diameter. The bath appeared to take up most of the room, with only a walkway wide enough for two furs encircling the room. The elephant slave walked along the edge of the bath and into a room. After a few minutes, mechanical sounds started to come from the room and, not long after that, rain started to fall in the center of the room, above the plugged drain. Now that Christina was looking, she could see hundreds of little holes in the ceiling, where the rain was falling from. The small holes were gathered in a circle with a radius of about five feet. The water was obviously very hot. They could see the plumes of steam coming off the water, filling up the enclosed room and raising the temperature. The large bath tub was quickly filling. The ladies walked down the steps lining the entire tub into the hot, hot water. The elephant male emerged from what must have been the control room and promptly left the female slaves to their own devices.

The group of slaves quickly shed the rags they were wearing, discarding them on the walkway. After only ten minutes, the entire room was filled with water, not quite level with the walkway. The steam from the water transformed their bath into a bath/sauna combination, but it wasn't unpleasant. It took the slaves a few minutes to get used to being naked in the same room, but the awkwardness eventually dissipated. After weeks without bathing, every single one of the new slaves would have been happy with a sponge and a bucket of cold water. There was a rack on the other side of the room, complete with all things bathing: sponges, soaps, shampoos, conditioners, etc. They even found some bubble bath soap. After some tinkering with the drain, they adjusted the mechanics so that the rain would continue to agitate the bubble bath and not cause an overflow of water at the same time. Soon the entire bath was a bubble mixture.

There was a huddle of three felines off to the side: a lioness, a tigress, and a panthress. Any attempt to socialize with the group was met with refusals and vicious stares. The lioness seemed to be in some sort of shock, as she looked lifeless, while the other two catered to her, whispering in her ears.

The other slaves all formed one group. Besides Christina, there was: Julianne the kind mare, Shirley the strange zebra, Trina the doe, Teri the mouse, and Jade the strange wolf. All of these women were very beautiful; there was no doubt in Christina's mind that the damn dragon hand-picked them all for some nefarious purpose or another.

"I feel like this isn't really happening," Trina the doe said, breaking the silence. "Like this is some sort of dream and I'll wake up from it eventually."

"You shouldn't think like that," Shirley said sternly. "This is real and this is happening. Thinking like that will only make the situation worse. We need to be thinking about how to escape this hellhole."

"Shhh!" the others scolded, looking around in fear of being discovered.

"Don't say things like that out-loud; are you crazy?" Teri the mouse said in a frantic whisper.

"But it's true!" Shirley retorted, lowering her voice to a whisper as well. "The longer we stay here, the more time we give that dragon. If we stay here, that dragon will twist our minds and toy with our wills. We have to stay united and resist if we want to keep our sanity and integrity. If we let him divide us, then we won't stand a chance."

Her words hung in the air for a moment, sinking into the minds of those present.

"Is that really the best option though?" Jade the strange wolf questioned.

"What do you mean? Of course it is! Would you rather turn into his plaything?" Christina said incredulously. Shirley gave her a look that mirrored Christina's words.

"I'm just suggesting that maybe it would be better if we just do as he says," Jade answered, feeling sheepish and very much like a traitor in the face of Shirley and Christina's opposition.

"I agree," Julianne interjected.

"My Lady-" Shirley started to protest, but was cut off by Julie (as they'd taken to calling her).

"You all heard what he said, didn't you? If we resist, who knows what evil things he'll do to us? Surely it would be much worse than just doing what he says? Not to mention the fact that we're inside a volcano."

Once again silence permeated between the group.

"We have to admit that we've lost," Julie continued. "He challenged the entire continent by himself and succeeded. What can we do in the face of something like that? There's no point in resisting any further. He won and the only thing left to do is to accept it."

Shirley didn't reply, but, if she had, she might have said something on her disappointment in the young princess.

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Half an hour later, the elephant returned to the elaborate bathroom. By that time, all of the new slaves were finished bathing. They each used the fresh, plush towels he brought to dry their now-clean fur. When they looked around for some clothes to don, they found that the rags they wore previously were missing and the elephant hadn't brought any with them.

"Please follow me," the elephant said stoically. "The Master is waiting."

"Um... Where can we find some clothes?" Christina asked meekly, clutching the towel to her naked frame. The other slaves mimicked her, trying to hide their nakedness as much as possible.

The elephant looked at Christina with confusion. "Pease follow me. The Master is waiting," he repeated.

Christina looked into the dark eyes of the elephant and there she found... nothing. His eyes were hollow and empty: devoid of any emotion or anything resembling a spark of life. She might as well have been looking at some sort of automaton or a ghost. It was unsettling. What happened to this poor fur to make him like this? It seemed that the other slaves noticed as well because no one moved and no one spoke.

"Please follow me. The Master is waiting," he said a third time.

Seeing their plight for clothing as fruitless, the females clutched their towels to their bodies and followed the elephant.

They once again navigated through the corridors of Kalin's abode. After a minute or two, they arrived in the dining hall.

In the middle of the dining hall sat a long table, capable of seating at least sixteen furs with room to spare. The candles dispersed along the table infused a light waft of cinnamon with the mouth-watering smell of the food laid out on the table. One side was filled with heaps of vegetables and fruits, salads and other concoctions. The other was piled with juicy steaks and other slabs of meat, both raw and cooked to perfection.

Their owner sat at the head of the table in a large, cushioned chair. He was leaned back and spread out, looking the epitome of relaxation. His draconic head was propped up by his elbow and his tail and one of his legs hung off the arm of the chair. He frowned slightly when he noticed the towels the slaves were all using to cover up their bodies.

Well that just won't do, Kalin thought.

The ashen dragon looked to one of the slaves that helped prepare the meal, a large grizzly bear, and pointed a clawed finger at him. "You. Relieve them of their towels," he commanded.

All the females tensed at the dragon's words, but the slave bear paid them no mind. He collected the towels one by one, sometimes having to overpower a slave to retrieve it. The slaves quickly sat down, crossed their legs and used their arms to cover up their breasts as best they could. The room was occupied by not only the dragon, but several of the other male slaves as well. Being naked in front of the dragon alone would have been bad enough. They all sat in their chairs (herbivores and carnivores on their respective sides) fidgeting and blushing like crazy, wishing to be anywhere else but there: preferably somewhere with clothes.

"Um... W-why are we... uh... naked?" Jade the wolf asked meekly. She was sitting closest to the dragon on the carnivores' side of the table, directly at his left. Her blush was visible through her gray and black fur.

Kalin's icy-blue eye twitched at her statement. There was something missing from that sentence. Something very important, indeed. But they would learn that well enough tomorrow. "Does something about that bother you, my dear?" he asked in a smooth voice.

"Well... uh..." she stammered as her blush deepened and she looked between the dragon and the other slaves. "There are just... a lot of people in here and..."

The dragon grinned and gazed upon her form. He didn't bother to hide it and it only served to make the she-wolf more uncomfortable. "You needn't worry about them," he answered as he causally gestured to the other slaves. "They probably don't even have the will to lust after a beautiful fur such as yourself anymore and even if they did..." He turned his head to the male slaves. "Show them," he ordered.

All of the male slaves were lined up along the wall, standing straight with their hands clasped behind their backs. At their Master's order, they all lifted their loincloths without hesitation or complaint, keeping the same emotionless expression.

All of the females eyes widened and several horrified gasps sounded across the silent room. Several of them turned away, feeling sick to their stomach. All of the male slaves were in a similar... condition. That is to say that where their... manly bits should be there was a large scar, surrounded by unsightly and deformed patches of skin, probably the result of infection and/or improper care of the wound.

"See? No need to worry about any... unwanted happenings," the dragon said, not dropping his fanged grin.

No one had the courage to speak after that. Though it was buzzing around all of their head, no one wanted to express the fact that the dragon failed to mention any "unwanted happenings" by his own accord.

Many of the girls didn't have an appetite after seeing the emasculation of those poor furries, but their malnourished bodies won out in the end.

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Kalin relaxed his body upon his oversized bed. It was long since dark and time for some much-appreciated rest. Having to go through all that paperwork for the slave trade was tedious, especially for a warrior-type like himself. With a deep yawn, the dragon tightened his full-bodied embrace with the zebra slave he'd chosen to share his bed for the night. She tensed, obviously from fear and discomfort, but he paid it little mind. They were both devoid of any clothing, of course, and he took a moment to enjoy the feeling of her soft fur and heated skin on his own body. She was taller and broader than the other females, more of a warrior's frame. He could feel the strength of her body as he pulled her close. She certainly had all the graces of a woman, but he enjoyed the power she was also capable of as well. He closed his eyes and buried his head in her neck and chest, trying to welcome the sweet embrace of sleep. He knew that the young zebra probably wouldn't get much sleep tonight, but that was of little consequence.

There was no doubt that he wanted to bend each and every one of his new playthings over any available surface and fuck her until his wild needs were sated. Even so, he would take his time with them all. He would slowly worm his way into their minds, prodding here and poking there, until they were completely his. And when he finally claimed their bodies for his own, after all the tension and the mind games, it would be glorious and oh-so satisfying.

With that thought in mind and a grin on his muzzle, Kalin drifted off to sleep.