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Selene awoke with a start. She did not recognize where she was. This wasn't the slaves' barracks and this was not her bed. Then, she remembered. She was in Dante's mansion, sleeping in his guest room. Yesterday he had brought her home from the auction house and into her home. So glad to be proved wrong, she relaxed a little and settled back into bed. With a yawn, the wolfess sat up and tried to wake herself up from the dream-filled sleep. Selene tossed off the covers and prepared to get out, but not before noticing something odd.

There was a stain on the bed. It was colorless, so the theory of it being blood was ruled out quickly. Had she cried? No, tear stains would be on the pillow, not the mattress. Then it struck her: she had pleasured herself last night. She then noticed that her thighs were sticky with her juices that had dried on her fur. She also could smell her feminine scent rising through the air. With a blush, she remembered the naughty thoughts she was thinking while manipulating herself. She was not ashamed of the act however, because she had finally been able to express her love without the threat of a whipping.

Then, out of the corner of her eye, Selene noticed something else. By the door, there lay some clothing bags. She recognized them as the ones she had brought home from the mall yesterday. Raksha had probably put them there while she had been sleeping. Maybe even Dante had. She liked the thought of Dante watching her while she was asleep for some strange reason.

Climbing out of bed, she walked over to the bags and went through them. Although she liked the idea of walking around the house with her new negligee on, she knew that it would not stand with Dante and Raksha. Pulling out a t-shirt, jeans and a set of underwear, she began to change. Perhaps "change" is the wrong word. She wasn't wearing anything at the moment, so she merely had to pull on the new clothes over her beautiful, naked body. She wanted to wear the mischievous lingerie she had bought, but she figured that she would save it for a special occasion, whatever it may be. So she settled for a regular bra and regular panties...for now, at least.

After Selene finished changing her clothes, she left the guest room and headed downstairs. On her way down the flight, an intoxicating fragrance met her muzzle. She found it hard to place the smell, but she could tell it was meat. Breakfast, for her, for was usually scraps of bread and water, and that was only if they had behaved themselves. Sometimes the masters sent the slaves out for work without breakfast, in order to keep them thin. This was hardly necessary, because the diet was very restricting to begin with. Hunger was designed to keep them in line. If you want your next meal, behave yourself and do what the masters say. That was the rule. She was finally getting normal food for a change. It was one of the many new things she was thankful for.

As the aroma grew stronger, her pace down the stairs quickened. As she reached the ground floor, the sound of sizzling bacon entered her ears. Since she had never eaten bacon during her slavehood, she had never heard such a peculiar noise. Upon entering the kitchen, she found Raksha sitting at the table reading a newspaper and Dante at the stove, a frying pan in his hand.

Hearing her footsteps, Dante's head turned to face her. "Good morning, Sweetheart! Come, sit down, breakfast is almost done," he said with a smile and a wink.

Selene slowly sat down at the table, gazing at the spread before her. A plate with buttery toast and scrambled eggs sat before her. A glass of milk, orange juice and even a cup of tea had been placed around the morning meal. "This was how breakfast was meant to be," she thought to herself.

Dante walked toward her with the frying pan in one and a fork in the other. He placed several strips of sizzling bacon on her plate and asked, "Did you sleep well? No nightmares, I hope."

Her answer: "No, no nightmares, Dante. I slept real good, thank you for letting me stay here for the night."

"No problem, sweetheart. Stay as long as you like. Its good to actually fill the empty space in this house. Leaving rooms unused is a sin in my opinion."

Dante put some bacon of Raksha's plate, then his own. He sat down in his chair and began to eat his meal. "So, Selene dear, would you like to accompany me on some errands today?"

"Sure. If I might ask, what kind of errands?"

"Oh, just a trip to the store for some groceries and a swing by the library are all I need to do. I hate to be alone and I'd like to get to know you more, so I figured bringing you along would help me figure out what makes you tick, my dear girl."

Selene was very happy that Dante wanted her around. A girl loves to feel appreciated. "Oh, okay. I could probably help you shop, but I'm no good with books."

Dante laughed. "Well, that's good. I never buy the right stuff, anyway. It'll be good to have someone helping me out." He turned to Raksha, "How about you, Raksha, wanna tag along?"

The vixen, looking up from her newspaper, admitted, "Nah, you two have fun, I've actually got some errands of my own to run."

Dante's smile faded as her heard the reply. He argued playfully, "Ah, come on, do you know how cool it feels to have every other guy you walk by staring at you in jealousy because he's got to gorgeous girls with him? Don't make me beg, you know how much I dislike it when other people disrupt my fun."

Raksha smiled as only a vixen can, with a sarcastic, clever little purse of the lips. Came her response, "Well, sorry, but you're going to have to settle with only one piece of arm candy today, Dante. As much as I enjoy having a new friend to hang around, I've some matters to attend to."

"Alright, I guess it'll only be Selene and I having fun today."

Raksha chuckled under her breath. Dante's statement couldn't have been more wrong.

When Dante and Selene had left, Raksha put down her newspaper and went upstairs to change. Her fur was a brilliant orange with a creamy white stripe bisecting her body. Her hair was a dark red and hung down to her shoulder blades. Her breasts were quite big and her hips her dangerously sleek. She was very beautiful and attracted a lot of attention to herself, something she was especially proud of.

She was going to wear her black corset today. She tightened it around herself and then threw on a dark denim jacket over it. No bra. "Why try to hide them? Besides, I won't be out long," she thought wickedly. How Raksha loved to tease her admirers. To accompany her top, she put on some dark jeans and a black cowgirl hat. She placed a pair of black aviator sunglasses on the brim of her nose. How she loved the color black, it was the perfect color to describe her personality. Provocative, determined and fierce. She tired her long dark red hair into a ponytail with a black ribbon, to draw attention to her lovely mane. Dante had often accused her of dressing like a tomboy, but that was not the case. Beyond her attire, Raksha was very feminine. Her feminine personality was the reason she was going out today, in fact.

Once she was satisfied that she looked good, she went down stairs and grabbed her purse, which was black, of course. She went into the hall and out the door. She made her way to the garage that was on the side of the circular drive. She took a remote out of her purse and with the press of a button, the garage doors retracted, revealing a sports car.

It was her jet black corvette. She loved this thing, but only used it on special occasions. Today was such an occasion. Raksha got in, inserted the key and turned it. The engine roared to life with a magnificent howl. She pulled out of the driveway and down the long stretch of road down to the main gate. Once out on the main road, she pressed the gas pedal down with her pointy toed shoe. "Next stop, the galleria," she thought with a smile of satisfaction.

Upon reaching the mall, she got out of the car and walked into the grand center. It was only a few minuets before noon, so the place was only about a third full as at night. That was good news, less people to recognize her. Her heartbeat was growing faster, and for obvious reasons. The reason she was here was quite embarrassing, but it had to be done. She walked down the wing, walking passed stores displaying the latest televisions and radios. Some stores had beautifully decorated cakes in the windows or bridal wear placed on faceless mannequins. But none of these stores interested her, no. She was interest in a far less classy shop.

Upon reaching her destination, she looked up at the store sign. She had been here before, but the store's name seemed was too fitting to not look at. It read, in bright pink letters, "Guilty Pleasures". The sign made the idea of going in all the more mischievous.

She walked in, a bell ringing softly as she did, alerting whoever was on duty that there was a customer. This store did not sell fancy cakes or wedding dresses or televisions, but it was her favorite store none the less. This was an adult paraphernalia shop.

She strode passed provocative outfits, whips and videotapes. Despite how these things caught her eye, they were not what she was here for. She reached the front desk, and seeing no employees around, she rang the small bell for assistance.

"Coming!" a voice answered with distress. Suddenly, a small lioness appeared from the backroom. She was breathing abnormally.

Raksha teased the lioness, "Morning, Rachel. Trying out some of the merchandise back there, were you?"

The lioness lied, badly, "Very funny. No, I was actually trying to move a bunch of heavy boxes for your information."

Raksha giggled and said, "I see. Anyways, I just stopped by to see if that "thing" I ordered came in."

The lioness disappeared behind the counter for a second and then reappeared with a parcel. "Just arrived this morning, it did. I hear those things are the best you can buy."

"We'll see about that," Raksha said with another giggle. "By the way, I was wondering if you had any good erotic novels in here, I've been looking for a good read, lately."

The lioness stared, "You? Read? I had no idea that you used your brain! I thought that's why come here so often."

"Very funny, Rachel. Now let's have it, any good novels?"

"One moment, please" said the lioness. She disappeared into the backroom for a moment. During this long silence, Raksha stared at the parcel on the counter. It was not terribly large, yet not too small, either. She knew perfectly well what it was and looked like, but she was tempted to steal a peak inside. No, she mustn't. "Wait till you get back," she thought.

Then, Rachael emerged from the backroom with a small book in her hand. "From the reviews, this one is good. By a guy named Sebastian Stripe. He's a pretty good at this kind of stuff. He's written quite a few of these, but I hear this one's the best. It's called, 'Her First Time.' He's good on details, so you're sure to like it."

"I'll take it, how much do I owe you?"

"I'll put it on your tab, so don't worry about it."

"I don't have a tab, Rachael."

"Exactly, now take you book and package and get out of my hair. I was in the middle of a great wet daydream until you walked in."

"Alright, Rachael, I'll be seeing you soon."

As the vixen walked out of the store with her purchase, she heard the lioness shout, "And next time, call before you show up!"

Raksha giggled at that little statement. The poor girl did work in a sex shop, so she was bound to get horny during the day. With the book and item in hand, Raksha set off for the food court. "Time for some lunch," the vixen said to herself while licking her teeth hungrily.

Raksha ordered a nice tuna sandwich and settled down to eat it near the fountain the middle of the pavilion. Curiously, she opened her book and started to read the first few pages. She did not want to get too into it now, because she feared it would overly excite her, but surely a few pages couldn't hurt. She flipped open the cover and began to read its feral story.

She lay there on the bed, beautifully naked. She posed with a hand on her thigh and the other propped up her head. The painter was working quickly, trying to get her image onto his canvas. He would dab the cloth with his brush, take a long look at her voluptuous body, and then return to the canvas. He found it hard to paint her with a straight face. She was such a gorgeous creature.

She was a tigress, and a very beautiful one at that. Her breasts were large and round. Her waist was slender and her thighs were sleek enough to coax even the shyest of men to look.

As he painted her naked body, the artist could not help but admire how beautiful the woman was. He tried his best not to blush, failing miserably. This was the first nude portrait he had ever done.

"All done," he exclaimed, turning the canvas around so the tigress could see. When her eyes landed upon the freshly painted picture they light up with excitement.

"Well done, Mr. Robert. I'm thrilled! You've made me look so...beautiful."

"That's because you are beautiful, Miss Cassandra. You performed magnificently, thank you for your patient cooperation."

"You're quite welcome. Wow, you said that this was your first nude? It looks like you've been painting the female figure all your life!"

"Thank you, I'm grateful that you agreed to be my first nude portrait. It would've been a shame to have had to paint you with all those clothes on. I just think the body looks better naked, is all."

"Hmm, I see. I have to admit this was my first time posing nude. I found it strange to be posing naked at first, but you were so polite and reserved. While I was posing, I was trembling with excitement. It isn't everyday you get to show off your body like this outside your own home."

"Well, I have a confession to make as well; I was shaking while I was painting you. I couldn't stop blushing."

"Thank you, Mr. Robert. A girl likes to feel appreciated. I say, all this sexy talk is making the room a little warm, wouldn't you say?"

"Yes, it does feel warmer in here than before."

The tigress got up from the bed, still naked, and slowly strolled around him. She looked him up and down with her emerald green eyes and smiled. "You're a very nice artist. I know a lot of other lesser men who would scream at the model if she didn't get the pose just right, thank you for being so good to me, Mr. Robert."

"Thank you for posing so beautifully and patiently, Ms. Cassandra. It must have been a little embarrassing to pose naked for me, so I'm very grateful for your effort."

"You're quite welcome." The tigress stopped at his front and then wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her bare bosom against his chest. "Say, would you like to do some...research?"

The male fox was flabbergasted with her strange request, "Research? What kind?"

"Oh, just some anatomy. Female anatomy."

His reply was accompanied by a labored breath and profuse sweating, "Are you asking me if I want to--?"

"Yes," was the tigress' modest answer. "We've got a nice bed, I'm naked, and a whole day to ourselves. So, how about it? Are you going to make me use my 'powers of persuasion' or will you go willingly?" She grabbed her luscious breasts to indicate what she meant by that little cliché.

The young fox was struck with indecision.

Looking around, the Robert hesitantly asked, "Are you sure?

The tigress flashed a toothy smile, "So you are willing! I knew you weren't so reserved after all."

She took his hand and led him over to the bed. She laid down on the cool mattress and pulled him on top of her. Slowly, she began to take off his clothes. She unbuttoned his shirt and he pulled it off. The tigress moved her hand over his grown, feeling his erection through his jeans. She unbuttoned them too, and then eagerly worked on his boxer shorts. His firm, pink manhood emerged from the clothing.

The tigress licked her lips at the sight and thinking of how good it would feel to have it put into her eagerly awaiting pussy.

Raksha stopped reading. This was getting too hot for her; she was already starting to feel herself get wet. She did not want to risk creaming herself in public, so she closed the book. She quickly finished her sandwich and raced home.

When she arrived home, Raksha could barely stand it. She threw her purse aside and raced upstairs to her bedroom with her parcel and book in hand. When she had reached her room, she settled down on the black, heart-shaped bed. She began to immediately discard her clothing. The denim jacket came off and so did her jeans. Her corset's strings loosened and she slipped out of it. She pulled down her panties to reveal her moist opening, already swollen with excitement.

She determined it was time to open her parcel. She lifted the lid to reveal a black, six-inch vibrator. It was exactly as she ordered it. Around it, artificial veins snaked this way and that to give it a realistic feel of a male's shaft. On the bottom, toward the base, there were two semispherical domes, which were meant to resemble testicles. But they served a double purpose, the suction cup on the bottom allowed for it to be stood up and ridden in the cowgirl position.

But this examination was taking too long. It was time to put it to the real test. Raksha threw herself back onto the bed, resting her head against the pillow so she could see what her hands were doing. She wrapped her hand around it, and very delicately pressed the head of the toy against her vaginal lips. Raksha moaned loudly. The toy gave her such a sexy touch. She ran the tip around her entrance for a few more moments, teasing herself. The toy felt so good, almost better than a real man. When she could take it no longer, she stopped fooling and began to press the toy into her wet sex, excruciatingly slowly. Inch by inch, little by little, the black, rubbery rod dipped into her, stretching out her inner walls as it delved deeper.

When it was in two-thirds of the way, Raksha turned the small knob at the base of the toy slightly. This turned the vibrator onto its lowest setting. Despite it being the lowest, it began to shake and hum violently. The vibrations sent Raksha into a rush of pleasure. It tickled her insides tenderly and warmly, making her leak small amounts of nectar. She let it sit like that for awhile. She then picked up the novel, turned to where she had left off and started reading again.

"Oh, Robert, I had no idea that you were so...gifted!"

"Well, it's hard to keep it put away with a woman like you around, Ms. Cassandra."

"Robert, you have me in bed and you're still going to talk to me like a gentleman? Call me Cassie, please."

"Okay, Cassie, what would you like me to do to you?"

"Oh, please, put your little friend there in me. I want it inside me, all the way."

Robert did as commanded. He pressed his shaft up against the tigress' lovely loins. When his member met with her pussy, a warm sensation filled them both. There was a teasing tickle as he moved the smooth tip around her juicy pink petal.

The tigress moaned with pleasure but then whimpered sadly, "I said in me, Robert. Please, don't tease me. Put it in me, now."

"As you wish, Cassandra." The fox said with a smile. He steadied himself and using his hand to guide his shaft, began to press into Cassie. The tigress cried out with joy as her sex became filled with male and pressed her hips back against the invader, trying to get the maximum amount of pleasure.

"Okay, now hump me, Robert. Hump me as fast and long as you can. Whatever you do, I beg you, don't stop thrusting!"

Nodding, the male fox began drew back his member, almost nearly pulling out of her, and the just as quickly forced his way back in. The friction gave way to ecstasy and he rocked his hips against her, back and forth, back and forth."

Raksha, getting excited from her read, began to imitate what Robert had been doing. She grabbed a hold of the dildo's end, and began to thrust it in and out of herself. She had never had a male before, but she knew that it must have felt good. This was proof. She began to pump the toy a bit faster, making sure to use as much of its length as possible. It was still humming away inside her, making her insides shake with joy. She went back to the book:

"Yes, good, Robert, good," the tigress cried. She squealed with pleasure as Robert's member continued to stuff her. Her delicate walls gave way to its rock-hard firmness. Her hips began to push back in spasm. She loved the way it felt in her, so she decided to take the whole thing. Cassie pushed her hips down his shaft, forcing her way down to his knot. She felt Robert's testicles slap against her bottom, indicating that she was as far down as she could go. Refusing to stop, however, she clenched her inner muscles around his cock tight, to milk his member for all its worth.

Robert's member began to let out some fluid, which Cassie's honeypot greedily drank. His pace was getting faster than before. His hips began to pump faster and deeper. This greatly added to both of their pleasure, but it did not come without a price: Robert could feel climax approaching.

Almost as if she had read his mind, Cassandra spoke up, "Getting close? Let me take over for a little while." She pulled away, Robert's dick sliding out of her tight pussy messily. Then, Cassie flipped herself over and had Robert kneel. On her knees, Cassie began to lick his wonderful member with her tongue. Robert tensed with the new sense of passion. Her tongue tickled him. It was only meant to tickle, not make him yell out in ecstasy. He seemed to enjoy the teasing licks, though.

Then, Cassie tried a stronger approach. She wrapped her long tongue around his tip, and brushed over it as if she were painting it. The fox howled. But soon, he found his member surrounded by moist warmth. Looking down, he noticed that Cassie had taken his member into her mouth. She lovingly suckled upon it, as if she were a baby hungry for its 'milk'.

While she kept her mouth around him, she brought her tongue over his flesh, trying to excite the fox to giving her a small sample of his cum. With a mischievous hand, she cupped his testicles and massaged them between delicate fingers. His reaction was priceless: he moaned loudly, and a weak jet of pre came bursting out of his manhood.

Cassie made a pleased sound when the warm liquid entered her mouth. He tasted so good, like sugar.

Raksha decided the mimic Cassie and place the dildo in her mouth. This wouldn't do much to pleasure her, but it would help make the situation seem a little more realistic. She copied Cassie's technique of swirling her tongue on the tip, then taking the whole thing into her mouth. She could taste her own juices on it, but pretended they belonged to the imaginary male she was doing it with. She felt her cheeks stretch as the toy entered the orifice.

Raksha inserted two fingers into her moist pussy to keep her pleasure up. Her thoughts wandered as she imagined she was giving oral pleasure to a hefty male. She stroked herself wildly while continuing to give her "lover" the best licking of his life. She licked wildly until her jaw began to cramp and her tongue began to dry out. She also noticed that her fingers were quickly bringing her to orgasm. At this rate, she would not last another minute.

Taking a moment to calm herself down, she went back to the novel. The two lovers were trying yet another position.

"So, you wanna switch again?" asked Cassie.

"Yes, let's. What would you like to try this time?

Cassie thought hard about that and then came to a realization. "How about the cowgirl?"

"Cowgirl? How do you do that one?"

"Come here, I'll show you."

This tigress laid the fox down on the bed, and sat on his waist. She hovered over his erect manhood, and then slammed her pussy down on it, all the way down to his knot.

Robert yelped as the tigress slid all the way down his shaft. It wasn't before long that she started bucking her hips as if she was riding a horse. Robert played along and bucked up into her moist snatch.

"So that's...why they...call it...the cowgirl," Robert said between labored breaths.

"You catch on quick, sweetie," the tigress teased.

She began to buck her hips faster. Robert wrapped his paws around her furry rump and guided her humps. This was by far the best position they had yet tried. Cassie grabbed her bouncing breasts as she rode Robert like a horse. She was going mad with pleasure.

"I can't hold on too much longer, Robert," the tigress moaned.

"Then let's go all the way, honey."

Both of the lovers increased their pace, trying their best to accelerate into orgasm. Soon the warming feeling of climax began to spread within their bodies. It would not be long now.

Somewhat recovered and ever the hornier, Raksha decided to try this last technique. She placed the dildo on the bed. Using the suction cups, she positioned it upright, allowing it to stand on end. Raksha draped her wet pussy over the rubber shaft, licking her lips in anticipation. She slowly slid down onto it, letting it pierce her like a knife of pleasure.

She let out a sweet moan as the vibrator entered her again. Once all the way down, she began to grind her hips. Using a sticky paw, she turned on the battery once again, this time to top speed.

The shaft began to pulsate wildly, driving itself like a piston into her womb. Raksha began to moan and shake wildly. She cursed out loud. This felt too damn good. The vibrator was bringing her swiftly to a long awaited orgasm. With only a few moments left in the session, Raksha turned to the final page of the story.

"Oh, Robert, it's starting!" The tigress cried, her mind lost in a frenzy of pleasure. Robert response was to hold her more firmly, taking a firmer hold on her rump. She began to bounce wildly on his member, wanting so desperately to get to orgasm, and fast.

Robert did the same by pushing himself farther into her wet folds, until he could go no further. The stage was set, this was it. The pleasure rose higher and higher until Robert thought his heart would stop. When it seemed as things had hit peak proportions, he felt fluids pour out of him in a rush.

Feeling these juices insider her, Cassie came too. They moaned together as they climaxed. The fountain of nectar inside them soon receded, and they were both left with sweating bodies, gasping for breath.

Robert, with a smile and loving the feeling of the warm afterglow, said, "I think I like painting nudes..."

The story ended there, but things were not over for Raksha. She continued to pump wildly on the shaft, as it fired back at her. It was too much; her dam was going to burst. She imagined the vibrator was Robert's shaft humping her into oblivion. When this thought crossed her mind, she came wildly. Her juices released in a steady stream, covering the toy with clear, feminine cream.

As soon as she had finished with her fine orgasm, Raksha pulled the dildo out, and rested back against the bed, enjoying the way her body throbbed with the remains of carnal pleasure. "That thing is definitely worth the money," she thought, laughing wearily.

She did not have time to enjoy her afterglow however, because she heard a far away noise. The front door had swung open. Someone called from downstairs, "Raksha, we're home." It was Dante. He called out several more times, wondering where she was.

"I'm in my room, I'll be down in a sec," she called back.

"Okay, but hurry, I brought dinner!"

She put the dildo and the book back in the box and placed it underneath the bed. "I'll save that for a rainy day," she thought with a wicked smile. "Now, for some dinner."

She quickly put some clothes on and raced downstairs for the evening meal, her tail wagging from her little fun.