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A pain filled scream echoed through a dainty neighborhood. A Salamander female was held down by straps as her legs were severed. Her arms were already gone and sutured. Her eyes filled with puss and tears. The one who had done this to her stood beside her with a bloody fire axe in hand.

"Sir, enough is enough. This one's worthless now." A human male slave tender spoke out.

All the man received was an insane cackle as the Master swung the axe and beheaded his slave. As the head and body rolled to the floor, slaves and tenders looked in disgust and fear. Especially when the insane man reached for an Iguana male.

The male looked to the tender whom had beaten him for over a decade and gave him a slow blink. He did not fight the coming torture of the insane man. As he was turned and forced down to his knees by a strong grip to the scruff of his neck, he reached under his twine belt into his ragged linen and grabbed the pummel of a dagger.

"If I die, I will be the last!" He slammed the blade between the ribs of the Master.

As the man fell, he swung the axe and caught the slave across the right eye fortunately it was not fatal or permanently marking. His tender came up to the Iguana and pulled him away from the dying man. The slaves and ten tenders sighed in relief.

"Well, shit." The same tender said. "Looks like we all need to hike it."

"Roger, how can we be blamed? The slave did it, not-"

"Karen, we poisoned the bastard, remember? He was the one in a billion that went insane instead of having cardiac arrest... We must run, but we are all free now. We are no longer forced to beat everyone to get a paycheck. Lizard, take that knife, if you get caught with his blood on it you will be killed instantly unlike us."

"Yes, sir." The male took it and wiped the blood off on the dead body before replacing it under his cloth.

"Karen, Fredric, gather everyone and find the rebels. I'm going to burn this place. I'll catch up... soon. I promise."

"Bro..."

"Just go."

A few hours later a pack of fifty filed into an abandoned warehouse. Roger joined them just as he had promised with the addition of a second degree burn on his arm where the gasoline splash-burned on him.

Being as close to a slave as possible, the tenders knew the same relief of being free of the reign of terror. Now they only needed to find safety amongst those who wanted freedom for all. As long as they didn't get caught and all forced into slavery again.

Through out the night and most of the next day, no one truly slept. The barely clothed slaves huddled together as usual while the tenders held vigils. They had managed to find the master's gun collection and took what they could, but it only made the slaves nervous to be around the weapons.

The Iguana that had taken the life had taken control of the slaves while Roger in turn did the same for the tenders. This afternoon, the two talked freely as they had the night before the Salamander's death.

"I wish we could have saved her." Roger sighed.

"Not everyone knew what could happen. So, are you going to uphold your end?"

"Of course, once we know we can make it out of the city everyone can part ways."

"Somehow, I doubt your words..."

"I know... I can agree with you. I just hope we all can make it out of here without one of us being placed within chains."

With a sigh from both, they parted back to their groups. One tender had gone out to get enough food supplies to hopefully last them a month. Once that one returned with the supplies and a crate of space blankets, everyone seemed to relax a bit more.

"Good news, everyone," The tender said as he handed out the blankets. "There are no suspected survivors, apparently the house blew up and scattered across the neighborhood. If we go in small groups, we can get to the hills and be done with this shit."

Roger shivered and sighed. "Tom, I won't ask why you risked it... but thanks..." He opened the crate of foodstuffs and found pita bread and hard cheese, slave supplies... the cheapest kind of food no one would get suspicious from someone buying in bulk. "Damn, guess that was expected. Okay, people, we need to make this last for a while so be picky."

With that everyone made a line and took a little of the supplies. As everyone sat and ate in silence, the rumble of a helicopter roared over head making everyone tense up. It passed with a loud sigh from the group.

Three days went by, tension rose, and everyone feared they would soon be found. Two tenders and fifteen slaves went out that third night and attempted to make for the hills. The remaining group did not hear from them. On the fifth day, only two tenders and ten slaves remained. This was the group that thought it insane to leave just yet, but the tenders knew that armed guards moving with a small group of slaves was common. Roger and Karen were the tenders while the Iguana and the more timid slaves remained.

The Iguana paced as Karen spoke loudly that morning. "We are going. Just act like you would before and no one should stop us. We just need to be sure to get our stories straight. We are going to market in Kentucky. That should get us to the station and-"

"Fuck that, we go there and they are doomed to be slaves again. I for one won't stand for that shit. I say we are going to a private buyer in the country that wants to remain anonymous so we have free passage out of town even if it is on foot. We're tenders, we are expected to walk as much as any slave."

"Fine... but I don't want to hear you complaining about those damn boots."

"As long as we can get into the forest, who cares. We might even meet up with the others."

The Iguana snorted then went back to his fellows, he knew the two would not listen to him. He wanted to speak up, but his life got the better of him. He had his power, even under his Master, he was the second in command over the slaves. He was the most loyal until the man struck him without a reason. The Master cracked even before those two poisoned him. The Master had never struck him before, in fact the man prized his second and even flaunted him about in public, gussying him up like a show dog. Both of them enjoyed it.

The night that Roger approached him with the plan, he fell right into it hoping it would bring his beloved Master peace. But what everyone else did not know was that as long as he could be found alive, he would inherit his Master's belongings. It was unethical, but not unheard of. Given the chance he would go to the Guild House and report in so he could claim his due. He let his breath rumble in his throat; with a stomp, he made his decision.

"I'm going to the Guild House."

Roger and Karen glanced up at the Iguana. "Are you insane?" They yelled out.

"I am the heir. If we show that we live while the public knows Master Mason is dead, then I become the Master and we can leave town without worry... I did not want the other tenders to know, they would not listen."

"True, they wouldn't." Karen grumbled. "I just barely do. But it is the best shot we got, and the Lizard gets a destroyed home."

"And a summer home." The Lizard added.

"Wait... He had a second house?"

"Mostly meant for him and me. It is big enough for everyone here, though."

"Well, damn. If he's telling the truth, we get off scot-free and we get a roof over our heads to boot." Roger smiled.

"And if he's wrong, they become slaves once more and we get to walk... hopefully."

"If we go now, no one can have proof we did not come from out of town."

The Iguana turned to his fellows and frowned, "Just so you all know, I will have to prove myself to the council that I am a capable Master. Some of you will be beaten, those who they do not choose just might walk away untouched."

He turned and walked out, not caring if the others followed. He always planned for this day, and now it had arrived. He had to steel himself for what was to come. He heard the tenders and the slaves rush out to follow him.

Within the hour, they stood before the mansion-like building that was the Guild House for slavers in this district of the country. They went in and was directed straight to the council chamber where they were to wait for their hearing. The wait was not long, once all twelve members of the High Council was seated, the hearing began.

"It is true that Gregory Mason is dead and his heir is his second which stands before us. We cannot deny the laws of this land. Yet he must prove himself worthy of holding the slaves." Councilman One spoke loudly after hearing the plea of those before him.

"High Council, I have been in the employ of Mason for nearly two decades. I have personally seen the punishments this one has brought upon the other slaves that have not done their duties to the exact words of their Master." Roger knelt and bowed his head knowing his ranking among the others.

"No doubt, tender. But our laws stand, he must prove himself worthy. Bring in the slaves. Tender, give him your whip."

"Yes, Councilman One. Here, Lizard, show them what Mason wanted..."

The ten slaves that had followed them in was escorted into the chamber. The Iguana went to the group and unfurled the whip. He grabbed a fellow reptile, a Chameleon, he was a foot taller than this one. His eyes begged for forgiveness while he hissed out the order to kneel before the Council.

"Give this one thirty lashes."

"My pleasure."

The first whack of the whip echoed loudly in the uncarpeted room, the whine of the leather and the scream of anguish from the slave became increasingly louder. Scales ripped away after ten strikes, blood and flesh peeled with them staining the already red floor with more coloring. The final five strikes made the slave collapse and weary, the Iguana gave him two extra for showing weakness before the Council. Roger came when he was directed and tended to the slave's wounds so he would not fall ill.

"What next, High Council?" The Iguana asked as he coiled the whip.

He watched as the council members whispered to each other. The leader spoke firmly, "We see that you are indeed knowledgeable of the Masters Decree. There were more under Mason's name including more tenders. Where are their whereabouts?"

"Unknown, Councilman One. We were sent out for supplies so that Mason and I could prepare ourselves for the annual shows."

"And where are these supplies?"

"Lost, Sir. We dropped them as soon as we found out about the burning and came straight here."

"Very well."

Once more the council talked amongst themselves.

"Since the rest of the slaves were not found amongst the ruins, we shall overlook the other tests so that you may rebuild the registered building unless you wish to change that."

"Only temporary, there is the summer home were Mason and I went to prepare at so that there were no interruptions."

"Yes, that is listed here in the registry. Very well. What will be the name we mark for the license?"

The Iguana was silent for a brief moment. "I would like to be known as the Collector. Collector Mason."

"It shall be shall be done. Let this be known that Collector Mason is now sole owner of Mason Manor and all property under the same house. Should any of the missing slaves be found, they will be returned to the Manor after a beating. The tenders shall be taking under arrest for theft and will be punished according to the laws of the Guild." Councilman One slammed the gavel that rested in front of him. "Council adjourned."

After the council left, Collector visibly relaxed and sighed. He turned to the Chameleon and checked on him. He directed two others to carry him as they left. A carriage and a cage cart waited them outside courtesy of the High Council. The driver already had the directions to the small property and as soon as the slaves were in the cage and the new Master and tenders aboard in the slave-drawn carriage settled, he took off.

During the ride, Karen and Roger stared at their new boss.

"What now... boss?" Karen grumbled.

"For the moment, continue your jobs. We'll speak more once at the house." Collector sat to where he could look out the back window at the cage, the slaves did their best to keep their injured fellow from becoming more injured.

The wounds on the lizard were covered, but still bled. He knew what he had to do. He had to make a profit, and then buy more slaves. Their freedom could not be bought, but a better life could be gotten.

Six months passed, they were back in the city at the Manor. The two remaining tenders were now caretakers, twenty-five slaves were recovered and four tenders tried and imprisoned. The Manor was modernized, everything electric, including the slave quarters in the basement. Though that had to remain to Guild regulations, the basement was still far better off than most. True beds and communal baths and lavatories were placed.

During the rebuilding, the summer home had become a farm and quickly became profitable from the milk, meat, and grains. Collector even went shopping and came home with three male Wolves. These Wolves were placed as guards. Many in the neighborhood complimented the Collector's changes towards the property and even asked to trade slaves. He denied all trades, he was buying to keep. This raised many brows, but many slavers did this.

The first snow had just started, the sluggish form of the Collector bugged him. He did not hibernate, given his bloodline had Warm Bloods, but the urge still called him. Many of the Cold Blood slaves were allowed to hibernate for the first time in their lives. This only made the workloads of the mammals heavier, though they did not complain as they had full bellies and warm beds.

Today, the Collector stepped out into the snow, Roger was behind him acting as chauffer for his employer. They were heading to the slave market. He was looking for a capable second and a female that could satisfy his carnal needs. The snow fell heavily, though it barely collected. Many readied themselves for the holiday season, the Collector cared less for this holiday than that of the death of a child. The vehicle pulled into the garage port. Below ground, the market sat out of sight of the public eye so not to 'soil the innocent,' Roger opened the door for the Iguana and followed close behind him as they entered the elevator.

Once among the slavers, the lizard's posture tightened and his face became stern. He had to make a reputation for himself, though everyone already knew his name, they did not respect him. He came up to the first stall where the labors were generally sold, on the poles that the slaves were chained to hold several Horsefolk, a couple of humans, and Canines.

These were too marked up for his liking, he moved on. The higher quality stalls came further in. He hesitated at the punishment stand, a male Iguana that shared the same green tinting as he, was up there. He listened to the Master as he shouted.

"This one dared grab trash to eat it! Whipping no longer takes effect, now I shall show the ultimate discipline."

The Collector swallowed hard, he knew what was coming.

The Master forced his hand into the genital slit of his slave and pulled out his hemipene and grabbed one with one hand then pulled a serrated blade from a sheathe with the other. The toothed blade came down upon the flesh and ripped through it. The Master then took the severed flesh and shoved it into the slave's mouth.

"You want to eat? Eat that!"

The slave swallowed the severed piece whole, tears streaming freely. The crowd was silent until the Guild Authority showed up and arrested the man for endangering a slave's life publicly. The slave was left bleeding, ignored by everyone but Roger and the Collector.

"Is there anything you can do?"

"No, not without any laws being broken in the process."

"Then let's move on."

They soon found themselves at the premium stalls, here all the pedigree slaves were sold to those with the money. The Collector was among those few in this town. He walked in and was immediately welcomed by the staff. He looked at the poles and saw a Fox male, he was young, premature with a grey coat. He greeted the potential Master and listed his qualities with practiced ease. The Collector nodded and walked on silently to his neighbor, an Iguana female. His nostrils picked up the pheromones she gave off, she was mature and just came out of her cycle untouched.

"Have you been bred before?" He asked.

"No, Master." She meekly answered.

He breathed in her scent then looked at the price on her collar then went back to the Fox and checked his. The total of the two equaled four thousand. He didn't like to pay that much, but for a virgin female and a pedigree Fox, he could not let this pass. He asked Roger to get the vendor then eyed the female and tried not to fantasize about her.

"How may I help you today, sir?"

"Will there be a chance that I get a discount if I buy multiple slaves?"

"Yes, when you purchase four, you get the fifth half off."

"Very well, I have ten grand in cash. You find me the rest to that amount and we both will be very happy."

"I will choose two for you, I will let you choose the last one."

With that he scoped the room and went to a male Doberman and looked him over. The vendor asked him which he wanted after a moment, the Collector answered and the three were unchained and brought forth while the vendor selected the other two, both Golden Eagles of opposite genders.

"A breedable pair selected just for you. Your total, with the discount comes to nine thousand."

The Collector opened his wallet and pulled out the required bills and gave them to the man.

"Please do return."

"As long as they hold up to the standards your stall proclaims, I will."

The Collector rubbed the muzzles and beaks of his new slaves then took their chains in hand and went to the car happy with his load for the month. In the privacy of his vehicle, he told the slaves their roles.

"You two birds with be the rodent control, you keep the problem down, and I will allow you to breed freely. As for you Fox, I am going to train you to be my second. You, Doberman, will work with my Wolves."

"And for me, Master?" The female Iguana asked.

"I will be taking you to my bed. Please me well, and you will be treated as such. Now, my ethics differ from the common slavers, I expect full work load from everyone. But if you do not tend to your chores and other tasks, I do punish. I may not beat someone close to death, as I have been there myself, but I do take privileges away. That will include hygienic privileges. You stay on my good side, you will be treated almost like family. You will still have to act like slaves around my guests, but you are welcome to enjoy your new lives as long as work gets done first. Am I understood?"

"May I ask about the meal?" The Fox asked quietly.

"Three times daily, whatever the cooks fix, you eat or you don't."

"What shall we do with the rodents we catch?"

"Are they not your natural prey besides fish?"

The Eagles nodded.

"Then do what comes natural." He wrapped his tail around his female and grinned. He then turned his attentions to the registration papers. He was happy to find that everyone was up to date on their vaccinations.

"Sir, we are at our destination. Shall I let you out at the front or in the garage?" Roger asked from the wheel.

"Front is fine, Roger, thank you."

A moment later the brakes squeaked as they came to a stop, the Fox folded his ears back at the loud sound. The Collector patted the pup's leg after noticing this. When Roger opened the door to let his boss out, he was notified to get the brakes checked. The slaves did not exit the vehicle until they were ordered to.

"Welcome to your new home, I grew up here as a slave and now I am Master over it. Fear not, this is not a brutal place, I eat what you eat. I will not allow harshness under my roof. Enjoy your life, for fate has led you to me. For I am the Collector." He grinned then opened the door for his new additions. "Come, come, don't be so shy, get in out of the cold and met your new family."

Inside Manson Manor, the air was warm, the scent friendly, and even the welcomes from the working slaves matched. The new ones were shocked to see a couple of slaves come up to their Master and latch onto him and even gave him a kiss. He asked the two to show the birds around while he took the other two upstairs.

"This is not the original manor, the first burned with my Master in it. But I tried to keep it the same while modernizing it at the same time. Now here is my room, were you will be sleeping, my dear, and next door will be your room. Right now, all that is in there is a bed. You be good, and next month I will take you shopping for décor and possibly a female... or male if you choose. Let's go into my room." He paused a moment for his followers to enter then he shut the door and locked it. "Right, your main chore is to please me, my dear, your secondary is to keep this room clean. You are allowed to leave this room, but when I go to bed, I want you right beside me. As for you, my pup, can you read and write?"

"No, Master."

"Call me Sir, I will have our caretakers teach you. For now, I want you to learn every nook and cranny of the Manor. I give you until next month before you start making sure nothing is missed. I will find random places and place an object, hidden of course, then see how long it takes for you to get some one to pick it up. I do not want you to personally touch it. You will oversee all of the slaves here. If I give you an order, it is your job to decide who gets that order fulfilled. Understand so far?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now for the fun part."

The Fox swallowed hard expecting a beating as his Master stepped towards him. Instead he found himself being dragged to the closet and hearing it open before he opened his eyes and taking in a breath.

"You know these tools well, we all do. I only want them used in extreme cases. I do not like the smell of blood. Use them if need be to get things done. Now, beside this," The Iguana pulled the sliding door over to reveal clothes and hiding the tools once more. "I want you to find something that fits you. You will wear it along with your collar and tags. I do not want my second in command roaming in nothing but his fur. As gorgeous as your coat is, I find that clothing among slaves brings about a feeling of power. And while you are doing that, I am going to learn the body of my bedmate."

The Iguana went up to the other sitting on his bed and rubbed her shoulders. She stared blankly into his eyes. He licked her chin then gently pushed her back. He nuzzled down her neck then her scaly chest licking every so often until he reached her slit. That's when he licked a claw and rubbed it onto her slit. He finally got her to gasp. He pushed his claw in and felt little resistance, he hoped she would fight him a little. Putting that disappointment aside, he removed his clothing then allowed his sensitive prongs hang out.

He rubbed them against her scales that covered her slit seeing if she would tense up. When she did not, he pushed one into her. She cringed at the intrusion that broke into her un-bred body. When he did nothing else, she looked at him once more. She saw the look of concern in his eyes.

"What does my Master wish of me?"

"To enjoy this. I bought you because you had yet been forced to have a random male thrown upon you. Yet when it is your Master who breeds you, you do nothing but lie there... I am concerned that I made the wrong choice of when I thought of you baring my young."

"My body is yours, Master, you just need to say what you want."

He sighed then pulled out of her. "Fine, then taste me, I want you to milk my seed from me."

He watched her slide down the bed and take both of his hemipene into her lipless maw and suckle on them. He moaned, this was better than the other end. He would have to work with her to get what he wanted. She did not have to work him over long before his right pene twitched and poured his seed into her maw. He moaned as she drank it all. Once the streaming stopped, she dropped the meat fall from her mouth and showed the last of the semen on her tongue. He bent down and twisted his head to put his mouth over hers and licked his own seed off her tongue. This got a moan from her as he kissed her.

"There, that is more like it. I need you to be more of a mate than a sex slave."

"I will do my best, Master."

He sighed, "Thank you. For a future goal: loosen up, alright?"

"Yes, Master."

He sighed and pulled his flesh back into himself. When he turned to grab his clothes, he noticed the Fox watching with interest. He chuckled and tossed his clothes into the bin then grabbed a robe from the rack next to the bin.

"What is grabbing your attention, pup?"

"I have never seen a Master be gentle before."

"Odd, am I not? Get used to it. Anything else? I can tell you wish to ask me something."

"Were you honest when you said that you would get me a female?"

"Indeed I was. You prove yourself willing to work and I will supply. Now, you two have the privilege of a private bath, come with me."

He took the two out and across the hall to a large full bath, one corner had a shower stall, another had a garden tub built for two. A dual sink was set against the wall next to a shining toilet.

"If you take a bath, I ask that you clean any loose scales or fur so that it does not clog the drain. The shower is not as important, but it still recommended. If the shampoo runs out, let Roger know. We buy soap in bulk, shampoo is different, we buy what is necessary. Right now the shampoo is for dry scales. I'll request some for fur. Now, for privacy, there is none from me. If I assume something is amiss, I will come in. Any questions?"

They did not answer.

"Fine. Now shall we go to the noon meal?" He asked as the city clock tolled noon.

The two nodded wanting to eat more than once in a day.

"Let's go then. I think today we have chicken alfredo and salad. I hope we have fresh tea."

As he walked off in his robe, the slaves were right on his tail licking their lips at the sound of something other than bread and butter.

They went into the large dinning room were a table made for thirty sat, the plates and utensils were set. The Collector took his place at the head of the table and the two sat on either side of him. Soon most of the slaves entered and sat in their places. Then the kitchen workers brought out the food. When all of the commotion settled, five seats were left open. Roger cleared his throat and asked every to bow their heads to give thanks for the meal. Though the former slave did not believe in religion in general, he allowed the human to have his way with the meals. Once that passed, everyone but the new five dug in. The Collector chuckled between bites.

"Dig in, like I said earlier, you eat or you don't. Your choice. This is one thing I will never take away even during punishment. I missed far too many meals in my life as a slave to know how important this means to everyone. Just eat what you dish out."

They smiled and started eating watching their Master carefully trying to eat at his pace. Again he chuckled at them. They looked at him curiously wondering if they did wrong.

"Just eat, I allow an hour for the meal."

After that hour, everyone was happily full. The Collector and his second went down to the basement where the Fox was learning about his duties. At the current moment, the Fox was learning how to properly crack a whip and strike his target without killing it. After snapping the board that represented the back of a slave, the Collector sighed and stopped him.

"Alright, time for a break."

They went over to the communal bath and filled the large tub. The area being surprisingly clean considered it was meant for the slaves, and well stocked of various supplies.

"Let's scrub you down so all that loose fur can be washed away. Since we are alone right now, did you ever have a name before you were a slave?"

"I was born a slave, Sir."

"I was afraid of that. Would you like a name?"

"If it pleases you, then yes."

The Collector smiled. "Once a lifetime ago, I was called Richard. I would like you to have that name. I was an orphaned street urchin that was... captured and enslaved. Luckily my trainer turned out to be my permanent Master. Gregory prized me so much that he went to enroll me into the shows. I was a champion. I bred many times, as fun as that was, it was never enough. It was after my third showing when he declared me his second. You want to know why I wanted you to be mine?"

"Yes."

"It was your age and the fact I could see it in your eyes that you had not the harsh training that the common slave had. I wanted you because of that. That and I couldn't help but see that sexy, bare furred form seduce me into buying you."

This made the Fox look at his Master curiously wondering what the true reason behind the bath. "Should I pleasure you, Sir?"

"No, no, I will save that energy for my clutch maker. But I have always have had a thing for Foxes, maybe after my first clutch is secure I will take you up on your offer."

"I shall be waiting for that day."

The Collector smiled as he leaned by Richard and grabbed the Wolfs' shampoo and lathered him up; it smelled of pine and cedar, but it did the trick. The canine moaned as he was scrubbed down up until his sheathe was tugged and his sensitive flesh was revealed to the warm water. With a gasp, he looked over his shoulder to his Master behind him. His Master smiled and passively licked the Fox's nose before lightly scrapping his scaly fingers across the boned flesh.

"I never said I would save your energy, now did I?"

"No... you did not, Sir."

"Just relax, my second, you might just learn something."

The finger slid down under the flaccid knot and wrapped around the squishy meat. The Iguana squeezed which made his canine companion instinctively thrust. The Fox started to bend forward until his Master pulled on the scruff on his neck and straightened him up.

"Stay straight, you will last much longer otherwise. Canines bend over their mates to ejaculate, stay straight and you won't have to displease anyone."

"I... I..."

"Shh. Just learn."

A few more tugs on the meat and the knot was bulging enough to stay out of the sheathe. The Collector then used the same finger to hook the claw around the engorged meat and used the smooth undersurface to stroke with. The Fox began to pant and fought his own instincts to go against his Master's tug on his neck. The moment the other hand released the neck, the Fox bent over and gave a few thrusts before spraying premature ejaculate into the palm of his Master.

"There you go. I will not mind if you practice especially when you are fully mature. Who knows... I might even let you practice with me." The lipless mouth pulled back into a sly grin.

This made the Fox smile as well.

"After you have relaxed, dry off and meet me upstairs. I have a meeting to attend and you will be joining me. It is in two hours, so be ready and dressed; definitely do not forget your collar. That is a must since you will be leaving the property."

"But-"

"I know. It should be on your bed, you can thank Roger for that." With that, the Collector got out of the water and grabbed a towel to dry off with. "Don't forget to brush those fangs of yours, it won't do me any good should you be shown off with yellow teeth."

"Yes, Sir."

After an hour, Richard found his Master talking to Roger. He had his nice new, sliver plated and embroidered collar in paw, he waited patiently for the conversation to end before asking his caretaker for help. He caught the majority of it and it startled him that he heard was to be shown to the Guild Masters. His jaw dropped momentarily before he straightened his posture.

"There he is."

"He found your old collar, and like you, can't figure out the latch. Here, pup, let me." Roger took the collar and popped the latch then placed it on the Fox's neck. "I can't believe that it looks better on him than you."

"Mm, that I can debate on for hours on in. Richard, that there is my final prize from my shows. I asked Roger to take it out of storage for you so that I have a prime looking second at my swearing. I will be joining the lesser council members in the House. But I will have many benefits the common slavers do not have. So keep it looking good. For everyday use, we'll get a different collar after the meeting. Now, we still have twenty minutes, so ask anything now before you have to remain silent."

"Am I to be beaten in front of the Guild Masters?"

"Not that I am aware of unless you do something they do not like. When Gregory was sworn in, I just stood there like a lump on a log, I was a showpiece, nothing more."

"Will they approve of your choice to clothe me?"

"It's every Master's choice if their slaves are covered or not." He waited a moment to see if anymore questions were coming. "If nothing else, let's get going early."

"Agreed." Roger roughed Richard's fur then went to get his keys.

"One of these days, you need to teach me how to drive."

"As if. I've seen how you ride a bike. I am not going to explain to the cops how the car got on top of the rooftops."

"Right... like that would even be possible." Collector snorted then went after Roger as he went to the garage.

Richard followed silently, almost wishing he could be as merry as his superiors.

Fifteen minutes later, they were parking at the Guild House. They piled out of the car and made their way into the lobby where they waited for the scheduled appointment. Collector reminded Richard on his mannerisms then he went to the receptionist to check in.

"The High Council awaits you Master Mason. Your party will be required to join you as well. They have a special request, that is all I know." The receptionist slave told him.

"Already? Alright, let's go."

They walked silently to the required chambers where a covered cage sat next to the Council. They welcomed Slave Master Mason and went right into their tasks and began swearing him into the Slave Council.

"Slaver Mason, upon agreeing upon the latter, you will be sworn in as a minor Guild Master and with it comes the responsibilities of such. Will you take this on as your duty?"

"I do, High Councilman. I take upon such with honor."

"Then it is done. Now unto your first official task. There has been a new species discovered and brought here. This is the first generation under slaver's control," The Council slaves pulled the cover away from the cage and revealed a winged reptilian beast that Human lore would describe it as a dragon. "We want to know if they are compatible with your kind. You may refuse this female, but then again you can take her to breed with and we will turn a blind eye to your... caring ways."

"Then I accept this task. I will breed her as often as I can between my other tasks."

"Release the slave into his control."

The cage was opened and the slave leashed and pulled over to the Collector where he took the leash of the twice larger female and looked her over. He refused to allow emotions show on him at the moment, but he beheld a gorgeous pink hued lizard with brown spots.

The Slaver tugged on the leash and led the way out after being dismissed. They were soon at the car and tried to figure out a way to get the beast home. Roger refused to have the beast latched to the roof while his boss refused to tie the leash to the bumper.

"If I may, Sir, I can ride the female and have her follow the car."

"The law would protest that... I will ride her."

"Very well, be careful, Sir."

The Collector eyed his second for a moment then sighed. "Alright, Roger, we will see you later. Richard, climb on."

"Yes!" Richard grinned as he cheered under his breath.

The two climbed onto the beast and settled in between the shoulders of the dragon-like slave. The Master smacked the beast with the leash and directed her to the market. People and slaves alike moved out of the way of the quick moving beast that ran down the sidewalks. The way the beast acted, Collector wanted to know if she even had a personality. He made a mental note to try to get her to talk.

The ride ended when the dragon hit a roadblock made of doors. Her Master blinked and looked around, they were at the main entrance to the Slave Market. He did not ask how she knew their destination when he wanted to go to the parking garage. He shrugged it off then climbed down to open the door. Richard was quick to dismount as the dragon squeezed her way inside without damaging anything. Collector was shocked to see her contort her way through the lobby like a mouse going through a windowsill.

"Damn..." Richard whispered as he watched.

"Agreed. Um... yea, we are still in public, watch yourself." Collector straightened his own posture reminding them both of their positions as the lizard waited on the other side. "Right, Richard, keep a close eye on her and keep that leash in paw. I do not want someone thinking she is a free toy. Keep close, we head to the supply shop."

Just as Collector predicted, people gawked and even made offers for her but that was quickly dismissed when they found him to be a Council member. When they came to the store, Richard waited outside with the beast as their Master shopped. It did not take the Iguana long to return with a plain collar for Richard and a set of large reigns for the dragon. Richard assisted putting those on then asked where they were going next. Collector glared at the Fox as he climbed onto his mount.

"Calm down, the month has only started. Just remember what I said."

"Honest question. If I am to be even more honest, I want to fly."

The lizard rumbled under her Master. "Fly I can, Master."

"Ah, so you can talk, good. Now I won't feel like I am talking to a common animal. When we get home, I will explain my rules. Now, take us out and we will go home, for now we will stay on the ground so you can learn the area."

"Yes, Master."

Richard climbed on and sat behind his Master. His tail thumped the scaly hide under him as he held on.

The dragon turned to go back to the entrance and waited for the door to be opened once there. Richard opened the door then followed the dragon out, he even got a nice view of her vent as she twisted through. He actually thought she looked more mammal than reptile when it came to that area. He grinned and hoped his Master would let him give her a go. He took one more look before climbing up her hind hip and sat behind his Master.

They went at a steady trot and split the early evening crowd as they moved on. Once home, the passengers climbed off and opened the door. Once more, the dragon contorted her body like a rodent and squeezed her way into the Manor. She then waited for her Master's orders. Collector removed the reigns and her collar.

"We have an hour until supper. So, Richard, show her around and try not to get her stuck. She may be able to squeeze through doors, but let's not test her double-jointed skills."

"Yes, Sir."

The slaves went off leaving their Master alone. He checked the mailbox just outside the door, he had a packet from the Guild as expected. It had all he needed to sponsor a business and detailed forms of his extra duties, which were not much. He went to his chair in the living area and fully read the forms. That task only took twenty minutes. Richard and the dragon came in just as he finished and asked him for their next tasks.

"Richard, go check on everyone and make sure they are coming to a finish. You come with me, might as well do as the High Council says."

"Yes, Master."

The two went to his room where they found Collector's bedmate dusting the bookcase. He had the dragon lay down on the bed, it creaked as the weight was added. He sighed as she tossed her tail aside to reveal her genitals as she laid on her side. He forced himself out of his own slit and went to her. The flat tip quickly slipped into the slightly larger counterpart and he began to thrust. The feel was quite smooth and enticing, she squeezed him periodically unlike his clutch maker. He arched over his mate as she increased the pressure on him and in return he increased his speed.

He felt the pressure build, he knew he would not last long. He was fine with that, this was for his pleasure after all. As he came, he shoved himself as far as he could into her. A purr-like rumble vibrated through her as she knew her place was to please him. He flicked his tongue against her hide. He stayed in her knowing that he would not lose the erection due to his physiology. As he rested to allow a recharge on his stamina, he asked her a few questions.

"So, do you have a mating cycle?"

"My dam told me I can conceive at any time, Master."

"Do you have any skills other than flight and mating?"

"No, Master, not that I am aware of."

"Guess you are willing to learn then. Do you know anything about how your young will be?"

"I do not understand, Master."

"Egg or live birth?"

"I do not know, Master."

"Ah, well, we will find out later. I shall go once more with you today then I shall leave you be until tomorrow."

"Where may I rest afterward, Master."

"Wherever you can find the room. Here, down with the others, I truly do not care."

He began to thrust once more, her canal quickly began to milk him and made him moan. He liked this one. He hoped the Council would allow him to keep her after the year. He felt the pressure build, the urge to hold back was almost too tempting to resist, but he let it all go without much care for pleasure. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and let his dragon slave get up.

As he returned his used shaft to its home, he grabbed his robe from the hook on the wall by the bed. He then turned to the slave he originally planned to have occupy his bed and saw that she was busying herself rearranging his small collection of books. He left them and made his way to the living area to think upon what the sponsorship would go to. He had his favorite stalls in the market, though he did not know if they were sponsored or not. He could only ask the owners of said stalls, of which he knew the first one to ask. The stall were his second had derived from. Good mannered and very few marks on the slaves from there, if any. He had to get there without his Fox knowing though and order an exclusive slave.

But in the morning, right now he was sitting nearly in the nude. He grinned, it had been a while since he aired out. He opened his robe and let it slide down beside him in the chair. There in the bare scale was refreshing. Not to mention that the elder slaves were willing to sit down and join him when he did this, it often removed the Master-Slave barrier and allowed them to talk like they used to in the old days. Then there were the caretakers, Roger would occasionally sit with them red in the face with embarrassment while Karen would just turn and walk away. Despite those two now being married, they had a hard time letting their bodies air out. Collector did not understand it, nor fully cared.

"Hey, boss, got a minute?" Roger came in and sat down across from the Iguana.

"Sure do."

"My six month anniversary is tomorrow and I was hoping-"

"Take off and enjoy yourselves. Just make sure you do one thing for me..."

"Sure. What?"

"Don't get too drunk."

"Heh, I will try. Thanks, boss."

"Use this night to figure out the year date. You miss that, things might get ugly. I really do not want her mad while working. Especially you at work."

"Indeed."

Roger stood up and walked away. Collector grinned, knowing his personal Tender grew to be a man in just a few months. It was touching. Richard came into the room huffing, his fur was coated in some kind of purple paint in circular blots. Collector let a hiss escape as he rose to check his second.

"You were shot?"

"Yes."

"Two teenage boys? Black hair?"

"Yes."

"Damn it. Stay here and try not to get paint on anything."

Collector went to the phone and called the Council office. He reported the attack, and thanks to his position, they were sending the response team to capture the two boys. He almost feared for the two boys and what they would be put through, but then again he knew the team would bring them by here to... clean up. There was a knock on the front door, Collector quickly robed then answered it. There was the two troublemakers in front of four armed males of different races. He looked at the clock he had near the door. Five minutes went by.

"That was quick."

"These two were apprehended with loaded paintball guns and spurting various racial comments towards non-humans. How do you wish to proceed Guild Master?"

"First I want them to clean my slave they shot then I wish to enact punishment according to the Guild Laws."

"Sir, attacking a Guild Master's living property is punishable by enslavement by said Guild Master."

This brought fear into the boys.

"Well, I forgot all about that. Care to make it official?"

"Our pleasure." The two middle males, one looked to be a Hawk the other a Liger, buckled the boys' knees then forcefully placed leather collars on them then riveted the collars close. "Do you wish tags?"

"Painfully."

The other two, a Mule and a Wolf, grabbed the boys' ears and tagged them like cattle. "It is done, paperwork will be submitted by us. A personal Trainer will be assigned if wished."

"Please."

"It will be done." The males turned as one then walked away.

The boys were too busy rubbing their now tagged ears and pulling at the non-removable leather collars to try to run.

"Well, let's see how well you aim is with a rag and a bar of soap. Get up and enter."

The boys did not respond.

"NOW!" He yelled which made the boys jump. "You belong to me. I am your Master, if you cannot obey me, you will be punished. Get up and enter the Manor."

The boys finally went in and followed their new Master to the living area. Richard was still whimpering from his wounds.

"The two of you will wait here. Richard, should they move from this spot, do not be afraid to inflict pain. I shall return with my tools."

Richard nodded as his Master left the room. The boys scowled at the Fox but remained still as they did find him bigger than them. Collector returned quickly, dressed and armed for punishment. Whip, chains, and knives were attached to a belt while a small butane torch and metal rods hung on vest.

"Richard, lead the way down to the baths. You two behind him. You get out of line, you will be whipped. You look at anything but his tail hole, you will be whipped. You speak when not spoken to, you will be whipped. You speak when no answer is needed, you will be whipped. You strike a fellow slave, you might just get away with losing a limb. Now, move."

The teenagers turned to glare at the Iguana, Collector cracked the whip against their backsides in one swift swing. The sound of ripping cloth sounded before the tearing of skin. Pain filled screams followed. Many of the slaves who were nearby flinched as they had not seen their Master ever inflict such wounds before. He growled at them, they quickly returned to staring at Richard's tail letting tears flow.

They made it to the basin without further issues. But when told to strip down, the boys started to refuse once more causing them to be whipped once more. This time their fronts were struck, blood quickly stained their shirts.

"Either you remove your clothes or I will rip them off strip by strip." He cracked the whip for good measure. "Then you will feel real pain."

"Fuck you, lizard, once our father hears about-" One blurted out until he was smacked. He appeared to be slightly older than the other one.

CRACK.

"Got any other wise cracks? I am a Guild Slavemaster. You belong to me, nothing will change that unless I sell you. Now, start scrubbing that paint out of my second's fur."

"Master, may I suggest electroshock?"

"That's a good method, but in the tub you will be shocked as well. No, but I will leave you with the knives while I go get the leashes."

"Very well, Master." Richard revealed his teeth in an attempt to ensure dominance over the older males.

As the Collector went to the training equipment, the boys stuck up their middle fingers in his direction which was rewarded with a quick slash from Richard's claws across the offending arms. They howled in pain even as they watched the Fox lick his claws clean.

"I told you he is my second. When I am not available, he is the Master. He cannot kill you, that is my job, but you will wish he can. Now, strip and start scrubbing."

Finally they listened... mostly, they removed their shirts and pants leaving on their briefs. This only made their Master madder and forced him to whip them again, the hard leather grabbing hold of their inner thighs.

"I said strip!"

The white cloth of the underwear started to stain red on both boys as they dropped the garments revealing hairless groins.

"Better. Richard."

"At once, Master." Richard turned to start the water to his liking.

"Get working," The Iguana sat on the edge of the bath as he fingered the whip. The boys whimpered but climbed into the filling tub and grabbed the washcloths near the faucet then started to wipe down their commander. "I want him fully cleaned. Including his teeth. If I find anything, you both will be severally punished."

He eyed the two humans as they began to scrub the fox, the wounds already inflicted would not scar as long as they remained clean. Overall, he had no intentions keeping them as slaves, he would have to find out who their parents were and tell them of the issue. He kept his hand on the whip as he watched them. Richard was starting to enjoy himself, especially when they started to scrub his loins. The Fox told them to clean the flesh inside the sheathe, they hesitated for only a moment remembering the whip at the ready. The Doberman came in and gave a deep growl as he saw the two humans. Collector looked at him then stood.

"Yes?"

"Visitor, Master, waiting at the front door."

"Thank you. Richard, here is the whip. Keep them in line. You with me," He turned back to the dog after he tossed the whip to the smaller Fox. The Doberman stood near seven foot tall and looked upon the new slaves with disdain. "I am betting I will end up needing your strength."

"Very well, Master."

The lizard and dog went up to the living area were the visitor was waiting. Just as Collector was expecting, it was the teenagers' father.

"You bastard!" The man shouted. "You kidnapped my children."

"I am a Guild Master. Those boys attacked my slaves and I sent the response teams after them. Therefore, they have become my slaves. I do have an offer for you if you are willing to calm down and listen."

The man growled and crossed his arms. "What?"

"When the personal Trainer gets here, I will make sure they will report to you as well. I will make sure they are not to be scarred badly nor deformed. I do not plan on keeping them, but they have to remain slaves for six months before they are allowed to be legally freed. At which point I will 'sell' them to you." Collector made the air quotations to emphasize his point. "I can also get you your license so you can remind your sons of their place until you release them. I mostly want this period to be a lesson to them so they will respect other people's property and slaves. Not to mention their freedom."

The man waited a moment before blinking and answering. "Shit. I was expecting you to be hostile. Fine, it is a deal, as long as they stay healthy."

"Very, I don't neglect anyone. If you remember, Frank, I was a slave myself. I can be harsh when needed, but I prefer to be gentle. They forced my hand went they shot my second with a paint gun. That thing is by the door. I will also make sure they will not curse at their elders as well. Is there anything else you might want adjusted? They will learn the basics: cleaning, cooking, and sewing."

"No, but now I got to explain things to my wife."

"Tell her the truth, they committed the crime and now are doing the time. It is far better that they did it to me than Danielson down the road, just remind her of that."

Frank nodded then rose, Collector escorted him to the door and passed on the rifle the boys had used. They parted with a handshake then the Slave Master went back to his duties. He went back down to the basement. He found that his second was enjoying himself, apparently the boys pissed him off and now one was licking his tail hole and the other was tonguing his dick. Collector grinned as he approached them.

"It seems they truly like your musk, Richard, perhaps they would like to taste mine as well."

Richard growled deeply, almost lost in lust. "They just might."

"Right. Inspection time. Back away." He pulled a comb from one of the pockets then waited for the Fox to climb out of the water. He combed through Richard's coat at a painfully slow pace. He was satisfied with the work. "Nice work, drain the basin then come over to the bench.

He went to the bench as one pulled the stopper then he stripped himself of the clothing and Slaver's tools. He pulled both hemipene from his vent and waited for both to join him. He then ordered them to kneel and suck on the meaty shafts afore them. They silently leaned forward and used a hand to direct the shafts into their mouths. They could not suck in much, but their tongues made up for the lack of depth. He moaned complements as they did as they were told without being punished. He rubbed their heads as he was coaxed by the dual action. He let his tongue loll out as he came closer to a climax. He pulled the boy on his right further onto his shaft as he let it out. The boy gagged on the load and tried to pull away, but the clawed hand just pulled him closer. After that, he switched to the other side and did the same to that brother.

Once spent, he allowed them to remove him from their orifices then he forced himself back into the scaly vent. He grinned then rose to dress once more. He focused a little on their bodies and noticed the erection on the elder brother. He glanced around the room and smiled seeing that the Doberman had followed him back down.

"So, my dear pup, do you like humans?"

"Not really, Master, they stink."

"Then how about masking that scent with your own? You can play with this one, a Wolf can mount the other.

The Doberman grinned and let a growl of excitement out. "Which one, master?"

"Butch."

The dog went over to the ventilation duct and howled. He turned to the boys and chuckled. A moment later a coal black Wolf came running down the stairs and came to a sliding halt in front of his Master.

"I will never get how you canines can do that. Butch, I know you like them young, so this one is yours. Don't forget to... tie up loose ends." Collector laughed as he pushed the boys to the larger canines.

"Please, don't do this." The younger one begged.

Collector wiped his eye after shedding a tear from his laughter. "Make it rough."

The canines caught the boys then grinned at each other before forcing the boys to their knees. They mounted them; each took a couple of dry thrusts to find their marks. Once they found it, the boys yelped in pain as the large dogs pushed fully into the tight holes. They tied their nonconsensual mates rather quickly and flipped over to be tail to ass with them.

"Sexy. I'll see you boys in an hour. I would be disappointed if you two are not ready for a second round by then."

The two males panted as they watched their Master walk away with his second right behind him. The boys whimpered in pain as the grapefruit sized knots held them against their mates.

Collector and Richard came out just as there was a knock on the door. They answered it, it was the personal Trainer that had been ordered by the response team. They greeted the man and went to the living area. That is were the Collector's plan came into play. The Trainer agreed for extra payment, Collector had to agree to the extra wages for this. Richard sighed, having to shadow the human and learn to properly beat others did not appeal to him. He followed the two elders back down to the cellar and listened to the threats that immediately spewed from the human. The two canines pulled on their mates to prove they were steadfast. Their Master placed his hand onto a shoulder and calmed the man momentarily. He growled then agreed to allow the mutts, as he called them, to dislodge from their humans.

Five minutes later, the Doberman pulled free of his human leaving the boy to scream and bleed. The Doberman turned to look at his work and grinned. Collector eyed the throbbing shaft on the pureblood dog, he was almost jealous of it, especially the knot. He thought he would break his vow not to take males to bed just to get that knot deep into him. Luckily, he shook the lust from his mind and told the dog to clean up. He left Richard in the tutelage of the human and went to his room, his bedmate rushed in right after him.

"Good work. I am going to lay down, I want you to give me a good licking." He laid back and revealed his engorged shafts. "And this time, try to enjoy yourself. I would rather share my bed with someone who wants my dicks."

"Yes, Master."

He watched the female crawl up the end of the bed and casually up his tail until she got to his vent where she nuzzled the plump shafts before taking one into her maw. She kept her gaze on his eyes as she sucked and licked him. He moaned as she stuck her tongue over the urethra and toyed with the opening. She felt the meat pulse rapidly as she toyed with him. She moaned finally releasing her gaze and letting her body take over.

"Finally, you're...enjoying yourself." His tail arced lightly every few seconds matching the motions of her tonguing.

The ache grew, he knew he would not last. It came too soon, he exploded into her mouth. She drank it all, not leaving one drop to savor or to share. A moment later, the dragon came into the room and drew in a deep breath. A rumble rolled from her chest. She went up to the foot of the bed where the female Iguana stretched out to get to their shared male. She stuck her muzzle under the lizard's tail and licked at the unused vent.

A gasp escaped from the female as her body was invaded by a long, slimy tongue. The muzzle pressed up against her sending that tongue deep into the clutch maker. The female moaned and rocked that addictive tongue movement. The slave grasped the shafts in front of her muzzle and lapped at them systematically. The Collector moaned, already sensitive from the previous ministrations he let a small burst of semen free onto her tongue.

"Damn! Thank you for coming in."

The dragon pulled out long enough chuckle and look over the female. The clutch maker pulled away from him and rolled over so she could hug the larger lizard's head. The male hummed as he let his shafts return to their home. He watched the females play for a moment more before getting up and going to the closet to dress.

"Don't take too long with your playing, supper will be soon." He went to the other side of the closet to his Slaver's gear and took out an ornate whip and its belt. "You two have fun, I am going to check on the trainees.

He couldn't help but smile, being quite happy with how his life has turned. He passed his Eagles in the hall, they both had a field mouse in their talons. He congratulated them even as they slid their prey into their beaks. They thanked him then went back to the quiet conversation they had going. At least he knew they were getting along well enough. He went down to the basement and heard a yelp of pain. Once he was able to see, he saw Richard rubbing his snout with one paw while holding the whip in the other. That sight brought back his own training memories... or rather de-training as Gregory put it. Once the Fox got the cracking of his wrist right, he snapped the whip across the rump of the oldest teen miscreant. The twinkle in his eye worried Collector the most, but that could be rectified as long as he reminded the canine of his real duties. But then again, the Master noticed the smile the pain afflicted brought on. It was the humans squirming under the whip. The Iguana nearly lost his poise at that realization.

"So, how is the teacher and student doing so far?" Collector snuck up behind the whip wielders.

Richard started then turned to look at his Master with a smile. "I am learning a lot, Master. I am glad you decided to have me learn."

"Good. What of the humans?"

"Once they have learned that things that we don't approve of brings them pain, they learn quickly. They have much to learn though. We will start on the basics in the morning."

"Very well, as long as my Second's morning duties are not disrupted."

"As you wish, Guild Master. Do you have Tenders on payroll?"

"I do, though they are Caretakers and will be off tomorrow. Do keep that in mind, please. Richard knows how to get a hold of them. Richard, I want a moment with you." He walked away from the Trainer and kept his back to him.

"Yes, sir?" Richard asked as he caught up.

"If that man decides to stay here, he will be taking your room. At which point, I ask that stay in my room and try to keep quiet about it."

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you. I will get with the Wolves and have them keep an eye on our... trainees." The Iguana grinned then went back to the Trainer. "What are you nightly plans, sir?"

"I live fifteen minutes away, I shall head home for the night."

"Then I bid you well, Richard can see you out. Until the morrow." Collector bowed slightly before leaving.

He went to upstairs then went to the kitchen to fix himself some tea. A few minutes later, he heard the front door close and the clatter of claws across the small amount of linoleum. Richard came into the kitchen and got a glass from the cabinet then started for the faucet.

"Go to the fridge, bottom drawer. You earned it."

Richard did so silently, bottles of beer laid in the drawer. Richard grabbed two then brought them to the table at which his Master worked at the tea leaves in the kettle.

"Thank you. I'll drink this as my tea steeps. So, how did you really like your first day?"

"I enjoyed beating those brats. Will we keep them?"

"Unknown, just try not to scar them. They will learn their place, but you still need to learn yours as well. At this point, you have learned to beat unruly slaves, but can you get them to do their chores and get the task done? That is your goal. In the morning, during the dragon's flight exercises, you need to learn what she can do. Especially if she holds up to human legends and breathes fire."

"Yes, sir."

"I am glad you understand. Now..." He rose his beer bottle towards his second. "To a peaceful and long life."

Richard eyed the bottle for a brief moment before clinking his to his Master's. "To peace and life."

They drank quietly, then they split the tea before heading to bed for the night.

Richard rose at the third chime of the old clock downstairs, then went next door to wake the dragon and get her moving. She moaned as she rose then followed the Fox outside to the fenced in backyard where he was shot the previous day. He sides were bruised and sore, but he did not let that sway his duties. He put the reigns on her then attached it to a lashing post then he went up to her muzzle and looked at her.

"Pull."

She did, neither end came loose.

"Good. Now start flying, I will let you rest at the next chime."

She flapped her wings and jumped she rose to the limits of the reigns then circled above the post. Every so often she would flip and go the other direction. She glanced at the Fox who had a good view of her undertail, she was sure that is what he stared at. Not like she could do anything about it, he was her superior, that and the light he had on lit her underbelly like she was glowing. She knew her place, silence was a blessing, it meant no pain.

The Fox's ears perked as the old Grandfathers Clock chimed. "You may land."

Land she did, her wings ached. Her lungs burned as well.

"Relax and breathe slowly." Richard went over to her shoulder and started to rub her wing joints. "Yes, I was looking, but that is all I can do. The Master has already declared that he wishes me to breed. Even if I wanted to, I would not nor could not touch you without his orders to do so."

The dragon drew in a deep breath as she enjoyed his paws. "I think that best."

"I am glad to hear it. I'll work on the other side now." He went to her tail purposely slid under it.

She tensed up until he grabbed her wing.

"Thought I was doing something? I will tease and look, but I will not violate you. The Council made you his mate. I will not risk my own mating abilities over something so simple."

"But you want to mate me?"

"At least once, yes. But it will be up to our Master to allow it and that will only be after this year trial is up."

The dragon shifted her weight tempted to crush him, but she thought of her own safety.

"Right, back up into the air. Daybreak should be in an hour and a half. Try to make it until then."

She growled but did as she was told.

Dawn came, the dragon and Fox went inside and down to the slave bath. There the dragon let her dignity go even further as Richard scrubbed her down with cool water and a sponge. She even lifted her tail for him. He scrubbed every scale he could reach. At one point she could have sworn she felt his tongue on her.

After the scrub down, they went upstairs and found their places at the table for breakfast. They sat just as their Master entered in a robe and looking half awake. He walked up to the dragon and whispered to her, it was quiet enough in the room for anyone with keen hearing to hear what he said.

"You wake me again when you leave and your practice will be harder on you." He then sat next to Richard and huffed. "She could go for a waxing, otherwise, good job. Now check on the coffee for me."

"Yes, Sir."

Richard rushed off to do as he was told seeing the obvious foul mood his Master had come down with. He wondered if this was truly due to his early waking or the female he had bed with him. He hoped for the latter. He returned with a platter with a full cup of coffee with the creamer and sugar in their own bowls. He sat the platter down and bowed as he backed away hoping everything was to his Master's liking.

He looked around the room and noticed the elder slaves were just as foul looking as their Master. Before his thoughts came rolling off his tongue, his Master spoke.

"My family, as you know by now, the word of mouth is that one of our dearest friends, Jorgè, passed away this morning in his sleep. His Master called me this morning and offered us a family viewing. We will be going when they have made the preparations. He was a beloved member of our family as well as his. I am just glad his Master sees him as a being as well."

Richard's ears drooped, now he knew. At least he was not taking his misery out on the slaves.

"Richard, you may not have known the bird, but you will be joining us so you can learn what other Masters are like."

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Now, let's eat."

They ate quietly, no one truly wanted to disturb the Master for anything. When he rose from his empty plate, the newer ones sighed with relief only to be glared down by their elders.

"Have you children not learned anything?" The lone Chameleon elder that had been his Master's entry target spoke out from his plate. "He will place his sorrow the only way he knows how, with manual labor. We will most likely see him scrubbing down the old stables. Richard, it is your job to comfort him and keep him from doing anything that may cause him harm."

Richard growled, but nodded knowing that that was the truth. He walked away following his Master's scent to the front door where the Lizard just stared out the window. The Collector moved only when he drew breath, the Fox was afraid to even approach but he drew up the courage to come up behind him and drape his arms around his Master. After a moment, Richard noticed his Master sigh and shift slightly.

"I know you mean well, Richard, but please... just let me morn my show rival. He was forced to retire before me due to illness. All I can think about is that he is now no longer in pain."

Richard let a small whine escape his muzzle before he released his grip. "I shall return, the elders told me to watch over you and watch over I shall."

"You do not need to worry, I may have some Warm Blood in me, but I am not stupid. I will not go outside in this weather. I would freeze quickly."

"I would not call you that by any means."

"I know. Upstairs in my dresser is a bottle of whiskey, fetch it and the two cups that accompanies it. If you truly care about me..."

"I shall have one with you but I still have my duties."

"That you do."

Three days went by until a messenger came by with a summons for the viewing. The Collector, the elder slaves, and Richard made their way to the home. It was rare for Masters to care enough about their slaves to give the dead ones more than a mass grave or even using them as furnace fuel. They came up to a property marker that was down the road which marked the land under the family name of Wilson. They went up to the house and let their Master knock.

A Human in his mid sixties answered the door and welcomed them in. He waited for everyone to enter before he grabbed Collector and drew him into a hug. He apologized for waking him up the other day then led him to the showroom. They spent the next two hours sharing stories and woes. Once everything was said and done, they left quietly and went back home. Richard, being the newest addition to the family, did not show the stains of tears but his eyes did share the sorrow of his fellows. Once home, the slaves went to their duties while their Master went to find his dragon. He found her preening in his room. He stopped her and had her go down to have her reigns placed on.

After he placed the reigns on the larger lizard, he called out, "Richard, I am heading out. The place is under your control."

He went out and waited for the dragon to follow. He then mounted her and had her take flight. He directed her to the slaver's shopping mall. They walked around with him holding the reigns. He window shopped trying to occupy his mind with the sights. He went into two shops and purchased grooming supplies and various other things that would brighten Richard's room. Collector packed them away in saddlebags that he purchased. They came to a full round and decided it was time to head home.

Two hours had passed when they arrived back as the Manor and entered.

"Richard!"

The scamper of claws hitting the wooden floor answered his call. The Fox slid on a rug and fell at his Master's feet. He moaned and righted himself.

"Let that be a lesson. Now, I want you to empty the saddlebags; most of the contents belongs to your room. The rest belongs to the washroom upstairs."

This peeked Richard's interest and went to the dragon and removed the saddlebags. He took them upstairs and started to empty the bags with a smile. He jumped when his Master cleared his throat while standing in the doorway of the Fox's room.

"Thank you, sir, I appreciate this."

"You are welcome. Set them how you like then join me in my room."

Collector left his Fox then went into his room where he found his sex slave laying on the bed. He dismissed her then pulled a pencil and a pad from his dresser. He heard through the wall as Richard placed things on the few shelves, then he smiled as he heard the Fox gasp loudly. Then regained his posture when he heard the rush of scratching claws to his room. He looked at the door as the Fox came to it and noticed he was holding a small pouch.

"Sir?"

"The money is yours. Save it for the end of the month when you choose your mate. It should be enough for most out there. If not, well, we'll think of something."

"Can there be a possibility that can happen sooner?"

"Eager, are we?" Collector chuckled wholeheartedly. "Tell you what, you prove that you are learning what the Trainer is teaching you and then it may come to pass. Now, before we come to that, tell me what you think you will choose for a mate. First male or female."

"Female."

"Alright." Collector wrote it down. "What coloration?"

"Cherry red if possible, I have always adored the common color."

"Great. Now, submissive or wild?"

"Submissive, I guess."

"Good. Now last question, previously bred or fresh?"

"Fresh."

"Don't blame you for lack of hesitation there. Too many chances of diseases. Alright, I will send in a request to find what you wish and hopefully you can have plenty to choose from. Now go back to the Trainer and prepare for a test tomorrow."

"Thank you, sir."

Collector grinned as his Fox ran out wagging his fluffy tail. He made a mental note to take Richard to the groomer's and then he made a call.

That evening, Collector sat at the table in a far better mood than he had that morning. The elders were only slightly better. Especially one Macaw slave, for this was Jorgè's son and they were close. Collector went to the colorful bird after the meal and hugged him. The bird sighed and nuzzled the arms that squeezed him lovingly.

"Mac, you are welcome to take tomorrow off. I would understand if you just wanted to be alone."

"No, thank you. I... I need to keep busy. I will take dish duty tonight."

"You know where my room is if you need me."

The bird broke from the embrace and gathered the remaining dishes and went to the kitchen.

"Richard, keep an eye on him, please. Macaws are known for their depression swings. I rather not have him slice his throat or something."

"Yes, sir."

Collector sighed then went to the living area and sat in this chair. The rarely used television set looked rather inviting to him at the moment. Though he did not want to search for the wretched remote that seemed to be always misplaced even after being found. Instead, he picked up the magazine next to his chair. He opened it and gasped as he found a strip teasing male Otter.

"What the hell is this?" He closed it and read the title. "Otter Play? Where did this come- Mitch. Damn that horny beast. I told him to stay away from my wallet. Oh well, as long as he is not running up the bill. Though... I could use this for a little entertainment and some young hands can get into those small places..."

He rolled the magazine up then went to find the Otter. Thanks to his rule that all chores should be completed before supper, he found his slave lounging in the communal bath. He walked up behind the unaware Mustelid and smacked him with the rolled magazine.

"So... how much have you racked up on me?"

The Otter jumped and slid down into the water. "Master... I...."

"If you needed sexual release, you know you could have told me and I could take you to the breeders."

"It's... not that easy, Master."

"Speak."

"Males... I like males."

"Well, that is interesting and explains the magazine in the living room, but should I follow up on this you must do one thing for me."

"What?"

"Breed for me. You give me young ones and I will get you a male to dominate. Deal?"

"W-when?"

"I will get the female when Richard selects his mate."

"Very well, Master, I shall do so for you."

"Thank you. I will watch you perform as well. Better not disappoint me."

The Otter whimpered as he nodded.

Collector left taking the magazine to his room. He smiled as he crossed the threshold of the room knowing that got the Otter's attention. There were other ways to punish those that disobeyed him other than beating. This was just one manner and he would enjoy every moment of it. He crossed paths with the eagles once more. He asked them to join him as he opened his door. He clutch maker laid on his bed barely awake. He waited for the birds to join him before he started to speak.

"Our little Otter has accidentally revealed his secret and has been called on it. I know you three don't know much about him, but that is the point. I want you three to quietly spread that he will be breeding for our entertainment soon. I want everyone but him knowing this before the end of the month."

"Yes, Master." The three said obediently.

"Good. You two are dismissed. As for you, my dear. You are welcome to bathe, I will be up for a while. Looking through Mitch's little magazine might just excite me enough for some fun."

"I shall return quickly to service you."

The slaves left him and he went to his bed and undressed. That task was interrupted by his second as the Fox entered the room.

"Yes?"

"He went to bed, to my knowledge, I did not know birds could cry."

"He is half, more human than me. It is why I took him in when I knew he would not last in a normal slavery situation. So, feel like having your first experience with a female?"

"Yes, please."

"Good, she is cleaning up. We'll surprise her."

Richard removed the clothes he wore and crawled up next to his Master as he laid on the bed. The fur on his belly was askew enough to show the pink skin brightly under the grey fur.

"Looks like you need to visit the groomer's tomorrow. I know a gal that will make you look like a kit again."

"Bald and blind?"

"That too if you piss her off enough."

"Master, I am clean..." The Iguana strolled in with a towel wrapped around her waist."

"Oh good, come, you can please both of us while we wait for the dragon to join us for the evening."

Without a word, the lizard placed herself between the two males and rubbed the very different anatomies. Soon the male organs stood proud in her hands. She worked on the canine more as every time her hand left his shaft, it would start to retreat back into the flesh. She sucked on the canine making him whimper. She continued her work as her Master rolled and got up to mount her. She opened her maw wider and forced the boney shaft as far in as she could manage. This made the Fox thrust up into her making her gag slightly.

Her Master began to rock her slowly to increase his pleasure as well as his second's. The two males were in heaven. Time vanished as they worked themselves over with the meat sock of a female, up until they switched. With Richard on top, Collector allowed both of his shafts out to play as the female worked him over. She screamed as Richard forced his knot in her and filled her full of his barely maturing seed. He apologized to his Master and received an ear scratching in response as the female was forced to go back to her desert. Soon he joined the Fox in the afterglow. The female, being tied to the Fox, whimpered as he turned to the traditional tied position.

"Well, if she is not pregnant now, there is a problem." Collector chuckled as he used her face to wipe the saliva from his loins.

"She is not as tight as I expected."

"I am glad I am not the only one that thinks that. Though she was a virgin when she was brought home. Alright, since you are stuck here, you might as well stay the night. I have not forgotten the test after all."

Collector turned off all the lights then went back to bed knowing he was too spent to mount the dragon.

Morning broke. Collector rose not seeing Richard nor the dragon, with a smile he went to the shower and scrubbed clean. Once done with that and dressed for his day as a Slaver, he went down to the basement and found the Trainer and Richard smacking the two teens with whips.

"Flick the wrist faster, makes the leather dig in. Oh... good morning, Guild Master."

"Morning. You ready to prove yourself, Richard?"

"Yes, Master."

"Trainer, I shall let you handle the testing."

The next hour, Collector watched silently and judgingly as the Trainer gave non-descriptive orders. Richard forced one or both boys into doing something. Overall, Richard was scored with a nine out of ten on his score. Collector approved. He excused himself then went to find Roger. Once found, the Caretaker was eager to ride with his Slave Master on the back of the dragon. The two slipped out quietly and flew to the Slave Market. Once they landed, and got inside, they maneuvered through the crowds and went to the stall where Collector's last batch of slaves were bought.

"Welcome back, sir. How may I serve you this fine morning?"

"Let's talk about sponsors...

Thirty minutes later, Collector walked out with a stall under his name and a search for Vixens and an available Otter bitch was started. A smile cracked that scaly maw as the Collector walked out of the vendor's office and back into the public areas. Roger greeted him as any paid serviceman should then they left. On their way out into the alley of the underground mall, they were stopped by a hybrid lizard whom had seen better days. The lizard was female, poor but clearly not a slave... yet, and looked extremely desperate.

"Sirs, I have fresh hatchlings to sell. One hundred a piece."

Roger clenched his fists with the want to strike the dirty female, but his employer stopped him before he could react.

"Really, now? What about you? Would you place a price on your head?"

"Yes... I could... I guess." Her voice weakened obviously caught in a corner and no hope to flee.

"Then I will place an offer on the preverbal table, should you accept it, the hatchlings will come as well. You swear yourself to me and toss away your freedom. Become a slave to me and you shall have a dry place to rest your head."

"And... and my hatchlings?"

"I will raise as my own."

"Sir, may I object?" Roger leaned closer to his employer.

"No. Not this time."

"I accept your offer... Master."

"Good. Take me to the young."

That she did, around the corner and in a fire escape hall sat on old cardboard were seven malnourished hatchlings. Three of them beheld the look of Anoles. Collector assumed the mother frequently prostituted herself out for her meals to any that would take her. Collector made his way up to the skittish young and kept a straight face even though his eyes held his anguish for their state.

"Come, children, everyone will have a meal tonight."

The hatchlings stood on shaky legs and silently surrounded their mother.

"She is coming as well, little ones. To work for me so that you can live happily. I want everyone one of you to call me father for now on. For I am raising you as my children."

This made one of the hatchlings look up from the ground and at him. "Reawwy?"

"Really. Let's go."

They joined up with the dragon which Roger tied to a hitching post and got the hatchlings on her back. There was not enough room for the adults, but the dragon was able to keep the worst of the chill away. When they made it back home. The adults helped the children down then everyone went inside. Collector yelled for Richard and the scamper of claws up the steps came soon after. Blood was smeared across his chest fur, luckily he chose to forgo his shirt while his training commenced.

"Take the female down and have her clean up. Then, if you are able to get away from your training, come upstairs. We need to discuss some... little situations we have along with her job."

"Yes, sir!" Richard bowed then directed the mother downstairs.

The hatchlings followed their adopted father upstairs to the room he used for a private den. He opened the door and let the younglings in.

"Alright. As soon as I can get this room cleared, this will be yours. Richard, that Fox, is my second in command, he controls the slaves. I will also set up tutors to teach you. For now, though, you will be sleeping with Richard. Now, follow me." He turned around and directed them to the washroom. "This is our private bath. If you need help getting washed up, just ask and I will help. Speaking of which... this bottle is for us. If it is empty, there should be another like it under the sink. Whoever is the oldest gets first go."

One that looked more like his mother nodded then looked around the small room. "How do I make rain fall?"

Collector sighed, he was afraid that their education would be dreadfully limited. "Get in the tub, then pull close the curtain, finally turn the knobs to make the water come out at the warmth you like. Just don't take too long for the hot water does not last. The rest of you can wander the house to get to know everyone. Enjoy yourselves for children like you do not come off the streets this easy often."

That same young male quickly stripped off the rags he wore, Collector noticed that he bore scars and various fresh cuts.

"Let's wait on you all wandering the house. Come with me. When you get done, young man, get dressed and come downstairs." Once downstairs with the six remaining, Collector called for Roger and Karen. He parted the six into threes then passed them off to the Caretakers. "I need you two to look over every inch of them. The eldest is in the shower upstairs. Please be gentle with them and if there is need for a professional medic, don't hesitate to call. Remember they are not slaves."

"Yes, sir."

Though the two usually tended to the same sex, they had both here. The young stripped were they stood, not knowing the shame other races would. Roger's first was the youngest male, the one with slurred speech. He found that the male had his tongue split almost to the point where it would stop all speech within the reptile. Moving down, the child had been beaten and abused, most likely for any type of payment. Once Roger had him reveal his hemipene, the shock became worse. The pain the child had withstood made the adults shudder. One was removed violently, the other was infected. Roger did not waste a breath to go for the landline and dial up the medical services.

Thanks to his status, a team of doctors came quickly. All seven children were quickly examined and was carted off to the hospital. With a little prodding, Collector even sent their mother with them to be cared for properly. Collector went with the entourage to the clinic and made sure the papers were filled out.

All eight were placed under care, even as Collector explained why the young were in such poor conditions. The hatchlings were registered under his name while their mother was registered as an untrained slave. Normally, untrained slaves would send the medical staff running for the local authorities, but with him as a registered Guild Master, it slid by safely.

"Sir, the males are in terrible shape, lacerations over ninety percent of their bodies. The females have been sexually abused most likely from right out of the shell. There are irreparable damages done to all of them." A human male doctor came up to Collector and explained what he could.

"But they will survive, that is the key objective. What about the adult? She is their biological mother."

"Almost as bad as the others. Thankfully the blood tests did not find anything dangerous. I am going to order a large dose of antibiotics and have the nutritionist come up and get them on a strict diet to get their bodies back to a healthy weight."

"Thank you, doctor." Apparently the standard five minutes was up, Collector snorted after the human left disgusted with the bedside manners.

Collector went back to the beds where his party laid comfortably. Roger sat over them as is his duty with the slave. Collector explained to the other adults what the plan was and shared his hope that they would be able to head home, but the children would likely end up staying for various reasons. One included reconstruction surgery for the youngest one. Roger volunteered to stay the night, the Master reluctantly agreed then silenced the conversation as a nurse came in with a tray of bottles and needles. The eldest male saw the syringe and whimpered, Collector went over to him and took his hand.

"I know how you feel. I am afraid of those things as well. Just keep your eyes on me and squeeze my hand."

The nurse did this boy first then moved on to the others.

"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" Considering the nurse used the I.V. line it made things even better for the youngster. "Now I know it will be hard, but you are going to stay here until the doctors say you can come home. Even though I cannot stay, Roger will be here ready to call if you need me."

The young male nodded then closed his eyes and sighed happily.

Collector then went over to the mother and sat on the bed. "If you are released today, we need to talk."

"Yes, s- Master."

"Speaking of which, once everyone is healthy again, you will be playing the role of Nanny. Even after they grow up. I expect to have proper heirs one day and not slave born. For now rest up."

"Yes, Master. You wish to know their names?"

"I do..."

"Robert is the eldest, Adeline is the red half-Salamander, June is the dark green. They are lone survivors of their clutches. Then there is Thatch, Max, Rose, and Luke. I... we have been on the streets for so long, I cannot say who their sires are." The mother let a tear loose.

"And what of your name? Almost all of my slaves have names, either given or returned."

"Samantha."

"Good. Once home report to Richard, the grey Fox."

"Yes, Master."

"Roger, I shall see you later, give a call should anyone be allowed home."

"Aye, sir."

Collector left and met up with his dragon and left for home. Once there, he met up with a frantic Richard. He calmed the Fox and told him the reason he left. That only stifled the Fox's worries about his Master and began to worry about the ones in the hospital. Collector only got him to silence his worries by forcing Richard's muzzle close.

"Hush. Let the doctors worry about them now."

Mac entered the lobby and waited patiently for his Master to notice him.

"Now that the worrywart is quiet, what do you need, Mac?"

"Message for you, sir. The Vendor has a possible selection for you to choose from."

"Thank you. That was quick. Richard, dress warm and we'll leave."

"Yes, Sir!"

Twenty minutes passed before they were on the dragon flying to the mall, another ten and they were at the stall awaiting the private viewing. Don, the stall's Vendor, welcomed them, especially the dragon, and showed them to the back where the Vixens were kept along with the Otter. Richard pulled the pouch out of his pocket and looked at it hesitantly before looking to his Master.

"Go ahead and look them over. I am going to check on another purchase."

Richard smiled and went with Don. From there, he was as giddy as a young kit as he saw thirteen Vixens to choose from. He immediately adjusted his trousers to hide his eagerness for the interesting night to come. He questioned them like his Master did him and added a few more questions to the list that he had been asked by other potential Masters. He came up to female eleven, something told him she would be interesting.

"Who Trained you?"

"Guild Trainer Travis Martin."

That rose his brow that was his Trainer as well. "How long ago?"

"At least a moon."

"I know he is a good Trainer. He had me, was bred there, too. What skills do you know? Besides the basics."

"I can sew and read some, I was Trained to be a Breeder and a Raiser."

"I see. I might just come back to you."

He questioned the last two but they did not intrigue him as the eleventh did. In the end he chose her. When he told Don his choice and passed his pouch to the man, Don took out three bills and some coins then handed the rest to the Fox. By then Collector had joined them with an Otter on a leash. Don then wrote out a sales receipt then handed it to Collector before leashing the chosen Vixen.

Both males heard what the human told the females. "Good news, little one, you got the loving home. The other girls should be jealous of you. This may be the last time you will ever be on a leash."

They pretended not to have heard anything when he returned to them with the female in tow. Richard smiled at the man as he took the leash from him. He threw his arm around his female, his, Richard liked hearing that in his head. He barely listened to the conversation that was going on in front of him.

"Richard."

He jumped at the sudden call. "Yes, Master?"

"Are you ready to go?"

"I am."

"Good, let's go." Collector tugged on his leash and led the Otter out to the main showroom where the dragon waited patiently.

Unfortunately, she had gained admirers from outside, which in turn meant more customers for Don. Collector apologized to the people and told them that this race was not available to the public yet. The collective sigh made Richard look around the stall, slightly worried about his new mate's safety.

Once they safely got out of the mall, all four climbed onto the dragon's back and flew home. They landed and before Richard could even set foot in the snow, Collector gave him a solid order to gather everyone in the basement. Collector tugged on the leash and led the Otter downstairs then told her her role to play, she nodded even as she got down on all fours and awaited her fate. Mitch was the first to arrive with a sigh he approached the female and dropped the trousers he wore.

"Ah, ah... Not yet, my dear boy, the rest of the party guests have yet to arrive."

"Guests? H-how many?"

"Everyone in the house."

"B-but you said..."

"I said I would watch, I said nothing about the rest of the family. You want your playboy, you play by my rules. Got it?"

"Yes... Master."

"Good boy, get yourself ready while you wait."

The Otter whimpered but did as he was told and toyed with his limp sheathe to awaken the meat inside. Richard led the pack of slaves downstairs along with Karen. They surrounded the Otters and sat, many of them already nude and were ready for self pleasure. Mitch growled at them.

"That's everyone, get working before the whips are brought out."

Mitch sighed then mounted the female with very little grace, he pounded his hips against hers as he tried to think of anything else but the female under him. He hated himself for leaving the magazine in the open, he knew he brought this on himself. But even more, he hated his body for building up to an orgasm. He heard a moan, he opened his eyes for the first time since mounting and realized the moan came from him. Then it happened, his body trembled and sprayed the slick tunnel of the Otter bitch full of his musk and seed. He came close to crying as he felt so dirty, so violated, so... used.

As he pulled away, many called for more while others clapped and whistled. Now he was just embarrassed more than anything. Collector could not help himself, he stopped the Otter from moving away before giving him an order that all can hear.

"Mitch, until she is pregnant you are to breed her daily, multiple times. As soon as that is secured, you will then get your chosen male."

That silenced the room, many of the males covered their erections from the Otter's sight.

"Gentlemen, you are hereby ordered to reveal yourselves to him for he is not allowed to touch another male intimately until he becomes a father. Then he can only touch the male purchased for him. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Master." The communal, harmonized acknowledgement made the Iguana proud.

All around him the males dropped their hands and revealed the varied shapes of male meat that glimmered in the light around them. His favorite wagged happily in front of their owners' bellies and beheld full knots.

"Mm, a full salute. It almost makes me jealous for not roaming in the nude myself. You boys have fun tormenting our lovely little Otter Dog as he breeds his lovely Bitch. Richard, you and your Vixen needs to join me upstairs we need to ready the home for the hatchlings. Speaking of which... Family, I request that you all watch your 'P's' and 'Q's' around the little ones, yes they may be street born but they now have a real home. I do not need them hearing curses and such."

Collector walked away from the crowd followed by his Second and his mate. They said nothing as they made their way to Richard's room. The three entered and sat quietly on the bed for the moment. Collector sighed and broke the silence. He officially welcomed the female into the family and her fresh title of being the Second's mate. Though she just nodded, her tail said much more.

"Right, formalities out of the way, the children will be staying in here while I have my den converted over to their room. Luckily, that won't happen for a day or two while the hospital has them. So I need a group to pack everything in there and taking the boxes to the attic. It can wait though, for a little while, I am sure you two want a little time to yourselves to secure your bond. Enjoy yourselves and try not to hurt each other... permanently."

"You... aren't going to watch?" Richard asked timidly.

"Not unless you two wish to join me in my room while I have my way with the dragon."

Richard looked over to his female, she seemed indifferent to the situation. "Why not, I would love to mate upon her chest."

Collector smiled as he knew he would be within tongue's length of that glorious knot. He turned and went to his room with the Foxes close behind. As soon as he entered his room, his clutch maker was sent out and his dragon was ordered to lay on her back. Right after she got comfortable, Richard and his mate climbed onto her chest while their Master positioned himself to mount the winged lizard. Just as he hoped, he leaned forward as he started to thrust in and his muzzle was right against the Vixen's tail base. He lashed his tongue at the lovely pucker in front of him as the tod got into position.

He licked flicked his tongue out as the sheathe came over his muzzle forcing a moan out of the Fox. After a few dry thrusts, he hit his mark and was fully hilted before Collector could even lick at the shaft again. The earthy musk made Collector pound the dragoness below him even harder and spray her breeding channel with his seed. He stayed within the dragon as she relaxed with the extra weight on her chest.

"How long do you think you will be tied?" Collector asked with a smirk.

"I do not know."

"Good, gives me time to lick the two of you to my content."

The female yelped as Richard tried to pull himself up to open room for his Master's tongue. Collector chuckled as he stuck his muzzle between the two and licked at the engorged lips of the Vixen. The moans that came from the two canines made him smile. Once more his jealousy over the knot came over him as he snaked his tongue around the skinny shaft that was showing. The scent of sex made him thrust into the dragon once more which rocked the two on her chest.

Richard looked down upon the dragon and watched her tongue loll out and her eyes roll back. She was obviously affected by the pheromones that flooded the room. The slight rocking made it difficult to stay above his mate, Collector didn't mind as his tongue found its way to the knot even as its owner began to lightly thrust into his counterpart. The females moaned and sighed as though they were in a quartet with their males. Collector wore himself out quickly.

Once the Foxes parted, Collector took the opportunity to taste the pure canine meat of his second and relished it. He grabbed below the shrinking knot just so he could enjoy himself a moment longer before it disappeared into its home. Collector sighed then forced his tongue into the furry sheathe to caress the boney shaft once more before he allowed the Fox to move.

"Wow." Richard panted as he did not expect his Master to take him as he did.

"Just couldn't restrain myself anymore. You taste great by the way. Keep your diet up along with your exercise. Don't forget to add her to that regimen as well."

"Yes, sir."

"Good. You ladies are dismissed. Richard, rest up, because I am not done with that tasty meat yet." Collector laid back on his bed and silently asked for forgiveness as he willingly broke his vow for his own lust.

After a very short break, Collector began to toy with the Fox meat and coaxed it out of hiding. He curled his tail around the Fox's ankles before he twisted himself to pull the coppery tasting flesh into his muzzle. He heard the male under him gasp loudly and that made him proud to know his skills had not diminished any. The knot filled in quickly as the masterful tongue teased and milked the shaft above it. The moan was Collector's cue to really show his skills. The Iguana pulled away from the Fox and shifted to prop the younger being's rear up then he slowly pressed one of his shafts against the Fox's tight pucker.

"Relax, let me teach you a new form of pleasure."

Without any form of stretching the Fox, he pressed in and grinded his hips against his partner. Once he corkscrewed himself in, Richard panted and watched as his Master began to pull out slowly. The emptiness made Richard whimper. Collector then shoved forward, once more filling the inner depths. Richard moaned as the lizard forced his body to go against nature and pound his rear making him the lizard's bitch. Collector groaned as he unloaded his seed into male.

"There. I broke my personal vow, as shameful as that is... I am glad it was with my Second. I know I did not properly stretch you before, but I did it on purpose."

"I do have a lot to learn from my Master, do I not?"

"Agreed, now, let's clean up and get ready for dinner."

They parted sloppily leaving the Fox with the feeling of emptiness. They went to the bathroom and climbed into the shower together. Collector scrubbed the mammal as if he were just a pet. Richard leaned into his Master's touch and enjoyed the intimate scrubbing. Once they finished cleaning, they dried and dressed before heading downstairs to wait on the meal. The two males sat down at the table just as they started setting it.

"Master, the meal will not be ready for another twenty minutes." One of the few Human females he owned stated as she noticed they waited.

"Very well. We shall wait and make plans for tomorrow." Collector waited until they were alone once more before turning to his second. "So, I have been thinking. If those boys rebel, which is likely, and killed their trainer... how would you respond?"

"If possible, I would call for backup and then subdue them. Then I would await your decision on what to do with them."

"But what if you were injured in the squabble?"

"I saw claw removal tools down there. If I could get them strapped down, I would rip their nails out slowly."

"Ah, but what if they bound you and you were bleeding out?"

This question made the Fox's jaw drop. He had to ponder on this for a moment. He finally shrugged, "I do not know, sir."

"These are the 'What-if's' that need to go through your mind in every situation you are in. Anything can happen. For instance, an earthquake can cause you to fall over onto that setting and shatter that plate which could stab you. Even that fork you land on could stab severe a vein and you bleed out before you could even realize what is happening to you. Some would say this is paranoia. I call it advanced planning."

"I... I shall consider changing my mindset-"

"I am not asking you to change. Just try to view possibilities when breaking in new slaves. Anything can happen and I don't want to lose you to a slave unwilling to break."

"I... understand, sir. I am learning a lot as is, the trainer keeps telling me that I have to be dominant and force my Will onto those under me."

"He is right."

"But I don't know what he means."

"Hmm," Collector pondered on this momentarily. "Go find Butch for me and that will be answered for you."

Richard nodded then walked away. When the canines entered the room the Iguana smiled as he could not wait for the fun to begin. Butch stood over the Fox by a good foot and a half.

"Butch, Richard asked how to be dominate. Who better to show him than my dominate Wolf, eh?" Collector saw the grin on the Wolf's muzzle and nearly broke into laughter with him. "Right, take this lesson outside and show him just what it means to be an Alpha Male."

"As you wish, Master." The paw that clamped down on the Fox was massive, definitely made for four-legged runs through deep snow.

Richard yelped as he was dragged through the house to the back where the dragon was sunning in the cold air before it got too dark.

Collector followed slowly but stayed inside to peer through the window. Butch put him through the same dominance training many years back. The Wolf had not lost his touch nor his muscular mass. The lizard drew a deep breath as the Fox was tossed he did not need to hear the speech the Wolf was now giving, nor did he need to feel the kicks or blows given. He remembered them all.

Painfully.

By the time Richard drew the nerve to fight back and actually try to tell the Wolf to back off, he was bloody and bruised. His nose dripped blood with every breath. The Wolf chuckled before slamming the smaller canine back into the snow then turning to return to the mansion.

"It will take a short time to set in, but it is done. He reminds me of you, prize boy." Butch chuckled as he entered the warmth.

"I feel the same, dog breath." They both chuckled as they passed the nicknames they gained from their yesteryears. "You didn't break his tail like you did mine, right?"

"I learned from that... and the whipping."

"It still hurts from time to time. It serves as a great reminder of what I was and who I need to be."

"It might do some good to share your past with the pup, he knows you were a show slave but does he know what kind of slave you were off the stage?"

"Few do. It... it may be time for the talk, huh?"

"I can only add the spark, it is the Master's choice to start the blaze."

"You're wrong... we are family, we all must make that choice. I may be the Head, but it is the Body that keeps that one part alive." Collector sighed and watched the Fox finally force himself up and come inside. "Go clean up, I'll tend to him."

"Yes, sir."

Richard came in just as Butch left.

"Come. There is more you need to learn about your Master." Collector handed over a tissue to help with the bleeding.

"Alright."

Collector lead his Fox up to the attic and then to a linen covered chest. The Iguana sighed before pulling the cloth off to reveal an alligator trunk, most likely made from the hide of a slave. He opened it then revealed the contents to the Fox. Twelve trophies reflected the little light they had. But that was not what the lizard had planned to reveal, he removed the trophies and pulled three albums from under them. These were locked like a diary, custom made as the contents could have caused trouble for Gregory. Collector pulled a key that was hidden within the liner of the trunk and unlocked the first album. Newspaper clippings and yellowed photos shouted the absolute purpose of the locks.

Hatchling Iguana Saves Slave Master's life. That was the biggest clipping and picture. Richard looked at the picture knowing the words would make little sense to him as his lessons were very slim right now. Collector did not speak as he eyed the picture as well. When he did, it was barely a whisper.

"I was alone, barely five. He was in a car crash, I pulled him free of the wreckage. I stayed with him even as the paramedics came to take him. Even then, I felt like I knew him with all my heart. When he woke from his coma, his second was dying because the doctors refused to even look at the mutt just because he wore the slave collar. When Gregory looked at me, he asked me why I risked my life to pull him from the totaled car.

Sure, it was hard to believe that a young Iguana had pulled a grown human from a vehicle, but he knew what I did. He was conscious enough to watch me do it. At that point, I shrugged and responded, 'Something told me to.' He smiled and weakly pulled me closer to him. He... he hugged me, he then asked if I had a home. I told him no, of course. Back then only humans were allowed to have homes and even then only human children. It wasn't until the Galactic Slavers Commission came to Earth to regulate things a bit better that non-humans were allowed to own property and slaves. That aside, he unofficially adopted me and offered me a place of power. This is how I became his heir. I volunteered to become a slave, just to have a home... a family. When I took the tests to properly become the man's second, I took the beatings with a smile and I gave the beatings in return with the same smile.

Five years later, I gotten sick, and despite the hospital's hatred to slaves, Gregory took me and forced them to help me. I needed a marrow transplant, simple yes, but I needed a match. Gregory quickly volunteered to a blood test. That is when they found that he was... he was..." Collector wiped his eyes as he stared at the slowly turning pages of the album.

"He was my father. I truly found my family and yet it was illegal for him to claim me as his child. Once the transplant took, he told me what the doctors found out and were sworn not to share. Like they would, many slavers fathered their own slaves for the exotic fun of it, but he had a bout with a non slave just once and gave her a meal for that night. She had at least one egg a few weeks later and abandoned it near his property in hopes that he would find it... me. I showed him the area I called home the day he offered his home to me. It is now the stables. He was shocked that I had been that close to him all this time and yet never knew I existed. After my surgery, he bought that little farm outside the city so me and him could act like a family and be away from the daily bullshit of slavery. I enjoyed it... especially when I became mature, he took me to his bed and showed me how to please males first then allowed his prime female to teach me how to please the fairer sex. I enjoyed my life as best as I could. I may have had it easy when it came to corrections... as he called the whippings. But when I had problems directing the slaves under me, he purchased Butch. Butch was a back alley fighter slave. Butch taught me how to be dominate, hell, during the speech he broke my tail over my own knee in an effort to tell him enough. I respected him quite well after that day, even as he soundlessly took thirty lashings for putting my tail in a cast.

But that is only the beginning of my story, I could go on for days about the older slaves that are with us today. I am sure Vector told you to watch over me when the news of Mac's father dying came in. Right? The Chameleon?"

"Yeah, he told me you would likely be scrubbing something to handle your sorrow."

"He was right, but I held off until everyone else was asleep before doing that. I don't think that kitchen has been that clean since." Collector drew a choppy breath as Richard flipped to the final page of the album. "Look there, I remember that. That was the very first possession I ever had besides the clothes I wore. I still have that little toy car packed away in my closet. I had it stashed away in the farmhouse to be kept hidden from the Council. It is the only thing here that is left of my father..."

"Sir... I..."

"Hush. It has been far too long since I last talked about such things with anyone. Butch was the only other one that knew just how well connected to our Master I was. Listen to the Wolf, respect him and learn from him. And tell no one of my past. I do not want to ruin his name... even things got out of hand in his final year alive."

"Yes, sir."

"You may look at the others at some point, just make sure you relock them and hide the key in its slot. I don't want some nosey slave getting their paws on this and spreading things that don't need to be spread."

"Understood. Sir, if I may ask... why are you allowing me to see this?"

"Roger and Butch have both said they see a lot of me in you, and I agree with them."

Richard cocked his head to the side trying to understand this.

"You are eager to learn, though you are naïve. You see everything with a cheerfulness that few can in your position. You even enjoy the position, the respect it brings and the responsibility it comes with. I was the same... and still am. Just promise me that you will treat your kits with tender care and love. I never got the chance to even see the hatchlings I sired in that position due to me being a show champion. I was a service stud. I do not even know how many exist that is truly of my blood. You at least have the honor of knowing who will raise them."

"And I thank you for it, even if I am not fully mature yet."

"Just remember that her pleasure comes before yours, she will yield better litters this way."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, now let's get this put away then get you a quick wash."

Once they got the trunk filled and Richard cleaned up, they joined the rest of the family for the evening meal and quietly ate. The phone rang quietly on the wall from the kitchen and Collector's bedroom. The Iguana sighed then went to answer it. The slaves and caretakers stayed silent as they all were curious about the call, for the number was unlisted and only given to the Guild.

"Hello... Yes, this is he... Yes, Councilman, I have... No, sir, I have not seen any signs yet... Tomorrow morning? Yes, sir, I can make it that early. Have a good evening, sir." Collector sighed as he hung up the receiver. He returned to the table with a straight face. "Richard, dig out that special collar for tomorrow along with that suit I bought. We have to take the dragon in for an evaluation and blood tests. Roger, you are in control tomorrow while we are out. I also get to do various other things during the process."

Everyone relaxed in their own ways, some went to bed others soaked in the communal bath. The two boys coward in the corner away from everyone. They attempted to sleep, but they had not yet earned their beds according to the others. Richard joined the ones in the tub, he mostly listened to the gossip the other mammals had heard from over the fence. He did not care much for the news of the neighbors, but when they started talking about a new reptilian family moving into the neighborhood a rock's throw away, his ear pivoted to the speaker.

"Yeah, you heard me. They think that are Innodiates from their main home planet, freshly immigrated here for the warmer climates. I didn't ask but the descriptions sound like they are Iguanas we may want to leak a hint or two towards the boss. We may get lucky and they brought a daughter with them that would be close to his age." A younger Wolf leaned over his knees as he spoke in a quieter voice.

"Will, he is near twenty-five. Do you honestly think they would still have hatchlings with them at that age?" Butch was lifting a dumbbell nearby and had overheard his omega.

"It's possible since the Galactic Wars united many planets. Earth may have been the last one to join the Alliance, but Humans have had a major impact on many planets. I would call it a Viral Impact... but..."

"Yeah, yeah, they are just animals like the rest of us 'carbon based life-forms.' We get it."

"Still, we should try to get him to learn about his people. Most of us has learned about our heritages. Yeah, Richard still needs to learn a lot, but at least we both can tell his Earthborn flesh still aligns with Valhan. You can see it in his eyes, he has that fire." Will looked over at the Fox that now stared at him. "It is his right to learn as a freed slave. It is what we all dream of. He needs this."

"It is not your place, Wolf, nor is it mine. But I will say something myself, if he decides it is a good thing then we will let him go from there." Richard spoke up before Butch could even lay the weights down to reprimand his underling. "It do you good to remember that he chose me to be his second, and that I am right here."

Richard stared at the Wolf, silence prevailed for a full minute before the Wolf broke into laughter.

"There! Finally he lets the fire out. It does this off-world slave good to know the fire still lives."

Butch dropped a two pound weight into the lap of the Wolf and huffed angrily. Richard climbed out of the water then shook his fur dry before joining the older Wolf. The two walked back to the weights where Richard spotted for the Wolf as he placed two-twenty on the bench.

"He's right." Richard said after five presses.

"That... he is."

"Do you know anything of your... our history?"

"Earthborn... but... enough."

"Maybe sometime you can... teach me."

Twenty presses and the Wolf let the bar fall back onto its support. "Fine. Tomorrow night, we Valhanians will gather and properly do this. Try to take a nap in the afternoon, it will last most of the night. And bring your bitch." Butch grabbed a towel and dipped it in the bath water then drenched himself with it before walking over to the beds. He had night duty and he wanted a little sleep.

Richard's ears picked up the ten o'clock bell from the grandfather clock then announced that lights out was upon them. The slaves moaned but followed the unneeded order to clean up and head to bed.

Morning hours came too soon for Richard as he rolled away from his mate and went to pull the dragon outside for her exercise. At first light, they went down and Richard the two boys to wake and scrub her down. Afterward, Richard got them started scrubbing the tub clean. The boys listened silently far better than the first two days when they joined the family. He pulled a can of scale wax from the cabinet and started to make her presentable. She hissed at him when he started to buff her genital region, which just made him grin.

When that task was done and every scale glistened like gems, Richard went to pretty himself up. He climbed out of the shower just as the morning meal was called. He rushed to dry and dress himself. As told yesterday, he had laid out his suit and collar and so he was able to dress quickly. He made it to the table just as his Master sat looking just as sharp as he.

"Good morning, Master." Mac said with a slight coo to his voice.

"Sounds like you were sneaking into my liquor cabinet last night."

"No, sir. Though I must admit that I snuck out after lights out and met a very lovely female that was quite...compassionate towards my loss and helped me forget about this past month."

"Was she a slave?"

"Not that I know of, Master."

"Then good for you. Anyone have anything good from the gossip line?"

"Yes," Richard sighed as he dished up some sausage gravy for his biscuits. "Word is that there is a new family moving in and that they are possibly like you."

Butch rubbed the bridge of his muzzle thinking it was a bad idea to bring this up at the table.

"Really? Where are they from?"

"Will knows."

The Wolf yelped as he was thrown under the bus. "I heard that they are Innodiates."

"Wonderful. Which means they could be rather hateful towards us. Me especially. Listen for more on this and ask when you can. I want to know when they are settled in so I can welcome to our neighborhood."

"Yes, Master."

Butch relaxed with a sigh.

"Butch, have anything to add?" Collector called.

"I just did not think it was a wise thing to bring this to the table considering that they may not approve of your choice to house cousins as slaves."

"I am aware of this. I will be avoid this subject should it come up with them."

Butch was silent but showed concern, concern that Collector accepted.

"Richard, once you done, go brush your teeth again. As for you, my dragon, prepare yourself for pain. I am sorry for what is to come, I have no control what the Council does to you."

The family soon parted for their daily tasks leaving the Master alone to wait for the precious moments before meeting with the Council once more. When the two slaves returned to him, he stood with a huff and clenched his claws into his palm scales.

"Let's go..."