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This story had been in my head for a long, long time. I wrote it down in one go. I hope you like it, but it's actually not the likable kind of sort. Warning! This Story may start harmless, but contains pretty graphic violence. If you are the faint sort of type, please don't read it. It might seriously hurt you. Now share and Enjoy! It was early in the morning, as the young vixen was woken up. The guard hit on the bars of her cage, making such a loud noise, she woke up with a start. Then the guard went on to hit the next cage. "Brekkie time, girls," he shouted. The vixen was slightly angry. Ever since she got here, she had not been able to sleep properly. The cage was far too small, its floor was wooden and the bars made of iron. It was cold and the little bit of straw they had put here had been more of a joke, if anything. The guard returned and threw a bowl on the floor. Half of its contents flew around, but the vixen was not sad about it. It was almost, but not quite, edible. She had to slurp it down before she could look at it. It tasted horrible. Anyway, she leaned back and tried to doze off again. But it was not possible. It was not just the lack of room, but also the smell. She knew, there were dozens of other girls around, but they were separated and she could not see any of them. They did not let her out in the five days she had been here, and it seems as if the others were not let out either. It was smelling of urine. Also of her own. You could not sleep well when your bladder is full and you know the only way to relieve is to piss yourself. This place was repulsive. She blinked as they switched the lights on. It must be some kind of dungeon, she had decided. There was no window, and the only way to say a day has gone past is because the guard shouted "Brekkie" and "Dinner". That's all the meals she got. All she knew was she was to be sold. Several men had been looking at her yet. She tried her best to look like a good buy, but it was hard in an environment like this. Her fur stank and the colour was dull. Others had been sold. The vixen was not stupid. She was very smart for one of the "Unfree", as they called her kind. She had been born unfree. Her mother and father had been unfree. Their owner had owned her as well, until she had been sold to work in some kind of factory. And recently, she and several of her co-workers had been sold here. She had been so worthless she had not even got a name. She was smart enough to know that an unfree girl that cannot be sold was worthless. She understood that her time was running up, even though she did not know how long she had before they would get rid of her. Every time the big iron door opened with a loud creaking sound, she quickly got up to sit on her legs, paws on knees and tail wrapped around her bottom. The vixen looked down on the floor, hoping she would look obediently and decent. "How old, you said?" asked a deep voice. "She's thirteen. Legal for..." "Yeah yeah. But she looks... ten or something. There's no meat on her." "Very well, sir, then can I..." The voices trailed off as the potential customer was ushered away. The vixen relaxed. She had heard that before. Well, yeah, how should she build up some meat if all she got was cardboard with water here? Of course she could never have developed female features, like breasts or hips, because she had always been one meat short from starving. And even that one meal she had have to fight over. The day went on. Customer after customer. Most did not even took a look at her. She guessed it was close to the evening, as one of the last was lead through the dungeon. As they stopped before her cage, she dared to take a look at his feet. They looked lupine. "Could she look up?" "Oi!" the guard shouted and banged his stick against the bars. "Look up!" She obediently looked up. The customer really was a wolf. And the wolf started smiling. "Se,, that was what I meant with the right gleam in the eyes." The guard looked to the wolf. "You did, sir?" "What's her name?" the wolf said. The guard took his clipboard and scanned it like a cryptographic code page. "Most of her life she had been referred to as Worker #451, sir." "Oh, I can't remember numbers that well. I'll call her Ruby." The guard hesitated. "So you will buy her?" "Yes. She's what I was looking for." The vixen beamed. "Th-thank you, sir! Thank you so much!" she burst out. The guard went from talking-to-customer to disciple-the-slave mode. She raised his paw to hit the vixen. "Don't you speak without..." To the vixen's surprise the wolf caught the guard's arm. "Oh, please," the wolf said calmly. "I want her unharmed." The guard relaxed, but glared at the vixen. "As you wish, sir." "Wonderful," the wolf said and sniffed loudly. "Can you wash her? And give her something to wear?" "Yes, sir." The guard opened the cage and the vixen got up. The guard led her to the other steel door, the one where no customers came from. "And try not to hit her on the way," the wolf said. * * *

About half an hour later, thing were better for the vixen. Much better. They had thrown her into a kind of pool, with warm and soapy water. She had been given a sponge and was told to hurry up. It was nice to be clean again. Well, not really clean, but at least she was not smelly any more and had been able to wash her crotch and thighs. It had been so embarrassing to her. After the wash, she was given something the guards called clothing. It was a very short skirt and a long and dirty shirt. The shirt was that big its neck hole was just a bit narrower than her shoulders, and it went almost to her knees, rendering the skirt useless. But the guard mumbled something about it being all they had, because most customers do not bother with clothing their unfrees. A guard grabbed her before she could go. "He's a very good customer," he grunted. "Don't you embarrass us." She was led to the entrance hall where the wolf, her new owner, was signing paperwork. She tried her best to curtsy in front of him. "Ah, there you are." He smiled. "Gosh, that's all they had?" "Yes, master." The wolf shook his head and took some papers, after signing a cheque. "I don't like to be called 'master' by you. Your name is Ruby now, okay?" "Yes... sir." He shrugged. "Well then. Let's go." She followed him closely and did not look back. Now she suddenly had a name. Okay, her parents had given her one, of course, but she was taken away from them before she was old enough to learn it. The wolf opened the door to a car. She placed herself on the back seat. To Ruby, it felt wrong sitting here. Her place was the back of a truck, if anything. In the factory, they had to walk the way from the houses to their walking place. Ruby looked at the shirt again. There was something on it, that looked like semen, and also some... "Are you a virgin?" the wolf asked as he started the engine. "Sir?" "Simple question." "N-no sir." "Not the guards, I hope? They looked as if they would not be gentle on anyone." "N-no, it was in the factory," she said in a faint voice. "I-it hurt..." The wolf thought a moment. "Want to ask me something?" "They said you're a good customer," she said. "I guess you buy a lot of girls." The wolf laughed. "Yes." "But I guess your home is empty." "I chose the right girl," he said. "I was looking for you for some time, I could say. Why, yes, you'll be the only girl in my house." She did not move and stared to the floor. "So you will..." "I don't think so. I've been buying girls from many places, but you are the first to ask me why. Very good. I have been, in fact, looking for a smart one. It would be a waste to kill you." For some reason she could not relax. She was still staring between her feet. "That shirt is terrible. I thought they would have something better in store," the wolf went on. "As I see the law, unfrees must be dressed in public, but nobody seems to care." "What do you do for a living, sir?" "Making movies, basically. Nothing famous. But I make enough for my... hobby." It took a very special sort of mind to be that polite and sane while talking about killing people. Ruby felt uneasy. But it was her fate. She was unfree. Unfree meant she could only be owned, her entire life. Oh, there had been a rumour around the workers in the factory. They said, you could be free if you owned yourself. But that was just a hope you can cling to. Unfree also meant she was a thing. They used unfree children in the factory because it was cheaper than robots. The law was so loose, the owners did not even have to feed them if they did not want to. They could do whatever they want. Beat, rape, kill... And if she tried to run away, they would catch her. There was no safe place for unfrees. They had a small number written on the back of their shoulder. Or rather, burned into the skin. You could see it through the fur, and if they saw it and you could not produce a permit from your owner, they brought you back. "Sir?" "Yes, Ruby?" "Mind if I slept, sir? I am very tired." "No, not at all." "Thank you, sir." * * *

It was a house with a garden. The next house was a bit away. You couldn't call it suburbia, but it seemed to be some kind of settlement. The house itself had two floors and was compact. It looked way bigger from the inside. "There we are," the wolf said. "You have a room upstairs." "My own room?" Her owner smirked. "Of course. It's not big. But... Listen." "Yes, sir?" "Don't you think I want to be your friend. I won't. I am your owner. I don't like the word slave, you see, so I would call it... servant. Maid, maybe. You will follow my orders, otherwise I must rethink my decision about you. But I want to respect you as the intelligent girl you are." "Y-yes, sir." She was nervous again. "You will cook and clean. Can you do that?" "Not very good, sir" "Then you will learn it. Take off your clothes." She hesitated for a moment, but then pulled the shirt over her head. The skirt was a joke anyway. She had been naked in the cage, but in the factory she had been wearing her working overall all the time. She had had only one which she just had been able to wash when all the workers were allowed to bathe in the lake. "No need to blush," he aid soothing. "Okay. Go up to you room. There you'll find a collar and a pair of socks. Wear the collar for you status as a servant, and the socks because the floor is cold and I don't want you to freeze." "Yes, sir," she said obediently. "Then wash and make dinner. I am hungry." * * *

Ruby could not help but like the place. For one, there was a toilet she could use. She did not even have to ask, if the master was not requiring her. She was allowed to take a shower every evening. Ruby herself was not a dirty kind of girl, she had been forced to be dirty. Another girl had said, they were lucky they were fed at least. She had to cook here. The fridge was well filled. It was always the same, cheese, some meat and bread, but better than cardboard stew. The wolf had given her a cooking book, for reading. He went to the supermarket only once, as he came back from work. The wolf was out in the morning. Ruby had to have a meal ready when he came back, and that was easy. She was basically alone in the morning. Of course, the doors were locked. She had looked, more out of interest than to actually open them. So she sat down on the floor and watched morning cartoons. Even though the wolf was not in the house, the vixen obeyed the rules. Her owner had told her where her place was. She was not to sit on the sofa or the chairs. She could easily accept that. After a week, she even was comfortable with being naked all the time. It was slightly humiliating to sit on the cold floor to eat some fried meat with her paws while the master was sitting on the table using cutlery, but if that was the only thing, she could be happy. Ruby even caught herself enjoying the new life. She liked the evening, when the owner was home and he would sit on the sofa to watch news. He talked about it, and he expected Ruby to answer. He always said she was a smart girl and it was good to he had bought her before someone else had. At first he had led her to her bedroom for the night. And then he had locked it. But after two weeks, Ruby noticed he did not lock any more. It was about trust. Ruby wanted to earn his trust. Not because of the hobby, but because she was respected as the girl she was. After three weeks, she came up with idea of baking a cake. It had not been easy to say that, but she had decided she wanted to make it for the wolf. And he had said: "Yeah, I'd like that. What should it be like?" "Cherry." "What do you need?" "Oh... various things... er..." The wolf stood up. "It's four? Yeah, it's four. Could you get up and get your skirt and one of my small shirts?" Ruby ran to get the things requested. As she came back, the wolf had gotten some money out of his wallet. She was so surprised she did not know what to say. Then he took a piece of paper. "So, here's your permit," he said calmly. "Is something up?" "You... you will let me go alone?" "Yes, Ruby. You gave me no reason not to trust you. You even keep off the sofa in the morning." "How do you...?" "Fur, my dear. I haven't found any yet. And you never look guilty. So, the shop is down the street. It's quite way, so enjoy it." "Th-thanks, sir!" she beamed. Quickly she dressed and took the permit. "Hm," the wolf rumbled. "Yes, sir?" "I need to get you a pair of knickers or something. Your tail lifts the skirt and people can see your crotch when you're walking. But for now it should work, you're just an unfree girl, after all." "Okay, sir," Ruby said. She took the money and went to the door. "Oh, and Ruby?" "Yes?" The wolf looked more serious now. "You got two hours. Your permit goes until six. Please don't disappoint me, yes?" Ruby nodded quickly and went outside. Outside... she hadn't missed it. It was not a warm day, actually it was quite foggy and wet. She went down the street, where she could see the down, tugging her shirt and skirt down. It was one thing to have her master see her crotch and bottom, but people around here should not. She enjoyed the fresh air out here. It was close to a wood. For a moment she stopped. How long would it take him to notice she was gone? Two hours. And until then, she was away. But the thought disappeared and went into a corner of her mind to be ashamed. Of course she could try. But the master trusted her. Also, if she was caught � and she was sure they will catch her sooner or later � he would see she was not the girl he thought she'd be. And Ruby liked to live like she lived now. After a while she reached the shop. It was just small we-got-everything kind of store in a tiny settlement like this. She entered, still tugging her clothes down to cover her private part. "Oh, hi, little one, what can I do for you?" The tigress behind the counter smiled. "Aren't you a bit... underdressed for a girl your age?" Ruby sniffled. "My owner sent me." "Oh." The tigress' face went from friend to be-happy-I-won't-shoot-you. "What do you want?" "I need all on this paper," she said. "And I need your permit, little... girl." She said the last word as if it was the worst insult ever. She put both on the counter and waited until the tigress acknowledged it. With a loud grunt she accepted the permit and assembled the stuff from the shelves. She put them into the bag without much care, wrapped it and let it slump on the counter. "Fourteen � ten, girl," she said. "There you go." "Tell the old coot he should send his daughter and not one of his... slaves." "What old coot?" "Willikens? The Farmer?" "I don't know any farmers, Ma'am," Ruby said politely. "Who's your owner then." "He... he is a wolf at the end of that street." "Oh," the tigress said. "Oh! Tell him, his stuff has arrived." And then she grinned. It was not a nice grin. Not at all. "Strange, though, he never sends his girls." "He trusts me." "Would be new. Now go. You might scare away my real customers." Ruby glared and then left the store. She went straight home. What was the different? She was the same girl, polite and nice, but the moment the tigress had known she was unfree, she had already hated Ruby. Why? She was the same girl, burnt shoulder or not. It was just a number and a collar. The wolf was waiting in the living room for her. "Ruby, no step," he said without turning. She froze. Oh my god, she thought. I took too much time. I did a mistake. Oh god. "I heard you didn't clean your feet. Please don't stain the carpet, will you?" The vixen relaxed. Her heart had tried to flee her chest. It was pumping so loud she was afraid her master could hear it. She carefully cleaned her feet on the doormat and stepped in. * * *

It was a week later when the wolf came back home late. Ruby had been a bit worried, because he always was on time. The lunch was just some sandwiches, so it could not get cold, but it was worrisome anyway. Ruby waited in front of the door, sitting on the stairs, until it opened. Not only the wolf entered. A girl did, too. It was a cat. She was a bit older than Ruby and clearly had more female features than the vixen. And more clothing. But the new girl kept staring on the floor. "Ah, Ruby. You waited for me?" "You were late, sir." She could not help but stare at the girls wrists. They were bound behind her back. Ruby had never been bound. She could see clearly where this would lead to. She was not sure if she liked the result. "Ruby, please take her to the bathroom, let her undress and help her washing. You can keep the clothes if they fit you." And then a bit quieter. "But do not release her. I was told she's pretty aggressive. And don't talk to her, okay?" "Yes, sir." "Good. I see you in the basement went you two are done." Ruby grabbed the cat by the arm and led her up the stairs. She opened the bathroom and undressed the girl. It was a longer skirt, and, to her surprise, knickers. A bit too big for the vixen, though. She took a look at it. Okay, a lot too big. She sighed. "Get into the tub," she said. The cat did not move. "Get into the tub!" "Release me," she hissed. "I can rip off his head!" Ruby forced the girl into the tub with a strong push. Then she hosed her, making her hiss loudly. Ruby took the sponge and rubbed the cat clean. She smelled strongly, but not of her own urine. She smelled like work. With men. Ruby knew the smell. She had been put into a special room, in the factory, and then they had raped her. There were pictures and a memory of a smell she wanted to forget... "What are you doing!" the cat hissed. "Oh, shut up," Ruby said and rubbed the cat dry. She led the still bound girl down the stairs. The vixen had expected her to make a break for it, but the only thing she tried was biting the vixen. Ruby had never been in the basement before. Not that her owner had it forbidden to her. She just never had any reason to go into it. That's why she never had expected what was down there. "Ah, thanks, Ruby." The wolf took the cat harshly and pressed her against the wall. "What'd she do?" Ruby asked while she watched the girl getting chained to the basement wall. "Smart girl... oh she snapped around. Got her at a discount." The cat glared at Ruby as the wolf shoved a gag into her mouth. The master had put chains around wrists and ankles, so the cat had only little room to move. "Should I go out, sir?" "No, Ruby, you can stay if you want." It was maybe some kind of morbid curiosity that made Rudy stay in the basement. She looked around. It was looking like a normal basement with tools and material, but if one looked closer, one noticed that every tool was either very sharp or very phallic. And the floor was tiled, with some sort of grilled hole in many edges. For easy cleaning. And then Ruby saw the Face the first time. It was the other face of her master. The wolf she respected so much changed his expression as he dropped his pants. With one paw he stroked over the cat's crotch with looking over his tools. He chose a small scalpel and squatted. Ruby moved a bit so she could see what he was doing. The cat screamed into the gag as the wolf slowly and steadily drew a bloody trail over the pubic areas. The wolf hesitated as he reached the vagina. The cut was not deep, but blood dripped from it. "Eh, first a test ride," he mumbled. His penis had grown big. Ruby stared at it in awe. As he forced it into the girl's vagina, the fresh wound opened and blood flowed over the penis and scrotum. As the wolf started humping, the vixen slowly reached to her own crotch. To her own shock was wet. Not dripping wet, but she was clearly aroused. And she watched on while the wolf forced his big shaft into the feline girl. The muffled screams made her breathe heavily. The wolf stopped and went out of the cat. "Yeah..." he said. He moved the knife into place again and started to cut into the labia. Ruby twitched as he saw the pain in the other girl's eyes. Her master let the blood flow over his paw. Ruby leaned against the wall. She just saw the labia drop. The cat was shivering. But Ruby found herself dripping. She was so aroused, she had to massage herself. "Ruby!" the wolf hissed. She lifted her arms. "Sorry sir!" "Ruby, give me the vibrator over there." Relieved Ruby went over to the table. The wolf had put his penis into the cat's vagina again. The gag hardly muffled all the sounds of pain. Ruby stood there, staring, vibrator in her paw, paralysed and excited. The wolf came. It was a loud grunt that filled the room. Then the semen dripped into the puddle of blood on the floor. Ruby was too afraid to rub herself again, but she was close to it. The wolf took the vibrator from her paws and thrust it forcefully into the cat's mutilated crotch. Then he released some chains. Ruby was amazed, because the the exhausted girl was forced on her knees right away. Her muzzle was right in front of the master's crotch. "Lick the blood off," the wolf demanded. And the cat did it right away. She licked the penis clean and swallowed her own blood down. She was just too exhausted to be disobedient. The master got up and pulled his pants up again. "A, just in time for the news. Ruby?" "Yes, sir?" "Take the tissues and wipe the blood from the floor. It's a hell of a work when it's dry, so clean it now. Wipe her crotch, too." The only sound was the vibrator buzzing. "And also your own, Ruby," he added. Ruby quickly did as she was told while the wolf put the gag back into place. Then she left the basement with her master. He sat down on the sofa. "Don't feed her today. She needs some time. But please give me my lunch." The vixen hurried to bring him the sandwiches. Then she sat down on her place, next to the sofa. A paw went over her head to stroke her head. Oh god, he will talk to me about it, she thought. I don't want to talk about it! I don't know what is up myself! "S-Sir?" "Yes, Ruby?" "C-Can I go to bed? I feel tired..." "Of course. Sleep well." Ruby immediately went up the stairs and into her bedroom. She lay down and stared at the ceiling. What had been up with her? Why had she been to excited while that wolf raped and hurt another girl. The vixen was... ashamed. Had it just been 'better her than me'? Or... had she really enjoyed it? All the blood... the semen... the big penis! No, it was not just the penis. It was the muffled screams. It was the shine of pain in the cat's eyes. The glare and all that... Ruby looked at her paw. It was full of her own fluids. She was ashamed, so ashamed of herself. But she had to go on, because otherwise she would never be able to think clearly again. She closed her eyes and set her mind on all the events of the basement. With a finger she rubbed herself and started making arbitrary noises. It was the first time she ever masturbated. The arousal grew quickly. She muffled herself, she did not want her master to hear her. It would be very embarrassing if he knew his smart girl would masturbate. The climax rose fast as the vixen made a finger enter herself. She rubbed her insides until she suddenly twitched and felt all the emotions release within a single moment. Panting Ruby lay on her bed and then sat up. There was a big stain on her sheets. The climax had been so strong she had spurted. There were tissues under the bed. While she rubbed the stains off she felt extremely guilty and ashamed. * * *

The next morning she had spend in bed. Her master had not knocked or tried to wake her, so she just lay there and wondered. At noon, she finally got up to check the basement door. It was locked. Trust only went so far. She fixed dinner. Chili con carne. Ruby cursed herself for being smart. A dumb girl would just have broken into that basement and released the girl. But she was just way too smart to do that. She knew that would only lead to her crotch being torn and cut. It was arousing to watch. But she did not want to be the one chained and hurt. The wolf came back. Ruby quickly went to the door and curtsied. "Hello, Ruby," the wolf sighed. "Hard day, sir?" "Kind of. Stupid business meetings. Oh, what smells good?" "Something I tried." "Good. Oh, will you bring our guest a bit of it? She must be hungry." "I can do that, sir," Ruby said, but thought the opposite. He put some of it into a bowl. "She doesn't need a spoon," the wolf said. Ruby nodded. She went to the basement door, the wolf unlocked it and then lay down onto the sofa, switching TV on. Ruby slowly went down the stairs. She hesitated. The girl looked even worse than before. She had many more cuts all over the body. The blood was still dripping on the floor. Her vagina was missing everything, labia, clitoris, everything. Tears went down the cat's short muzzle. The vixen stood there and stared, like yesterday. She looked up the stair, but the wolf was distracted by TV. She put the bowl on the table and looked over the tools. There was a bigger knife. It looked sharp. Ruby went to the girl and released the gag. "Want some of this?" she asked and put the bowl on the floor. The girl slowly nodded. "Then work for it." Forcefully she took the girls head and pressed the muzzle against her crotch. Just this little movement send hot shivers all over the body. "Lick!" she demanded. The car started to lick. Ruby moaned loudly as the rough tongue worked on her sensitive areas. She shivered with every wave of pure sensation. The girl looked up, with an expression of begging in her eyes. "Go on!" Ruby hissed. The cat licked faster. Ruby sighed in lust. Then she took the knife and held it on the girl's throat. "I want to cum you... you bitch!" The cat licked to save her life, faster and faster, full of fear and fright. Ruby moaned louder as every lick brought her closer to the orgasm. "Do it," she hissed. Then the feelings seemed to explode in her. With a yell she came and almost fell over. It had been even better than doing it herself. With loud pants, Ruby stepped back. "There," she said and kicked the bowl into the cat's direction. It fell over and spilled over the floor. "That's much better than what I ever had." The can said nothing and just started licking it up from the floor. Clapping paws made ruby turn around. "Sir!" she yelped in fright. "Sir, I... Please, I didn't!" "Ruby, Ruby, calm down. It's okay." The wolf stepped closer. Ruby was still carrying the knife. "It's okay. I understand you. It's the dark side of your soul. You're just just like me." The vixen was like frozen. The wolf smiled on. "Ruby, you can play with her. I will watch. But I want to end it myself." "Erm..." "Want to cut off her tail?" The cat stopped eating. Ruby looked at the knife in her paw. It sounded very... tempting. "Yes," she said with a very firm voice. The master took a chair from the corner and sat on it. "Then do it." Ruby grinned. She took the cat's tail, straightened it, but then stopped. Instead, she moved it to the root of the feline tail and started cutting slowly through it, enjoying the yells of pain from its owner. After some seconds, the tail was cut off and she held it in her paw. "Wow..." "You must give in to that feeling," the wolf said. "Thank you, sir." "Let's switch," he said. * * *

They played with her for some days. All guilt and shame had went from Ruby. She enjoyed threatening the other girl. She enjoyed making her scared, forcing her to lick her crotch. And She enjoyed cutting her body, without any reason. The whippings were fun, too. They had had a little talk about how to kill her off. Ruby actually had no preference. But she said she wanted to watch her die. No matter how, she wanted to see it. "I would prefer hanging. I hanged my first girl, you know." "How was it, sir?" "Well... it is a nice way for watching her die. You know, she squirmed for several minutes." Ruby had nodded slowly. They had hanged the cat a week after she had come into the house. Ruby had put a chair onto the centre of the room, her master had put a noose around the girl's neck after she had stepped on it. The vixen took a step to he wall. "Please," the cat begged. There was not much of her fur left, very ears were missing and she looked like a wreck. "Y-you don't have to..." "You're wrong," Ruby said. "We have to." "No! Plea- gackrrrhh!" The wolf had kicked the chair away. The girl struggled with her legs, but they did not reach the ground. Her arms were tied. It took her a long time, with a lot of noise and movement, to give in. The life in her eyes slowly faded away, and then it was over. The last noise in the room was the dripping from the girls body. "Will you wipe that from the floor, Ruby?" "Yes, sir," Ruby said and grabbed for the tissues. "Did you like it?" "Very, sir." "Good. Now it's business as usual." "Sir?" "What do we do with the body?" The wolf thought for a moment. "Well, either we bury her in the garden..." "Or?" "Or we see what we can make of her for the fridge." Ruby wiped the urine from the floor and the crotch of the girl. Then she took another tissue to clean her own crotch. "I'd prefer the second one, sir." The wolf grinned. "Good girl." * * *

It was about two months later, as she woke up in the morning. The wolf knocked at her door. He never hat done that before. Her master never entered her room. "Yes, sir?" she asked. "Come on in." The wolf came in. "Good morning, Ruby." "Good morning, sir." "You know what day it is?" Ruby thought for a moment. "No, sir?" "Not a clue?" "Nope." "Well, according to your papers, it's your birthday." "Birthday?" Ruby asked. "What's that?" "It's the anniversary of your birth. You're now fourteen." "Oh..." "It's tradition to give you a gift." "Sir?" "I want to give you this." The wolf gave her a piece of paper. She scanned it. Then she scanned it again. And a third time. "Sir?" she asked. "It's what it says. It just needs your sign." "I... I don't know what to say, sir." It was a standard document for trading an unfree. Under the line for "new owner" it said "Ruby 541". "You remembered my number, sir." "It's... well, it's written on your back." She smiled. "Yeah..." "So... I own myself now?" "Yes." "May I ask why?" "I like you too much to keep you as a slave." Ruby stared at the ceiling. "So I can go wherever I want." "Basically." Ruby looked at the wolf again. "And... if I wanted to stay here?" "You are free to stay." "And if I wanted to sit by the sofa and put my plate on the floor?" "Only if you are wearing nothing but your collar." She reached out her paw. "Sir, you've got yourself a deal." The wolf shook the paw. "Wonderful. But your actual gift is in the basement. It's only for you. Go look after it." Ruby quickly got up and went down the stairs, right into the basement. "Oh, sir, you shouldn't have!" In the middle was a mouse boy, bound to a chair. He had a little ribbon around his head.