The Master Chooses a Slave
#1 of The Slave and Her Master
The meerkat walked up and down the row of young femmes. All of them quite lovely and petite.
"I'm looking for a girl," he'd told the Madame, a stout calico, earlier.
"I may be able to help you out," the Madame said.
The meerkat would walk to the end of the row and then back, and then down again, making sure he hadn't missed any. He paced again, then noticed a short hyena.
"How could I have missed you?" he said, smiling at the hyena.
"Come along," the Madame said.
The hyena stepped forward, keeping her head slightly bowed. The meerkat knelt in front of her, he touched her belly and ran his paws up her torso. He paused for a moment to look up at the hyena's face. She looked a little young, almost too young to be in a place like this. The meerkat resumed sifting his fingers through the soft silky creamy fur on her belly and up to her full breasts. He bounced the fleshy orbs, feeling their weight, and brushed his thumbs over her peach-colored nipples which immediately hardened at his touch. He squeezed her breasts, forcing a soft sigh from the hyena. He turned her around so he could see her rounded bottom and gave it a light smack, watching her fur ripple slighly, before he bent her forward.
"Touch your toes," he told her.
She blushed, even through her honey-colored fur he could see her cheeks were a little red, and she turned and bent forward. Her rear in the air, he saw her plump lips, slightly parted by a little sliver of glistening pink and he parted her lips so he could peer inside and see her pink charms and gave her clit a single flick of his finger.
She's no virgin. He thought to himself, a little disappointed.
The hyena's cheeks had turned a darker red. And was she crying?
She was perfect. He added. She was young, plump and lovely.
He stood back up.
"Stand up straight now," he told her, and she obeyed him.
He turned her around to face him and brushed her sable curls from her face.
"Why do you cry?" he asked her.
He lightly brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers.
"Are you not proud of your beauty?" he asked her.
She moved her lips but all the meerkat heard was what sounded like a soft "oh".
"You will have to speak up dear," he said.
"No," the hyena said a little louder.
"And why not," the meerkat asked.
"I've never thought myself as beautiful," the hyena said softly.
The meerkat chuckled softly and gently pinched her cheek.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"She doesn't have a name, we always just called her girl or yena," the Madame said.
"No name?" the meerkat said, a little puzzled.
He brushed the hyena's cheek again.
"Well she is quite sweet... Soft and sweet... I will call you Lily," he said.
He combed his fingers through the hyena's hair.
"Clean her up, and give her something to wear," he said.
And two of the other girls, a chinchilla and a squirrel, took Lily by the paws and led her upstairs while the meerkat and the Madame discussed the price.
The two girls washed Lily's hair and scrubbed her fur. They brushed her dry and tied a periwinkle sarong around her waist.
When they brought her back down the meerkat gave them a confused look.
"Is that really all you have for her to wear?" he asked.
"We aren't expected to wear clothes in here, Sir," the squirrel said.
"I see," the meerkat said, nodding slowly.
He took Lily's paws.
"Come Lily," he said.
He led her outside to a black car.
"After you," he said.
Lily stepped in, she had to bed over to get in, and a breeze blew her sarong to the side.
The meerkat climbed in with her.
He put his paw on hers.
"We shall have to find you something nicer to wear," he said.
Lily's ears twitched a little, her lips curled into a timid smile.
"Something warm and less revealing," the meerkat said.
He gave her paw a gentle pat.
"I don't really mind what I'm wearing," Lily said softly, shaking her head.
He assumed she was trying to be polite.
They arrived at the meerkat's house just as the sun was setting.
The meerkat got out of the car first and the hyena followed, he helped her down.
"You will call me Mr. Grigory, and when we are alone you will only call me Master," the meerkat said.
"Yes Mr. Grigory," Lily said.
"Good girl," Grigory said, nodding.
Upon entering the mansion seemed empty.
"Where is everyone?" Lily asked, looking around.
"They're around, but they're busy," Grigory said.
He untied Lily's sarong and draped it over his shoulder.
"Upstairs," he said.
The little hyena looked up at him, then at the stairs. She took a step forward but Grigory stopped her.
"Crawl," he said.
Lily opened her mouth to protest, but then she got on her paws and knees and crawled toward the stairs. Her breasts swung heavily beneath her, her nipples grazed the rug beneath her. She crawled up a few steps and then- SMACK! She yelped, her rear cheek stinging where he'd smacked her. Grigory followed behind her. Every few steps he'd deliver a sharp smack to her cheeks. As she reached the top of the stairs she sat back on her knees. Grigory tapped her on the shoulder.
"You're not done yet," he said, pointing to another set of stairs to the side.
More? Lily thought, as she climbed the second set of stairs. This one had no carpet, and she shuddered each time her nipples touched the cold marble.
"Stop here," Grigory said.
"But why?" Lily asked, turning her head.
But Grigory knelt behind her. He smiled, running his paws up and down her plump ass, giving it a firm squeeze. He stroked his paws a little higher, massaging her shoulders, his paws came down to her breasts and she gasped as his fingers brushed her already hard nipples, and she shivered as his paws moved down her belly and back to her ass.
Looking down the meerkat could see her full lips swelling, reddening a little, and parting. Little drops of juice were dripping on the stair.
What's this? He thought, his eyes widening.
He squeezed her rear cheeks and said, "I've hardly touched you and you're already dripping."
"I-I'm sorry," Lily said, her voice a soft squeak.
"Look at the mess you've made," Grigory said.
"I'm sorry Mr. Grigory, I will clean it up," Lily said quickly.
"You will clean it up, you will use your tongue," Grigory said.
"What?" Lily asked, her jaw trembling.
"Yes," Grigory said.
Lily bit her lip, she backed down the steps to the small puddle her juices had made. She looked at Grigory over her shoulder, then lowered her head to lap at her juices. They tasted awful, mixed with dust and dirt from the stairs, but she didn't say anything or stop, even when she'd lapped up all her drippings. Behind her she heard him unbuckling his belt.
"Good girl," Grigory said, spreading her cheeks.
He saw her little puckered hole. How could he have missed that? He licked his finger and pressed the tip to her hole. Too small, even for his finger, how could that be?
He put a little pressure on her hole but still nothing. He looked down and noticed her cunny was still wet, and he gathered her juices on his finger and pressed the tip of his finger into her hole, and the hyena femme cried out softly as her hole gave way to the finger.
"How can you be so tight?" Grigory asked, pushing his finger a little deeper.
Lily didn't answer, she only whimpered as Grigory moved his finger in and out of her, then suddenly he pushed his cock into her.
"You're so warm," he groaned, curling his finger in her ass.
His cock slid in easily, her pussy walls hugged him tightly.
She kept looking out of the corner of her eye to see if anyone was watching. She couldn't see anyone but she knew someone was there.
Oh how embarrassing! She thought to herself, as the meerkat's hips slammed against her ass, his balls splitting her lips and slapping her clit. The hyena moaned loudly, tilting her head back.
She closed her eyes, trying to block out the scene, but all she saw was a large cylindrical figure being shoved into a gold ring that was far too small for it but the cylinder was unforgiving.
Grigory inserted a second finger and Lily opened her eyes.
"Please, it will tear," she said.
"Relax," Grigory said.
But her tight little anus wouldn't let his fingers push any further, and he pulled them out with a loud groan.
"Keep crawling," he said, wiping his fingers off on his trousers.
As Lily reached the top of the stairs he gave her sore ass another smack. He guided her to a room with a large bed in the center near the window and pushed her up onto it, bending her over.
He reached forward and cupped her chin.
"You called me ‘Mr. Grigory' instead of ‘Master'," he said, stroking her neck.
"I'm sorry Master," Lily said.
"I should punish you for that," he said, rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit.
He paused and said, "But I will let it slide for today," and pushed his cock into her cunny.