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It was three hours before sunrise; Richard woke the entire house by ringing the meal bell. He had disposable bowls and spoons for cereal. The Fox growled to himself as his own female decided to roll over and ignore him when he rose. They slept in the Master's room that night so they could all wake together. Collector was double-checking his carryon, making sure his basic Slaver's tools were secured and ready to be used on a moments notice. The Iguana was the first to make an appearance and the second to grab a bowl for a quick breakfast.

"You know you most likely gained a few enemies today, right?" Collector told his second as he poured cereal into the bowl.

"The meal is ready and everyone needed to wake up anyway. You have your tools packed?"

"Yes."

"Your whip belt ready?"

"Someone has been studying. Yes."

"What about you're Patch Kit?"

"Y-no... I will get that after I eat."

"Got your rape whistle?" The Fox grinned as he leaned against the counter as he looked over his makeshift list.

"Funny."

"I thought so. I am pretty sure I needed it last night."

"Looked as though you enjoyed it to Butch and me; especially when your tail kept thumping against Butch during the tie."

The basement door creaked; the teenage human boys that had shot the Fox with a paint gun came up covered in loin clothes.

"Morning, boys. Did you enjoy last night?"

"Yes, Master." They said in near unison.

"How many times did either of you get laid?"

"James was forced eight times by the Wolves."

"At least I volunteered unlike you, Tom."

"Do tell." Collector grinned; he was glad that these two were actually talking for a change.

"So I got pummeled by that Dulisdae, big deal."

"We do not have a Bear in the family."

"Then who pulled me over to the weight bench?"

"I saw nothing other than a few groins myself." Collector chuckled. "And congrats to you, James, seems you are fitting in quite well. Tom, on the other hand, needs to learn his races and apparently his dicks. That would be a very fun lesson for everyone else to watch."

Tom hunched over and blushed as his brother poured up their bowls.

The conversation ended as others started filing in. The one Doberman he had went over to the humans and latched onto Tom. Collector chuckled as the dog licked 'his' boy. When the big dog left to get food, Collector went over to the human and smiled.

"Bear indeed. Hair is too fine though." Collector outright laughed before heading off to get his missing supplies.

When Collector came back down with the Patch Kit, he gave a whistle and got everyone to head outside as the space dock transport was waiting patiently for them. The entire family packed inside the double-decker bus. The moment the slaves left the house, the mood changed dramatically. Silence prevailed over them including the caretakers. Collector spoke quietly to the driver asking about the transport ship that was in his name. The driver knew nothing. Collector shrugged and took a seat.

The only ship that was in view was a large, brown hulled cruiser that was fitted with various laser pods and projectile turrets. The driver pulled up to the cruiser and swung the doors open then called out to have them disembark. A crew came running up to the bus and bowed as Collector and Richard came off the bus. A brown furred bear stepped forward and greeted Collector.

"Morning, Sir. Welcome to the Spartan III. I am the Crew Master, Botan Crumps. Would you like to have the live cargo locked away?"

"No. As long as they behave, I do not wish them to be locked up."

"Very well, Slave Master Manson. I will have the crew escort them aboard along with your apprentice while I give you and your Second a tour of your ship."

"How much does this cost me? I have never seen anything on my budget listings over this." Collector eyed the cruiser with a curious look.

"Everything was paid for by the Intergalactic Slave Guild one hundred and thirty two years ago today, in fact. The fuel is paid for by the travel services. The Manson family was one of the first human families to sign the Guild Treaty to prevent an outright war as Earth was not capable of defending itself at that time." Botan explained casually. "Just as the Spartan has remained in the Manson family, the crew has kept her bloodline just as well. Though when the weapon systems were installed, we had to gain fresh blood. The Captain, currently my father, Vortan, has been passed father to son since it was built. He will greet you once the final checks are done and we have broken orbit."

By now, they had come to a circular lift under the ship and stepped on it. Thirty seconds later the lift jolted and started to take them up to the ship.

"The engine is upgraded three times a year to ensure the fastest travel possible for the current Master. You will find a personal communicator in the Master Suite for you to take with you so that you can arrange a flight at anytime. Oh, there is a Councilman Five aboard awaiting you after the tour. He wishes you to learn your ship before he speaks with you."

"Thank you. I have a female Draskin with me that is expecting. I have to ask that you make sure she makes it to my quarters without harm. I prefer my offspring to arrive healthy and intact."

The Dulisdae bowed slightly before reaching to a wrist mounted computer and speaking a language Collector had not heard before. The reply was just as bad. "It shall be done, Sir. It will be waiting for you when you are ready."

An hour later, the tour was done leaving Collector and Richard at the Master Suite. They went in and were greeted by the sight of the Draskin and an elderly Telsnir speaking lightly. Collector cleared his throat then greeted the Cheetah.

"Councilman Char'zi, I welcome you aboard the Spartan." Collector bowed then stared at the floor in old habit.

"Ah, I can see the slave still in you, Master Manson; you have no need to avert your eyes now."

"I... yes, I suppose you are correct. My slave has not caused any trouble, I assume?"

"Not at all. In fact, I have been conversing with her quite casually about her homeland. I will be aboard during the flight and will part you at landing. So we do have plenty of time to talk. So, how has the life change been?"

"Difficult, Sir."

"A lizard of little words, eh? Well, how about we shake it up some. There is a need for an expansion of the Council and each one of us has at least one they would like to see become a Council member. There has been talk among us about you. Mostly to bring fresh ideas and values to the mold. But your experience as a Slaver is the only thing keeping you from being the top choice; I am unofficially here to tell you what you need to do. You need to defeat a high ranking Slaver in combat and take over his living property. There is one such Slaver on Valhan and is actually over confident. I know you can break this bastard, only because you value your slaves. He covets those he does not own and will actually try to steal from others. Kill him. I would like to have the mutt's head on a platter; I would not even care if it was a paper plate."

"How can I do that without breaking local laws?"

"I am sure your Wolf apprentice can help you out with that. I made sure he got to know the basic slave travel."

"Thank you. I will have to talk to him. Knowing the canines, I will have to do a dominance thing."

"Yes, the pack mentality does come in handy at times. You know this quite well on Earth."

Collector was speechless. He looked to Tara and noticed that the dragon was trying her best to shrink out of sight. "Don't scuff those scales, dear. Sir, if I may, why am I not allowed to know anything about her? She has told me little about her."

"War is a gentle beast, son. Not everything can be explained to a civilian, that saying, I know very little except that it is crucial that very little is known about her kind until the treaties are settled."

"Then what is with taking half of her clutch?"

"Study subjects and such." Char'zi rubbed the back of his head.

"Un-huh. I bet they are just going to be prized pets sired by a retired champion."

"I cannot comment on Council business." The cat smiled nervously.

"Right." Collector smiled back.

Before Collector could make the Cheetah not answer more, a buzzer went off then a mono speaker sounded with Maxwell asking for entry. Collector granted entry and waited for the pup to enter.

"This ship is huge." The pup said as he entered. "Oh, I did not know you still had company. I can come back later."

"No need, Mister Brenson. You teacher has the need to pick your knowledge about your kin and I have need to check on my Second as she tends to become stir crazy when she has no one to order about." Char'zi got up from his seat and left.

Maxwell sat in the empty seat and watched as the dragon uncurled then went to her Master. "He knows about my brother. Expect to receive another female by summer; she will be under Master Maxwell's name."

"Wonderful. I do hope the Manor can hold up with as many slaves I am expecting. So, what did you need, pup?"

"I was bored."

"Ah. Then allow me to alleviate that. What do you know about those who steal slaves from Slavers on your planet?"

"The... victim has a right to challenge the thief to a Nicta Monfra, Death Match, if the thief is caught in the act. Why?"

"I was warned about a slave stealer."

"Are mine in danger?"

"It is a possibility. I was told to watch myself and to be vigilant. So, since our 'little' dragons are unique, we both need to watch out. Though if the thief does try anything, I was asked to kill them."

Maxwell whimpered and folded back his ears at this. He did not speak his mind, but Collector read it. Richard, who had been silent and leaning against the wall, stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"William may be of use for this subject and possibly even considered a champion if the law allows it."

"Go and find him for us... and thank you." Collector sighed knowing the Fox did not know why he was being thanked. "Max, you may end up getting mad at me during this trip. Just be patient with me."

"Why would I get mad at you?"

"I know other worlds have different policies over Slavers, which is one reason that I have stayed on Earth besides the fact I was born there."

"I thought your kind came from eggs."

"They do, I honestly do not know if I hatched or I was born given the fact that my father was not Innodiate. He... was my Master. I was his Second. So, I tend to fight among Slavers who are sexually abusive. I tend to attract their attention somehow."

"And you think we might come across some on Valhan?"

"I know I will. I already have restraining orders out on a few and I have not been a Master for than a year yet."

Maxwell cocked his head slightly as he looked at his teacher. "So you are... part human?"

Collector nodded. "A year after I was born or hatched, Earth legalized interracial marriages. I never knew my mother, I found out from your grandfather that she was sheltered on Valhan for her safety at the ranch we are going to. So I might just have siblings, but I doubt it. Innodiates being able to breed outside of their kind is rare; doing such with an off-worlder is even rarer. I guess that is why the Council has such interest in me. Your grandfather was like a father to my father."

"That is what my Grandfather told me about Gregory and him." Maxwell sighed.

"Why don't you go find the hatchlings and play? I am sure they would like to learn some of Valhanian games."

"The females tried to mate me and the males kept hitting me."

"Then why don't you practice shining the scales on your Anole."

"Will you join me?"

"I guess... I know I could use a good waxing. But I will wait for Will."

The door opened just as Collector closed his maw. Will and Richard came in and bowed to their Master.

"You called for me, Master?"

"Sit and be frank with me." Collector waved to the floor next to him. "I need to know about this Nicta Monfra and how I can easily win one."

"Power, sir, sheer power. It is a dominance match and the loser usually gains mortal wounds from it. Very few survive such acts and are rarely enacted."

"Can one choose a champion for it?"

"No. The victor chooses to leave their opponent alive becomes off world slave... such as I or kill them."

"Then I am glad I spar with Butch every week. I-" Collector glanced at the pup then drew a breath. "I have been charged to kill a slave thief by legal means.

"Then Nicta Monfra is the easiest."

Maxwell's ears stiffened but did not do anything otherwise.

"Wonderful. Come with us. You can give me a good shine while Maxwell waxes on of his lizards."

"As you wish."

Collector gave Will's head a pat before he stood and went to Richard. "Make sure the hatchlings are behaving then have your mate brought into our room, there is no reason you two need to be separated."

"Yes, Sir," Richard bowed then left the room.

"Tara, stay vigilant, I do not have a clue what the crew could do or Char'zi. I just want you to be safe."

The dragon rumbled as she stretched out on the floor. "Sure thing."

Will lead the way out of the room then they walked back to where the recreation center was located. Once there, they found Maxwell's Innodiates waiting for him loyally. The pup glanced up at his teacher; Collector just tapped his own nose with a claw. A closet was in the corner next to a hot tub, Collector went to it and was glad to see a scale care kit was there plus plenty of scale wax and quick polish. He tossed the kit to the elder Wolf.

Collector then went to the three young lizards and directed them to the hot tub. He stripped down right with them then got into the water. As the Innodiates soaked, the Valhanians used the picks and brushes to clean all four of them before they began to get out and lay down on benches. They spent the next four hours polishing the lizards into shining spectacles then broke away for lunch where the Captain greeted everyone.

The graying bear and his son looked like mirrored images of each other. Vortan shook Collector's claw and told him he estimated the trip to take forty-eight hours. The family ate quietly in the presence of the Councilman. The Cheetah did not say anything about eating with the slaves. In fact, his Second, a female Mouse, sat on his lap and casually ate an apple with a side of aged cheddar.

"I cannot stop myself any more, sir. What race is she? I have never seen one of her kind before." Collector asked as he caught himself staring at the rodent for the third time.

"She is a Yoasun from the planet Ioltan IV. Not very common in this part of the galaxy, this is why I chose her, besides the fact that she is very feisty."

"Especially in bed." She added with a smile.

"Hush, Niah." Char'zi tapped her snout then stabbed a piece of meat with a fork. "Not every Slaver is cruel, Collector, I am sure you see that with us. But know that we are on the low end of the scale, things will change eventually. Now I have had my bouts of temper and beaten a few innocent slaves, but I have always paid my dues to them."

Niah chuckled and ground her rump into her Master's lap.

"Honey, we will play in private, alright?"

"This ain't private enough? The crew has already left us."

The Slavers looked around and sure enough everyone had vanished back to their posts.

"How far have you taught your apprentice?"

"He knows how to tie properly."

"Then do either of you care if she..."

"Enjoy yourself."

Niah moaned with delight as she wormed her way off her Master's lap and unzipped his dress trousers. Collector smiled as she eagerly licked at the small sheathe that was hidden away.

"So it is true." Collector mused as the cat let his barbed shaft come out.

"That my kind lacks the size that other males have in the galaxy? Very true, though stamina is my kin's strong point. Thanks the powers that be that I was born for speed and length."

"Thank you for reminding me of something. Richard, will you go find Botan for me, please."

"Yes, sir."

The other two Slavers looked at him; all he could do was smile. "Tom. Heel."

The human gulped and rushed to his Master's side.

"Good, human. Now, sit."

The only sound after that command was the Mouse serving her Master until the bear came in huffing.

"You beckoned, Sir?" Botan said when he finally got his breath back.

"You did not have to run, I was just wondering if you could teach this young human the difference between a Valhanian and a Dulisdae."

"I do not think I understand the request fully."

"I thought you might enjoy a little bit of sexual release and use this human instead of your paw."

"I have a wife, Sir..." Botan bit his tongue as he tried not to sound aggravated.

"Do you have any others that might be willing? I sure do wish this human cub learns which dick belongs to which race."

Botan sighed, "I do in fact... my own son, and he is in the middle of puberty and could use it."

Before Collector could ask, Botan opened a panel to reveal a wire telephone and dialed a four digit number. He spoke in his native tongue to the other end. When he hung up, he seemed to be a tad angry. Char'zi moaned quietly which broke the bear's stupor.

"If you do not wish to have your son involved, just say so."

"No, no. It is not your request that irritates me; it was one of my crew members that caused my foul mood." Botan lied through his teeth and tried to act different.

A young bear came skidding through the door; he was dressed in average street clothes and had a smile plastered on his face.

"Tommy, Mister Manson asked for your help, listen to him carefully and behave yourself. I need to go tend to a problem in Engineering." Botan rubbed the smaller bear's head then walked off.

Collector stood and stepped closer to the bear. "I hear you in need of some help curving some... urges."

"I, um... do have some issues."

"Well we are here to help. Tom, come here."

The bear looked at him oddly until the Human came up and to the lizard.

"This is Tom; he needs to learn about your people, mostly males."

The bear listened and looked the Human over.

"I know you are just now coming to the age of maturity. This human is to be your play toy for a few hours."

"I don't know what you mean by that?"

Collector sighed then grabbed Tom's loincloth and took it away from him. "I want you to curve your urge to mate with him."

"Mate? You mean sex? With another male?"

"If you want. I cannot force you."

The lad licked his chops as he thought over the situation. "Do I have to take him to my room?"

"Only if you want."

The bear growled then turned his full attention to the human. He grabbed the human and pulled him to the closet chair. "Suck me."

Tom looked over his shoulder to the Iguana whom nodded, he gulped then knelt as he started to open the pubescent bear's tailored denim pants to gain access to the hidden goods.

Collector leaned down to the boy's ear, "Now you will learn why we do not have Dulisdae in the family. Have fun, Tommy, and use him until you cannot go anymore."

The bear did not need any more encouragement as he shoved the Human's face straight into the fuzzy groin. Collector grinned as he backed away to let them have fun. As he sat, Tara came up to him and laid her head in his lap and watched the fuzzy creature work the furless ape's mouth on the bone-stiffened, thin prick. Her tail tapped the floor methodically.

"Something on your mind, dear?" Collector asked as he began to stroke the heavy head.

"I can wait until we have a private moment."

Collector was about to say something but Char'zi interrupted with a pseudo cough.

"I do not know about the missing Interstellar Communications Console that may or may not have my identification logged into it. But I would look under your bed, should I happen to look for this rumored missing device."

Collector smiled. "Thank you for the non-warning. Richard, make sure everyone behaves and that this young male services his stud completely."

Tara rose as the Fox acknowledged his Master then watched as the Iguana stood and walked out of the hall.

Once they made it back to his room, Tara immediately went for the device under the bed and pulled it out. Collector opened the briefcase that hid the built in machine and let a chuckle escape as it was already programmed for Dratna Delta system as its source receiver while the target was the planet Dask, Däsdra region, Draca Pallaveria. The moment he hit the call button the other end opened to a video source. A Draskian stared at Collector with a muffled growl coming through the speaker.

"Dasda, ji Yui."

The figure turned to Tara. "Dasda, ji Dua. What is this... intrusion?"

"Many pardons, Sir. I am Slave Master Collector Manson; may I assume you are her father?"

"Yes, father." The male huffed, the red coloring of his scales matched Dianos but aged.

"I also have your son, Dianos, in my possession."

"Dianosidae Honidae? He belongs... to you?"

"Yes. I got him after his other Master was apprehended for illegal substances."

"Hac mon Drifna ootu." Tara interjected to help with the translation.

"Ah. He not... sick?"

"No. Very... virile."

This made the elder's eyes widen.

"Your daughter is also pregnant, with my young."

Wings flared in the background making Tara wince as though her father was about to roar at her. "How much?" He struggled for Standard words. "Nichi mo-at bu tötsu?"

Tara shrugged. "He wants to know how many. I was not told; you?"

"No, I was not." Collector frowned slightly then stretched. "I think I shall let you two talk for a bit. Just try to keep the tones down." He gave Tara a kiss on the cheek before rising and excusing himself.

He sat in a chair across the room and watched Tara as she began talking in earnest to her father in her native tongue. Every so often he caught a word that sounded like an English word but he thought better about asking and interrupting the one chance she had with her father. When she closed the case, Collector was dozing off. She came over and picked him up to carry him to bed, he muttered something about her not straining herself, but she just chuckled. She placed him on the bed and curled up around him making sure not to cover him up with her wings.

She let him sleep for roughly an hour before waking him with a slobbery lick. He jolted upright as he wiped his muzzle off to the sound of her laugh. When he opened his eyes, he found the tongue enclosing on him again. He gasped which allowed her room to shove her tongue into his mouth.

"Did you have a nice nap?"

"Until I was woken with a bath."

"You are welcome. We are still alone if you want to have some fun."

"You sure? You are pregnant."

"Not far enough to cause harm. I am not weighted down yet."

"Well then... since you are already above me..."

Tara growled lustfully and ground her neck on his lap as he lay back down. She used her tongue to pull both of his organs out the quickly repositioned herself over him. Her long body stretched up to lean on the wall, her head became wedged against the ceiling as she used her prehensile tail to direct his shafts to her vent. Just as they became hidden within her, the door opened behind her, she growled angrily.

"Forgive me, Master. I did not know you were occupied." It was Uki carrying sleep mats.

"It is fine Uki." Collector rubbed Tara's larger stomach enjoying the feeling of her large waxed scales. "Don't mind her, beautiful, she is already taken. You know this."

"It is her scent that bothers me."

"She might be going through her estrus cycle, which means Richard needs to work with her for a while."

"I am fine, Master, I have dealt with the urges before. I will use him when he is able."

"Just be careful around the males, Uki, we don't want a bloodbath."

"Understood."

Tara huffed then tried to ignore the other female as she began to lift herself up. As she came back down there was a knock on the door, she growled then rose from the bed and her mate then went to the door.

"Watch your temper, Tara, remember you are a slave."

She took a breath before opening the door. Niah stood on the other side wearing only her collar.

"Hi there, good looking, I am here to pick up the package before someone begins to miss it."

Tara let smoky exhale out then moved aside. Collector shifted and retracted his shafts before looking over the Mouse as she came in.

"Master told me you might like to look a little closer, but no touching. I am his." She smiled at the lizard as she came to the bed and bent over to give Collector a grand view. Especially as she flipped her tail to the side. She rose slowly then walked away with a seductive bounce.

Tara closed the door behind the female then sighed. "I think the mood is gone now."

"Maybe for you."

The door cracked open and bounced off of Tara's hide. This time she let out a loud growl before she realized it was Richard and her fellow bed mate. "Sure, why not, come on in. It seems the entire ship wants to invade what little privacy I have with him."

"Tara, what is your problem?"

"I want to be with my male!"

"Come over here and lay with me. I am sure everyone is done interrupting us now."

"The Councilman ordered us to disperse after Tommy had passed out on top of Tom. That Human won't be going anywhere anytime soon." Richard smirked as the image flashed through his memory again.

Tara sighed then climbed back onto the bed and laid down. He rubbed her scales as he looked over himself to watch his Second get his mate settled.

The rest of the day and the next went as norm, save a very moody pregnant Draskian. Collector barely had any alone time since she wanted to rip into any female that got near him. Dianos laughed and roughly explained that she was just making her claim known. As the breeding male, he had the unknown duty to 'hunt' for her. The elder sibling explained in detail on how their ancestors used to have harems and the males were basically tools. He also said that not much had changed on that part.

The next day was a little quieter since Uki decided to disappear while the dragon was in the Master's room. The clutch maker was accepted and seen as a nest warmer. Collector questioned Tara on this when he thought she was of sound mind. Of course this did not go too well. When they landed on Valhan, Collector told Dianos to help contain his sister. The male begged for a beating with only a slight joking tone to his voice before going to direct his sister into a cage for transport. The smaller slaves were put into a separate cage away from the large reptilian-like creatures.

Once everything was loaded up and ready to be shipped out, the convoy of two tractor-trailers and a limo set off into a Hoverway. Since Earth had not upgraded their civilian vehicles to nuclear hovercrafts, this was Collector's and most of the slaves' first time on a Hoverway. Luckily Collector did not get airsick easily.

The lead driver directed the convoy to the private lot and landed on a road just outside the property line and redirected power to a land based mobile drive. The transaction was almost seamless; if it were not for the loud creaking of the trailers Collector would not have noticed any change. The slower speed allowed an easier stop at the mansion.

Collector did not wait for the Valet to open the door for him. He got out and waited for the tractors to stop then went to the cages to ask how everyone handled the ride. Very few ended up being airsick; he would have to make sure they had bags on the return trip. A butler came out and greeted Roger and Karen. They laughed and directed the grey Hound to their employer.

"Many pardons, but we were not aware Master Manson had Innodiate relatives still alive."

"You might recognize the name Richard in his offspring listings. He secretly kept his wife here to protect her and their son from Earth laws."

"Perhaps."

Collector sighed. "Richard Henry Manson."

That brought a twinkle to the dog's eye. "Welcome home, Sir."

"Thank you. Who has been in charge as of late? I wish to meet with them; I knew nothing of this plot of land until the Guild Travel Agency mentioned it. My father did not keep many things from me." Collector turned to watch the trailer doors drop to let his slaves trickle out."

Maxwell joined him once he made sure that his slaves were safe. The Butler glanced at him momentarily before answering the Iguana.

"Up until the last two years, that would have been Mistress Izzlauna Manson. Right now Izzlinta Mansion is under the eye of Slaver Hosduaw. Selected personally by Master Gregory." The butler kept a solemn face even as Max growled.

"I heard of him. He does not care about slave or who they belong to, if they do something he does not like, he whips them nearly to death." Max clenched on paw while drawing his second closer to him.

"If he tries that with mine, he will be the one under the whip."

"Unlikely." A new voice bellowed from the door of the mansion. "I do as I please in my mansion."

"Is that so? The property and residence is in my name, not yours, sir." Collector looked up at the door to see a young German shepherd smirking at him.

The Shepherd came strutting down the steps and went straight to Collector's slaves and looked them over. "Pitiful bunch of laborers what do you have them do? Knit linens?" Hosdauw barked out a laughed then went for his whip.

Collector was faster as he snapped his and wrapped the taut leather around the mutt's arm. "Last warning, you touch any of my slaves you will be in a world of hurt."

Without a glance to the lizard, the dog pulled the whip free of his arm then took his whip. He struck Will across the muzzle with it and sprayed violet blood across the others.

"Will!" Collector shouted then charged the dog. Before the mutt could react, he was pinned by the throat on the ground gasping for air. "How do you like it, bitch?" He decked the dog and bloodied the wet nose. "How do you like senseless pain?" He dragged the dog up to his knees then gave the dog a roundhouse kick to the head dropping him. Once he made sure the mutt was not going to raise, he went to check on Will.

Will would end up losing a couple of teeth and have a nasty scar crossing his lips. Collector then turned to the unconscious mutt and tied him up with his own whip. He dug out an extranet communicator and called Char'zi.

"Sir, sorry for bothering you, but I have subdued a Slaver Hosdauw for attacking my slaves and assuming he inherited my property. Is there anything I can do about it?" Luckily the connection was a VidLink.

"Kill him and his living property is yours. Let him live and the slaves are put down. As for the supposed property theft, there has been no news about this within the Guild. He was signed as caretaker not owner. Your choice." Char'zi had to push his Second away from the view screen to see the Iguana.

"Mark him as deceased." The dead tone to Collector's voice made the cat go pale under his voice.

"Very well. We shall talk again soon, I'm sure."

Collector sighed as the link went dead then dug into his carryon bag and pulled out the very knife that he had used on his father. He did not blink as he rammed the blade into the mutt's heart. Violet blood poured out around the blade. Once he pulled it free, the mutt gasped instinctively then collapsed.

"Have the body burned and the ashes collected to be sent back to his blood relatives with the Guild Seal on the container." Collector eyed the butler whom now smiled.

"Yes, milord. It would be a great honor for the staff and the deceased's living property to know the tyrant has been dealt with by the true Master of the plantation."

"Thank you, and could you summon his Second for me."

"Yes, milord." The butler bowed then rushed off shouting orders to various staff that was unloading luggage.

Richard and Collector busied themselves cleaning up the blood and calming the younger slaves that had never seen such an act. Collector held a handkerchief against Will's muzzle and asked Maxwell to get his Patch Kit. The pup was quick on his pads as he already had the Bleed-stop spray bottle in paw and ready to spray his father's wound. During the time it took them to fix up Will, an undernourished Yoasun male came up and coward upon looking at the blood pool of his former Master. He knew what that meant for him.

"You called for me, Master?"

The Iguana looked away from the Wolf to look the slave over and grinned. He gave the now bloodied cloth to Maxwell and rose. "I did. I need you to tell your fellows that they no longer have to fear being beaten by that monster. Richard, the gray Fox, is my Second, I want you to report to him and give him a list of those who need medical care. I also want you to know that everyone that is healthy enough to be around will be dining with me and my apprentice. You prove to me that you are worthy of leadership and you might just find yourself being in control of this place or another piece of property under my name."

"Yes, Master, I shall do my best to do so."

"Good. Now, before you run off, I want you to know that I do not like to whip anyone. As long as they do their job, they do not have to worry. But if they cross me, well... they can expect life to be rough. You can ask my Otter male."

The Mouse swallowed hard before acknowledging this then waited for his new Master to say more.

"You are dismissed," Collector returned his attention to his Wolf. "I will check to see if there is a dentist nearby for you."

"Thank you, Sir." Will answered carefully.

"Maxwell, since you know the language here, will you help me?"

The pup nodded as he applied a little more of the spray onto the wound. As the Masters went inside, the two Seconds stayed to make sure everyone made it inside safely.

It did not take long for them to find a VidLink and a directory. Then they managed to find a dentist that would deal with slaves and made an appointment for that day. In fact it was in a few hours. Luckily Roger knew how to drive Hover vehicles. The garage of the mansion held several makes and models from various worlds, not all entirely legal to have in the air or on the roads, but the one that Collector liked was an Earth model a Terra Nova Turbo SEL. The vehicle could hold ten people comfortably, but this trek only held him, Maxwell, Will, and Roger. They took off to their appointment and then toured the city a little.

Luckily this was one of the few cities on Valhan and not a Pack driven society area. Maxwell noted that he had came to school here and learned his Standard from the interspecies' schooling facilities. Collector watched as several canine creatures threw their muzzles into the air when they passed an off-worlder. Apparently there was severe prejudice standards among the kin here. Will let a mournful sigh escape which broke Collector's thought.

"How I miss walking among them without feeling like a Beast of Burden." Will said quietly.

"You will get your chance eventually. Max, how far away is your home... Pack?"

"About an hour's walk away from the city. Why?"

"Let's visit after we get this fellow fixed up."

"With all due respect, Master, I cannot join your visit without being killed. Alpha's standards."

"That is alright, if they want to talk to you they can come to the car."

They soon arrived and was admitted. The visit was quick and Will came out with his teeth firmly set within his jaw again. Thankfully, the staff was extremely kind to Collector especially when they found out he was a Brenson mentor. Will thanked the staff as best as he could with gauze in his mouth. They then went to Maxwell's Pack and met with the Alpha. Maxwell insisted they announced themselves to him first.

Maxwell knocked on the hut and gave a little bark-like noise. One like his responded then after a minute the makeshift door opened and a near white Wolf gasped.

"Maxie?" The Elder asked.

"Hi, Grand Uncle."

"Grand Uncle?" Collector asked under his breath.

"Who's the off-worlder?"

"I am Collector Manson, Guild Slaver and mentor to Maxwell. I feel that I must let you know that I am the Master of William."

"As long as you keep it contained and silent, I will not bother with it."

Collector sighed, "Very well. Though I may not be able to hide him if you accept my offer to have the Pack dine at the Izzlinta Mansion tonight. In honor of my apprentice's acceptance into the Guild of Slavers and the purchasing of his own slaves."

Maxwell whimpered and tucked his tail between his legs as he tried to act nonchalant about the subject. It was a touchy subject, the Guild, and not readily accepted in the Packs.

"In honor of my younger brother's son's son , I will accept your offer, but do note that I will refuse to acknowledge my... removed nephew."

"I will make sure that he will not bother you despite the fact that his son is alive and healthy."

The Alpha ground his jaw at that but kept the growl he wanted to put out at bay. "I am sure Maxwell has enjoyed beating the mutt."

"I have--" Maxwell growled as Collector stopped him with a raised claw.

"I am not one to casually beat a slave. Therefore I refuse to teach him that kind of behavior. No wonder Octavius moved to Earth if others can only see violence around them. I do hope you accept my ways and teachings so that we do not come to verbal or physical confrontations."

"Like an off-worlder could take on an Alpha!"

"Is that a challenge, Sir?" Collector grinned and flexed slightly.

"Why not. I could use the warm-up."

The Alpha directed the two Slavers to a dirt ring then removed his shirt and pants to reveal his very trim form. Collector stripped as well and passed his clothes off to Maxwell. He smiled as the Wolf stood over a stone line and directed the lizard to the other.

"No killing, death blows are to be announced as you strike. Other than that, I hope you don't give in too quickly."

Collector nodded then readied himself for the male to charge. The Alpha did as he expected. He flipped as the Wolf got within range of his tail and laid him down on his back. Collector then spun and pressed his claws against the Wolf's throat.

"I was virtually raised by a back alley Valhanian fighter. So think about this: You move, you are dead. Your aorta is right under my claws."

The Wolf closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Gountha... I concede to your strength."

"I have one demand of you." The Wolf looked up at the nude lizard. "Talk to your nephew peacefully and tell him why he was truly banished into slavery."

The Alpha growled which made Collector press his claws into the flesh and drew a little bit of blood. "Fine. I accept."

"Thank you."

Collector took his clothes from the pup and dressed. He watched as the Wolf dressed then made his way to the car and looked through the open window. When the Elder left, the sound of crying came from the vehicle. The Wolf looked at the lizard as he approached his hut and snorted.

"Come this evening. I will make sure my slaves prepare local food for you."

Again the Wolf snorted. "Fine. Just do not expect me to bow to you."

"I think I am missing something here."

"You defeated me. Nothing more. I accept your strength, but I do not respect you."

"I can understand that. There is more than brute strength to gain one's respect."

The Wolf said nothing as he went inside. Maxwell let out a whimpering sigh.

"My sisters live close by." He moved on. "Please try not to attract any more trouble. I rather not end up like my father."

"Very well. If I do something I am not supposed to do, let me know."

"Gladly."

Maxwell took him to a building that looked like an actual home. He knocked on the door then looked over himself to see if he was presentable. When the door opened a squeal sounded and arms wrapped around his neck.

"Hello to you, too, Marcie." Max huffed.

"How have you been, brother?"

"Worried that my teacher might do something to get me banished."

"I cannot be that bad, pup." Collector chuckled the rubbed Maxwell's head.

"Oh, and this sexy chew toy must be your teacher."

Collector blushed under his scales. "Y-yes, I am Collector Manson. Master of Izzlinta Mansion. I think Maxwell also has something else to share with you and your siblings."

"We only have one other sister."

"Ah. My apologies."

"Watch your tail, the Pack pups are starting to teethe."

"Wonderful. I just love youngsters." Collector smiled and followed the pups inside to a room filled with toddlers in diapers.

Collector was the immediate attention getter with the pups and was tackled. He chuckled as they sniffed and licked him. He did not notice a strong gasp to the side of the room until Maxwell asked him permission to go outside.

"You have been declared an adult. Why would I have a say in what you do?"

"You are my Alpha, that is why."

Collector sat up and gently nudged the toddlers away. "I see. As long as there is someone watching these youngsters. I do not think it would be wise to leave me here even for a moment alone."

"You... you are correct."

"Lucy, is Cac'ma home?"

"Of course. She is the Wet Bitch."

Max nodded then looked at his teacher. "We must leave the house. Adult Males are not permitted near a Wet Bitch. This is why she has not been seen. She locked herself in her room."

"Odd, but understandable. Let's go so they may call her out."

The males waited outside while the sisters told their own mentor. When they came out, Maxwell inhaled deeply and shivered. His fur puffed out and his pupils dilated. His sisters nodded as they turned him around and nudged him on.

"Your cousin must be in her cycle, correct?"

"Sweet nectar..." Max mustered.

"She is, this is why she is the Wet Bitch. She produces the milk for the nursing while the proper mothers recover from the birthing or returning to their daily duties."

"I see. Well, shall we? Your... Alpha should not care about a quick look at my vehicle."

As the girls followed Max to the car, they looked at each other briefly before Marcie asked a quick question. "Is that a Human?"

"Yes. His name is Roger, he is my Caretaker for my slaves."

"Is he friendly?"

"Most days. He is no animal, go greet him." Collector smiled at the young females as they wagged their tails and rushed ahead of their brother to meet the rare creature on their planet.

Once they got to feel the furless being, they made their way to the backdoor and met their father. They fell quiet as they saw the collar on his neck. They looked at Max whom nodded then opened the door for them. Will's cheeks were wet from tears from his uncle's words.

"Will, are you holding well?"

"Y-yes, Master." Will answered the lizard without looking at anyone.

"Will?"

"Master?" Will still did not look up from whatever he was staring at.

"Will..."

Finally he looked at the lizard and saw the two females between them.

"Meet your daughters."

Will sniffed then looked at the girls. "You two better get your looks in before Arflanx catches you over here."

"Will he harm them?" Collector asked cautiously.

"Females are not equals, they must obey or die. At... least within the Packs."

"What if they wish to leave the Pack?"

"Blood. There must be blood. Either a... a fight for dominance or a Nicta Monfra over them."

"If it-"

"Hict! Mon gundral balis!" The Elder howled as he rushed out from his hut making the females cower and shrink away.

Collector turned as the Wolf approached with froth around the edges of his mouth. "Silence your baying, Wolf, I am just allowing Maxwell's sisters see my vehicle as they requested along with my Caretaker as they have not met a Human before."

"They are my females." Arflanx tried to shove his way passed Collector but was stopped by a heavy, scaled grip.

"That may be, but blood listens to blood. Maxwell was asked by his sisters to see the vehicle. Not my slave."

The Wolf snarled then snapped at the lizard. Collector lost his grip as he dodged the sharp teeth. He did not have the chance to guard himself from a fist to the jaw. The Iguana stumbled back a couple steps then spat a globule of near black blood into the dirt. He hissed as he clenched his fists and readied himself for another attack. The Wolf swung high, Collector dove low and shoved a right hook into the stomach of his attacker. Canine types from the Pack began to spill out of their homes to gander at the fuss. They all saw Max standing protectively in front of his sisters while the off-worlder fought their Alpha. The Pack was silent as the Wolf regained his posture.

"You said it yourself: You respect my strength. Let them look at an inanimate object!"

"You shall not have my bitches!"

Collector was about to take another swing when a dark brown fist slammed into the throat of the Elder.

"They are Brensons. They will never be your bitches. Never. Especially as long as I live." Maxwell growled at the taller Wolf.

The Alpha said nothing as he slammed his open paw into Maxwell's snout and sent him to the ground unconscious. A growl from the car caught the Wolf's attention, especially when Will stepped out with his collar in paw.

"With my blessing." Collector took the collar and stepped to the side.

Will did not hesitate and went straight for his target's throat. Claws scratched and ripped flesh on either side, but the teeth did not budge. Very soon the white fur turned violet and the arms dropped down. Will dropped the body, panting, then rushed to Max. Max had a little bit of blood dripping from his snout, but he was coming to. The males of the Pack drew closer to inspect their dead Alpha then looked at each other.

"Will? Translate."

The Wolf nodded as he rose to his Master's command.

"He protected a Slaver as is his training. You must do as you see fit amongst yourselves."

The males looked at Maxwell then to Will before kneeling to them. Will gasped and took a step back as he tried to tell them he could not accept the Alpha position.

"You can't..." Max spat and blew out a blood clot.

The males looked to Max as he stood.

"I am the next in line. It was determined before I left. Striking me was a death sentence anyway. The Council of Alphas would have had his throat. You saved them the energy." Max then proceeded to talk to the males who then rose.

He mentioned a name and that male came forward. Max then named this middle-aged Wolf his temporary replacement as he continued his lessons. Once that was done, he turned to his father and hugged him.

"Thank you. The Pack will come to the Mansion for evening meal. I think I will contact the Council and see what I can do to... end the Nicta Monfra sentence."

"It will not be as simple as you think. You also have to convince the Guild Councilors to end his permanent enslavement." Collector rubbed his jaw where he took the initial hit then rubbed the gum line.

"I will do what I can to have my father back."

"You already do... just under my name. Now... Alpha. What will you do with your females?"

This caught Maxwell's tongue in a knot. He looked back to the frightened girls then he approached them. He silently pulled them into a hug then pushed them to Will. "How about we kidnap them for the day, eh?"

Collector nodded then looked to the Pack. Maxwell addressed the males once more making sure that everyone was coming and that his sisters were joining him for the rest of the day. The males stood then backed away before turning and returning to their mates.

"Get in." Maxwell smiled at his sisters and nudged Will to the open door.

"As you declare, Alpha." Marcie winked and went for the door.

Will then followed the girls then it was Max. Collector huffed then took the passenger seat.

"So much death in just one short time." The lizard muttered quietly.

"I think it is the way of this planet." Roger answered trying not to glance at the body.

"I hope not."

Roger drove off and took the straightest route possible without breaking the Airspace Laws. The onboard NavSystem kept him on the proper paths. When they landed, Maxwell quickly helped his sisters out and inside. Richard, the Yoasun, and the young Wolf female greeted their Masters. Collector huffed as he entered the building and the short creature pushed himself in front of Richard and knelt to kiss the lizard's feet.

"Don't do that again." Collector said as the Mouse rose and stared at the floor.

"Forgive me, Master."

"You did nothing wrong against me. You have just come under my care, so I expect your behavior to be different from what I expect."

"Do you wish for me to ready the whip?"

Richard growled but silenced when his Master rose his claw. "No, but when I find out where I am bedding, I want you there."

"As you demand."

"You better clean yourself now." The Mouse squeaked at the order then ran off. "Maxwell, you enjoy yourself, but don't get into trouble. You are a Guild Master, I rather not see you gain any marks on your record before you leave my mentoring."

"What could happen here?"

"Incest is not a very good thing to have on any record."

"Gross! Why would I do that with my sisters. Besides, I am sure they already have their suitors lined up. Especially now that I am Alpha."

"I saw how you reacted to that one female's scent and it was just on your sisters."

"I have my own female to help me."

"Just... be careful." Collector sighed as the Alpha turned and took his sisters in arm and walked away.

He turned to Richard, the Fox guided him to his room where his dragon waited for him anxiously. On the way, Richard reported in the numbers of the new additions. Another 75 heads mostly 'prey' origins their old Master sure loved to hunt. They were relieved to hear that they would not be killed on a whim. As he entered the Master's suite, Collector's jaw dropped on at the sight of the amount of dust on everything, and the large painting of Gregory and Izzlauna facing the king size bed though next to the head of the bed on a simple nightstand sat a single picture frame. He went straight for that and saw the same couple holding an infant together with a smile. He did not hear the butler come into the room until he cleared his throat.

"Sir, your... slaves have invaded the kitchen and insisted on cooking."

"Good. We have a decent amount of guests coming. My apprentice is now an Alpha and his... Pack will be joining us tonight for the meal. At the very least, the staff should be grateful of this especially when they find that I eat what my slaves eat. They may be slaves... but they are family."

"Very well, Sir. Shall I have the maid clean the room?"

"Yes, I am sure that would be helpful to my room attendees."

"Very well."

"Tell me something: Did you know my mother? Personally?"

"Indeed, Sir."

"What can you tell me of her?"

"She was very kind and gentle. Beautiful could not describe her properly. Though she always remained at the estate, she loved this planet. Especially the fauna. Innodia has very little areas she loved like the estate. Her voice was divine. We loved her singing."

"I bet it has been rather dismal around here."

"Yes, then came Housdow... then things became... rancid."

"I bet everyone is glad that he is gone. I do hope that I will be... quieter."

At this moment, the Mouse attempted to sneak in but Collector saw him.

"I will talk again with you. I would love to learn more about her."

"Hmm. Very well." The butler left after bowing.

"Master, I have came as you demanded and I have cleaned myself as requested."

"Come here. Now remove the cloth."

After the cloth was dropped, Collector stood and inspected the Yaosun properly. The male was still intact, and relatively large testes hanging in a finely furred scrotum. The tiny sheath held the tool the lizard wanted most. He grinned as he ran a gentle claw over the sensitive flesh then moved behind the Mouse. He stroked the naked tail as he searched for scars. He did not see any under the short fur.

"Wonderful, you have been well kept. How long were you the dog's Second?"

"Five winters."

"Well, then you should know how to survive well enough not to get the wrath of your superiors. You may dress. I want you to keep clean, I might... examine you closer."

The Mouse drew a deep breath then dressed.

"Have you bred?"

"I was not allowed."

"That will change. My Tenders will look over the others to make sure they are healthy and still able to do chores." Collector came back to the slave's front. "I expect Richard to give you plenty to do and I expect you to get every task done. Do not disappoint me. Dismissed."

The Mouse bowed then scurried away. Once the room was left to the other three, Richard could be heard chuckling.

"You enjoyed that." The Fox smiled as he made his way to the bed finally and sat down by Tara's relaxed form.

"A bit. Keep that one on edge. I saw how he tried to avoid looking at you. He fears your kind, use it to your advantage... and mine. I need to do a little bit off research and find out what he can breed with. If he can plausibly breed with a Valhanian, well..."

"Understood. I will talk to Uki and see if she would... volunteer for that task."

"Please do, that might just be fun to watch him struggle to perform. If she will do this for us, I wish to speak with her before we torment that rodent. I have not had the chance to act like a predator for a while... might be a good time to get in some practice."

"Shall I call up Butch?"

"Only if he is not helping in the kitchen."

Richard nodded then left. Collector went to the bed and flopped down next to Tara.

"So that is my mother. I wish that I could have known her."

"I do not envy you, quite honestly. I knew both of my parents growing up. I am just glad that the war happened before I was given to some male to 'keep the peace.'"

"Is that not what happened?"

Tara hesitated, "I guess so, huh."

"Yup. Feeling up to a bit of fun?"

"As long as you lock that door."

"My answer to that is: No."

"Fine." Tara got up and went to the door. As she started to close the door, Butch slid in. "Here for a show?" She growled.

"I came to answer our Master's call."

"Ah, Butch, come join us on the bed. I am sure Tara could use some practice."

The Draskin snorted as Butch did as commanded followed by the female. Before he climbed up beside his Master, he removed what little clothing he had on.

Tara sniffed the Wolf's groin then looked up at her mate. "Is this an order?"

"Like I said, practice. Butch is rather... difficult to get off, only certain tongue work can milk him dry."

"There has been only two to do it for me. He is one." Butch added with a smile.

Tara growled and wedged her way between them. She quickly gave up the idea of riding her mate while following his orders as the Wolf refused to turn to a better position. As she licked at the furred sac, a hefty moan came from the Wolf. When she forced her tongue into the tight flexible sheath, the Wolf yelped and gave a light thrust into her snout. He had not expected this kind of intrusion, the extra heat and moisture quickly gathered and made his knot fill in. He began to pant and arched his back as he came within his sheath, the fact he had not been allowed a proper erection pained him but it was worth the squeezing of the dragon's tongue.

"Number three. Damn..."

"Do you like his flavor?"

Tara pulled her tongue free of the fleshy tomb and swallowed. "Not as well as yours. Too much copper."

"An acquired taste, I guess. I love it, but I also envy their knots."

"There is one thing I envy... Sir..."

"What?"

"Fur. So warm to nuzzle and sleep on."

"Well, I know how that can be fulfilled."

"No, please." Butch shuddered. "I don't want to be shaved."

"Each one will get it when we get home. Or perhaps before... depends on you, my dear." Collector grinned at Tara as she revealed her sharp carnivorous teeth at the Wolf."

"Today?"

"I will see what I can do. I do hope we have some canvas bags for all the fur for you. Though it make take some time to have it woven into a blanket. It might be better if we go and buy a faux fur blanket."

"I want the real thing." Tara leaned over Butch to make her breath push through the fine fur on his chest.

"Of course. Butch, I want to say something before I forget again. I am in need of predatory practice once more."

"When, Sir?"

"After the meal when our guests leave? If there is time in the day."

"Sounds good to me."

Everything went quietly until that evening when the Pack arrived and then some surprise guests. Char'zi and Niah came up behind a set of regal looking Wolves. Maxwell immediately came up and greeted these Wolves instead of ushering his Pack in. Collector followed the pup.

"Welcome, Alphas. I ask that this remains a peaceful visit for this is not the domain of the Pack." Maxwell crossed his left arm over his chest and looked up at the taller males.

The foremost male nodded and returned the gesture. "Acknu dus maant lem doonu."

Max leaned back and translated. "The Council of Alphas asks for your permission to enter your territory."

"Of course. You are welcome to enter." Collector stepped aside and gestured to the door.

The males went inside, Collector caught the strong musk rolling from their muscular forms. He bit his tongue as he tried to fight back the urge to ask them for a romp in the bedroom. He shook the arousal away then followed them inside. He heard Maxwell speak the proper tongue to them as they asked him things. The way the pup's tail and ears dropped and folded told Collector that he did not like what the elders were saying. He did not even try to interrupt. He doubted that the Alphas could speak Standard. Instead he found his little fox staring at the various canines that the Alphas represented.

"What is wrong, Richard?" Collector asked quietly.

"I do not know. I just have this urge to... submit to them. It is as though I do not belong in their presence."

"Do not do anything that will embarrass either of us. Do your job and only that."

"Yes... my Master."

"Richard, to help keep you out of trouble, fetch me Will and Butch."

"As you wish."

Richard walked away in a hazy mindset. Collector huffed before returning his attention to the canines that were talking in turns around the pup. Maxwell stared at the strongest looking one silently. When Max finally did say something, the room had gone almost silent as the natives were listening. The Omegas knelt as he spoke and bowed their heads while the few females closer to Max's age bored preverbal holes into him with their hungry stares.

Collector looked around the rather roomy foyer and found that Butch and Will joined the Omegas in bow. He stayed quiet as one, a near black furred shepherd, let out a grunt-like 'woof' and all of the subordinate males rose. The Alphas, Maxwell included, quickly came over to the lizard and stared at him; Max spoke for them.

"I have been chosen to be part of the High Council once I am of a proper age. Until then, they deem you as my protector. Will you accept this responsibility?" Max's ears were still drawn back as though he feared saying the wrong thing.

"Max, I already promised your grandfather that I would. I accept the same once more."

The pup offered his paw, Collector accepted the paw and shook it. It was then that Butch and Will approached the two Slavers and submitted themselves in front of the Alphas. Will spoke softly, Maxwell translated for his teacher.

"We are mere Mutts seeking forgiveness and life in the viewing of the Alphas." When the Alpha leader growled Max spoke up. "Dathra, oon daka moas shi."

The elders looked at Max then at Will, they pushed him and Butch aside then excused themselves before leaving.

Will let a whimper out as they left. "Why did you call me Father in front of them?"

"Despite what the Pack decided, you are still my father... and a slave. See to your Master... I... have things to study."

After Maxwell walked away slowly, Collector looked down at the semi-cowering Wolf. "If I had to guess, he told you to back away."

"Ordered."

"Then he is starting to learn that being a Master can be tough. Is the meal coming along well enough?" The lizard changed subjects to help lighten the tension some.

"Yes, sir. It should be ready within the hour. I... made sure that your dish is prepared the way you like instead of how the Valhanians like it."

"As long as I do not offend anyone."

Will nodded silently. "Shall I return to my duties?"

"Yes. Butch, walk with me a bit."

The hour was up, the meal was called and the ballroom was set and filled with the guests. Max, his sisters, and Collector sat on a dais as the host should. Max welcomed his Pack and Collector toasted their new Alpha. The few males that understood Standard howled and rose their glasses. Then the Pack waited for their host to take his bite then their Alpha, after that everything became hushed as everyone ate.

"Forgive me, Sir, but I asked a few of your Prey slaves to entertain us." Max said in a hushed tone as various slaves entered in outfits that resembled belly dancer gowns from Earth.

"I'm not even going to ask."

"It is a tradition that the host has entertainment for their guests. I had it arranged for you."

Collector shook his head and watched the slaves dance in front of lust filled eyes. He most favorite dancer of the night had to be Mitch dancing in only a G-string. His tail moved fluidly matching his hips perfectly. Collector felt flushed when the Otter came up to give his Master a lap dance in front of everyone. The room was filled with the panting breaths of the males rather quickly. Max dismissed the slaves before one of them got raped... or worse.

The kitchen crew came in after that and cleaned the empty platters leaving Maxwell to direct the males outside while the females did whatever the staff had planned for them. Collector soon found out just how segregated the sexes were when one of the daughters of the elder males came up to her father to give him a scarf. She was backhanded and sent away. Collector went up to that male and promptly warned him against anymore of such acts in his presence.

A few Wolves growled at his warning, but a word from their young Alpha silence the aggression. Max then made sure the males were properly entertained with a few of the planets prey beasts being wheeled in on a caged cart.

"This came from my Uncle's personal stock. You may want to find a place to sit and watch. The Hunt is about to begin." Max's smile had a feral look behind it. Almost as if he lusted for the blood.

"I think I shall join. It has been a while since I had this kind of fun. What do I need to do besides survive?"

"Track, kill, relish." A male older than Max stated. "Run fast, no?"

This brought a smile to the lizard's snout. He took off his shirt and tossed it down then flexed. "Fast... yes!" He popped his knuckles and checked his claws. "Whenever you are ready, Maxwell."

Collector flicked his tongue catching the scents of the creatures fully off the air then dropped to all fours. A few of the Wolves looking for the challenge did the same. While others sat back to cheer on the hunting party. Max joined the line then gave a howl. The cages were opened and the animals fled. Max was off the line first picking his prey quickly. Collector rushed by him, tail whipping and limbs cycling he locked onto the same creature Max had chosen and was soon upon it. He used his tail as leverage to launch himself into the air and at the creature. It dodged him, but he did manage to rip flesh off its hind leg. The creature had five good limbs left, but it mattered not for he had its scent.

His mind vaguely registered the encouraging howls of the Wolves as he charged off once more with a hiss. He caught up to the beast once more, cornered between a spiny bush and larger trees that it could not squeeze through. The beast let out a horrific scream, he responded with a hiss and a lunge. His jaws latched onto the short muzzle and clenched down to render its breathing null. The creature's eyes went wide as it tried to fight him off. Time seemed to slow as the creature suffocated. He pulled away then dragged the lifeless body back to the Wolves who cheered for him.

Two Wolves came back empty-handed while the others carried their kills proudly, one of them was Maxwell whom had trouble dragging his kill back to the Pack. They measured the kills by weight, Collector had the biggest kill. He grinned as he still tried to regain his breath. The Wolves were impressed by his speed and clean kill.

"That, Max, is how a hunter works. I guess I still remember the lessons Butch taught me."

"Show off."

"I know I am." Collector drew a deep breath then pulled out his dagger from his dress shirt before putting that back on. He went to his kill and cut off one of its smaller forelimbs then placed it against the body to drain of fluids. "A token to remember this. How shall we prep the kills for the Pack?"

"Had we not eaten, we would feast now. But I am sure they would welcome the meat. How do you want yours?"

"If the Pack does not want it, have it fixed up for the slaves. They deserve some good meat. Especially your father."

Max was speechless, he nodded then went to talk to the males giving his teacher the occasional glance. The males huffed at this notation but they gave their Alpha the kills to give to the slaves. Max thanked them then turned to the lizard. He did not need to say a word as Collector got the gist of it and nodded.

"I will call for Dianos to carry everything in for prepping."

"I... need to study." Max said with a grin and a twinkle in his eye.

"Have fun."

Max growled as he wagged his tail. Collector knew just what the pup was going to 'study' from the slight bounce in his step. Collector followed the pup to the door and gave a hearty shout for the dragon he wanted. The male came bounding off the second story balcony and glided down to the ground to greet his Master. The Wolves eyed the waxed hide of the flyer with an almost lustful glare that the lizard felt on his back before he even turned around.

"The carcasses need to be taken inside and given to the cooks to prep for the family; the biggest goes to your sister. If Richard interferes, send him my way."

"Yes... Master." Dianos eyed the Wolves carefully and adjusted his reply to fit the proper crowd.

Later on that evening, Collector, with the help of Will, was talking to the elders about the diversity of Earth and her peoples. A few seemed to be rather intrigued over the fact that the highly acclaimed Gregory Manson had a bastard son and allowed him to become the heir to his own little dynasty. He came to find that many of them knew his parents personally and was glad that he was raised as best as he could by his father. Even though by Valhan laws, the Mansons were proper mates but not according to Earth at the time and so little Richard Manson had to become a slave to be raised properly under Valhan's respective laws.

He learned more that he could have ever hoped from the Pack. Even the females had told him about his late estranged mother. By the time the Pack left for home, Collector was close to tears from all the stories that they had given him. Will comforted him as best as he could after the door closed, but even he understood the problem that troubled his Master that well.

"I will be fine, my brave hound. The image I had of my father has been completely rewritten. I just need some alone time."

"Do I need to worry about you, sir?"

"No. I think I just will find the bath and soak and think in solitude before Butch finds me."

Collector did just that, he climbed into the spa-like basin that could house three persons comfortably and relaxed in the hot water. He stared at the wall decorations in front of him for the longest of times until a knock made him jump. With a sigh, he acknowledged them and waited. Butch entered silently wearing only his collar. The lizard smiled and gestured to the water of which the Wolf joined him. Butch slid up into Collector's personal space and embraced him.

"Will told me. I figured an old friend would help besides our arrangement."

"I could use some... certain benefits that our friendship holds."

Butch licked his Master's cheek then prodded the Iguana's tail to get him to move. "How?"

"Hard." That was all Collector needed to say as he leaned over the edge of the basin and flagged his tail.

The Wolf grinned and took no time to position himself over his Master and began to pound him like a feral beast. Collector moaned as his vent stretched around the shaft and knot especially as his arousal was prevented from exploding out due to the blockage. When Butch grunted and fully knotted his Master, Collector quickly filled his vent with his own semen adding to the warmth he enjoyed. Collector reached behind him to pull the Wolf's head to a position where he could kiss him. They both moaned as this made the knot be pulled. Butch rubbed his Master's chest then just stayed leaning over him once the lizard broke the muzzle lock.

"God, I love your size. I just wish you did not have to shrink back down."

"But if it does not, I lose my sensitivity. Then where would we be?"

"I don't know about losing sensitivity; blood flow, yes."

"I am not trained to be a medical professional."

"Nor am I." Collector moaned as the knot was tugged a little. "Think you can reach the plug?"

Butch smiled as he covered the said obstacle with his foot. "Not well enough."

"Right." Collector chuckled a bit. "Guess we just have to enjoy this warmth longer and hope it does not bring another romp upon us."

"I don't know, I think this would be a wonderful reminder lesson."

"Oh? Would that lesson be: 'How to dominate properly?'"

"More like: How to make a male moan like a bitch in heat." Butch chuckled then tugged once more popping free of his Master. "So?"

"You spent me dry within myself. But since we still have water--"

"I don't need to hear the order. I'm getting the rag." Butch interrupted with a smile and a wagging digit.

Collector gently smacked the rump as it passed by getting a playful growl in return. "So have you dealt with any of the new members?"

"They are genuinely afraid of all Valhanians even of our own 'prey' kin."

"This I have not heard of."

"Richard's kin. They may be predators themselves, but we Wolves see them as pests. Our instincts were beaten out of us so you do not have to worry about me or my fellows turning on Richard."

"I am glad. But it does seem I that am going to have to study more about the culture."

"You might find it a bit... religious."

"Still, it would not hurt knowing about my own apprentice's culture and such. Though it does explain why Richard wanted to submit to the Council of Alphas."

Butch slid back into the water and soaked the rag as he looked at his Master with a worried look. "You did not allow him to be near them, right?"

"Right. Being with the Pack is bad enough, in my opinion. I know he has enough trouble with you and the others, I guess there is too much testosterone in the air for him."

"Not quite, it's a more... feral thing." Butch pressed the cloth into his Master's vent and began to clean the semen within."

"Can you explain this a little better?"

"Not... really. I got it from Will."

"Then we should pin him down."

"Might be a bit easier to go to the Archives at Golanch City. I think that's the place."

"Field trip, then."

"First, we better get you representable."

"If we must."

"Feeling stubborn are we? Either way, it will have to wait until the morning. If I remember, Will mentioned that it is a fourteen hour night here. I do not know how us Earthborn will be able to handle it."

"We'll manage. We all have handled much worse."

"Indeed. Indeed." Butch huffed as he pulled his Master's shafts out into the water to clean them quicker.

Collector moaned as he was worked over. "If you're not careful, you'll have another mess."

"Oh, bother." The Wolf grinned and tugged one lightly. "So, I heard you did rather well showing off during the traditional hunt. Out running the Wolves and then putting them to shame by taking the biggest kill. Who knew my training efforts worked so well."

"Indeed. But it was what I needed to remember everything; we do not have any open females within the Wolves, do we?"

"No, nor any within the other Valhanians."

"Shame. Then I must stick with Richard's plan to torment that rodent. I do hope Uki agrees to help us."

"Do I even want to know?" Butch pushed his Master's shafts back within their vent then slung the rag over the edge of the tub.

"He fears Richard earnestly, so we figured we would give us an edge and force the Mouse to breed with a predator he fears."

"Dangerous fun. I like it. Sadly enough, though, I best go back to my own Pack and make sure the family is safe."

"If anything seems amiss, get me immediately. I have a task after all."

Butch got up and dried before returning to his duties. Even on vacation, he has to work. He did not wait for his Master to get out before leaving the room. Collector took his time drying off, he took the time to rub lotion into each crevasse to help the shine he built. A knock on the door reminded him of the outside world, with a sigh, he answered.

"Yes?"

"Master Manson, your bed has been heated shall I assist you for nightly retirement?"

"No, thank you. I do not plan to dress for bed, though I do require assistance if you have a few moments." Collector looked at the little tub of lotion and sighed, he hoped he could acquire more on this planet.

The butler entered and averted his eyes when he saw his master Lord in the bare scale.

"Please, everything is internal. Besides, you cannot properly apply the lotion to my back if you cannot see it." The Iguana chuckled and held out the tub and rag.

The butler nodded then assumed his duty and took the two items then proceeded to rub the lotion in. It did not take long to finish up. Collector thanked the male then dismissed him.

As he moved on to his room, he noticed a few of his slaves were still up and about beyond the Wolves. They smiled at him, he took the opportunity to speak with them. It was Vector and his mate, they pulled him in between them and wrapped an arm around him.

"How are the newest ones?" Collector asked knowing these two would gladly speak their minds.

"Scared shitless. They do not know whether or not to hide from everyone. I couldn't help but laugh as a cousin tried to slither his way under a cabinet. Took me nearly five minutes to coax the shell brain out." Vector chuckled.

"Poor lad, at least they will be able to meet me in the morning. Speaking of which, I want you two to help Richard for a couple days until they get used to us. The pup is going to have his claws full as is."

"As you wish... Master."

Collector poked the color-shifter in the ribs then broke away from them as they approached his room. "You two have a good night."

"You too, boss."

Inside the room, Collector smiled seeing his bedmate asleep with Tara on the floor. He approached quietly to kiss the dragoness on the brow then climbed into the large bed. He settled in quickly and found the bed warmer with his tail, he removed it and sat it on a raised platform on the floor that held the ember heated device.

Morning came, at least the morning he was used to, and found himself in total darkness. He grumbled then rolled to the floor. His clawed toes slipped into a pair of slippers that fitted to him. His groggy mind did not register this until he rose and found a matching robe hanging next to the bed. The maroon fabric clashed with his scales, but it still fit rather well. His females woke soon after and was moving to follow his actions of waking. Collector went to the dresser and dug out clothes for the day and dressed. His Iguana female grabbed a pair of sweatpants from the drawer and slipped them on gaining a questionable look from her Master.

"The staff asked us to wear at least pants. I guess they prefer to cover their fur on this planet."

"Explains the butler's behavior last night when he put lotion on my back. Alright, continue to satisfy them. What of you, Tara?"

"None spoke to me, I think the Wolves see me as a predator of worthiness."

"Most likely it is because you are a quadruped. If you do not wish to be left out, I could find a tailor for you."

"Mm, fur. Can we torture Butch? Hmm?"

"You just want to see him shiver and whimper like a newborn, don't you?"

"Maybe..." Tara smiled as she stretched her wings.

"Well, we just might see if there is a groomer then. Let's go see if we cannot find our little guide and get his help, but I will look for a shop that sells pelts first."

"Ah, do you have to?"

"Yes. If we can avoid having our Valhanians walking furless, we need to do it."

Tara sighed and her dropped her wings to the floor. "As you command."

Collector went to stroke the pouting dragon on her head. "I thought you would be used to that by now."

"I can hope, can't I?"

"Technically... no, you cannot, but I allow it. When we get home, the weather will be warmer and the mutts will need a shave. Now, are you done moping? I want to watch the sunrise after my little search."

Collector asked the two slaves to wait for him as he went on the search. Tara growled at him but listened, she initially distracted herself by throwing her fellow female onto the bed and stuck her head between the Iguana's legs. Collector smiled as he left the room. He quietly checked each room until he found Max and his Second laying in bed cuddling. They were awake at least and did not want to leave the warmth of their bed. Max greeted his teacher when the lights came on.

"So, how is our Big Bad Wolf today?"

"Good. Why so early?"

"Too used to Earth's rotation. Care to help me find Guild services?"

"I guess. Can I dress first?"

"If you wish."

Max sat up, Collector realized he had been busy with his slave. Max stood and went to his dresser and dressed, the scent of sex became heavy as his Second rose from her place. She grinned as she showed herself to the lizard. Collector grinned as he guessed she was in her first season. Especially when she came up behind her Master and ground her hips into his tail.

"He will have plenty of time to sate that urge, my dear. I am only borrowing him for a short time."

"You can smell her?" Max froze up almost as though he was about to go into a feral stance.

"Don't need to, I can see it and very much recognize it. Enjoy your week, but the next hour or so belongs to me. Just remember you do have duties to perform, Guild Master."

The young male nodded then visibly relaxed.

The next hour, Max helped and had a chance to clear his head. They found the address to a Slave Tailor that was also combined with a groomer. Collector warned his pupil that he would force them apart should he refuse to eat and perform his duties. He understood but could not promise not to fall to that. When Collector dismissed him, Max ran off on all fours as fast as he could. His teacher grinned. Since they had been in his room, his own females shifted uneasily during his warning.

"Master?" His nester spoke up.

"Go search for Butch and his mate. I want them both as soon as possible."

She bowed deeply then rushed off. She was gone for thirty minutes, when she returned the two Wolves came in behind her very groggy.

"Forgive me, my friends, but my pupil and his Second is going through her first season. I want you two to have our pack to be ready to separate them. We know how hard it is for any male to be around a bitch in heat, but that first heat is the worst. This week, I want you two to be close to them and protect them from themselves."

"Very well, boss, I'll pass the lead to Will and pull a couple males for this."

"I will alert my sisters on this and set up a seclusion room."

"Good. Make sure Richard and Uki are part of your teams. They need to learn about this, especially since he will be maturing soon."

"Very well. Anything else?"

"Yes, I am making an appointment at a Groomer, be ready, Butch."

Butch whimpered but still nodded. Tara growled happily.

"You two are dismissed, thank you for being so prompt with my request."

The Wolves turned tail and left.

"Alright, let's head out, hopefully it is warm out there."

"I'll keep you warm, Master." Tara growled playfully.

"No doubt, my dear. Come, I hear that when the smaller star rises the sky shines a blissful violet."

They went through the mansion as quietly as possible, they still ran into a few of the maids. Collector politely greeted them and moved on. Most were still on edge do to the last 'Master of State' and just nodded. By the time they made it outside, the sky had started to lighten up. The Northeastern skies did shine a gorgeous violet, they watched the horizon quietly the two lizards leaned against the resting hot-blooded dragon and soaked in her heat. The first star came over the horizon, the size itself sat itself smaller than Sol. When it's larger Twin appeared, they went back in and started for the dining room where they would eat with the new members of the family.

The Yoasun attempted to weasel himself next to Collector; if it was not for Richard growling at him and pushing him away, he would have thrown himself at his Master's feet. The room filled quickly and the staff started bringing the meal out. Collector busied himself at greeting his new slaves.

"Good morning. As you might have heard from your... fellow, I am your new Master. I will say this, when I am ready to leave some will be staying to help the staff here keep things in line. The others will be going to Earth to be dealt with. I have a farm that needs workers, so do keep this in mind as I evaluate you and decide on what to do. Now, enjoy your meals, for I once was like you and forced to have only one meal a day. I refuse to have anyone go hungry under my watch. Enjoy yourselves."

While his older family members grabbed food freely after his speech, the newer ones watched cautiously even after the others filled plates for them.

"Sir, do you see Master Max?" Richard asked quietly.

"I believe he is at the far end of the room with his small group."

"Should I check on him?"

"Signal Butch, I prefer to do it quietly. No need to cause a fuss until our males are effected by her scent."

"Yes, Sir." Richard did as told.

After the meal, simple duties were issued by Collector and groups were made to perform the tasks. Uki, Richard, and the mouse stood at their Master's side after everyone was dismissed. The mouse was given a clean bill of health by Roger and thus Collector's devilish plans were made to pass. The plans for the Groomer were not until the later hours, so for now torturing a little Mouse was worth the time burned. Richard led them outside to a reflecting pond where he and their Master stood with a grin. Uki, enjoying herself at making the Prey creature squirm under her gaze.

"My dear, thank you for helping us." Collector smiled. "Do you have anything to add, Richard?"

"I do, but it will come later. Shall we begin?"

"Please."

Richard went over to the Mouse and took the male's loin cloth away then went to his mate and removed her cloths. He licked her neck then stepped back revealing her bare furred form to the other males. Collector smiled as he looked her over then glanced at the Mouse whom shivered.

"You want to gain my attention, Mouse? My Second has allowed his female to breed with you since he cannot as of yet. If you resist, she gets full control. Hell with it, she has full control. Uki, be our guest."

Uki growled and grabbed the frightened male by the sac and tugged downward. The mouse squeaked then followed her demand. He dropped to his knees then looked up at her. Uki spread her legs as she drew closer to his muzzle then pushed the short muzzle to her sensitive flesh. The male did not need words to understand the command, he began to lick at a slow pace. She moaned and complemented him before grinding against his short fur for added pleasure.

Richard and Collector smiled with lust and did not bother hiding their arousal. Collector had begun to rub his Fox through the cloth that the male had chosen to wear just for the occasion. It did not take long before the shaft was bared and the Master had it out in the open.

Uki stopped the Mouse from his ministrations then told him to lay on his back. He did so after a quick glance to the males that were nearly lost to lust. As soon as he was down, Uki straddled him and started to grind against his sheathe. Despite being frightened, the act the vixen was doing worked. His long, skinny shaft awakened and quickly disappeared within the horny creature.

She gasped as she forced the shaft deep inside her, she glanced back at her Master and smiled seductively. Her mate was far too focused on the claws that worked on his loins to see her lick the air at them. Collector, however, was fully aware and lightly pulled the tod to the couple and got him into a position above the muzzle of the Mouse. He then pressed on the Fox's shoulder, the male complied and squatted above the Mouse.

"Lick him clean, my fine little rodent. You make him squeal like a bitch in heat and you will be rewarded."

Before the Mouse could reply, Richard was pushed down onto the muzzle. The Fox moaned louder than his mate as the long, flat tongue forced its way into his arse.

"Keep going, mousy, he is nearly there." Collector encouraged and watched as the Mouse rammed his muzzle farther into the Fox.

He smiled as Richard began to pant, even Uki had a smile on her face. She turned and lifted her tail. The short bodied Mouse made it easy for her to grab her mate's member and rub it barely on her. She shifted the male under her slightly then tried her mate again, the tip barely slipped into her pucker, she growled in frustration. Collector reached over his Second to pat her shoulder and comfort her.

"Just focus on the one under you, my dear."

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Now, finish him off so we can move on to the next event." Collector grinned as he saw the big ears flick towards his voice. "That's right, our fine little mouse, we have more planned for you."

Richard screamed loudly, almost high pitched enough to put many a female to shame. His shaft throbbed and painted the vixen's backside with a large viscous amount of seed, this made their Master laugh as he watched the tod's first true orgasm pulse out. Right after him, the mouse could be heard moaning as he filled the vixen. Uki growled, rather frustrated with her toy.

"Up you go," Collector helped his Fox stud up. "Easy now, catch your breath. Uki, you too. You don't get that option, Mouse, roll over and raise that tail."

The Mouse watched his Master remove his trousers and release one of his shafts. He swallowed hard then did as he was told, he did not wait long for his Master to shove into his ass. Collector did not take it easy. As planned, Richard crawled under the mouse and allowed his Master to guide his shaft into the occupied hole. The Mouse howled in pain as the added stretch was added to his anus. He especially screamed when Richard forced his knot in. The Master moaned as the warmth pressed against his shaft, the added stimuli sent Collector into an orgasm which helped Richard into his.

Thankfully, the tie did not fully take and allowed the two males to part from their bitch. They stood and made their way into the other side of the Mouse and presented themselves for cleaning. The Mouse did not need to be told, he began to lick both clean.

"That's right, you clean us like the bitch you are. You wanted our attention, especially mine. Now, are you going to keep trying to throw yourself at me?"

"N-no, Master."

"Good, boy."

"Sir, are we done with him?"

"Not yet, there is still one thing that he needs to do. He needs to apologize for his actions towards us."

"I am sorry, Master. I beg for your forgiveness."

"You have it for now. Now, you are at the beck and call of Richard. No matter the demand, you follow it. I am expecting you to have his scent for several weeks to come. Enjoy your new position." Collector chuckled as he gave his Fox a scritch between the erect ears then went to dress. "I am leaving the family in your care today, I am sure you remember Butch's orders for Maxwell's... condition?"

"I do, Sir. I do hope the Draskin returns happier than she has been of late."

"Agreed. I will leave this mess for you to deal with as you please." Collector turned tail and left with a slight swing to his tail.

He found Butch and his mate drinking a cup of coffee with Max and his Second whom did not look all too happy. After a bit of grumbling from the young Alpha, Collector found that the older couple had pulled the two out of their room and forced them to come out for snacks and drinks. When Max heard that his Teacher was heading out shortly, he asked if he and his Second could join him. Collector glanced at Butch's mate whom nodded slowly, she would join to help prevent a public incident. Collector agreed then sent Max's Second off to find Roger. Roger was then sent off to ensure the slave transport was prepared correctly.

"Master, by chance is there a possibility that I may ride inside the vehicle with you to prevent my senses taking over my actions? Master Maxwell's slave's scent is rather strong, I have been using the coffee to block the smell."

"Take a moment to relieve yourself and see if that helps, otherwise, I will see what we can do."

"Yes... Master." Butch sniffed then began to rub his loincloth.

"Alright, my little in season dear, let's see you put what you have learned into use. Get everyone into their public viewing wares, just let Butch finish first."

"Yes, Teacher."

Max watched as his Second stood and directed Butch's mate away to get everyone's collars and sweatpants and harness. Once they returned, Butch started to contort himself and lick at his engorged shaft letting the females a full view of it. The younger bitch shied away while his mate stared with a smile.

"Butch."

"Very well." Butch sighed then took his gear.

"Thank you. Go find my Draskin for me and I will show you how to put her harness on." Once again, the young bitch ran off to fulfill her task.

She yelped just as she left their sights then came back with the dragons on her tail. Tara's grin and Dianos's frown told everyone that she had won another fight.

"Good morning, Master." Tara chuckled as she approached the Iguana and gave the side of his muzzle a nuzzle. "I am guessing that I need my collar and harness put on before we leave."

"Indeed. Come here, girl. I will direct you. Tara, be patient with her, please."

After several mistakes and minutes, the young Second had the harness on and the reigns attached to the collar and bridle correctly. By then the Butler came in and announced the transport was ready for 'His Lord.' They left and made sure everyone got into place with the larger Draskin separating Butch from the compatible females. They then left for their appointment. On the way, Max kept looking at the cage behind the cabin of the transport and huffing lightly.

"Boy, do yourself a favor and direct your attention to where it is needed. You asked to come, why?" Collector broke the semi-silence roughly.

"I wanted to see what the Guild had here. I was never allowed to visit before grandfather took me."

"Good. Now, try to keep this focus while we are out and about. I would rather not have you rutting in public."

"Yes, sir."

"We are descending and will arrive at the Guild Services within five minutes." Roger announced as he tried desperately to change the subject away from sex.

Once on the ground and parked, Collector got the slaves out and made sure to tell Tara to flaunt herself. She smiled grimly as she remembered the conversation with Char'zi. They then went inside and found their way to the groomers and got Butch in then went to the tailor. The entire time Tara flirted with danger as she greeted everyone silently and nuzzled the few youngsters that was in there. She hoped she was pleasing her Master by doing all of this, she also hoped that she had gained the eye of the slave thief.

She was too busy doing her task that she missed Collector ordering a faux fur blanket that would cover her soundly. Butch's grooming came out to make him look like the fearsome security Alpha he was, while Tara huffed at the loss of her opportunity to take his fur. Once outside, Collector was helping load the slaves when a Valhanian came up to them.

"What would it take for me to buy that beauty from you?" This particular hound took the visage of a Bloodhound though his fur more of a maroon coloring.

"Not for sale, Guild Property."

"Right, then I am taking your head and every slave you have."

Collector sighed, "Then I am enacting Nicta Monfra."

This caught the Slaver off guard as he whimpered slightly. "Very well, I am assuming you know the meaning of that."

"Death Match. Very much so."

"As an inductee of the Alpha Council, I, Maxwell Brenson, shall oversee and judge this match and ensure the terms are met."

"Alpha? You?" The hound gulped then returned his attention to the lizard.

"Are you going to go through with this or not?" Collector hissed out.

This was received with a growl, the hound swung at the lizard only to find himself striking the cage door. Max backed away to allow the two to battle. Fortunately, Collector was more agile than the slightly over weight hound. Collector kept his claws behind his back as the hound tired himself. The hound growled in frustration then bayed as he lunged once more only to be grabbed by the throat by sharp claws.

"For such a pompous, arrogant fool, you do not know how to fight. Pity. Too bad the Guild dislikes slave thieves as much as the Alpha Council hates having the Nicta Monfra redacted. I do hope you enjoyed life." Collector quickly placed his other claw on the muzzle before clenching the larynx of the hound, the male barely fought as his life was squeezed away.

When that life ebbed, Collector ripped the flesh away to ensure the male was truly dead then tossed the body into the cage despite the slaves' complaints about the blood. He then called Char'zi, the VidLink connected quickly.

"Master Collector?" Char'zi questioned with a grin.

"Is this the mutt you tasked to me?" He turned the camera to the dead body.

"Yes. I will insure that the living property are placed under your name so you can decide what to do with them. If it was me, I would auction them off, but I know you have a farm that needs staffing. I am sure you will do what you think is best. This will also boost your likeliness to be noticed by the High Council. I have been pushing as best as I can. I personally would love to call you a colleague, I do hope sooner than later."

"I would like that, Councilman."

"Good. I will be the one doing the calling next time, I am positive of it." The Cheetah chuckled. "Good day."

Collector watched the link disconnect then put away the device. "Tara, you now have your fur pelt. You will just need to skin it and tan it first."

"I suppose I will have to put up with it."

"If you need help, you can call on Mac. He helped with the farmhouse rugs and other décor."

"How did a slave born learn how to tan hides?" Max asked as he slid into the cab.

"Our Master had him educated for that. He has not used those skills in some time, so I do hope he remembers."

"Hmm, interesting."

Collector smiled hoping he would hear a request to get tutors for a few young slaves. "Anyway, let's get back to the mansion. I am sure Richard is going crazy, that poor kit."

"You do not give him justice, Elder Master." Max's Second stated. "He is just overly loyal and worries about your health. He keeps the others in check just fine."

"I... thank you." The Iguana sighed and nodded her way then slid into the cab himself.

The trip back to the plantation, went quick, but once they made it inside, the mood changed dramatically as they had an unexpected visitor speaking with Will. A member of the Alpha Council had come over and had Will on his knees nearly in tears. Collector went straight to Will's side as Max confronted his peer.

"What's going on?"

"Max's request was rejected. I... I can't go home. They even made sure that you could not sign me over to Max or Octavius. This... is the closet I'll ever be."

"I'm sorry, Will." Collector hugged his Wolf slave.

"Don't be, he could have just taken my head. I am just glad that I know I did not kill my young nor my mate. My conscious is finally clear."

"As long as we are friends with your family, you will always be able to see them. That is home, besides, you would not know what to do away from me or the family. Our Master gave you purpose, I gave you the freedom to do it."

"Yes... you did. I will never forget that either." Will wiped his eyes then looked at Max. "Promise me that you will make him a proper man. Please."

"I promise."

Will got up then bowed before walking away with his tail between his legs. Collector then joined the two Alphas and stood silently next to his pupil listening to the foreign language. When the elder Wolf left, Collector looked at the young Wolf silently.

"I know, he is lucky to still be alive. I... will need to go back into town and head to the archives. Mind if I borrow Roger?"

"Go ahead. I'll look after your slaves. Do not forget to take your IDs. You never will know when you might need them."

"Sure. Excuse me."

Collector watched his pupil walk away looking a lot like his father. Collector went to find his dragoness and her pelt to take the head away from it. Char'zi wanted the head after all and he was going to get it.

Despite the rough start to the midday, everything was dandy at the noon meal. A Guild messenger delivered a printed listing of the slaves Collector had won from the death match and was also given a notice of Guild advancement. He looked at that first seeing he did not even know what took place for such thing. Apparently, the Guild takes many factors into the advancement of the lower councilpersons. He assumed it was like the stock market, but that was only a small bit to it. It turns out that since he had slain two widely known Slavers on the planet, he had gained the attention to the embassy here which, in turn, gained the notice of the High Council back on Earth. Collector could not decide if this was a good thing or not, just that his deeds were being watched now.

Max returned just after the messenger left and was in a little better mood. He told his mentor that as long as his father was in his care, being an off-worlder, Will could indeed visit the Home Pack as a translator as long as he did not leave his Master's side. As a bonus, Max even had a full copy of the region's laws on an external chip.

"Being an Alpha Inductee is great. I had full reign of the Archives. So much history, I never knew that that our kind were once segregated and such. We have only been at peace for a couple of hundred years. Though racial dislikes and slurs are still thrown and the Arkavi are still the top of the racial chain."

"What are those?"

"Huh? Oh! Wolves, to you. In fact the lowest would be the Mitalin, or Vulpine, being the weakest of us all. No wonder so many of them are found in slavery. Oh, I also found that I cannot take my Second as my mate. I have to find a proper female when I reach the age of maturity. At least I have a few years until then. So, what did the messenger drop off? I saw the Guild Seal on the hovercar."

"Oh, the property list. I have yet to look at it. If there is some I do not want, I'll let you have first pick."

"Sweet. Let's look at the list."

Collector smiled and happily let the Wolf take first peek at the list, there were many species Collector did not know. Both would have to wait a few days before the slaves would arrive. Until then, they would put up with the lessons Collector had for the young Slaver.

Later that day, Collector and Max sat at a table with the Guild Laws in front of them. Collector had the pupil reading the basic laws and made sure he understood them before going on with the next set.

"So, as you know, most slaves are inducted because of crimes. Those crimes, usually something that does not involve murder, are seen more as nuisances to their society and to prevent a high crime rate those criminals are made into slaves. Ergo, punishment equals slavery. The Guild will issue experienced Slavers these criminals to contain and break their minds. That said, Gregory Mason was issued Will whom I inherited. So, any questions so far?"

"How does a Slaver become qualified for one of these slaves?"

"Usually by acts of battle, like I have done... twice now. Others, like Gregory, do it through their public acts of discipline and the obedience of their slaves. Hence, me being a show champion and stud. Speaking of being a stud... I need to see how my younglings are handling things. Hmm..."

"What about non-living property? Does that go to the winning Slaver too?"

"No, that usually goes to the living relatives or auctioned off to fund the Guild."

"How can I become a Lower Council member?"

"Well, that varies. I became a member through public acts and charities. It also helped that I am the lead producer to cheaper feedstock for slaves on Earth and nearby systems. You will find your own way someday."

"This law here: Aggressive acts are prohibited. What does that mean? Aren't we supposed to be aggressive?"

"Yes, much so. That law is shortened there for the book, as you can see it has a footnote that leads to the full law on the Stellarnet. That just states that public bleedings are outlawed and mutilations in public is a death sentence. Some systems allow this law to be overlooked, though they lie on the Outer Rim. I prefer the Council Space covering me and my family."

"Ah, but what about this one? Slavers under the standard age of thirteen must be mentored?"

"That is why I am your mentor. To ensure young Slavers are not coerced by their slaves and to prevent unnecessary acts of violence."

"Then why couldn't Grandfather have mentored me?"

"All I can guess is that he wanted you to see the galaxy with someone that could keep up with your age... and that I think he knew where your father had been all these years."

Max drew the book closer as he spotted one law that showed it had been amended several times over the past galactic cycle. "What is this one about?"

"Ah, that there is the Slaver's Inheritance act. The one thing that gets changed almost like a human and their shirts. Whenever there is war against a non-alliance planet and they surrender, the Council writes that species into the law which allows them to send criminals and unwanted children or orphans into the Slave System. Harsh, I know, but that is how it is. Which is why the Draskin is so secretive right now as the treaties have yet to take affect. Which I am sure we both will be getting an updated version soon."

"Ah. So what does it mean?"

"I am the living result, child. It ensures, that no matter whom the registered Slaver is, their chosen goes before the High Council to prove their knowledge of the Slaver's Customs and therefore gain the Slaver's Inheritance. I was Gregory's benefactor therefore I inherited the slaves and, by default, property. I was legally his heir to Earth's government and the Guild."

"Ah, so you could make Richard your heir."

"Yes, even if I have proper children. If I do not see them fit, I can heir him his freedom and the chance to become a Slaver himself. Take this into consideration, mostly if you choose not to find a mate and you stick with your slave as your personal breeding tool."

"Too bad I am forced to have a mate."

"You could free her then choose her, but that is up to you. She is in your name."

This put Max into deep thought for a moment before sighing and flipping the page. He read silently until he hit the common laws that regulates breeding slaves.

"I do not see how they stop slaves from mating on their own."

"Over all, they can't. That law just states that the Master has the right to neuter or spay their slaves should they see any unwanted traits. Let's just say that since I am your mentor, I have the right to spay your Second if I find her disrupting your lessons, which I will not do."

"I see. But what about breeding in general, do we have to take them to a breeder or are we allowed to breed them with what we want?"

"Ah, that all depends on the species, show status, and various other things. Since I was a champion, my semen was considered a high priced item and therefore I was not allowed to breed outside of supervision nor was I allowed to relieve myself. Everything had to be done by a breeder. It was fun having someone masturbate me eight times a day just to collect my semen. Though I do feel sorry for the females, males have it far better, at least we never have entire hands shoved into us just to put a tube past the birthing canals for 'proper seeding.'"

"So we can experiment?"

"Yes, so can the High Council... like me and Tara."

"I see. So what will they do? With the... um, product?"

"Personally? I think they just want to have trophy young from a retired show champ and a princess. Uh, that stays within this room. Got that?"

"Yep."

"Good. So do you have anything else that catches the eye?"

"Yeah, there's a law against trophy slaving. What does that mean?"

"Remember the mutt I killed? I am betting that I was chosen to end his hunting spree. Not all Slavers get their property legally. Not that the black market is all bad, trophy hunters go for the rare and exotic that generally hinders the growth of under developed species. I have met a few of those in my life and seen them killed at the hands of the High Council."

"In other words, I don't want to be one of those."

"Right. Now, I say we go and take a break. Maybe go outside and enjoy a tea?"

"I guess."

They went outside and sat on the deck where the staff quickly brought out a tea blend native to the planet. Collector sipped and judged the flavor. He judged it as a flowery, herbal tea with a hint of black. Over all a very flavorful blend and rather hearty. Collector had not noticed Max bringing the book with him. He had it open and going through the newer laws.

"What does... authoritative mean?"

"To give permission to or gain the permission from. Why?"

"Gaining the authoritative means to pursue a High Council target may be given to an individual if the Council sees potential in said individual by means of various acts. So they used you to the extent of their own Laws and the Galactic Law."

"Correct. I know I was the tool of the Council, I agreed to be such when I became a member of the Lesser Council. All Lessers know they can be called upon at anytime."

"Do you think I could become one?" Max pursed his lips as he brought this up a second time.

"In due time, you prove yourself and make a name for yourself then surely someone with put in a requisition for you to be upgraded, but it comes with plenty of responsibilities. Some are just like running a business, you hardly see what goes on but you still make a profit for yourself and the main corporation. Others... are hands on: Sponsorships, training unbroken slaves, and other such things. Not all of them are... clean. Hell, most of those aren't. They are far too bloody that it still burns my nose, but I must do them for the Guild. They keep the balance so criminals do not run amok."

"So, you have had to beat some slaves because they were criminals?"

"Not just beat, child, not just beat... I would rather not go into detail. You are still at a young enough age that they could cause night terrors."

"Oh."

"Yeah. After you do some of those... tasks, I can see why so many fall into a position where bringing pain is pleasurable." Collector took a long sip of the tea then sighed. "Next subject, please."

"Sure. The next one says that breeders cannot own more than twenty head. So they cannot own more than that? So how can they be breeders?"

"Personal slaves, the Guild does not want them using personal slaves as private stock. Breeders must use Guild sanctioned breeding slaves that are qualified for just breeding."

"Do you think any of my slaves are breedable yet?"

"The Innodiates males are, that is a guarantee. Why? You want to watch them mate?"

"Well, yeah. If not get involved all together."

"Tell you what, I will call on Mitch and his female. Then you can have all the fun you want perhaps even join in. Though Mitch is not available for you to romp with. He has to give me a litter before he gets his boy-toy. Unless you are into birds..." Collector smiled as he pointed his muzzle out to the grass where his two Eagles enjoyed the warmth of the suns. "Then we could have some fun now. Hell, you don't even have to be turned on by them to enjoy a hole or two. Or even a beak."

"Really?" Max let out a small sarcastic huff.

"Really. They are slaves after all; they got to do as we say. I may not be a sadistic bastard, or even a strict Master. But when I give a command, they know to obey it or get punished." Collector threw his hands behind his head and stretched out before raising to his feet. "Rather you want to or not, I have yet to get either of them to suck me... well, beak me. I could have them both suck me while you take up their open backsides."

"But why take advantage of them, are they not family?"

"By law they are more pets than actual family. I hate it, but that is how it is. I have to remind them every now and then they are slaves rather or not I like it. I have yet but those two in the spotlight. As much as I hate it, it must be done. Look at them, they play about like children." Collector took a step towards the two birds. "I enjoy the sight, but it cannot be allowed. Someone might see this and report it. Though the Guild knows of my lack of strictness, if there are too many complaints... well... I rather not think about it."

"So? This is a private lot, right?"

"This makes it even more dangerous." Collector whistled, the Eagles took notice and came his way quickly.

"Master?" The male said as they knelt at his feet.

"I have been lax to you both, I noticed you two being rather childish. I rather not do this, but I do have to give you a reminder of what you two are. Now, I am going to remove my trousers and sit; you two figure out what comes next."

The birds looked at each other then silently knelt. The male began by pushing his taloned hand into his Master's vent and pulled out both shafts. Without a sound the two took the shafts into their beaked maws and started to lick their shaft.

"That's it. Milk me well. Max, do you not wish to join in?"

The male stopped and pulled his beak away to speak. "I offer my body willingly, Master." He then lifted his tail feathers then began to suckle on the shaft once more.

"See, it's that easy. Come, boy, show this birdie why you have been declared Alpha."

Max thought about rejecting, but the Alpha bit hit a nerve and he had to prove himself, he got up and stripped quickly then forced himself into the offered tail.

The Eagle let out a muffled squeak of pain but continued his task, the female watched as her mate was taking she did not realize she had placed herself in a position that allowed her Master access to shove his claws into her. She moaned as a single digit was put into her. As he thrust his finger into her cloaca, he watched as the pup knotted the male and began to rest on his back.

"Done already? What kind of Alpha is that? You need to work on your stamina. I think I shall have Butch run you through a few drills starting in the morning. You need the strength and speed to prove yourself as a proper male and a slaver. Mmm... L-let me know when you can pull out."

"I don't think he can hold me, I'm slipping out already."

"Mm, wonderful. Why don't you go clean him up." Collector gave the male a pat on the beak. "Especially since your mate is busy with my load."

"As you command, Master." With a squelch, the male Eagle pulled his tail feathers away from the young Wolf then turned and put the still throbbing shaft into his beak.

Maxwell gasped as his penis was placed on a warm tongue beyond his knot. His knees shook as the bird began to twist his head and lick the meat in each plausible manner. Collector watched as his pupil lost all connections to reality. A smile crept onto the lizard's muzzle. The female pulled away from her Master and looked at him awaiting her next order.

"I have never mated with one of your kind. I think it would be wiser of me to let you take me so no harm comes of you."

"Very well, Master, and thank you for allowing me to hold so much trust."

"I know your system is fragile, this is the only reason. You earned your trust back home, now ride my shaft."

"Yes, Master."

As the bird straddled him, Collector could not help himself but to glance at the Wolf lost to ecstasy. She was tight, which made her Master gasp. The Eagle hen cooed at this, she had never taken anything bigger than her slender mate's shaft, this stretching was an experience that she knew she needed for nesting. Her cloaca shivered and clamped eagerly on the invading shaft. The fact that this was the harshest her Master had been to her made her happy and did not mind 'taking' this punishment for giggling over a simple joke while laying in the grass. Suddenly she realized her hips were upon the male below her. All she could think about was the feeling of being filled.

"Master?"

"Keep that clamping up and you won't even have to move."

"I will try to please your wishes, Master."

Collector moaned as she squeezed once more. "Oh, yes!"

She shifted slightly and quickly found that her Master started to fill her. She smartly cooed at her Master and begged him for more.

He allowed a chuckle to break out then he rubbed her golden beak. "Smart girl. It seems your partner truly has a thing for canines, his beak has not left that cock for a moment. If you can, you may remove yourself from my shaft. If not, well, I think I may still have a small bit of seed left."

"Thank you, Master." She pulled away from him and felt the reptilian shaft fall from her body. She moaned as the girth was sorely missed. She backed away to reach the ground then turned to present her used hole to her Master.

"I see I stretched you rather nicely. Remember this moment when you begin to nest."

She shivered then glanced up at the other Master whom seemed lost in oral bliss. The male finally pulled away gasping and swallowing heavily. Collector could see the pure pleasure in the bird's eye. Max left out a feral huff then shakily reached for his chair, the male reached for the Wolf and helped him sit.

"Did I do well, Master Maxwell?"

The Wolf could only nod. The Eagle whistled lightly then joined the Wolf in the seat to use his feathers on his wing to tickle the shaft while he used his talon to gently trace the young Master's chest.

"I think you taught him a better lesson." Collector chuckled then pulled his remaining shaft back into its place. "I see a cousin of yours coming to check in."

Macinawa was indeed coming up with a string of aquatic creatures. "Masters." The Macaw bowed towards his betters. "Master Maxwell, I do hope there is nothing against fishing on this planet."

"N-no. The cooks... should know what is... edible." Max huffed out. "Sir, I see why you want me to practice. I will gladly listen to all Butch has to offer me."

"Good, pup. Rest while you can, we will find him soon enough. Mac, would you escort these two chicks inside and make sure they clean up."

"As you command, Sir." Mac fluffed himself up before dragging the male off of Max.

"Where did your sidekick go?"

"I left Luke in the care of his mother for a change. Neither of us wanted him near unknown waters."

"My thanks is well earned for that. Go on and tend to your tasks."

"Yes, Sir."

Max whimpered as the teaser was dragged away, his teacher only laughed at the classic puppy-dog eyes he had. Collector stood and gave the Wolf a pat then started inside himself. Max silently followed. They found Richard and Butch detaining a small Hiscato, a rabbit-like creature, in the back lobby. Butch was growling as the Fox was scalding the frightened creature for disrupting the kitchen crew and causing a mess. Nearby, Max's Second was leaning against a table watching. The two Masters watched quietly as the scene folded out like a Soap Opera.

"Just because you wanted a snack does not mean you have to steal it. You could have asked the Master permission. What do you have to say for yourself?"

The Rabbit said nothing, but it sniffed lightly before turning away from the predator.

"Answer me!" Richard rose his hand up as though to backhand the slave.

The Rabbit did not answer, therefore Richard continued his threat with a solid smack that knocked the Rabbit to the floor. The fall had revealed the gender to the two Masters as female, her loins were very pink and moist as though she enjoyed the beating. Collector stepped up handing him a leather strap he always kept in his pocket then stepped back with a grin. Max had a question and was about to ask it when his teacher stopped him with a claw to the snout and a nod to the trio. Butch picked her up and forced her to her knees.

"Why won't you answer me?" Richard growled loudly, he then smacked the strap against the pads of his palm and tried not to flinch from the sound. "You want a real beating? Is that it? I can give it to you."

"Go ahead, Richard, show us what you can do." Collector gave permission

Richard ordered the Rabbit to present her tail to him, she quickly did so. At this Collector nudged his apprentice and pointed to the Rabbit making sure the Wolf watched her. Richard smacked her hard, her face became more relaxed with each smack and pleasure soon filled the space. The Fox, unknowing to the prey's fetish, brought the female to an explosive orgasm and had the groin of his pants soaked with her fluids. Richard gasped and took a step back.

"As you can tell, Richard, not every slave sees a whipping as a punishment. Our little doe gets to clean the kitchen... alone for the next three meals. I would 'hop' to it if I was you."

The Rabbit quickly moved away and to her assignment while Richard was left with the shock.

"Some do not see you as a predator, Foxy, I hope that lesson has been well learnt." Collector chuckled then cleared his throat. "Now, to business. Butch, when you get the time between duties, help our little Master how to keep his stamina up. This can be a useful way to separate him from his bitch."

Max whimpered, he already regretted this choice.

"I'll let you have the little Alpha now. Richard, come."

Collector walked away with his Fox on his tail while leaving a grumpy Wolf. The Iguana made his way to the bath and made sure the Fox entered the room before closing the room. Beside the large basin sat a fur care kit and various sizes of scissors. Richard whined but took the silence as an order, he started to strip. He sat on the edge of the tub and waited. Collector grabbed a comb and began gentle stroke at the erect ears.

"Being a Second will never be easy. You will always learn new things. Find new ways to torture others. The same will come for them. Remember what I told you back home?"

"Learn everyone's weakness."

"Correct. Max even over looked that Rabbit's pleasure when you smacked her. Frankly, I am surprised you did not smell her."

"I did not think about it."

"I am sure Butch did, yet you did not take any hints from him. Use those around you to judge how you punish anyone. You also have been neglecting your own needs, I can tell just by looking at these split ends and knots. Stress can and will kill you. I want you to stand beside me for a very long time. I rather not make it an order, but I will do so if needed. Take some time for yourself. You have plenty of hands to do every task you can dream of, you honestly do not have to lift a claw to do anything. Yet I have seen you run around like a pup with rabies. Take the rest of the day with Uki off. Just keep Max and his Second occupied when Butch and the Wolves are not around them."

"Yes, sir."

"Good, boy. Now, into the tub."

Richard did as he was told as Collector turned on the water and got the warmth flowing nicely. The lizard stripped and joined him. He did not say anything as he slithered his tail under the Fox and leaned against the edge beside him. Richard relaxed even more and allowed a grin to grow.

After a few minutes, Richard jumped at the sound of his Master's voice. "See, I told you it is a good thing to relax."

Richard only nodded as his breath had been stolen by his panting, Collector swung an arm behind him and pulled him close to the cooler body.

"So, has there been anything going around the family? I am hoping a case of morning sickness."

"Nothing more than allergies. I have yet been that close to the newer ones to know what is what."

"That is fine. Just help me keep an eye on our ladies, if they do show signs of being pregnant, pull them from all strenuous duties. Cooking and dusting will be hard on most of them. I rather not lose younglings to miscarriages."

"Yes, sir, I will keep that in mind."

"What about Uki? I do hope she is doing well? Butch told me her scent changed quickly."

He whined and wilted as he hated to speak of that subject.

"Well?"

"That Wolf sticks his nose into too many places. I... I could not sate her, so I begged... I begged Will."

"Did he?"

Richard nodded, "Only if he was covered, I gave him a torn one so he could seed her. I only wanted her to be happy and have her body at peace."

"Have you told him?"

"No."

"You should, before she begins to show."

Richard flinched.

"It does not matter who the father is, they all will be raised by the family. I send the young bodied to the farm to work off the energy, now that we got an abundance of that... well now we can actually watch them grow up and teach them all about our glorious springtime fun. Who knows, I might just decide to move here just for the space. One hundred slaves in a tiny cellar is asking for illness after all. What do you think?"

"I would love to have pups of my own grow up learning what I could not, Master."

"I might just sign over the Manor to Roger and Karen that way we can stay here. I bet they would love to have a place of their own."

"But it is our home, Sir, why would you want to leave it?"

"You seen how many have been added, we have another eighty coming. Whether or not I keep them, we still have to shelter them until I fully decide. Having a large home helps. If we get a large number of Naisian, they will be sent to the farm. Otherwise... I do not know. I do not get that kind of payment through the guild to keep all of them."

"But if you advance, will you get paid?"

"That is a big 'if,' my little kit."

They were interrupted by a knock, Collector answered politely. It was the butler, he announced that a visitor was here asking for him directly. With a huff, both of them got out of the water and dried. Then they went to greet the visitor. Collector looked upon the guest in with slight shock.

"Niah?" She was leaning against a bookcase in the study glancing through one of the local novels.

"Master Collector. I brought a message, I..." Her voice came out filled with fear.

"What's wrong?"

She said nothing as she pulled a letter from her skintight suit and held it for him to grab.

Collector read the hastily written script, he looked up from it to her then to Richard. "Leave us, no disturbances."

"Yes, Master."

Collector waited until the door was shut before he spoke again. "Tell me of the attack. Where's Char'zi?"

"It was quick, he made the letter and told me to come straight here. I do not know if he is alive. Carat'ma Ili... all of them. They were there for blood." Niah could not hold back, tears flowed freely now. "I'm pregnant. They were there because of me... His own kind wanted him dead."

Collector embraced her and let her sob. "You're safe here. I will make sure of it. But the titles, he gave every slave and property to me? To protect them, just in case."

"Mm-hmm."

"Shit. This... cannot be good... I need to contact the Council."

"Be careful, Master. I do not want the same thing happening to you."

"I can agree with that. Are you steady enough to speak to the Council?

"I-I can try."

"That is all I can ask," Collector went to the desk and opened the drawer to reveal a small, lightweight pad. Lesser Council members had these when for a full Council session was called and they could not be there in person. He also picked up a small tablet and tapped an icon. The Council secretary came up on the tiny screen.

"Slaver Collector Mason, how may I assist you today?"

"There has been an incident, is the High Council available?" He pulled Niah close and the secretary swallowed hard. "It is about Councilman Five."

"I will alert them, please activate your Holo-pad and wait."