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Four: To Heal

Slagar slumped against the bar of Black Eye's house; the tavern was the general place for the slavers to go and get some booze, but it was not often open in the day. To Slagar's surprise Black Eye had encouraged him in and given him something to drink whilst the young fox had continued to swear about the situation. Upstairs there was the occasional scolding of Black Eye's wife and the screams of pain as, whatever was going on up there, was being dealt with. Black Eye reassured Slagar that the sound was probably coming because of very hot water being used to wash the wounds... which was all very fine until one of the females in the ferret's family had requested some spirit to disinfect the flesh. Slagar could not even imagine how much pain Layla would be in now. But as he finished his mug of beer, as disgusting as it was, Slagar turned toward the stairs as the females of the household came down and Black Eye tapped his shoulder.

"You can both stay in that room tonight. No one will bother you and there's all the cleaning equipment up there too. I won't let anyone in tonight because the bastards have pissed me off." Black Eye grunted and Slagar could not help himself but grin cruelly at the idea of having prevented the other slavers getting alcohol. However, Black Eye grasped his arm gently and looked at him fiercely, his whiskers twitching and his lips curing to reveal the sharp, needle-like teeth of his species. Slagar looked at him curiously before gaining a tap on the nose. "She'll be sore, in agony... but you'd better get it over with now so that no one can touch her again. Promise to bind her wounds if she cooperates... but don't let her think you'll be a healer before being her master."

"I'm not an idiot, Black Eye. I know what I have to do and I'm very annoyed that someone stole it first. I was in fact returning to get it over and done with after my walk... if your family had not intervened I would have dealt with it there and then before chucking a bucket of water over the bitch and then dealing with the matter of keeping her alive." Slagar hissed viciously although he was feeling very uncomfortable and ashamed about it all. He knew Black Eye was right and he would have to ignore any tears Layla would produce from the matter.

After finishing off his drink and take a quick slug of a strong spirit to improve his mood, Slagar strolled to the stairs and padded to the room, slamming the heavy door shut and locking it securely behind him. Then he looked to bed that had been arranged on the floor and the pitiful creature curled up and trembling under a blanket at his approach. Straightaway Slagar stomped to her side and slumped down in a sitting position beside the vixen and Layla slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him miserably.

"Sorry... Slagar." Layla whined pitifully and Slagar felt only bitterness to hear those words. How can she think anything good about him when he'd maintained a tough and stern manner all this time? He'd not even gone to help her and had instead been very rude... yet her eyes seemed to waver with sorrow at his slight scowl. Slagar had no choice however but to remove his mask and staring down at the vixen who just stared back at him. Slagar then gave an annoyed growl and Layla's ears dropped back in fear.

"You should have pulled the tent down, trashed it up and made everyone come over to see what was going on. Trying to fight someone yourself in this place is a very stupid idea. Understand?" Slagar snapped viciously and as he looked at Layla through his mangled visage, he was surprised to watch one of her ears lift and her eyes check him over and over as if she was trying to make sure she understood him. Then Layla gave a slow nod and then lowered her gaze from him, showing her submission. "Now... are you in much pain?"

The sudden change from anger to concern made Layla's ears widen with excitement and she looked to him with a soft smile. Before Slagar could get an answer from her, the vixen stretched out her paw and stroked his muzzle. Slagar froze in surprise at the way she stroked both his cheeks tenderly and then smiled at him - she wasn't afraid of him or his wounds and that only made Slagar unhappy as she spoke again.

"Ferret give fire water - pain not bad. Throat sore... chest hurt... but other pain not want to deal with." Layla stated and then she stroked his muzzle again, noting the sorrowful expression in Slagar's eyes. She almost wanted to inform him that he shouldn't feel guilty about her pain or what had happened, in many ways she had expected it. But Layla could sense that the real reason he was upset, was that the problem was not over and what had happened was much more serious... after-all, Layla was Slagar's property. With a gentle whine she sat herself up, wheezing a little, before gently rubbing her paw against his neck and shoulder, encouraging him that she was reassured he was there. "I know... Slagar has nasty job. Layla, I, understand."

"Then you know... I will have to do what he did?" Slagar stated with an anxious gulp before Layla nodded her head. Slagar closed his eyes, snarled gently for what he needed to do, before Layla began to shuffle toward him. She winced and whined gently in her pain but she was not afraid of Slagar, though perhaps she should have been. The vixen had guessed that he had probably never been with a female before and after experiencing what had happened, she assumed Slagar would follow the same route. Nervously she pressed against his chest and he was startled as she pressed her head against his shoulder and took his paw.

There was no resistance from Slagar as Layla encouraged him to lift his paw and led him to her chest. Layla had been dressed in very loose fitting clothing, practically a thin fabric bag with a wide neck, big arm holds and room to shift it about. She took his paw and placed it to one of her sleeves and then in, passing her armpit to the top of her uninjured breast. Automatically the warmth of her skin against his fingers encouraged Slagar to open up his dark paws, stroking and slowly squeezing the mound to feel its size. Slagar felt his loins burning with excitement and his breath harshening as he began to massage the mound. Layla breathed a hard sigh with a sound, almost of pleasure, at the sensation of his hand against her.

"Is it painful?" Slagar questioned nervously only to watch Layla shake her head and then reach for his other hand. Slagar let her take it again, eager to let her make the decisions instead of himself, before pulling him to her more wounded breast. The scab was not completely hardened from where the teeth had clamped about it and Slagar felt it cautiously with a gentle growl of interest. He hooked his paw all about it, stroking the mound first and then noticing the sudden straining of the nipple, the excitement it encouraged him. Slagar gave a growling purr of pleasure, but still aware that Layla could attack him at this point or he could scare her, he asked her the question again.

Once more she shook her head and as Slagar began to rub her breasts, flicking the nipples and massaging whenever he felt hungry to squeeze the mounds, Layla began to give gentle moans of pleasure. She seemed unaware of how sore her chest was and instead shuffled closer, practically kneeling against Slagar's body. Slagar chuckled gently as she seemed to press her chest against his paws and whine in pleasure for his attention. He then opened his legs, stretching them around Layla's own bent knees to get her closer to him. Layla noticed and swiftly placed her paws onto his shoulder as he swiftly removed his paws from her sleeves and instead stretched upward, under the nightdress to stroke the top of her stomach. He let his fingers run through her golden fur and cupped the bottom of her breasts, squeezing them gently before lowering his hands again to stroke her sides.

The sensation of his paws against her belly fur and her sides was ticklish and Layla could not help herself but giggle slightly. It encouraged Slagar to snicker as well and he knew that Layla, though enjoying herself and distracted from the pain, was probably going to be pleased to know that Slagar was not exposing her golden fur. But instead he was starting to expose something else, the more his arms pulled the fabric upward the more he spotted the edge of her feminine area. Although it looked a little reddened from the wounding and would probably not stretch now to allow him to penetrate her, the sight of it was exciting.

"Are you enjoying this?" Slagar asked and he was surprised as Layla lunged forward to hold him in a hug. Although it was probably hurting her chest and throat to do it, Layla hooked herself around him and Slagar could not help but hug her back. He barely had a chance to laugh and find her reaction amusing before Layla's lips smacked firmly against his and Slagar found himself trapped in the sensations of his first kiss. It was probably Layla's too, for she pulled herself away quickly with her eyes and ears lowered in surprise. Slagar chuckled gently but he could feel her hot body sitting perfectly over himself and he could feel that his cock was starting to probe past the sheath within his slacks. "Lie down... I promise I won't hurt you."

"Ye... Yes, Slagar." Layla stated rather nervously, fearful that something terrible could happen. She was afraid that he was now about to rape her, she was not ready for something so horrible to happen again, especially when she trusted him. Layla would fight if he tried it, she knew she would fight and he would allow her to hurt him because he pitied the fact someone had already done this to her. But Layla knew that, as long as she remained as timid around Slagar as she had been around the female ferrets, he would eventually pity her and would only do this once. It would be the only way to survive as a slave and keep the same master.

She lay down and prepared for the worst to occur, her body flinching and twitching every time he moved. The vixen prepared for something terrible to occur as Slagar removed his slacks, but then she was surprise. Slagar removed his clothes but, unlike the perverted stoat, his pink probe only seemed to be testing the cool air above the sheath... Slagar was not as fully aroused as the stoat had been and this gave Layla some comfort. It meant that he was probably not going to get any enjoyment from what he was doing and might even give up on it.

But as he encouraged her legs to spread, Layla received a real shock as Slagar bent his face down and lifted a paw to her crotch. He pressed his thumb against the lips of her vagina and delicately traced the edge of the folds, waiting for blood that would encourage him to leave her alone or something to encourage him. Layla gave a shudder of surprise at the tenderness he was showing and even tried to relax her legs more, feeling his thumb slip up and down against the lips as they moistened in pleasure. No sooner had his motions become slick then his thumb caught the edge of her clitoris and Layla gave a soft grunt of pleasure. At this realisation, Slagar pressed his thumb against her little pleasure nodule and gently began to rub at it to encourage it to swell and her to give more pleasurable moans.

"I know you really like that don't you?" Slagar chuckled cruelly as Layla gave a soft whine of agreement. Her tail flicked gently with the pleasure, almost wanting to wag as he continued to roll his thumb over the narrowing tip of the fattened clitoris. Silvery fluids seemed to squeeze around the edge of the lips that were opening out to him and Slagar stared at the wounded gash with hungry eyes. He could smell her excitement in the air and it was not only making his cock thicken and strain outward but making him drool. The marred fox then chuckled gently as Layla's breath became a little harsher at his sensations and then Slagar stretched out his tongue and slowly dragged it along the edge of the vagina opening itself, against the edges of the lips and then up over her clitoris. Layla had sucked in air, shuddering with delight and pleasure at his strange reaction but it also felt bad and she leant forward.

"Dirty..." Layla began but Slagar swiftly lapped at her again, making her fall black and her hips judder with the pleasure. Slagar paused for a second, lifting a paw to Layla's belly and stroking it gently to reassure her that he was not going to hurt her. Layla stretched out her hand to hold his for more comfort and Slagar lifted his head and kissed the top of her paw. Layla laid back more, moaning in pleasure as he continued to lap at her, enjoying the sensation of her moist folds about his tongue, soaking up her delicious scent and becoming addicted, over and over again to the juice the flowed from her pussy. His own cock was engorged and hanging out of the sheath, spurting with pre-cum as he continued to lick away and Layla began to moan more.

As her hips jerked up to let him lick her more, Layla felt her body straining and jolting as she felt a burning within her loins and a need to howl and explode. Slagar sensed the eagerness and swiftly sat himself up, hooking her hips in his arms and yanking her upward as she began to wheeze with the sensations. Layla felt something else burning against the edge of back and was a little unsure about it, but too enthralled in this new pleasure. Slagar was continuing to lick away, becoming more and more engulfed in this excitement before realising that his cock was starting to burn with desire at the sensation of Layla's back pressing against the edge of it. Before he could control himself he was hugging her body close against him and jilting his hips against her back just to encourage the pleasant sensations making his penis burn with a force he knew was about to erupt.

"Sla... Slagar!" Layla was able to yip in surprise before his tongue flicked her clitoris one more time and she became stiff. Her body seemed to lurch and strain as if she was in the process of squeezing something out of her. Her eyes were wide and brimmed with tears, her mouth open with her tongue lolling and pleasure obvious in her wide smile. Her body had exploded with complete joy like a wave rolling over her, stealing her breath and life to flow down the centre of her body and pour out of her pussy. When Layla breathed a wheeze of pleasure and reawakening, Slagar was suddenly moaning with his own joy, lapping away at the great surge of juices that had come thick and fast from her vagina. Slagar had not even probed the inside of the crevice before, but now he found the juice coming from within, he began to lap at it deeply.

Layla began to pant heavily, recovering from her first orgasm only enough to realise that she was due for a second one as she felt his tongue dipping into her vagina. This more personal, more delicate approach to penetrating her was so strange and enjoyable that Layla began to moan again and again, mumbling Slagar's name and even drooling as he continue to rub his hot form against the small of her back and her tail slapped about his shoulders. Layla had not thought that there could be any pleasure in this process, but now that she was able to view Slagar in her hazed vision, she caught the size of his massive thick cock brushing her back in the edge of her sight. She was both flattered to have made him so big and curious about how that burning rod would feel inside her.

But the moment Layla considered this, Slagar's tongue strained in as deeply as it could to cup out of the rest of the cream within the vixen's pussy and Layla's body rocked in a new orgasm. This time she gave a shriek and the sudden rush against his tongue practically burned Slagar, making him howl in response as his body finally stopped fighting. His cock seemed to burst with a massive spray of cum, his first time having reached such a peak from being in the presence of a female. Her scent coated his face and he let his tongue loll as he gasped for air and his own hot juices sprayed up Layla's back. It was a curiously wonderful sensation and for once, Slagar had never even considered her thoughts on his muzzle.

It was an unusual way to heal.