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Aeva yawned, and quickly clicked the button on her collar that would shut off her alarm. It was one of the few inconveniences of living in a compound instead of with an owner, but it wasn't so bad. She shifted under the blanket, trying to keep warm as long as possible. Her slightly large, furred paws found the wood floor on the side of her bed, and she rose from her bed, with the sheets slowly unsticking themselves from her fur to slide back to the bed. She wrapped her blanket around her naked body and, bleary-eyed, she made her way towards the showers.

Aeva lived in a slave compound; hers was the only one in her state, but there were approximately a hundred and twenty in the entire country. Slaves awaiting owners were kept there, and rented to any potential buyers until they found a permanent owner. Most of the time, it only took a few months, but she'd been there for three years. She intentionally sabotaged ever finding an owner; she enjoyed the life in the busy marketplace. She was given a fairly spacious room in a four-bedroom, two bathroom apartment, that she shared with three other slave girls, and all the free time she wanted, as long as her collar registered that she'd entered the market area and remained for at least four hours. Being in a compound was the most freedom a slave was ever given.

"Aeva, could you stop walking to the shower in your blanket? You always leave it in there," her roommate complained as she passed by. She rolled her eyes, and let the blanket drop in the middle of the hallway. She needed to have no modesty around the other girls. "Make your shower fast; they're calling all of the unowned hydrangeas for a meeting in about an hour." Her roommate grumbled, and glared at the blanket that was now pooled on the floor. Aeva mumbled her understanding, and closed the bathroom door, before she poked her head into the shower and pressed the buttons to get it started. While it was warming up, she quickly brushed her teeth, and looked down at her thigh.

A tattoo in her fur stood out, colorful in green, red, blue, and yellow. It marked her- in a way for anyone to see- to show what she was. The hydrangea was the symbol of the pleasure slaves. The green color was an indication that she'd passed the initial training; the red was a sign that she'd specialized in sexual services. The blue said that she was trained as a "play pet"(performing the function of a household pet, for fun or pleasure), and the yellow was mainly there to increase her buying price; it said that she was considered more conventionally attractive, and could be used as decoration or living art in the houses of those who wished for such things. She wasn't sure why the compound would be calling all the hydrangeas together, but there had to be a reason.

She jumped into the shower and pressed a few more buttons, and her music piped through the speakers while she tried to hurry through the bathing process. As soon as she was finished, she turned off the water and indicated on the screen that she wanted the fur dryer. It kicked on with a startling 'whirr', on a rapid-drying cycle that fluffed up and warmed her fur until it was completely dry, and untangled.

She moved out of the shower, and stepped in front of the full-length mirror. A quick brush tamed her fiery auburn hair, cropped around the middle of her neck and angled flatteringly. Bright, jade colored eyes looked out of the face of a red and white furred husky. She smiled at her reflection, and her eyes drifted to the collar around her neck. Without an owner, she wore the SO- Slave Organization- collar. It was simple, black, with a digital tag that could be tapped to reveal any number of information.

It also contained a tracker, and a small vibrating mechanism. The tracker "pinged" to the SO every time she entered and left a doorway of an official building. Sometimes, she liked to mess with them by pretending she kept leaving things in the apartment. She'd run inside, then back out, over and over again so that her daily activity would have at least twenty "entered home" and "exited home" items on the list. The vibrating mechanism- while theoretically it could be fun- only existed to function as a silent alarm, and it woke her up with slightly intense vibrations at times determined by her handler.

She meandered to her closet next, and examined all of the clothes within. She particularly liked latex, though few volunteers did. She selected a bright, crimson-red dress, that zipped all the way from the bottom to the top on the front. It left a harsh 'v' shaped gap right at her cleavage, and her white breasts almost spilled over and out of the skin-tight garment. It left nothing to the imagination, which was the point of selecting it. She certainly couldn't bend over in it and still be covered; while the front easily touched the middle of her thighs, the size of her rump pulled the back up to grace the top of her thighs.

Lastly, she located a pair of strappy sandals that added maybe three inches to her short, five-foot-two height. Sure, it didn't help her to stop being short, but at least people wouldn't tower over her quite so much. Once dressed, she departed her home, and made her way straight to the marketplace. It was a huge, towering building, with multiple floors to contain anyone's desires. The basement, however, was for "staff only"- so to speak- and that was where she set her direction. She descended the short steps and closed the door behind her, and began to mingle through the packed bodies, all marked in different places with the tell-tale hydrangeas. The only common color in all of them, it seemed, was the green training mark.

She wasn't too early, thankfully, and so she didn't have long to wait before a voice carried over the speakers. "Thank you for attending, hydrangeas!" She turned her attention to the small stage, where a tall brown ferret in a suit stood. She could barely see the microphone clipped onto his collar. "Just a quick meeting before I let you all return to the marketplace. There's an inspection coming up soon, and I would like to remind you all of our rules, so that everyone is aware and following them. One- don't let any client give you money. All of that is directed to your handlers. Two, you must stay in the marketplace for at least four hours every day, and may not exceed eight in the mingling floors. You all are pretty good about those rules, with very little exception, but it's the last rule I need to remind you of. You are not, under any circumstance, allowed to sleep with other volunteers. You are all owned by us, and we are in charge of with whom you share your body. What would the clients think, if you give away for free what we make them pay for?" The ferret would lock eyes with a few people in the audience, and then move on. "Alright, you all are free to go. Please be on your best behavior; we don't know exactly when the inspectors will be here, just that they're coming."

The crowd moved as one to the staircase, and almost all started talking at once. Aeva stayed back from the stairs, and leaned against a wall; there was no point rushing the small staircase. Besides, her collar showed her as now in the Marketplace; she had no reason to try and speed to the customers that awaited them all. Once the room had cleared a little, only then did she go up herself, and tried to decide where she wanted to spend the day.

The Marketplace catered to as many people as possible. There was a cigar/hookah lounge area, where she could mingle with those who preferred smoking and wine and quiet conversation. There was the stereotypical bar area, filled with packed bodies and loud music and drinking at all times of the day. She didn't feel much like smoking that day, and the crowd of bodies didn't appeal to her, either. She pressed towards the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor, where the garden was located. It was on the roof, domed with glass; it was carefully maintained to offer privacy, but a true nature feel. She stepped out into it, and was met with the chirping of birds, and a few butterflies flew past in the direction of the fruit orchard. She turned left, and saw the patio area- three steps down into a lined pit, with white awnings and vines snaked over them.

Many potted flowers and plants surrounded the square area, and directly in the middle were four nice-sized jacuzzis. Early evening was the most popular time of day for this part of the facility, and lucky for her, she was there in the middle of the day. She sat on the edge of one jacuzzi, and removed her shoes to slip her feet into the water. Technically, she could get in with the dress she wore, but she didn't particularly enjoy the feel of wet latex. She relaxed back on her paws and looked up through the glass of the dome. Her eyes followed the wispy, pristine clouds that drifted over the sky, and the sunlight filtering through the dome warmed her. It was peaceful up there.

The husky heard the sound of the elevator chime a few moments later, and it opened to reveal a scattered-looking feline, mainly black-furred with some white markings on his chest. She couldn't see a collar on his neck, but he wasn't dressed like most of the customers. He wore just a pair of simple-looking shorts, and a plain watch that she recognized as a mid-range activity tracker. He looked around, and took everything in, before he noticed her. His light golden eyes glanced over her slowly and appreciatively. He turned to her, and soon stood on her left.

"You know, jacuzzis are usually meant for immersing yourself," he started. She watched him while he unbuttoned his shorts- a fairly cheap, brown cargo variety- and removed them. He folded them up and placed them on a nearby bench that was meant for spare towels and clothes. He was completely bare underneath, which was common, and not surprising to Aeva. He started the jets, and lowered himself into the water; he closed his eyes and sighed appreciatively. "Of course, with that dress, I can kind of understand why you'd avoid it." He opened one eye half-way, and glanced at her out of the corner of it. "So what brings a model hydrangea up to the least social part of the marketplace?"

"Oh, you know. Offending clients by misusing a jacuzzi. Waiting for you to arrive," she replied dryly. He chuckled, and she gently splashed water at him. "Okay, truthfully? I like the quiet up here. The coffee shops are full in the middle of the day; the bar is too loud. I wanted fresh air, and the lounge is full of smoke. I considered the pool room, but...Aforementioned dress. I could go down the list for every other area of the marketplace, sir- but I think you understand by now."

He nodded, but got a slight quirk to the corners of his mouth when she called him sir. "Please, I'm just the son of one of your clients downstairs. Call me Theo," he said, then considered what she'd been speaking of before. "I can certainly understand wanting the peace. Up until I came here, I was actually in the coffee shop on the floor below this one. They have a book there on the history of this place; I've been reading it while my dad has been searching the marketplace for a vine to take home. Anyway, it filled up really quickly and wasn't good for reading anymore, so I decided to explore."

The husky nodded and examined him; she was trying to place his business at the compound. He was totally relaxed, and barely looked at her at all. She stood, and unzipped her dress, letting it fall off of her. She stepped into the tub herself, and relaxed into the jets. She gave a sigh of appreciation, and crossed her legs. "And so you found me, Theo." She boldly checked him out, trying to figure out what he wanted from her. He was attractive for a feline. The white was only on a triangle on his chest, and a cross between his eyes. What someone else might have mistaken for fat was actually luxuriously thick fur, which was stuck to him under the water and revealed his only slightly bulky frame. "I'm Aeva. So why is your father looking for a vine?"

"My mother left a few years ago, shortly after I went to college. Dad did fine by himself for a little while, but the house had become really messy, and he was eating out a lot. I moved back home when I finished my degree, and saw him like that. I insisted he do something about it to take care of himself, so here we are." He paused and opened his eyes completely to look at her. "I actually suggested he get a vine to take care of the home and a hydrangea to take care of him, but he insisted he didn't need a pleasure slave, just a service one."

Aeva nodded. It was a story she heard often. There were three kinds of volunteers that could be bought in the SO- service(grape vines), pleasure(hydrangeas), and organizational(trees of life). The ferret that she saw earlier was part of the division that was in charge of the Slave Organization- the Administrative, symbolized by pine trees. The three that were sold existed to fill the needs that anyone might have, with service slaves being sold the most, followed closely by the pleasure slaves.

"So why did he bring you with him?" She didn't ask out of rudeness, merely curiosity. Typically, potential buyers came by themselves, since the purchase of a slave was more of a personal decision than a group one. Sometimes families would come together for a vine, but only if there were children involved. Parents usually wanted their children to get along with any slaves that might be around 24/7. Theo was far too old to be part of that, though. "I mean, I can understand you insisting, but that doesn't mean you'd have to make the trip."

He stared at her for a moment, as if trying to decide what to tell her. The lull was short before he figured out what he wanted to say. "Well, his company owns this skyscraper... The top three floors are nothing but apartments, right? They're for the important people that work there. Anyway, normally the owner of the company has a tree around to be his personal assistant, but the one we have right now enjoys actually hiring someone to do that kind of work. The apartment that normally goes to that slave is currently mine, while I'm getting my Master's. Dad said I was allowed to get a slave for myself, as his graduation gift to me." He paused, and a sheepish look crossed his face, as if he understood how bizarre that sounded. "Err, well...It was more the gift of companionship. He works all the time, and he knows that having someone around can sometimes keep people from getting depressed or going crazy from stress."

That was something that Aeva understood far too well. Living there sometimes had her feeling incredibly lonely. Friends were hard to make when volunteers were bought all the time. Many times, she didn't even know what had happened to her friend for weeks; she had to hear it from their former handler. "Sounds like a fantastic, if expensive, graduation gift." She'd volunteered for the SO because she'd come from a home of poverty, and didn't have any options for higher education; she was lucky she finished high school. Her graduation gift had been to sign on the dotted line.

"You'd think, but I'm not really sure what I want. I like spending time reading, browsing the internet, walking around in nature. I spend all my time alone, so suddenly having someone around all the time might be difficult." By now, the jets had turned off, and he restarted the timer for them- just as the elevator dinged again, and another person came out to join them. A white dragon walked over, with a tray in his hand, and a grapevine wrapped around his upper arm.

He inclined his head to Aeva respectfully, and gave her a secret wink when he was sure Theo wouldn't see. He knelt down, and offered him one of the many drinks assembled on his tray. "Would you like a drink, sir?" His words were polite, but the husky heard just the tiniest hint of his trademark sarcasm. She tried not to laugh. She'd broken the rules with him many a time; he was one of her favorites around the compound. They both held the philosophy of making friends despite the temporary nature of it all, and so he was one of the only ones she had.

"Yes, thank you." Theo took one of the flutes that contained some chocolatey concoction, topped with whipped cream. "And....Err, if it's okay, give one to Aeva, too." Immediately, the husky reached out and took one of the shorter glasses that looked like it contained a slush. It was made of at least five kinds of alcohol, and tasted strongly of peaches. She loved it, and it was easily her favorite drink that the compound made. Her dragon-friend wandered off; part of his division was working as a server twice a week for two hours. He traversed the whole building, taking complimentary drinks or snacks to whatever customers he found that wanted them.

Aeva, being a hydrangea, was only required to work in the bar, as a type of escort. Hers was a lot less work, in her opinion. She and the feline were alone again, and she sipped on her drink. She scooted a little closer to Theo in the hot tub; her foot carelessly traveled up the side of his calf while she moved. She pretended it was an accident, but it was one of her favorite tricks; it was how she tested their receptivity to being solicited. She noticed the slightest jump from him; he hadn't been expecting it, but he didn't pull away. She barely contained a grin, and flexed her fingers under the water. She could sense potential entertainment if she played her cards right.

She picked up the conversation where they had left off, and her bare thigh barely touched his. She reclined back, and let the top of her breasts rise from the water. They weren't completely visible, but it was enough to tease. He took the bait; she could see him glance over to look at them. "Sounds like you have a pretty sweet deal. Free apartment, probably a free education. Your dad is willing to buy you any slave you want to keep you company. If I were you, I'd go for a pleasure volunteer instead of service. We're trained to cook and clean, too, so we can really function as both. Plus, if you go for a red-marked one like me, there's the sex placed right in your lap without any sort of courting or mess."

Every time he moved to take a drink, his elbow brushed against the side of her tits. She knew it was accidental; she'd moved into that proximity just so that it would happen. He stared at her, deep in thought, and considered her advice. "I agree, to some level. I want a girl with some brains, though, and the kind of red hydrangea I'd want makes it difficult to find someone I can relate to on an intellectual field as well." He paused to place his drink back on the side of the jacuzzi, and again, his elbow brushed against her.

"What kind of sexual services do you need, then, if you're so concerned about whether or not the girl that provides them can be smart, too?" She noticed the slight refined edge to him begin to slip away. He was scattered to begin with, but her proximity seemed to make him uncomfortable as well as it aroused him. It was visible under the water how she affected him, though she hadn't fully engaged him yet. Aeva knew it wouldn't take much more charm directed his way before he might proposition her on his own.

"Well... I enjoy it very often, and I like a submissive. More specifically, I like a submissive that's also a masochist. I like pet girls, and more kinks than I can name. I want someone who craves sex, and will beg me for it even when I don't want it." He paused and ducked his head, looking sheepish. "I know, that sounds sick. It's just always been a...Fantasy of mine, as long as I can remember desiring anything. I'm sure there's a volunteer here that could provide that part, but the other half of it I'm not sure of. How can someone be as devoted as I want, and still have a mind of their own?"

Aeva pondered that for a moment. She'd been in the compound for the better part of her service. Whenever she'd been bought, it had never been for long. She was too willful. Those who'd bought her specifically as a play pet found that she could be a naughty puppy, when really, she was just playful and mischievous. She liked the attention that she wasn't given unless she acted up. She'd often wondered if there was someone who could provide that for her- the attention she craved, as well as the ownership. She'd lived in the compound as long as possible to retain what freedom she could, but she'd started to grow bored.

"It's as simple as training. They can be completely devoted when you want it, but when you want the companionship rather than the pleasure slave... Well, I've seen it done to where there's a "switch on" and "switch off" code phrase. A master might say "you are meant to be a puppy from the moment you see me until I sleep unless told otherwise. You'll be waiting at the door for me when I arrive. But, if you hear "Dismissed", you know that you are free to behave as normal, until you hear "Heel". Then, you're back into puppy mode." See? It's easily possible." She paused in her matter-of-fact explanation, and decided that she could afford to get more comfortable with him. She adjusted herself in the water to drape one leg over his lap, reaching for her drink. She faced him completely, and smiled. "I could demonstrate, if you'd like."

He stared, enthralled by her words, with his ears partially laid back in such a way that she thought he was embarrassed. One hand rested on her calf and moved upward a little. Finally, his eyes drifted under the water to examine her bare body. His tail twitched behind him in anticipation, and he nodded. "I would enjoy that. I'm sure you're fantastic in bed, so that's not..." He cleared his throat for a moment, sounding clearly nervous. "I want to see if you can handle the kind of masochism I require."

"Well of course." She moved her leg off of his lap and hoisted herself up onto the side of the jacuzzi, letting some of the water drip off. Finally, she stood, and made her way to a small glass booth on the edge of the pavilion. She watched him exit the jacuzzi while the machine turned on, drying her fur from the water. She let him take his turn in the fur dryer while she located her dress, and zipped it back on. She shivered a bit; she loved the caress of latex on the fur and the body.

Once he was dry and clothed as well, they both started towards the dungeon. She felt the excitement buzzing between them both, even though they were silent. It had been quite a long time since she'd experienced anyone remotely sadistic; it was impressive how many people considered hair pulling and neck biting to be kinky enough. When the elevator opened to their floor, she almost skipped her way into the room. Even on the opposite end of the floor, they heard the faint echoes of the strikes on bodies, and the cries of their victims. Aeva felt her heart racing more, and she couldn't contain her grin when they walked through the doorway.

He took the lead, and she followed him to a spanking bench located on the side of the room. "Take off your dress, and get on it," he instructed her quietly. His entire demeanor had changed into one that was both thrilling and frightening. Aeva unzipped the latex once more and pushed it down her body to rest behind the piece. She crawled onto it, her knees and hands resting on the padded slats on either side. He locked her into the attached cuffs, one by one, tightening them to the specific size of her wrists. He rustled in a small box nearby, and return, slipping a latex hood over her head. It was one of the simpler ones, with holes for her ears and muzzle, so that she could breathe and still hear. It did, however, blind her. While he zipped it up in the back, he leaned down to whisper,"You have a safeword, of course. I use the green-yellow-red system. I'm going to check in with you as I go. If you're fine, 'green'. If you need me to stop and communicate with you for a few minutes but not end this entirely, 'yellow'. If you need me to stop this entirely, for any reason, and start aftercare- 'red'."

She nodded to show she understood, and she heard him walk away. She strained her ears to hear anything he was doing, and she could barely make out him speaking with the equipment manager. When he returned, it was with the sound of a heavy bag being set on the ground, and the feeling of his paw running over her backside. She heard the sigh of appreciation, and it thrilled her. Aeva normally had something to say about everything, but she was too excited to speak. Her blood rushed under her skin with the anticipation of the pain that would surely follow.

His claws extended and prickled under her fur, and she squirmed a bit, towards them. He chuckled, and withdrew his touch. She heard him rustling in the bag, and she swiveled her ears for any other sounds she could pick up, for any indication of what he might have chosen for her. She'd bottomed to a few customers before; some started out gentle, and others started with a wooden paddle or a particularly awful belt. There was no telling where this guy would start; would he warm her up, or start out rough?

She felt the air move before she felt the hit, and a solid mass hit in the dead center of her back. It was followed in sweet, rapid repetition, with another fall. It was a constant rhythm, hit after hit, and she felt the texture enough that after the third hit, she could identify it as one of the heavier floggers that the facility provided. She loved the feeling of it; it didn't sting, and it was one of the fastest ways to get her blood flowing. A pleasant buzz flowed into her brain; she tried to count each hit, but he was moving too fast. They blended together seamlessly, slowly increasing in intensity.

The entire time, she didn't make a sound. Floggings, for her, were simple. After a few more minutes of steadily increasing strength, he stopped, and she felt a paw running over her back and ass. He leaned down, and give a firm smack to her backside, whispering a question of if she was okay. She responded that she was, and he leaned back up, immediately resuming the same intensity and strength that he had left off. It climaxed in a way that led her to believe he hit as hard as he could, trying to earn a reaction from her. Finally, he got what he desired; she gasped in pleasure from the hard hits, one after another.

He stopped, and absentmindedly ran a hand over her back in a soothing way, down over her tail, to her ass. He cupped and squeezed, and she heard the rustling of him going for something else. As soon as his paw was gone, she felt a round, wooden object strike her rump. It stung more than the flogger, but she had the rush of endorphins working for her. The pain was immediately spread out, and she flinched from the unexpected hit. He chuckled, and alternated points of contact, giving her a few hard smacks all around, before he ran his paw over the struck areas.

The alternating softness of his fur and the roughness of the paddle was thrilling. She found herself arching towards him every time he withdrew, eager for the next hit. Her entire world boiled down to the rhythm of it, and her mind had a singular focus- the gift and withdrawal of the paddle. It was only small sounds that escaped her, but ones of pleasure that he seemed to thrive on. After enough time, however, he seemed dissatisfied to receive only those calls, no matter how much harder he hit her. He stopped, and leaned down to whisper into her ear, "You're such a good pain slut, hmm? Let's see how you handle my favorite tool."

He stepped back again, and she heard the sound of metal clicking, and the unmistakable noise of leather being pulled quickly. She shuddered in pleasure; she'd know that sound anywhere. She heard the whistling of it swinging down through the air, and the sharp 'snap' of a belt on her ass. He wasn't gentle; the sting it left afterward made her yelp out loud. "Count them for me, Aeva," he instructed. She responded with 'one' through barely parted lips, trying to stay just enough out of the clouds to focus. He settled into a rhythm, of hitting as soon as a number left her muzzle, and she counted ever higher. She tried not to lose count, or to become one with the cloud of bliss that made her feel incredibly warm and tingly under all her skin.

It seemed like no time passed, but she became dimly aware that the number one-hundred passed her lips. He stopped, and ran a paw over her ass, which flared in sensitivity under his touch. She pushed back into his palm, welcoming the affection. In the process, she pressed back against him as well, and felt an unmistakable erection against her bare fur. He groaned, and let the belt slide out of his fingers, landing in a coil on the floor. He'd stroke up her hips, and pull her back even more against him, until the outline of him through his pants was resting between her slit.

"You are flawless, Aeva," he whispered. She couldn't move from her position, bent over the horse as she was, and cuffed to it. She made her intentions clear, however. She rubbed back against him wantonly, unable to speak beyond a soft moan of her own. She knew he'd be able to feel the dampness of her sex; she was likely soaking through his shorts. She had not been beaten so soundly in months, perhaps even a year. Men into this kind of play took it easy on most slaves, for fear of pushing them too far.

Aeva heard the sound of rustling, and a zipper, and it woke her up just enough. "Theo, wait. My handler. You have to pay first." He groaned, but step around and knelt, scanning her collar with his phone. A few clicks later, and she knew that she'd been paid for, even if only temporarily. He stood back up and tossed his phone onto the equipment bag, and she heard him move away. She heard him behind her and the sounds of his clothing falling to the floor.

He wasted no more time. He leaned down over her, and turned her face towards him. "I should have asked first, but before... Do you want this?" He asked quietly, seriously. She kissed him by way of answer, and he gave into it. Almost as soon as he kissed her back, she felt his cock bury into her. The hand that wasn't pulling her muzzle to his was buried in her hair, and he pulled it back for leverage. He didn't move more, but his satisfied sigh into her mouth let her know his pleasure of just being in her.

She adjusted to the feeling of him inside of her, and made a soft whimper of delight. She experienced many different kinds of men, but she had a soft spot for felines. Their ridges could be uncomfortable if she wasn't ready, but this time she was soaking wet for him, and they just created a sensation that taunted her already hazy mind. Aeva pushed back against him to the best of her ability; her wrists tugged slightly on the cuffs that kept her stationary on the spanking horse.

"Theo, please, fuck me," she whispered to him, and heard a sharp intake of breath close to her ear. The fingers in her hair tightened, and she arched back when she felt his cock rapidly pistoning into her. The points on his shaft seemed to find the most sensitive parts of her, and she shuddered and cried out every time he passed over them. The soft pants he gave were music to her ears, and she couldn't help but to match her breathing to his own. It was a transcendent type of connection to him, to breathe and move as one.

She had been more of a casual red-marked volunteer for her entire experience in it, but the connection she felt to him was different. Perhaps it was just the endorphins crowding her brain, but there was something about being beaten until she was bruised and sore, and then claimed. It made her feel something she'd never felt in her career- owned. With him pumping into her, pulling her hair back to create tiny pinpricks of pain on her scalp, she could believe that he saw her as nothing more than his personal sex doll. It uninhibited her further; she found herself pushing back against him with every thrust.

"Yes, Aeva, give into me," he groaned quietly and twisted his wrist around in her hair, and pulled her almost bowed back, fully extended on her arms. They pulled against the cuffs, and rubbed through her fur against her skin. With every pump into her, his pelvis pressed against the sore and reddened spots on her ass. She was blind to the world around her; her sex wept around him, and with each movement, the barbs on his cock drove her closer and closer to the edge. Her sex clenched tighter, and he purred, sensing her getting close. "Yes, darling, come for me." The paw in her hair released, and brushed across her hip. He moved his fingers between her slit, never stopping in his rhythmic pumping. He assaulted her clit with his fingers, and she howled as her senses shattered. He didn't stop rubbing her until she was just whimpering; his panting was slightly more frenzied, as if it fed his own pleasure to feel her release.

Once she was spent, he pulled out of her and ignored the whine of protest she gave. He quickly unstrapped her from the cuffs, and pulled her up. He was demanding and fast, but surprisingly gentle. He didn't want her to pass out, after all. He'd turn her over, and she'd move as he wished, ending up with her spine against the bench and her arms cuffed once more behind her and extended. Her ankles were re-cuffed, and the position of the cuffs had her body bowed and exposed to whatever he wished. He unzipped the hood from her head, and tossed it to the floor on her dress. She noticed his eyes sparkling while he stalked back between her legs, moving slowly now, like he had all the time in the world.

She was breathing heavily, and she watched him. Her tongue ran over her lips while she saw him start to pump a paw over his cock. He deliberately stood just a small distance back from her, depriving her of his touch. Even in the dim lighting, she saw how he glistened with her fluids. Her mind was lost to her; she could only think of how she wanted him to fuck her again, until she could please him too. "I see you licking your lips, Aeva. Do you want me back inside you? Or do you want to taste me?" He watched her gaze, and her muzzle. She couldn't find the words to express what she wanted; any biting retort that would normally come so easily to her lips was far out of her thoughts. Instead, she arched up again as best as she could, and gave him a pleading whimper.

"Of course you want me inside your pussy again. You knew exactly what I wanted out of a slut, huh?" He approached her again, and slid his tip between the lips of her sex. She felt a small throbbing coming from him; she knew he couldn't resist finding his own climax before too long. True to his words, she wanted it, too. "You've been a good bitch, sweetling. I'll give you what you want." His cock slid down, and pushed back into her with no resistance. She was soaked from her previous orgasm, and the remaining endorphins pumping through her veins promised another before too long.

Four fingers pressed slightly below her hip, and his thumb circled around her clit again. His thrusting was rapid and demanding; he panted erratically, and his pumps were no longer steady, but savage. The pressure on her hip and the sensitive nub was too much for her. She howled again, arching to him. His free paw raked claws down her chest, and he'd hiss,"Yes," to her. He leaned over her, capturing one of her nipples with his tongue, silencing his own continual moans. She struggled against her bindings, and longed to touch him, and to try and keep her ass from slapping against the bench with every push from him.

He was too strong, however, and she couldn't help but feel the rough surface trigger every place he'd hurt her before. The combination of it and his assault on her while she was still sensitive left her unable to stop herself from coming again. She felt his smile against her breast, and he bit down, containing a groan as her walls clenched down around him. The teeth in her breast sparked another wave of pleasure, and her howl of release turned to silence; the feeling of ecstasy was too much. She couldn't remember how to breathe.

"Such a good girl," he murmured against her, incapable of containing another groan from the spasming of her cunt. He moved his paws to her hips, and dug his claws into them, grinding faster into her. He didn't speak again; his eyes had clouded a bit, and his instincts were pushing him to claim her fully. He bit into her other breast and growled, watching her expression as she came down from her climax. With a last shudder, and his yowl muffled by her fur, she felt his cock twitch and a warmth fill the inside of her pussy. His hips slowed into smaller, uncontrolled jerks, before he finally stilled and released her breast from his teeth.

They both shivered for a moment, and he didn't pull out, but instead began to affectionately lap at the impressions his teeth had made in her skin. She slowly started to become aware of the dungeon around them, and the sounds of other slaves and customers being struck by implements of pain and pleasure. Her field of vision expanded, and mixed in with the strikes she could now see, she heard the softer sounds of moaning and whispers. Theo's breathing had started to slow, and she focused back on him. He rested his chin on her chest, and a paw moved to stroke her hair. "Welcome back to earth, Aeva," he whispered to her, with his voice full of fondness.

She smiled and twitched her ears, gently pulling at the bonds. Suddenly their place felt wrong. She wanted to be somewhere quiet. She became aware of the pain in her ass and the soreness in her joints, and she was cold. As if he was aware of this, he slid out of her, and knelt to remove her cuffs. He helped her sit up and move off the horse, and settled her onto a nearby couch. He'd look into her eyes, bending to her level. He stroked a strand of hair away from her face. "I will be right back and we'll go somewhere else."

He turned in the equipment he'd borrowed and came back before she could process much thought. He belted his pants again, and had her dress in one hand. He helped her stand and lead her off to the lounge that was on the same floor. No one batted an eye at her nakedness; it was normal to see the slaves wandering around completely nude. They found a remote couch and settled down onto it; he waved down a service slave, and within minutes they had a glass of orange juice, a protein bar, and a blanket for Aeva. She sipped on the glass and felt somewhat better, and he pulled her to his side and petted her hair.

"So did I demonstrate well enough?" She looked up at him, and her eyes twinkled in amusement. With the blanket over both of them, and the food and juice in her system, she felt almost back to normal, if just a bit tired. The time that had passed felt like a blur, and the memory of her beating and their sex was clouded with the high from the pain rush. She was certain however, that she had not failed to receive anything he had wanted to give.

"Yes, Aeva, you did." The feline kissed her for a few moments, his lips barely caressing across hers. "In fact, you impressed me. I haven't met a girl ever before who could take the kind of hits you did without a sound." He slid an arm over to her backside, gently probing the skin. "I'm sure you'll have a few welts and be bruised for at least a week. That's not the hardest I've played, but to see what you could handle, it more than sufficed."

The canine felt a sharp sense of pride shoot through her, and a warmth she couldn't describe. She had been practicing in the dungeon for years there; she felt like she had worked to become what could live up to his expectations. "I'm glad I could be of service." His words caught up to her, and she realized the full meaning of what he might be saying. "So...What are you saying?" Her mind replayed their initial conversation, and then the events. She realized her proposition might have been taken as an audition for his collar.

"I'm saying that you were right; there is a volunteer out there who can give me what I need. What I want." Theo continued to pet her hair, and looked down to search her eyes. "I'm sure there are others besides you; that's what you meant, when you spoke with me about it, I'm sure. Don't look so surprised; remember, when we pay, we see your stats. I saw the date of your resell when finding the pay option." His fingers threaded in her hair, and he tilted her head up, so he could caress her throat. "However, I was watching you very carefully. You let me take you to space and hold you there. For a few moments, you were mine, in the way that I crave to see from a pet. I think that you looked relieved, to feel like that. I can make you feel owned, Aeva, for more than just a minute. I think if I bought you, fully, then I could give you what you crave as much as you give me what I was looking for."

Aeva stared at him for just a moment. Her initial reaction was to say no, but the last thing he said made her stop. She hadn't been owned in so long, and she did recall the fleeting sensation of being one with him, of belonging to him. It had been wonderful to give herself up. Hadn't that been what she'd sought when she joined the Organization? The canine searched his face, trying to decide what it was that she wanted. "You did show me something I needed, yes. The entire reason I became a volunteer was to feel that. Maybe you could give me a reason to enjoy a collar, but what if it turns out that you're not the owner I need, or I'm not the slave you want?"

He exhaled, and considered his words carefully. "I'd help you find a new compound, and resell you. No hard feelings, no stalling. If you promise to be honest with me about your needs, I will do the same. We can start off with an agreement period of... One month. At the end of it, we'll discuss how things have been, and either add more time, or search for your new home. Is that agreeable?"

She nodded, and he smiled in response, and kissed her slowly and affectionately. "Then it's settled. Why don't you go get dressed, and I'll take care of the paperwork, and take you home?" She nodded one more time, and rose, still with the blanket wrapped around her. She smiled and rose, moving slowly towards the dorms. For the first time, the idea of being owned filled her with elation, and a pool of arousal and warmth in her stomach.

Aeva felt like she was both ending a story, and starting a new one that she couldn't wait to see unfold.