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Natani shifted uncomfortably somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, in her cabin on Eric's ship. She had said goodbye to Flora and Trace a few nights before, as well as Keith, who had been summoned back to the Basidian Isles along with his entourage, and it had been made clear to him in no uncertain terms that visitors would not be welcome this time. This left the brown wolf Keidran as the only passenger on the ship of the lecherous slave trader. Right now she had no plans but to seek out her brother, Zen, and return to their old business as assassins. Unfortunately, the mind link between them had been severed some time ago, so she had almost no idea where to start. Eric had promised to let her stay on board for a while, at least until they'd make it to the next port, but she never fully trusted the blond human and only stayed because it wasn't safe for a lone Keidran to wander on her own in the human-controlled territories.

Natani stirred. Something didn't feel quite right, it was some strange sensation in the back of her head, but in her drowsy state she couldn't begin to guess what it was. She opened her eyes and startled back with a yelp when she saw Eric sitting across the room, staring right at her. The blond human was lounging in a chair at the foot of the bunk, smiling cheerfully at her like nothing was wrong.

“What's the hell, Eric?! You almost caused me a heart attack!"

The human seemed unperturbed. “I was just summing up my expenses for this trip while I was waiting for you to get up," he said, still smiling disarmingly at her. “It would appear that I've suffered some major unexpected losses in the past few weeks that I've been hauling Trace and his merry band around the seas.

"How's that my problem, exactly?" Natani grumbled, “and why you felt the need to share it just after I woke up? And besides, didn't Trace pay you a fair sum for those slaves that you lost?"

"By the current market value, maybe, but it hardly covered the expenses of this wasted journey, or the price of the work they would have done in my service for the next several years. And, when it comes down to it, my dear, your friends have all bailed out, so I'm afraid that you are the one left to remunerate my expenses," Eric explained. “It's not fair, I know, but such is business, I'm afraid."

Natani only felt more annoyed at the man's explanation. “Your deal was with Trace, not me, so complain to him about your lost money the next time you see him," she said, scowling. “I have no coin left, as you well know, so get out and let me get dressed. If you want me off your ship, then I'll be out as soon as we hit the shore, and you can get back at your precious profits!"

"I'm afraid that I have already made the necessary arrangements, my dear," the human chuckled. “There's only one thing left on this ship left to reimburse my losses, and I'm sure you're starting to wake up enough to realize what it is."

Natani was dazed for a second. Surely the slaver didn't imagine that he had any hope of getting her to pay with her body. She had never made any contract with the man and didn't owe him a single coin, let alone whatever lewd carnal favors he had in mind. But that train of thought was stopped when the nagging sense of discomfort she had felt since waking up finally started to focus in her groggy mind; a chafing sensation around her neck. Her hand flew to the offending spot, discovering a metallic collar that had been locked around her throat while she slept.

"You bastard!" she screamed, lunging from under the covers at the man. "Take this damn thing off or I tear your throat with my bare hands!"

Her attempted assault was cut short by a muscle spasm in her thigh that got her caught in the blankets and sent her naked body sprawling to the floor. Eric, untroubled by her aggression, stood up, offering his hand to help her up.

"Now, now," the blond human said, "let's not make this any more uncomfortable than it has to be. You don't have to take this as a defeat, think of it more as an opportunity to make the best of yourself."

Natani had woken up enough to realize that the magic in the slave collar around her neck would prevent her from harming the human in any way, and that was only the start of its insidious effects. But she still wasn't going to take this treatment lying down, so she made a slapping motion towards his hand, even though she knew it wouldn't connect.

"You don't have the right to do this!" she barked. “You can't just enslave a free Keidran without consequences! The humans have laws about this sort of thing."

"You're right," Eric said, “This would have been a lot more complex affair in most places, but it just so happens that while you slept we've crossed the border to a region that has suffered many unfortunate instances of wolf guerrilla attacks, so the local lord has decreed that any wolf Keidran found wandering around without a letter of safe conduct can be killed or enslaved by anyone with the means to do so. He even offers money for ears and pelts," he added gleefully.

Natani's own ears drooped. She had heard of such extreme practices being put in place where the asymmetrical war between Keidrans and humans had been worst, but she and her brother had always steered clear from the worst of such conflict zones. She wouldn't have dreamed that one had been close enough for her host to cook up this scheme.

“But I am not even from here," she pleaded with a sudden whimpering tone in her voice, “I've never done anything to those humans."

“I'm afraid that one wolf looks no different from the other, as far as they are concerned. And you really shouldn't take this so roughly," Eric added, as he noticed tears forming in the she-wolf's eyes, “this could be your best chance to improve your lot from that miserable existence that you've been leading."

“You think that I'd just suddenly love being a slave thanks to this collar?" Natani snarled.

“Hardly, but you have to admit, there isn't much future for your kind in the wild. You are constantly fighting against humans and each other, and year by year you have less to fight for. In your former line of work all you'd have to wait for is a shallow grave. As my slave you can enjoy safety and comfort to the end of your days, which will certainly be longer than out there."

Natani paused to consider. Eric's words seemed so sensible and benign, like he was truly concerned for her well-being. She thought of Kathrin, Eric's mixed-breed slave girl who didn't seem to have a care in the world, save for her unrequited crush for her master. She recalled the old days with her brother, having to scrape off a living from killing others, always living on knife's edge, and the extra concern for hiding her sex from her own kind. Was that life truly better than slavery in the hands of a good master? She shook her head, trying to focus. This wasn't right! This was the collar's magic at work, subverting her thoughts and feelings, molding her into a servile pet for the human.

“Please," she pleaded with her last vestige of free will, “just take it off. I'd be a terrible slave!"

Eric's smug smile turned gentle as he stared right to her teary eyes. “Shh," he said, “everything's going to be fine. I'll teach you all about it."

He once again extended his hand, but this time it went on top of her head, and began scratching her behind the ears. “Good girl," he said, “I promise you'll make a great slave."

Natani moaned in bliss. She didn't know which felt better, the condescending gesture of affection or the praise that the man was giving her, even though she had done nothing to deserve either. She could feel her resistance crumbling, her mind giving in to the collar's demands. A need to please the owner of that soothing voice overcame her and demanded her full attention.

Seeing the brown she-wolf relaxing and her eyes growing vacant, Eric removed his hand from her head and cupped her chin. “Now dear," he said, “why don't you get back on that bed on all fours, so I can give you my first lesson?"

Hesitantly Natani got up and crawled on the bed as Eric had instructed, lowering her head and spreading her legs without further instructions. The wolf Keidran suddenly felt incredibly self-conscious about her nude state. Even though she no longer had a reason to hide her gender, a lifetime of enforced modesty rebelled against the lewd display she was giving to the human.

Eric stopped to admire his conquest for a moment. The she-wolf was not like most Keidran he had claimed over the years; she had grown in the wild, fighting for survival, and her toned, muscular body, evident even through her fur coat, was a testament to that fact. Still, her supple femininity was just as self-evident, he thought as he followed the voluptuous curve of her large breasts and their quickly hardening brown nipples, and proceeded to admire her elegantly curving back and finally her supple, round bottom. She was truly a diamond in the rough, ripe for taming. He only stopped with a frown when he noted that her fluffy tail, rather than being raised invitingly, was meekly placed between her legs, as if to protect her modesty.

“Now what's the matter, girl?" the slaver gently asked, firmly cupping her furry buttock with his hand, “I can't very well inspect my new property when it doesn't cooperate, now can I? Be a good girl and you'll get a nice reward."

Natani whimpered. “Yes, Master Eric," she said and slowly lifted her tail. Eric raised his eyebrows as he saw that her pussylips had already parted, revealing their pink, glistening insides, and their wetness had made her silky crotchfur glisten in the cabin's dim light. And above them the pucker of her tailhole was twitching expectantly.

“Well, you get excited easily," he chuckled. “I don't think it's quite yet the time for wolves to go in heat," he said as he shifted his hand, appreciating the soft smoothness of the fur protecting the Keidran's most private area and moved to open his new pet's tight vulva even further with his fingers, while teasing the bud of her clitoris with his thumb. Natani let out a half-suffocated moan in response, trying in vain to retain what little was left of her composure.

“A pity, though, I had expected to demonstrate my very best techniques for getting a reluctant Keidran in the mood. Who would have thought that the most prudish animal to have ever traveled on my ship was a dirty slut under all those robes and bindings, hmm?" he added smugly as he gently started pumping his index and middle fingers in and out of the helpless she-wolf's shuddering hole. The wolf's vocalizations had turned into continuous moans as she needily arced her back and lifted her tail even further.

Natani was in a state of ecstasy. Whether it was the collar's doing or her own, long-suppressed instincts, she didn't know or care. Just being praised by Eric had made her wet and needy in a way she had never felt before, and unlike the many times she had gone through her estrus unwilling and unfulfilled, now she was being satisfied to her fullest by the blond slaver. Her fingers and toes curled, clinging to the bedding, as she prepared to the oncoming climax, when the human unexpectedly drew back his fingers. The sudden emptiness in her nethers was pure torture, and she looked back, whimpering wordlessly for release as Eric experimentally rubbed his wet fingers together.

“Now, now," the human said, “the first lesson of the day is that it's up to the master when the slave's allowed to climax. And it wouldn't do for my new property to get too excited before I've even tested her out properly, now would it?"

As he spoke, Eric untied the belt of his crimson dressing gown and casually let it slip on the floor. Natani had never seen a human naked before and under normal circumstances she wouldn't probably found one very appealing. His almost hairless body looked alien to her and his build was scrawny, albeit handsome and symmetrical, compared to wolf warriors. In her current condition, however, her sole attention was on his erect penis, which looked more than adequate in size to satisfy any Keidran.

“Now, what do you say, my pet?" Eric asked as he climbed on the bed, roughly fondling her behind.

“Please," Natani whimpered, “put it in me, I need it!"

Eric chuckled to himself. The proud wolf assassin had been reduced to a whimpering bitch in the matter of minutes. It was a pity that he was forced to rely on a crude method like the mind control collar to get her into this position, but this was a business arrangement, however pleasurable, and he couldn't afford to play his favorite seduction games with this female. Without another word he began to rub his cock experimentally against Natani's wet entrance and then, without a warning, suddenly plunged himself deep into her.

The Keidran yelped in surprise, as she felt the human roughly intrude her most innermost depths. The sensation was simultaneously the most pleasurable she had ever felt and the most uncomfortable she could imagine. Although she had lost her hymen long ago to her strenuous lifestyle, she had always hid away her estrus in her years living as a male. And though the frustration of unfulfilled heat was all too familiar to her, she had not been prepared for its solution.

Eric continued to pound the squirming she-wolf's cunt in strong, steady thrusts, holding tight to her nicely curved hips. He knew the most elegant lovemaking techniques to bring female Keidrans to heights of pleasure, but he knew that the best way to break in a new slave was to show her in no uncertain terms who held the leash in bedroom and outside it, and feeling a previously independent creature helplessly squirming under him was an aphrodisiac that he couldn't resist.

Natani's heart was pounding in her chest as she felt inner muscles she hadn't even been aware of aching and contracting around Eric's girth, but as strange as the intrusion was, her discomfort couldn't hold candle to the pleasurable heat that emanated from the human's every thrust. She clawed at the sheets with her fingers, trying to steady herself against his pounding rhythm, and found herself responding to his thrusts, trying to take in as much of his cock as possible.

Without a warning the human suddenly stopped humping her, grabbed her left breast and pulled her head off the mattress.

“There's a good girl," he whispered in her ear, “who's your master?"

“You are," she whimpered desperately, “please, don't stop."

“All you Keidrans are the same, aren't you? Just brainless, horny animals who need a good human master to keep you in check."

"Yes!" she yelped.

“I'm not going to fuck this tight cunt for a second further, no matter how much you beg," he said, slowly pulling his hard cock out of Natani's wet hole. “If you want release, you'd better earn it differently."

“Anything!"

“Well then, ask nicely and I just might uncork that nice, virgin ass of yours," the slaver laughed, already rubbing his thumb around the helpless she-wolf's tailhole.

Natani whimpered meekly. Even if the slave collar wasn't influencing her mind, she was too far gone not to do anything to get the man provide her release.

“Please, just do it!" she groaned.

“Do what, my pet?"

“Please, fuck my ass, Master Eric!" she cried out, defeated.

“Very well, sweetie, here I come!"

Eric took his cock in his hand and aimed it at Natani's tight rosebud. It was wet with the Keidran's pussy juices and after just a moment of applying pressure his cockhead popped inside, provoking a yelp of pain from the squirming she-wolf. “This is just the beginning," he groaned, smiling, “it's going to go a lot deeper than this."

Natani could only moan wordlessly in response as the human slowly but relentlessly fed his cock in the helpless wolf's tight bottom. Finally, he was hilted at the tip and began thrusting anew up her newly conquered hole. Simultaneously he began rubbing the Keidran's protruding clit with his left hand and grabbed the back of the Keidran's head with the right, and pushed it down to the mattress, leaning over her as she sobbed and gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain under his ministrations.

“Good girl," he groaned in her ear, “good animal, good bitch..." he continued with every unyielding thrust. Eventually he couldn't hold back any more. He draped himself completely over the female and began to pump faster down the tight hole under her tail, while shoving his fingers as deep in her pussy as they could reach, making her howl in climax, partially muffled by the pillow she was pushed against, and moments later Eric groaned as he released a load of his sperm deep into the prone wolf's rectum.

Natani laid flat on her belly, barely conscious in the afterglow of her orgasm, her pussy and tailhole sore from Eric's ministrations, the latter slowly contracting back to its normal tightness, leaking cum on the sheets of her bed. She came to her senses only when the human shook her shoulder gently.

“Don't get too comfortable, there, my pet" he said, tying his robe back on. “Get yourself cleaned up thoroughly and then come to my cabin. As fun as it would be, neither of us can afford to lounge around all day. And throw those rags of yours overboard while you're at it, you won't be needing them ever again."

Having said his piece, the human squeezed Natani's ass one more time and strode off from her cabin, leaving the Keidran alone with her thoughts. When Eric was gone, the effect that the enchanted collar had on her was reduced, and she was once more able to think clearly. She rolled off the bed to the floor and experimentally tugged on the piece of metal around her neck, even though she knew it was no use. The collar had been irrevocably attached to her, now; unless some outside force would break the spell it would never come off her again. With a sigh she resigned herself to the fact that there was nothing she could do, except wait for a miracle, and got up to fulfill her new master's latest commands.

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“Enter," Eric said as he heard knock on his cabin's door. He turned in his chair and smiled briefly as he saw Natani at the open doorway. The tall she-wolf looked smaller than her actual height as she bashfully tried to cover her nethers with her tail under the gaze of her owner.

“Stand up straight!" he commanded and scribbled Natani's estimated height on his notebook as she hastily obeyed, comparing her to the notches on the side of the door.

“Good girl. Now get in, I have some measurements to take."

For the next few minutes Natani was subjected to a thorough investigation. Eric started by taking her bodily measurements from the length of her thighs to the size of her bust, meticulously writing them down, while ordering his pet in various uncomfortable positions in the process. The Keidran sighed in relief when he announced that this part was done, but what followed was even worse. The slaver told her to lift her feet one at a time to feel her callused footpads, followed by a study of her palms. Then he told her to kneel and opened her jaw with his hands without warning, shoving a finger inside, first to feel across her teeth as she whimpered in humiliation, and then sticking it as deep in her throat as he could fit for a few seconds, making her gag in pain. Every single inspection was followed by more scribbled notes, and Natani could only imagine what they entailed and how they would determine her future.

“Now, bend over the desk with your legs spread and lift your tail as high as you can," Eric commanded. For a moment Natani thought that the ordeal was over and that he was going to reprise what they had done in her cabin, but then realized that the slaver hadn't dropped his cold, businesslike tone that he had taken when the inspection had started. Silently she obeyed, and sure enough, the fingers of the human weren't there to entice her to the heights of pleasure as they began to prod her vagina, but giving it the same dispassionate study as the rest of her body had been subjected to. She yelped when she felt a cold, metal object penetrate her, but Eric shushed her quiet.

The speculum went in deeper than Eric's cock had been and tears of discomfort and humiliation welled in the Keidran's eyes as she endured the assault. Then the instrument was withdrawn as quickly as it had entered, and more scribbles were made to the notebook. Natani was about to relax when suddenly Eric's finger began to prod her anus open. No amount of willpower was able to silence the she-wolf's grunts and whimpers as the human pushed and twisted his long digit deep into her tailhole. Then he withdrew, but only to lubricate his hand with some kind of grease, and pushed in again, this time with two fingers, as Natani grabbed the desk's far edge to keep her claws from scratching the polished wood in her anguish.

Finally, after what had felt like an eternity Eric withdrew for good, leaving Natani panting against the drool and tear-soaked piece of furniture in relief.

“Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" the human said, returning to the friendly, comforting tones that the Keidran was more familiar with. “You can get down on your knees, now. I have some calculations that I have to make, but—"

He fell silent for a second, looking at his hand absentmindedly and then chuckled a bit. “It looks like I need a bit of cleaning up first. Lick these up for me, girl," he said, presenting his fingers that had been deep in Natani's ass. They weren't visibly soiled, the Keidran had dutifully cleaned herself thoroughly before the inspection, but she could smell her own musky tang on them, and only the magic of her collar kept her from recoiling in disgust. Slowly, forcing herself to act, she leaned to the human's extended digits and brought her tongue down on them, licking them individually with as much precision as she could muster. Finally, she suckled down on their entire length and looked up pleadingly at the smirking human.

“That's good enough," he said, withdrawing his hand from her and drying it on the edge of his coat. “Now, stay there for a moment while I figure out what you are good for."

Natani knelt in silence as Eric sat back to his desk and began to furiously scribble more on his notebook, apparently making calculations based on the measurements that he had taken earlier, while occasionally leaning back to think for a few seconds before resuming his work. All the while the Keidran could feel her legs growing numb in the submissive posture she was unaccustomed to, and her mind wandered to what the human might do with her. She knew that the slaver was unusually fond of female Keidrans and wondered if she would end up serving in his personal harem, somewhere, but why would he bother with an uncouth she-wolf captured from the wild when he could find his pleasure from countless of soft sex slaves trained to the art of love since cubhood? She shuddered involuntarily as she imagined herself being sold for a pittance to a salt mine, toiling her days away under the whip of some brute and being raped every night by her fellow slaves. Or being deemed completely worthless and getting skinned alive for her pelt before some depraved audience of Keidran-hating sadists.

She almost jumped in fright when Eric interrupted these dark thoughts by audibly slamming his notebook shut.

“Well," he said neutrally as Natani looked up at him. “It seems that I have both good news and bad news. The bad news is that I can't keep you all to myself. The whole point of, ahem, acquiring you was to curb my losses after this venture, and while I never say no to a new, sexy Keidran between my sheets, it just wouldn't be a sound business practice to keep you there for good. The good news, on the other hand, is that I don't have to sell you to make profit," he beamed. “Based on your anatomy you'll make an excellent breeder, and though I wish you'd be a couple of years younger, I can still get back all my losses and then some from your progeny if I play my cards right!"

Natani could only gape as Eric lined out her future. A breeder? She had never given a single thought to the idea of having offspring, before. All those years she had perceived herself as a male due to her damaged soul, and even after the ailment had been inadvertently been fixed, the possibility hadn't even entered her head. Her work had been all that she'd ever known and being an assassin didn't exactly fit together with domestic life, even if there had been a (biologically compatible, she added to herself, thinking of Keith) male to get involved with. And now her master was declaring reproduction as her new purpose in life. Her mind reeled at the implications, even though the collar was effectively preventing any sort of resistance.

If Eric had noticed her shock, he didn't seem to care.

“I own a share in a Keidran breeding kennel just a few days sail away, in Knockford. It's a very respectable place; I'm sure that you'll be right at home, there. And I come and see you from time to time, of course, and your little ones."

Natani could do nothing but meekly lower her head in acceptance and hope in the deepest corner of her mind that was still her own that something unexpected in the next days could spare her from the life of a breeding slave.