Chapter 1 - Getting What I want
Their Lives In Bondage
By DaRai
Chapter 1 -- Getting what I want
Wealth can be such a wonderful thing. You never have to worry about working, never having to worry about where your next meal will come from, and never having to worry about working all day long for a meager salary. Wealth leaves you with many open options. It leaves you financially independent. It leaves you free to make something of yourself without worry of failure because you have money to fall back on. It leaves you with a lot of free time. My wealth was passed down to my by my father. He owned several tax and investment firms and was very successful in his life. So successful that I never had to work a day in my life, and I never will. His success has brought to me a lot of time to myself for self exploration and discovery. One of the things I discovered is that I, like my father before me, have developed a certain liking for a most peculiar hobby. I am, like my father before me, a slave owner. A master, if you will. My father owned several slaves, but sold all but one before his untimely death. I miss him terribly because he taught me all that I know. But from his death, I inherited everything. His firms, his wealth, and his last remaining slave.
The warm water pelted my fur as I ran a bar of soap over my arms and chest. After a short while I put some shampoo into the hair on my head and worked it into a good lather. I let the soap drain off of my body as I scrubbed the hair on my head with the shampoo suds. I looked towards the shower curtain and saw that I was not alone in the bathroom. It was no different than any other day. My companion is a female Persian morph. My father's last remaining slave, and his favorite. Her name is Purrsia. She sat there, waiting patiently for me to finish my morning shower. She is the oldest slave in my "collection". Along with her, I have only a few others, all females. There is an Eevee morph, Eve, a Pikachu morph, Trisha, and a Pidgeotto morph, Skye.
I let their images pass through my mind as I rinsed my body one last time. I cut off the water and stepped out. The bathroom walls were all mirrors so that I could look at the near perfection of my body. I stand a solid 6'1" with a well built and well maintained body, dark blue eyes, and jet black hair. My father was a Raichu, and I followed in his footsteps and evolved into one as well. I turned my attention to Purrsia as she was already moving towards me with a towel in hand. I watched her as she carefully dried me off, making sure to pay attention to detail. When all but my hair was dry, I snatched the towel from her and started rubbing it against the hair on my head.
"Purrsia, what's on my agenda for today?" I asked through the towel.
She made no hesitation as she began to speak the activities on my calendar from memory.
"You have a board meeting this morning at ten-thirty. Also, your new slave is scheduled to arrive today." She stated. "Other than that, you have an open schedule, master."
I continued drying my hair, but stopped when she mentioned a new slave. I didn't remember buying a new slave.
"New slave? Since when?" I asked.
"Master, you made the purchase a week ago." She handed me a dossier.
I opened the dossier and saw a picture of a fine young female Umbreon morph. The file stated that her name was simply "Raven". The memory of the purchase came to mind. This one was the one I purchased over the phone. There was no face to face meeting.
"Ah yes. I remember now. She had a good price. How could I pass it up?" I stated as I gave the file back to Purrsia.
"Master, I must express my concern. Her price was well below the norm. She could be used property, or there may be a problem with her." Purrsia said.
"Yes, yes, I realize that. Is my suit ready?" I said in a dismissive tone.
"Yes master." She replied in a submissive tone.
It wasn't long before I was dressed and being groomed by my personal hair dresser. She worked quickly, but professionally. She is definitely worth the money I pay her. She seemed to know exactly how I want my hair to look : tied back with a small single tuft hanging over my forehead. She clipped off a few too long hairs and smoothed the pony-tail.
"Perfect." She exclaimed when her deed was done.
I inspected my hair in a mirror she had handed to me.
"Looks good. Thanks." I said as I dismissed her.
I picked up Raven's dossier and headed for the front door. A doorman immediately opened the door and I found myself standing on a red carpet that lead to a 2002 Monte Carlo stretch limousine. A custom job, and expensive, but one is allowed to splurge every now and then. Purrsia had been following me the whole time, as she was expected to. I barely notice her anymore. I didn't turn my head as I spoke.
"When she arrives, immediately place her in the holding cell. Do not, I repeat do not do anything else. I will be the one to inspect with her first." I said as I headed to the limo.
"Yes master." She answered as she watched me walk to the car.
The drive into the city was long and dull. Nothing interesting was on the radio so I busied myself by reading and re-reading Raven's dossier. I grinned as I imagined the fun I would have with her. I memorized her physical description and let the picture of her be burned into my memory. I could picture her in many different positions, all of them extraordinarily delicious. I found myself becoming aroused at just the thought of her. Once the car found its way to its destination, I was led to the conference room on the roof of the building. The room was splendid, as it should be because it was my father's personal conference room. It was decorated with many paintings by the great masters of the early renaissance. My father always liked that kind of thing, artsy decorations. I didn't much care either way. A blank wall is just as good as an expensive painting, in my opinion.
I looked around the table at all the old goats who served as the heads of the firms that my father once owned. They promptly started the meeting. The meeting itself was boring to me. This firm increased production, that firm's stock is up, this is being done, this is being phased out. It was just a routine status meeting. As if I cared. As long as these guys continued doing what they were supposed to, I had nothing to worry about. The meeting dragged on. A younger associate was giving a speech. His voice was nervous and he was fumbling with his flow-charts.
I wasn't even paying attention. My attention was on Raven's dossier. The more I read it, the more ideas came to my mind. I also began thinking about Purrsia's concerns. Raven's price was rather cheap. I wondered at the reason. Perhaps she's sickly? Or maybe she's just rebellious. That had to be it. She must have been deemed un-trainable and discarded. I inwardly smiled and prayed for that. I love a good challenge.
"Sir? What do you think of the proposal?" One of the partners asked.
I looked up at the younger associate and then over at his flow-chart. I stood up. Time to make this look good, I thought. I walked over to the young associate and placed my hand on his shoulder.
"You are an intelligent young man. Your ideas are fresh, new, and inspired." I said as I turned to the rest of the group. "The future of our business rests on the shoulders of our junior associates. The plans and proposals that come from these young men should be given top priority. Let's go with his proposal."
I patted his shoulder.
"And keep up the good work." I said to him.
He let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief and visibly relaxed. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
"Relax. It's not as difficult as it seems." Was all I said and then I turned to the rest of the group. "If there's nothing else, I'd like to adjourn."
None of the others argued. I walked out of the conference room with Raven's dossier in my hand a self satisfied smirk on my face. Let them chew on that for awhile, I thought. That young associate is probably going to get promoted, thanks to my sponsorship. But it doesn't matter. All that matters to me right now is this new girl. All the while I was in that meeting, I was slowly becoming obsessed with her.
She lingered in the back of my mind as I walked around the office building, meeting managers and other young associates, shaking hands, giving praise, making it look like I was taking an active part in their work. The usual corporate bullshit. Once the bureaucratic niceties were complete, I made my way back to the limo and instructed the drive to take me home. The drive was as dull as it was coming up here. But now I had the dossier memorized and so I closed my eyes and reviewed it over and over in my head and at the same time imagined more and more things to do to her. I was able to imagine her being hung by her wrists, wearing a thin latex suit while I tore it open bit by bit from a distance with a whip. Thinking of all that made the ride seem to go faster, and after what seemed like only a short while, my door opened and I sat looking up at Purrsia who was holding my door open. I stepped out and walked into the mansion. Once inside, I whirled around to face Purrsia.
"Well? Did she arrive?" I asked with only a hint of anxiety in my voice.
"I'm sorry master, she has not come yet." Purrsia replied in an overly apologetic tone.
I turned around and headed up the stairs.
"Damn it. What's taking them so long?" I asked.
"I don't know master." Purrsia replied from behind me.
I stopped and turned to face her.
"Get on the phone and find out. I want her here ASAP." I said.
She instantly turned and walked briskly away to find a telephone. I watched her exit the room and then I turned and entered my bedroom to get out of this God forsaken suit.
Three days passed and still no word about Raven arrived. As was to be expected, I was a bit put off at this. I sat at my desk, writing in my journal. As usual my mind drifted to Raven, as now I had gotten all the information that I could get. She was of perfect health, both physically and mentally. From that small bit of information I was able to deduce that her cheap price was because of her attitude, that she was indeed deemed un-trainable. That thought brought me some joy and even more anxiety. Now I wanted her more than ever. The challenge of breaking this one would be great.
Purrsia could not get any information or get a hold of the seller. Needless to say, this infuriated me, and everyone one knew it. Eve, Trisha, and Skye had made themselves scarce and even Purrsia was keeping a decent distance from me, for fear of me lashing out with my anger. And indeed I wanted to lash out. I wanted to make my anger known to all. The anger and rage built up so much that I felt I would explode. I wanted an explanation and I felt that if I didn't get one, someone had to pay.
Someone had to be punished.
It was the evening of the fourth day after Raven was supposed to arrive, and still no sign of her or word from the seller. I felt that if I didn't do something, I would have a breakdown. Purrsia did her best to not give her usual attitude, and everyone else stayed out of my way. It even got to a point where I had to dismiss Purrsia for an hour so I could be alone to sort things in my head. That didn't help.
Night fell and I found myself laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling through the darkness. I was fuming. It's one of my flaws. When I get angry I just hold it in and don't act out, but when I do, it's swift and painful. It was time to lash out. I pushed a button on a nearby console. The door to my room opened and Purrsia stood there, half asleep.
"Purrsia. Fetch me Trisha." I said.
She promptly turned and walked away from my room, after quietly closing the door. I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling again and waited for Trisha to arrive. After a few minutes there came a soft knock at the door.
"Come in." I stated.
The door slowly opened and Trisha stood there. She looked to be on the verge of tears, and she had good reason to. She knew what was going to happen to her. This would not be the first time I had called for her when I was upset over something and needed someone to let out my anger on. I picked her because she was the one I always made an example of. Why? Because she's the youngest of the group. She's only eighteen years of age. I sat up and looked at her. The look on her face told me she wanted to be anywhere but here. But I didn't care. I got out of the bed and marched over to her. Purrsia was standing behind her with a self satisfied smirk on her face.
"Go to bed Purrsia." I said, not wanting to give her the pleasure of seeing me have my way with Trisha, which happened to be one of Purrsia's favorite activities.
"Yes master." She said as she bowed her head and walked back to her room.
I took Trisha by her arm and thrust her to the center of my room. She was able to keep her balance and turned to face me, eyes cast downward. I closed the door and approached her. Her breath was coming out in short, nervous pants. I smirked. I love it when they fear me.
"Strip." I commanded.
She immediately began removing her night clothes which consisted of her night gown and a pair of panties. She stood naked before me. I was wearing only my boxers, and a tent was already formed due to my hardened member. I could see that she was eyeing the lump in my shorts, and I was more than happy to give her a close up view. I grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and thrust her downward. She cried out and quickly fell to her knees. With my other hand I pushed the waistband of my shorts down, freeing my hard cock from its cotton prison. I pushed it against her lips.
"Suck." I commanded.
She immediately opened her mouth and took the entire length into her mouth. I kept my grip on the hairs on the back of her head and directed her rhythm by pulling her head towards me and pulling back on her hair. She let out a few whimpers as I pulled at her hair. I, on the other hand, did not make a sound as she diligently serviced my manhood with her lips. I kept her going at a steady pace before I finally pulled her off of me. Then I pulled her up to her feet and then pushed her towards my bed. She fell just short of it and almost hit her head.
"Get up." I said in a firm tone of voice.
She immediately got to her feet. I smirked and shoved her again and this time she fell back on the bed. I flipped her over and I wasted no further time as I grabbed her legs and forced them open. Another smirk formed on my lips as I forcefully shoved my rock hard cock into her and began pumping her furiously. She howled as I pumped into her with such a fury. I moved my cock back and forth into her at a fast and hard pace throughout the entire event while I pushed down on her back, forcing her face into the mattress. I reveled in her agony as I continued ravaging her. Her cries of pain slowly morphed into moans of pleasure as the pain finally subsided to pleasure. But I had been pumping too fast for her to gain but a small amount of pleasure. I pulled my cock out of her, stroked off furiously, and shot my hot seed onto her back. I then plopped down on the bed and moved around next to her. She quietly whimpered as I lay down next to her. She would be quite sore in the morning, and I would have to think of a way to reward her for her good behavior during my angst period. But what bothered me is that doing this did not make me feel as good as I wanted to be. My mind was still focused on Raven.
The next day my mood did not lighten until late in the afternoon. I was standing before a bondage table, upon which I had Trisha naked and strapped down by her wrists and ankles. Two large vibrators buzzed loudly in her tail hole and pussy. I had to admit, this girl, even as young as she is, has an incredible amount of stamina. She had just completed a fifth climax and was already building up to a sixth one. She kept begging me over and over to never turn the vibrators off, begging for more pleasure, begging for more climaxes. For a short while I considered letting her have all she wanted. She seemed to be comfortable where she was, as if it was natural for her to be in that position. I watched her face as it contorted and twisted as the ecstasy built. The sounds of the buzzing mixed with her moans filled the air. Her body suddenly began shuddering as she cried out when her sixth climax hit. But the reward ended with her sixth climax. I turned off the vibrators and pulled them out of her. She quietly whimpered in protest, but I ignored it. I removed the straps from her wrists and ankles. Then I gently patted her on the head.
"Good girl." I said.
She looked overjoyed to have my approval. I smirked. The door behind me opened and Purrsia stepped in. She did not want to watch Trisha being rewarded. It's one of her quirks. "Master. She's here." Purrsia stated with a slight undertone of annoyance.
I turned around to face her, hoping that she meant that Raven had finally arrived.
"Who's here?" I asked, the impatience showing clear through.
"Raven, master." Purrsia responded.
I immediately walked past her, grabbing my blazer jacket and thrusting my arms through the sleeves as I walked. Purrsia followed as Trisha started cleaning up the room. I made my way to the lobby of my manor as Purrsia straightened my collar. I came in the room to see three people standing in waiting. Two of them were armed guards and the other was Raven. I recognized her from her picture. One of the guards was holding onto a rope leash that was attached to a rather heavy looking collar. She was bound at her wrists with handcuffs behind her back and she also had ankle chains, making it possible only to take strides that were just longer than baby steps.
Calming myself, I approached the two guards and looked down at my prize. She seemed tired. I held out my hand and the guard holding the rope placed the rope in my hand. I smiled and nodded.
"Thank you for delivering her." I said in a polite tone.
I turned and handed the rope to Purrsia which she took with an almost reluctant look on her face. I decided to let it slip as Raven's arrival had put me in a much better mood.
"Take her to the waiting cell." I said.
Purrsia bowed her head and led Raven away. I watched as they walked away, hearing the rattling of Raven's ankle chains as she moved. I then turned back to the two guards.
"What took you so long to deliver her?" I asked.
"We're sorry about the delay. She became resistant and managed to escape. It took us awhile to find her and restrain her again." One of the guards said.
"Her old master sends a message as well. 'Be careful for she is extremely rebellious.'" The other guard said.
I nodded and smiled. Indeed this would be a great challenge.
"Thank you again for delivering her to me. She will be my greatest challenge yet." I said, dismissing the guards.
They turned and walked out the front door. I followed them as they walked out and I shut the door. I turned and headed for the waiting cell where Purrsia had taken Raven.
The waiting cell turned out to be nothing more than three blank walls and a metal door. No bed, no facilities, not even straw for her to lay on. Raven was not in a good mood. She did not want to be here. Purrsia shoved her from behind and Raven stumbled into the cell. Purrsia then worked quickly as she removed the ankle chain from Raven's feet and then walked out of the room without a word. Once Purrsia was gone, Raven instantly felt completely alone. She looked around the room. There was a small slit near the ceiling where the orange afternoon sunlight was pouring in. The door had a small hatch on the bottom, too small to crawl through. Raven sat down and stared down at her naked body. Scars lined her torso and legs. It was hard to distinguish her scars from the gold fur rings, other than by sheer color. She looked up at the door and wondered when her new bastard master would come to claim her. She doubted he would come any time soon. She carefully lay down on her side, curled up, and began to quietly sob.
Upon entering the holding area, I found Purrsia standing in front of the door to the waiting cell. I moved past her and opened another door on the other side of the hall. The room was small, but functional. In it were two tables, each lined with monitors and keyboards. I sat at one and began typing at the keyboard. A video feed then came up on one of the monitors. The video feed was coming from the waiting cell. I saw Raven curled up on her side. Through the speakers on the monitor I heard her crying. I smiled at the image. Already she's fearing me, I thought to myself. I shut down the video feed and walked out of the room. I approached Purrsia and spoke to her in a low tone.
"We'll leave her in there for awhile before we begin the initiation." I said.
Purrsia smiled and purred. She loves initiation. It's one of the few joys in her life. I then walked out of the holding area and Purrsia followed. That evening I allowed Skye to join me in my bedroom. She appeared complacent enough. She knew I was in a good mood tonight and she was right. I was in the mood to celebrate my good fortune, and Trisha was all but worn out. I didn't even bother getting any equipment for this. She stood in the center of my room, naked, head bowed, and eyes downcast. I sat crosslegged on my bed, looking her over while contemplating what I wanted her to do. I stood up and walked over to her. She didn't move at all. She is so obedient, I thought to myself. I will make Raven to be just like this one. I walked around her, inspecting every curve, every feather. She must have spent a good deal of time preening her feathers, starting as soon as she heard that I would take someone besides Trisha into my bed tonight. She looked perfect. There was no misplaced feather on her body. She was the personification of avian beauty. I lifted my hand and ran it over her curves, just barely touching her feather-tips. She slightly shuddered at the feeling. I smirked and sat on the edge of my bed. Once again I was dressed only in my boxers.
"Lay on your back." I said.
She immediately sat down and then dropped herself back and stared up at my ceiling. I moved over a bit on my bed so I could get a better view.
"Now begin pleasuring yourself." I said.
Without hesitation, she spread her legs wide open and moved one wing down to her slit. Using two fingers she spread her pussy lips apart, exposing her clit to me. She moved her other wing down and began stroking her clit with one finger, moving it up and down against the soft pink flesh of her pussy. She softly cooed as she rubbed herself. I watched her masturbate for a few minutes, all the while my cock was hardening. Once I had become fully aroused I stood up and moved over to her.
"Stop." I said.
She quickly removed her wings from her crotch and fell silent, but she was breathing rather hard.
"Now sit up." I commanded.
She immediately obeyed. I pointed at the lump in my shorts.
"Free my cock." I said.
She grabbed hold of the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down and eyed my cock with great interest. I saw the expression on her face. I took my hardened manhood into my right hand and wiggled it in front of her.
"Do you want this?" I asked.
"Yes master." She replied softly, keeping her eyes on the object of her desire.
"Beg for it." I said with a wry smile.
She paused a moment while she contemplated what she would say. She then shifted back a little bit and bowed before me, in a way as one would worship a god.
"Oh please master, take pity on this humble slave who only wishes to give you the greatest pleasure that she can. She offers her body to you for you to use in any way you see fit." She said in her most subservient tone.
I smirked. She had a thing for referring to herself in the third person when she wanted something.
"Just your body? You only offer me your body?" I asked with a wider smile on my face, unable to contain my amusement. "I don't think you are sincere enough if you only offer me your body."
"Please master, please use this slave as you see fit for she is yours mind, body, and soul." She replied softly.
She sounded as if she were about to cry.
"Mind, body, and soul? So you will submit to me in any way I wish?" I asked.
"Yes master, this slave is yours, completely and totally, for as long as you see fit." She said.
Skye was always good with words, I thought to myself.
"Get up and lay face down on my bed." I said.
She moved swiftly as she got up, walked over to my bed, and lay prostrate on my bed, leaving her legs hanging over the edge. Just to the side of the bed sat my night stand. On it lay a vibrator and a small bottle of lube. I grabbed the lube and squirted some on the vibrator and wiped it all around, getting it nice and slick. Then I squirted some on two of my fingers and rubbed it against her tail hole. She gasped when the cold lube touched her sensitive hole. I then pushed the head of the vibrator against her tail hole. She cooed again when she felt the vibrator press against her. I gave it a gentle shove and it easily went into her. I then turned it on to maximum. It started buzzing loudly. After no more than ten seconds after I turned the vibrator on, Skye let out a loud moan and her body shook with her first orgasm. I smirked.
"Climaxing already? You were anticipating this more than you realized weren't you?" I asked.
She whimpered quietly and nodded her head. I started moving the vibrator back and forth in her ass, bringing forth more sounds of pleasure from her. I reached down with my free hand and rubbed her slit. She was dripping wet. I slid a finger into her and twisted it around a bit. She groaned happily as she felt my finger penetrate her. I then pulled my finger out and licked it up and down, tasting her juices. Her body was shaking from the pleasure of the vibrator in her hole.
"Enjoying yourself down there?" I asked.
She tried to answer but it just came out as a moan. I laughed a bit and then pushed the head of my cock at her hot, wet entrance. She spread her legs wide open to accommodate me as I pushed into her. Her juices made it extremely easy for me to slide into her. She let out a sound that seemed to be a mixture of a coo and a moan as I slid my entire length into her hot hole. I didn't need to give her a moment to get adjusted to me because she was totally relaxed at this point, in effect, giving me free roam of her body. Once inside of her, I began rocking my hips back and forth, moving my member in and out of her sex. Her body shook, as I began taking her.
"Unf, does this feel good?" I asked her, for the hell of it.
She responded with another pleasured sound and a squeeze from her pussy, tightening herself around me. This was most pleasing for me. She knew exactly what buttons to push to get what she wanted. So I rewarded her by moving faster inside her. She started clawing at the bed, trying to get a grip as she was sliding around from my pounding. I began moving at a faster pace as I felt the tingle of my first orgasm beginning to build. She seemed to know it too and squeezed down on me harder.
"Ung! Here I cum!" I shouted as I pulled out.
I stroked my cock furiously with my hand and soon I was spraying my hot seed all over her back. Once my orgasm was complete, I pushed her around on my bed and flipped her on her back. I got up on the bed now and sat between her legs. I was far from complete, as my still raging hard on showed. She let out another moan as I got up on top of her and penetrated her again. I began moving back and forth inside of her for a few moments, when suddenly the vibrator stopped. She gave me a confused look as the buzzing fell silent. I sat up for a moment and pulled the vibrator out of her. Indeed, the batteries had died.
"Well what do you know? I outlasted a vibrator." I said with a wry smile.
She started giggling, but her laugh turned into a moan as I plunged the vibrator into her pussy and my manhood into her tail hole. I began pumping furiously into her ass as I moved the dead vibrator back and forth in her pussy. She moaned loudly from the double pleasure. She lifted her legs up high and rested them up on my shoulders. Instinctively, I grabbed hold of both of them, wrapping my arms around each one and used them for leverage as I pounded her ass. Her moans of pleasure rose to a crescendo as her orgasm finally hit, causing her entire body to shake almost violently with ecstasy. I grinned as I watched her cum. Her juices were flowing down from her pussy, lubricating my cock. But she squeezed her ass muscles as tight as she could for me. I answered her squeezing with faster and harder pounding. She showed her appreciation by moaning louder and louder. I could no longer hold back as I felt my next orgasm rise up. But she had not yet reached an orgasm, so I grabbed hold of the vibrator and sent a small shock through it just before I reached my climax. She cried out from the pain of the shock and the pleasure from the vibrator as it started vibrating more intensely from my electricity than from the batteries. I let loose with another shock into her pussy as I finally blasted my hot cum into her ass. She let out a scream as she too experienced a climax from my shock.
My work completed, I slumped down next to her and rolled onto my back. She rolled over as well, but with a small groan. She rested her head on my chest and gently rubbed my stomach and chest with her wing. I looked down at her and smiled a bit.
"Good girl." I said.
She smiled wide and sighed happily, overjoyed that she had received my approval. I let my eyelids close and just laid there, listening to her breathing and feeling her wing gently rub me. Soon her breathing slowed and became even and her wing stopped moving. She had finally fallen asleep. I took that moment to fall asleep myself, with Raven still on my mind.
By DaRai
Chapter 1 -- Getting what I want
Wealth can be such a wonderful thing. You never have to worry about working, never having to worry about where your next meal will come from, and never having to worry about working all day long for a meager salary. Wealth leaves you with many open options. It leaves you financially independent. It leaves you free to make something of yourself without worry of failure because you have money to fall back on. It leaves you with a lot of free time. My wealth was passed down to my by my father. He owned several tax and investment firms and was very successful in his life. So successful that I never had to work a day in my life, and I never will. His success has brought to me a lot of time to myself for self exploration and discovery. One of the things I discovered is that I, like my father before me, have developed a certain liking for a most peculiar hobby. I am, like my father before me, a slave owner. A master, if you will. My father owned several slaves, but sold all but one before his untimely death. I miss him terribly because he taught me all that I know. But from his death, I inherited everything. His firms, his wealth, and his last remaining slave.
The warm water pelted my fur as I ran a bar of soap over my arms and chest. After a short while I put some shampoo into the hair on my head and worked it into a good lather. I let the soap drain off of my body as I scrubbed the hair on my head with the shampoo suds. I looked towards the shower curtain and saw that I was not alone in the bathroom. It was no different than any other day. My companion is a female Persian morph. My father's last remaining slave, and his favorite. Her name is Purrsia. She sat there, waiting patiently for me to finish my morning shower. She is the oldest slave in my "collection". Along with her, I have only a few others, all females. There is an Eevee morph, Eve, a Pikachu morph, Trisha, and a Pidgeotto morph, Skye.
I let their images pass through my mind as I rinsed my body one last time. I cut off the water and stepped out. The bathroom walls were all mirrors so that I could look at the near perfection of my body. I stand a solid 6'1" with a well built and well maintained body, dark blue eyes, and jet black hair. My father was a Raichu, and I followed in his footsteps and evolved into one as well. I turned my attention to Purrsia as she was already moving towards me with a towel in hand. I watched her as she carefully dried me off, making sure to pay attention to detail. When all but my hair was dry, I snatched the towel from her and started rubbing it against the hair on my head.
"Purrsia, what's on my agenda for today?" I asked through the towel.
She made no hesitation as she began to speak the activities on my calendar from memory.
"You have a board meeting this morning at ten-thirty. Also, your new slave is scheduled to arrive today." She stated. "Other than that, you have an open schedule, master."
I continued drying my hair, but stopped when she mentioned a new slave. I didn't remember buying a new slave.
"New slave? Since when?" I asked.
"Master, you made the purchase a week ago." She handed me a dossier.
I opened the dossier and saw a picture of a fine young female Umbreon morph. The file stated that her name was simply "Raven". The memory of the purchase came to mind. This one was the one I purchased over the phone. There was no face to face meeting.
"Ah yes. I remember now. She had a good price. How could I pass it up?" I stated as I gave the file back to Purrsia.
"Master, I must express my concern. Her price was well below the norm. She could be used property, or there may be a problem with her." Purrsia said.
"Yes, yes, I realize that. Is my suit ready?" I said in a dismissive tone.
"Yes master." She replied in a submissive tone.
It wasn't long before I was dressed and being groomed by my personal hair dresser. She worked quickly, but professionally. She is definitely worth the money I pay her. She seemed to know exactly how I want my hair to look : tied back with a small single tuft hanging over my forehead. She clipped off a few too long hairs and smoothed the pony-tail.
"Perfect." She exclaimed when her deed was done.
I inspected my hair in a mirror she had handed to me.
"Looks good. Thanks." I said as I dismissed her.
I picked up Raven's dossier and headed for the front door. A doorman immediately opened the door and I found myself standing on a red carpet that lead to a 2002 Monte Carlo stretch limousine. A custom job, and expensive, but one is allowed to splurge every now and then. Purrsia had been following me the whole time, as she was expected to. I barely notice her anymore. I didn't turn my head as I spoke.
"When she arrives, immediately place her in the holding cell. Do not, I repeat do not do anything else. I will be the one to inspect with her first." I said as I headed to the limo.
"Yes master." She answered as she watched me walk to the car.
The drive into the city was long and dull. Nothing interesting was on the radio so I busied myself by reading and re-reading Raven's dossier. I grinned as I imagined the fun I would have with her. I memorized her physical description and let the picture of her be burned into my memory. I could picture her in many different positions, all of them extraordinarily delicious. I found myself becoming aroused at just the thought of her. Once the car found its way to its destination, I was led to the conference room on the roof of the building. The room was splendid, as it should be because it was my father's personal conference room. It was decorated with many paintings by the great masters of the early renaissance. My father always liked that kind of thing, artsy decorations. I didn't much care either way. A blank wall is just as good as an expensive painting, in my opinion.
I looked around the table at all the old goats who served as the heads of the firms that my father once owned. They promptly started the meeting. The meeting itself was boring to me. This firm increased production, that firm's stock is up, this is being done, this is being phased out. It was just a routine status meeting. As if I cared. As long as these guys continued doing what they were supposed to, I had nothing to worry about. The meeting dragged on. A younger associate was giving a speech. His voice was nervous and he was fumbling with his flow-charts.
I wasn't even paying attention. My attention was on Raven's dossier. The more I read it, the more ideas came to my mind. I also began thinking about Purrsia's concerns. Raven's price was rather cheap. I wondered at the reason. Perhaps she's sickly? Or maybe she's just rebellious. That had to be it. She must have been deemed un-trainable and discarded. I inwardly smiled and prayed for that. I love a good challenge.
"Sir? What do you think of the proposal?" One of the partners asked.
I looked up at the younger associate and then over at his flow-chart. I stood up. Time to make this look good, I thought. I walked over to the young associate and placed my hand on his shoulder.
"You are an intelligent young man. Your ideas are fresh, new, and inspired." I said as I turned to the rest of the group. "The future of our business rests on the shoulders of our junior associates. The plans and proposals that come from these young men should be given top priority. Let's go with his proposal."
I patted his shoulder.
"And keep up the good work." I said to him.
He let out an almost inaudible sigh of relief and visibly relaxed. I leaned forward and whispered into his ear.
"Relax. It's not as difficult as it seems." Was all I said and then I turned to the rest of the group. "If there's nothing else, I'd like to adjourn."
None of the others argued. I walked out of the conference room with Raven's dossier in my hand a self satisfied smirk on my face. Let them chew on that for awhile, I thought. That young associate is probably going to get promoted, thanks to my sponsorship. But it doesn't matter. All that matters to me right now is this new girl. All the while I was in that meeting, I was slowly becoming obsessed with her.
She lingered in the back of my mind as I walked around the office building, meeting managers and other young associates, shaking hands, giving praise, making it look like I was taking an active part in their work. The usual corporate bullshit. Once the bureaucratic niceties were complete, I made my way back to the limo and instructed the drive to take me home. The drive was as dull as it was coming up here. But now I had the dossier memorized and so I closed my eyes and reviewed it over and over in my head and at the same time imagined more and more things to do to her. I was able to imagine her being hung by her wrists, wearing a thin latex suit while I tore it open bit by bit from a distance with a whip. Thinking of all that made the ride seem to go faster, and after what seemed like only a short while, my door opened and I sat looking up at Purrsia who was holding my door open. I stepped out and walked into the mansion. Once inside, I whirled around to face Purrsia.
"Well? Did she arrive?" I asked with only a hint of anxiety in my voice.
"I'm sorry master, she has not come yet." Purrsia replied in an overly apologetic tone.
I turned around and headed up the stairs.
"Damn it. What's taking them so long?" I asked.
"I don't know master." Purrsia replied from behind me.
I stopped and turned to face her.
"Get on the phone and find out. I want her here ASAP." I said.
She instantly turned and walked briskly away to find a telephone. I watched her exit the room and then I turned and entered my bedroom to get out of this God forsaken suit.
Three days passed and still no word about Raven arrived. As was to be expected, I was a bit put off at this. I sat at my desk, writing in my journal. As usual my mind drifted to Raven, as now I had gotten all the information that I could get. She was of perfect health, both physically and mentally. From that small bit of information I was able to deduce that her cheap price was because of her attitude, that she was indeed deemed un-trainable. That thought brought me some joy and even more anxiety. Now I wanted her more than ever. The challenge of breaking this one would be great.
Purrsia could not get any information or get a hold of the seller. Needless to say, this infuriated me, and everyone one knew it. Eve, Trisha, and Skye had made themselves scarce and even Purrsia was keeping a decent distance from me, for fear of me lashing out with my anger. And indeed I wanted to lash out. I wanted to make my anger known to all. The anger and rage built up so much that I felt I would explode. I wanted an explanation and I felt that if I didn't get one, someone had to pay.
Someone had to be punished.
It was the evening of the fourth day after Raven was supposed to arrive, and still no sign of her or word from the seller. I felt that if I didn't do something, I would have a breakdown. Purrsia did her best to not give her usual attitude, and everyone else stayed out of my way. It even got to a point where I had to dismiss Purrsia for an hour so I could be alone to sort things in my head. That didn't help.
Night fell and I found myself laying in my bed, staring up at the ceiling through the darkness. I was fuming. It's one of my flaws. When I get angry I just hold it in and don't act out, but when I do, it's swift and painful. It was time to lash out. I pushed a button on a nearby console. The door to my room opened and Purrsia stood there, half asleep.
"Purrsia. Fetch me Trisha." I said.
She promptly turned and walked away from my room, after quietly closing the door. I put my hands behind my head and stared up at the ceiling again and waited for Trisha to arrive. After a few minutes there came a soft knock at the door.
"Come in." I stated.
The door slowly opened and Trisha stood there. She looked to be on the verge of tears, and she had good reason to. She knew what was going to happen to her. This would not be the first time I had called for her when I was upset over something and needed someone to let out my anger on. I picked her because she was the one I always made an example of. Why? Because she's the youngest of the group. She's only eighteen years of age. I sat up and looked at her. The look on her face told me she wanted to be anywhere but here. But I didn't care. I got out of the bed and marched over to her. Purrsia was standing behind her with a self satisfied smirk on her face.
"Go to bed Purrsia." I said, not wanting to give her the pleasure of seeing me have my way with Trisha, which happened to be one of Purrsia's favorite activities.
"Yes master." She said as she bowed her head and walked back to her room.
I took Trisha by her arm and thrust her to the center of my room. She was able to keep her balance and turned to face me, eyes cast downward. I closed the door and approached her. Her breath was coming out in short, nervous pants. I smirked. I love it when they fear me.
"Strip." I commanded.
She immediately began removing her night clothes which consisted of her night gown and a pair of panties. She stood naked before me. I was wearing only my boxers, and a tent was already formed due to my hardened member. I could see that she was eyeing the lump in my shorts, and I was more than happy to give her a close up view. I grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and thrust her downward. She cried out and quickly fell to her knees. With my other hand I pushed the waistband of my shorts down, freeing my hard cock from its cotton prison. I pushed it against her lips.
"Suck." I commanded.
She immediately opened her mouth and took the entire length into her mouth. I kept my grip on the hairs on the back of her head and directed her rhythm by pulling her head towards me and pulling back on her hair. She let out a few whimpers as I pulled at her hair. I, on the other hand, did not make a sound as she diligently serviced my manhood with her lips. I kept her going at a steady pace before I finally pulled her off of me. Then I pulled her up to her feet and then pushed her towards my bed. She fell just short of it and almost hit her head.
"Get up." I said in a firm tone of voice.
She immediately got to her feet. I smirked and shoved her again and this time she fell back on the bed. I flipped her over and I wasted no further time as I grabbed her legs and forced them open. Another smirk formed on my lips as I forcefully shoved my rock hard cock into her and began pumping her furiously. She howled as I pumped into her with such a fury. I moved my cock back and forth into her at a fast and hard pace throughout the entire event while I pushed down on her back, forcing her face into the mattress. I reveled in her agony as I continued ravaging her. Her cries of pain slowly morphed into moans of pleasure as the pain finally subsided to pleasure. But I had been pumping too fast for her to gain but a small amount of pleasure. I pulled my cock out of her, stroked off furiously, and shot my hot seed onto her back. I then plopped down on the bed and moved around next to her. She quietly whimpered as I lay down next to her. She would be quite sore in the morning, and I would have to think of a way to reward her for her good behavior during my angst period. But what bothered me is that doing this did not make me feel as good as I wanted to be. My mind was still focused on Raven.
The next day my mood did not lighten until late in the afternoon. I was standing before a bondage table, upon which I had Trisha naked and strapped down by her wrists and ankles. Two large vibrators buzzed loudly in her tail hole and pussy. I had to admit, this girl, even as young as she is, has an incredible amount of stamina. She had just completed a fifth climax and was already building up to a sixth one. She kept begging me over and over to never turn the vibrators off, begging for more pleasure, begging for more climaxes. For a short while I considered letting her have all she wanted. She seemed to be comfortable where she was, as if it was natural for her to be in that position. I watched her face as it contorted and twisted as the ecstasy built. The sounds of the buzzing mixed with her moans filled the air. Her body suddenly began shuddering as she cried out when her sixth climax hit. But the reward ended with her sixth climax. I turned off the vibrators and pulled them out of her. She quietly whimpered in protest, but I ignored it. I removed the straps from her wrists and ankles. Then I gently patted her on the head.
"Good girl." I said.
She looked overjoyed to have my approval. I smirked. The door behind me opened and Purrsia stepped in. She did not want to watch Trisha being rewarded. It's one of her quirks. "Master. She's here." Purrsia stated with a slight undertone of annoyance.
I turned around to face her, hoping that she meant that Raven had finally arrived.
"Who's here?" I asked, the impatience showing clear through.
"Raven, master." Purrsia responded.
I immediately walked past her, grabbing my blazer jacket and thrusting my arms through the sleeves as I walked. Purrsia followed as Trisha started cleaning up the room. I made my way to the lobby of my manor as Purrsia straightened my collar. I came in the room to see three people standing in waiting. Two of them were armed guards and the other was Raven. I recognized her from her picture. One of the guards was holding onto a rope leash that was attached to a rather heavy looking collar. She was bound at her wrists with handcuffs behind her back and she also had ankle chains, making it possible only to take strides that were just longer than baby steps.
Calming myself, I approached the two guards and looked down at my prize. She seemed tired. I held out my hand and the guard holding the rope placed the rope in my hand. I smiled and nodded.
"Thank you for delivering her." I said in a polite tone.
I turned and handed the rope to Purrsia which she took with an almost reluctant look on her face. I decided to let it slip as Raven's arrival had put me in a much better mood.
"Take her to the waiting cell." I said.
Purrsia bowed her head and led Raven away. I watched as they walked away, hearing the rattling of Raven's ankle chains as she moved. I then turned back to the two guards.
"What took you so long to deliver her?" I asked.
"We're sorry about the delay. She became resistant and managed to escape. It took us awhile to find her and restrain her again." One of the guards said.
"Her old master sends a message as well. 'Be careful for she is extremely rebellious.'" The other guard said.
I nodded and smiled. Indeed this would be a great challenge.
"Thank you again for delivering her to me. She will be my greatest challenge yet." I said, dismissing the guards.
They turned and walked out the front door. I followed them as they walked out and I shut the door. I turned and headed for the waiting cell where Purrsia had taken Raven.
The waiting cell turned out to be nothing more than three blank walls and a metal door. No bed, no facilities, not even straw for her to lay on. Raven was not in a good mood. She did not want to be here. Purrsia shoved her from behind and Raven stumbled into the cell. Purrsia then worked quickly as she removed the ankle chain from Raven's feet and then walked out of the room without a word. Once Purrsia was gone, Raven instantly felt completely alone. She looked around the room. There was a small slit near the ceiling where the orange afternoon sunlight was pouring in. The door had a small hatch on the bottom, too small to crawl through. Raven sat down and stared down at her naked body. Scars lined her torso and legs. It was hard to distinguish her scars from the gold fur rings, other than by sheer color. She looked up at the door and wondered when her new bastard master would come to claim her. She doubted he would come any time soon. She carefully lay down on her side, curled up, and began to quietly sob.
Upon entering the holding area, I found Purrsia standing in front of the door to the waiting cell. I moved past her and opened another door on the other side of the hall. The room was small, but functional. In it were two tables, each lined with monitors and keyboards. I sat at one and began typing at the keyboard. A video feed then came up on one of the monitors. The video feed was coming from the waiting cell. I saw Raven curled up on her side. Through the speakers on the monitor I heard her crying. I smiled at the image. Already she's fearing me, I thought to myself. I shut down the video feed and walked out of the room. I approached Purrsia and spoke to her in a low tone.
"We'll leave her in there for awhile before we begin the initiation." I said.
Purrsia smiled and purred. She loves initiation. It's one of the few joys in her life. I then walked out of the holding area and Purrsia followed. That evening I allowed Skye to join me in my bedroom. She appeared complacent enough. She knew I was in a good mood tonight and she was right. I was in the mood to celebrate my good fortune, and Trisha was all but worn out. I didn't even bother getting any equipment for this. She stood in the center of my room, naked, head bowed, and eyes downcast. I sat crosslegged on my bed, looking her over while contemplating what I wanted her to do. I stood up and walked over to her. She didn't move at all. She is so obedient, I thought to myself. I will make Raven to be just like this one. I walked around her, inspecting every curve, every feather. She must have spent a good deal of time preening her feathers, starting as soon as she heard that I would take someone besides Trisha into my bed tonight. She looked perfect. There was no misplaced feather on her body. She was the personification of avian beauty. I lifted my hand and ran it over her curves, just barely touching her feather-tips. She slightly shuddered at the feeling. I smirked and sat on the edge of my bed. Once again I was dressed only in my boxers.
"Lay on your back." I said.
She immediately sat down and then dropped herself back and stared up at my ceiling. I moved over a bit on my bed so I could get a better view.
"Now begin pleasuring yourself." I said.
Without hesitation, she spread her legs wide open and moved one wing down to her slit. Using two fingers she spread her pussy lips apart, exposing her clit to me. She moved her other wing down and began stroking her clit with one finger, moving it up and down against the soft pink flesh of her pussy. She softly cooed as she rubbed herself. I watched her masturbate for a few minutes, all the while my cock was hardening. Once I had become fully aroused I stood up and moved over to her.
"Stop." I said.
She quickly removed her wings from her crotch and fell silent, but she was breathing rather hard.
"Now sit up." I commanded.
She immediately obeyed. I pointed at the lump in my shorts.
"Free my cock." I said.
She grabbed hold of the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down and eyed my cock with great interest. I saw the expression on her face. I took my hardened manhood into my right hand and wiggled it in front of her.
"Do you want this?" I asked.
"Yes master." She replied softly, keeping her eyes on the object of her desire.
"Beg for it." I said with a wry smile.
She paused a moment while she contemplated what she would say. She then shifted back a little bit and bowed before me, in a way as one would worship a god.
"Oh please master, take pity on this humble slave who only wishes to give you the greatest pleasure that she can. She offers her body to you for you to use in any way you see fit." She said in her most subservient tone.
I smirked. She had a thing for referring to herself in the third person when she wanted something.
"Just your body? You only offer me your body?" I asked with a wider smile on my face, unable to contain my amusement. "I don't think you are sincere enough if you only offer me your body."
"Please master, please use this slave as you see fit for she is yours mind, body, and soul." She replied softly.
She sounded as if she were about to cry.
"Mind, body, and soul? So you will submit to me in any way I wish?" I asked.
"Yes master, this slave is yours, completely and totally, for as long as you see fit." She said.
Skye was always good with words, I thought to myself.
"Get up and lay face down on my bed." I said.
She moved swiftly as she got up, walked over to my bed, and lay prostrate on my bed, leaving her legs hanging over the edge. Just to the side of the bed sat my night stand. On it lay a vibrator and a small bottle of lube. I grabbed the lube and squirted some on the vibrator and wiped it all around, getting it nice and slick. Then I squirted some on two of my fingers and rubbed it against her tail hole. She gasped when the cold lube touched her sensitive hole. I then pushed the head of the vibrator against her tail hole. She cooed again when she felt the vibrator press against her. I gave it a gentle shove and it easily went into her. I then turned it on to maximum. It started buzzing loudly. After no more than ten seconds after I turned the vibrator on, Skye let out a loud moan and her body shook with her first orgasm. I smirked.
"Climaxing already? You were anticipating this more than you realized weren't you?" I asked.
She whimpered quietly and nodded her head. I started moving the vibrator back and forth in her ass, bringing forth more sounds of pleasure from her. I reached down with my free hand and rubbed her slit. She was dripping wet. I slid a finger into her and twisted it around a bit. She groaned happily as she felt my finger penetrate her. I then pulled my finger out and licked it up and down, tasting her juices. Her body was shaking from the pleasure of the vibrator in her hole.
"Enjoying yourself down there?" I asked.
She tried to answer but it just came out as a moan. I laughed a bit and then pushed the head of my cock at her hot, wet entrance. She spread her legs wide open to accommodate me as I pushed into her. Her juices made it extremely easy for me to slide into her. She let out a sound that seemed to be a mixture of a coo and a moan as I slid my entire length into her hot hole. I didn't need to give her a moment to get adjusted to me because she was totally relaxed at this point, in effect, giving me free roam of her body. Once inside of her, I began rocking my hips back and forth, moving my member in and out of her sex. Her body shook, as I began taking her.
"Unf, does this feel good?" I asked her, for the hell of it.
She responded with another pleasured sound and a squeeze from her pussy, tightening herself around me. This was most pleasing for me. She knew exactly what buttons to push to get what she wanted. So I rewarded her by moving faster inside her. She started clawing at the bed, trying to get a grip as she was sliding around from my pounding. I began moving at a faster pace as I felt the tingle of my first orgasm beginning to build. She seemed to know it too and squeezed down on me harder.
"Ung! Here I cum!" I shouted as I pulled out.
I stroked my cock furiously with my hand and soon I was spraying my hot seed all over her back. Once my orgasm was complete, I pushed her around on my bed and flipped her on her back. I got up on the bed now and sat between her legs. I was far from complete, as my still raging hard on showed. She let out another moan as I got up on top of her and penetrated her again. I began moving back and forth inside of her for a few moments, when suddenly the vibrator stopped. She gave me a confused look as the buzzing fell silent. I sat up for a moment and pulled the vibrator out of her. Indeed, the batteries had died.
"Well what do you know? I outlasted a vibrator." I said with a wry smile.
She started giggling, but her laugh turned into a moan as I plunged the vibrator into her pussy and my manhood into her tail hole. I began pumping furiously into her ass as I moved the dead vibrator back and forth in her pussy. She moaned loudly from the double pleasure. She lifted her legs up high and rested them up on my shoulders. Instinctively, I grabbed hold of both of them, wrapping my arms around each one and used them for leverage as I pounded her ass. Her moans of pleasure rose to a crescendo as her orgasm finally hit, causing her entire body to shake almost violently with ecstasy. I grinned as I watched her cum. Her juices were flowing down from her pussy, lubricating my cock. But she squeezed her ass muscles as tight as she could for me. I answered her squeezing with faster and harder pounding. She showed her appreciation by moaning louder and louder. I could no longer hold back as I felt my next orgasm rise up. But she had not yet reached an orgasm, so I grabbed hold of the vibrator and sent a small shock through it just before I reached my climax. She cried out from the pain of the shock and the pleasure from the vibrator as it started vibrating more intensely from my electricity than from the batteries. I let loose with another shock into her pussy as I finally blasted my hot cum into her ass. She let out a scream as she too experienced a climax from my shock.
My work completed, I slumped down next to her and rolled onto my back. She rolled over as well, but with a small groan. She rested her head on my chest and gently rubbed my stomach and chest with her wing. I looked down at her and smiled a bit.
"Good girl." I said.
She smiled wide and sighed happily, overjoyed that she had received my approval. I let my eyelids close and just laid there, listening to her breathing and feeling her wing gently rub me. Soon her breathing slowed and became even and her wing stopped moving. She had finally fallen asleep. I took that moment to fall asleep myself, with Raven still on my mind.