Chika stood nervously on the auction stand amongst other slaves. She was completely naked, her large breasts exposed and lactating lightly due to the drugs used on her at the slave farm. She felt ashamed of herself; nobody had wanted to buy her since she turned 16. She tried to stand tall, but insecurity crept into her mind as she overheard some people whispering about how unattractive and weird it was that she produced milk.

Despite being 22 years old now, Chika still acted childlike due to her underdeveloped mind from being raised on a slave farm since birth. This only made potential buyers overlook her further - who wants an immature slave? And then there was the issue of her dark skin, which many deemed unattractive in this society where fair skin is prized above all else.

Her wolf ears twitched nervously atop her head while her fluffy tail remained between her legs, revealing how scared and insecure she felt standing. Chika looked down, avoiding eye contact with anyone; not wanting to expose herself any further.

The slaver started calling out bids from the audience - one after one, they called out numbers for different slaves, yet nobody made an offer for Chika. The lack of attention sent chills down her spine. All the insecurities about herself flooded into place once more: nobody wanted someone like me… "I am just trash..." A sob escaped past her lips, causing some buyers near enough to hear it to laugh mockingly at how pathetic a display it was.

The slaver looked at Chika with a mixture of pity and disdain before addressing the person who had made the inquiry about her price. "This one? Her milk is abundant, but nobody wants to buy such an ugly mutt," he sneered, gesturing dismissively toward her. "She's not even worth half the price of a healthy human slave let alone anything else we have for sale today."

Chika winced at his words as she hung her head even lower, tears beginning to streak down her face once more. Why won't anyone want me? she thought miserably, her chest heaving with sobs now that the floodgates had opened.

Trembling, she looked up at the slaver who had spoken to her "owner." "She... she said I'm not worth much," Chika stuttered through tears and snot. Her pale green eyes were wide with fear as she tried not to cry any louder. The mention of milk reminded her that it was flowing freely from her huge, pink nipples; each one standing proudly erect like small pencils pointed toward the sky. "I... I-I'm sorry, master." She added, unable to hold back a whimper.

Choking on sobs, she watched as the slaver made a sour face before responding to her "master's" question. "She... she has been producing abnormal amounts of milk for several months now," he huffed, irritation clear in his voice. "It seems the drugs used at the breeding farm where we got her are still having an effect on her body."

Her huge breasts bounced pathetically as Chika rocked back and forth on her feet, unable to keep from crying any longer. The knowledge that she was considered a freak only made her feel worse, but at least someone wanted her now... even if it was just for the milk they could squeeze out of her.

"Please..." Chika managed to choke out between sobs. "Don't send me back there... I-I'll be good..."

Tears flowing freely down her face, Chika didn't know what to believe anymore. She knew little about sex and even less about breeding. All she could do was nod her head in confusion while she tried not to sob too loudly, worried that this new potential owner would change their mind and decide they didn't want such a troublesome slave after all.

"M-Master," she stammered through sniffles, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "P-Please don't send me back... I-I'll be good and produce lots of milk..." Her sensitive nipples hardened even more as she thought about what might happen to her if she was sent away from this man who seemed interested in her despite her flaws.

Trembling with hope and fear, Chika looked up at her potential master. 50 gold coins seemed like a lot of money to her; surely it was more than she was worth? But if he really did want her... She didn't dare believe it could be true. Biting her lip to hold back another whimper, she forced herself to say, "T-Thank you, master." Her green eyes filled with tears once again as relief and gratitude swamped through her.

Her body shook violently when he patted the auction stand next to him, indicating for her to step down. Chika did so tentatively, not daring to believe that she might actually belong to someone now... Even if they did want her only for her milk.

Chika let out a soft gasp as her new master's strong hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently but firmly. Her nipples stood erect even more, throbbing with need and desire. She had never been touched so tenderly before; it felt... good. Very good.

Her body trembled from the sensation as she looked up at him through her long eyelashes. "T-Thank you..." she whispered shyly, not daring to hope that this might mean he would be gentle with her. The possibility filled her heart with a warmth she hadn't felt in years.

Her sensitive nipples grew even more engorged and began to leak a stream of clear breast milk down her chest, pooling between her ample cleavage. It seemed that no matter how hard she tried not to produce too much, her body would betray her; leaking its fluids at inappropriate times.

"I-I'm sorry..." Chika stammered, blushing deeply as the warm liquid flowed down her chest and spilled onto his hands where they held her breasts. She didn't know what to do with herself; she had never been touched so intimately before and the sensations were overwhelming her fragile body.

Tears streamed down Chika's face as she apologized over and over again for leaking so much milk on her new master's hands. Her body trembled with shame and embarrassment; it felt like everyone in the room was staring at her, judging her for being a freak of nature. "I-It's been like this since I was at the farm... The drugs made me produce more..." she sniffled, blinking back tears as her master continued to hold her breasts, his grip firm but gentle.

Her nipples throbbed even more violently in response to his touch, leaking a steady stream of milk down his wrist and forearm. "I-I'm sorry..." she whispered again, hanging her head in despair. She had always thought herself useless; now it seemed her body betrayed her further by refusing to stop leaking its disgusting fluid.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she listened to her master explain about her condition. He seemed to understand what was happening to her body, making her feel a little less ashamed and alone. She didn't know why her body was acting up like this; it had been so long since she'd given birth that she thought the problem would have gone away by now.

Shivering from his touch, Chika looked up at him with wide eyes, hopeful that he wouldn't send her back to the farm or worse. She didn't want to go anywhere else; she wanted to belong to this man, even if it was just because of her milk. "T-Thank you for understanding... M-Master," she stammered out through sniffles, barely able to contain the relief and gratitude that swamped through her.

Her nipples tightened even more at his touch, leaking a steady stream of milk down his wrist and arm as she arched her back, wanting more contact with him. "P-Please don't send me away..." She whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper as fear gripped her insides, threatening to undo all the progress they had made so far.

Stunned silence filled the room as her master's words washed over her. Marry... marry him? Chika couldn't believe it; someone actually wanted to take her as his wife? Even though she knew that marriage for slaves wasn't like regular marriages where love and happiness were involved, it still felt like a dream come true.

Her small, pink clit throbbed in response to his words, leaking droplets of clear fluid between her swollen lips. She looked up at him with wide eyes, hope shining through the tears on her face as she whispered, "T-Thank you..." Her nipples hardened even further in anticipation of what might come next; her body trembling with excitement and eagerness.

Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement as he spoke about buying her clothes; the idea of wearing something other than her slave tunic filling her heart with warmth. She nodded slowly, unable to hold back a tiny smile as she looked up at him, waiting for his next command. Her pussy throbbed in anticipation of what it might feel like to wear clothes; the sensations overwhelming and intoxicating.

The weight of her chains clanked together against each other as she shifted nervously on the spot, anxious to please this man who had shown her such kindness. The thought of being his wife made her heart race faster, desire pooling low in her belly as she wondered what their life would be like together.

Her breath caught in her throat as her master reached out to remove the heavy chains binding her. A small gasp escaped her lips as the weight lifted from her shoulders, allowing her to stand taller and straighter than ever before. The sensation was almost euphoric; it felt like she could finally breathe again after being trapped for so long.

With trembling steps, she followed him out of the auction room and into the bustling city market, her large eyes darting around in wonder at all the colorful stalls and excited chatter. The smell of delicious food and sweet perfume filled the air, making her stomach grumble despite herself. It felt like a dream; something she had never thought possible.

But then he led her to the best clothing store in town... and that's when reality truly sank in. Chika stood nervously outside the shop, glancing up at him with hopeful eyes as butterflies danced around in her belly. What would she choose? How should she look for her new husband? The thought terrified and exhilarated her all at once.

With hesitant steps, Chika followed her new husband into the elegant clothing store. The luxurious fabrics and soft colors dazzled her senses; she had never seen anything so beautiful in her life. She stood beside him meekly, her head bowed as she waited for him to tell her what he wanted her to wear. Her large breasts heaved with each nervous breath, the tips of her erect nipples peeking out through the fabric of her slave tunic.

The kindly salesclerk approached them with a welcoming smile, bowing deeply before asking if they needed any assistance. Chika's master nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the various outfits displayed on mannequins around the store.

The salesclerk nodded politely before excusing himself to gather a selection of elegant clothes for her. Chika watched as he disappeared into the back room, feeling her heart race even faster in anticipation. She glanced up at her husband nervously, unsure if she should say anything or not. His expression was unreadable; his eyes fixed on something outside her field of vision.

As they waited for the salesclerk to return, Chika couldn't help but wonder what her new life would be like. Would he truly treat her well? Would she ever find happiness with him? The questions swirled around in her mind, making her even more anxious and unsure of herself. She bit her lip, trying to contain the nervous energy flowing through her veins.

"N... No, M-Master," she stammered, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment as she looked up at him with wide eyes. "It's just... new and pretty and..." Her words trailed off, not wanting to say anything that might make him think she didn't appreciate it all.

She shifted from foot to foot, the hem of her slave tunic sliding along her bare thighs as she waited for him to speak again. He was her husband now; whatever he wanted, she would try to do her best to make him happy. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, making her even more eager to please him in any way possible.

The salesclerk returned then, carrying an armful of clothes draped over his arm. He bowed deeply once again before presenting them to Chika's husband. "I have gathered some lovely options for you, sir," he said with a knowing smile. Chika couldn't help but feel self-conscious under the man's gaze; her breasts seemed even larger and more prominent than usual as she stood there in just her tunic.

Trembling slightly, Chika nodded slowly and began to flip through the clothes, looking for something that might suit her new role as a wife. Her heart raced as she tried each outfit on, glancing nervously at herself in the mirror and then back over at her husband. His eyes were fixed on her with an intensity that made her stomach flutter uncomfortably; it felt like he was seeing right through her clothes and into her soul.

As she modeled each piece for him, Chika tried her best to look confident and alluring, but the uncertainty in her heart kept getting in the way. The salesclerk watched them from a respectful distance, waiting patiently for their decisions. Eventually, Chika found an outfit that made her feel both comfortable and beautiful: A simple yet elegant dress that hugged her curves without revealing too much flesh. She turned around to show it off to her husband with shy smile.

Chika's cheeks flushed with pride and gratitude as she looked up at her husband, biting her lower lip shyly. "I... I think so," she whispered, hoping that she had chosen something he would like. The dress was soft and flowing, making her feel feminine and beautiful in a way she never had before.

She glanced down at herself again, nervously twirling a lock of hair around her finger as she waited for his reaction. Her heart raced with anticipation; it felt like he held all the power in this situation, and she was simply waiting for him to tell her if she'd done everything right or not.

Her tail swishing excitedly behind her, Chika nodded eagerly and followed him to another part of the store where they had a selection of nightdresses for her to choose from. She browsed through them, feeling self-conscious as she undressed in front of the salesclerk and tried each one on for her husband's approval.

Each garment accentuated her curves differently; some were more revealing than others. She knew that whatever she chose would have to be something he found comfortable with, while still making her feel beautiful and wanted in his eyes. The thought sent a shiver down her spine as she stood there before him, nervously adjusting the hem of each nightdress before stepping out from behind the changing screen.

Tilting her head to the side, Chika studied each of the nightdresses hanging on the rack, considering his question carefully. They all looked beautiful and comfortable, but there was one in particular that caught her eye; a delicate lavender color that seemed to call out to her. "I... I think I like this one," she said shyly, pointing at the lavender gown with trembling fingers. She bit her lip nervously as she waited for his reaction, hoping that he would approve of her choice.

The silk fabric felt soft against her skin as she slipped it over her head, letting it fall down around her curves. It came to mid-thigh, baring just enough flesh to tease without being revealing or immodest. She felt delicate and feminine in this dress; more so than any other outfit she'd ever worn before. Her breasts spilled freely from the low-cut bodice, peeking invitingly above the lace trim.

"B... Bal?" Her eyes went wide with confusion and excitement as she tried to piece together his words. A ball? People? She'd never been invited to anything like that before; slaves were expected to attend their masters, not be part of such high society events. "I-I can go?" she stammered out, her voice barely above a whisper.

The thought of attending a ball with him made her heart race faster than ever. She wanted nothing more than to make him proud and happy; to show him that she could be everything he needed her to be. The thought was enough to send a surge of determination through her, and for the first time in years, she felt truly alive.

Her eyes shimmered with tears of happiness as she looked up at him, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "T-Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. The thought that he still wanted to be with her, even after everything they'd been through... it was more than she could ever hope for.

She bit her lip nervously, trying to contain the swelling emotions within her chest as they prepared to go shopping once again. She knew she would have to find something truly special for this ball; something that would impress him and show just how grateful she was for everything he'd done.

Shaking with anticipation and excitement, Chika followed her new husband through the store to the section dedicated to ballet shoes and ball gowns. Her heart raced faster than ever as she surveyed all the beautiful dresses and sparkly accessories, unable to contain a small squeak of delight when he handed her the key to try on anything she wanted.

She carefully stepped up onto the pedestal, taking in a deep breath before selecting several gowns in different colors and styles. The feeling of freedom that came with being able to choose was overwhelming; it was like nothing else she'd ever experienced before. With each dress she tried on, she felt more confident and beautiful, and when she finally found the perfect one - a shimmering emerald green gown that clung to her curves in all the right places - she knew that this was the dress she wanted to wear for their ball.

"M-Master," she stammered, turning around to face him with nervousness and excitement swirling through her stomach like a tornado. "Do you... do you think this is okay?"

Her heart swelled with pride and happiness as he spoke those words; it felt like a dream come true. She bit her lip, trying to contain the blush that crept up her cheeks as she turned around in a circle, admiring the dress from every angle. It hugged her curves without revealing too much flesh, accentuating her ample breasts and shapely legs. The emerald color made her eyes pop against her pale skin, making her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

"Thank you," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper as tears welled up in her eyes once more. "I'm so grateful to have you, Master."

Chika's breath caught in her throat as he moved closer, his finger brushing away a tear that had escaped her eye. She closed her eyes, feeling an overwhelming sense of relief and gratitude wash over her as she nestled into the touch. "I-I'm so lucky to have you too," she whispered shakily, her voice barely audible above the sound of their hearts pounding in unison.

The thought that he truly cared for her filled her with hope; with the belief that maybe, just maybe, they could find happiness together despite all the obstacles they'd faced. And as they stood there in the middle of the store, surrounded by pretty dresses and sparkly things, she knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them all with him by her side.

Nodding slowly, Chika followed her master's instruction and headed over to the section with ballet shoes. The colors and designs were dazzling; each pair seeming more beautiful than the last. After careful consideration, she chose a pair of shimmering silver heels that matched her emerald green gown perfectly, their delicate straps wrapping around her ankles in a flattering manner.

Once she had found her shoes, she turned back to him with a tentative smile, holding them out for his approval. "I-Is this okay?" she asked hesitantly, unable to shake the feeling that everything was still too good to be true.

A small squeak of excitement escaped her lips as he praised her choice in shoes. Her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of elation wash over her. This entire day had been nothing short of a dream come true; from being freed from her chains to finding true love with him, everything felt too perfect to be real. But there was one more thing that needed their attention: the ball itself.

She couldn't help but feel nervous at the thought of attending such an important event with so many people watching them, but she knew that if he trusted her enough to let her choose her own outfit and shoes, then she could never disappoint him. She took a deep breath, mustering up all the courage she could find within herself, and looked up at him with determination gleaming in her eyes. "I'll make sure not to let you down," she whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly from nerves and excitement alike.

Slowly following her master through the store once more, Chika couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nerves in her stomach. The thought of wearing jewelry made her shiver with excitement; she imagined it would only add to the overall effect of her outfit for their ball. As they approached the section with various necklaces, bracelets, and earrings, she struggled to contain her enthusiasm, barely containing herself from running over to examine each piece before him.

"Ooh, what about this one?" she asked breathlessly, holding out a delicate diamond necklace encrusted with emeralds. The colors matched her dress perfectly . "Do you think it's too much?"

Her heart swelled with happiness as he spoke these words; it was like a dream come true. She couldn't help but beam up at him, her eyes shining brightly with gratitude and love. With renewed determination, she went back to browsing the jewelry section, carefully picking out various pieces that caught her eye before finally settling on a sparkling set of emerald earrings and a delicate diamond bracelet to match her necklace. They were stunning; they made her feel like a queen, and she knew that he would love them as much as she did.

As they made their way through the store, Chika couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment wash over her. For once in her life, she had someone who cared for her; someone who wanted her by his side. And as they finally finished shopping and began to head home, holding hands tightly as they navigated through the crowded streets, she knew that this was only the beginning of their happily ever after together.