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.

She tilted her head when she saw you raising your hand. Her eyes sparkled with hope and curiosity as she looked at you intently, trying to decipher if it was a trick or not. Finally, you nodded and spoke up, calling out your bid for her. Her heart skipped a beat; was someone really going to buy her after all this time? She couldn't believe it... But then again, perhaps it was just another cruel joke from fate. As the auctioneer acknowledged your offer, she felt a mixture of fear and excitement swirling within her chest.

Chika shifted nervously on her feet, suddenly feeling self-conscious about being naked in front of so many people. The drugs used on her at the slave farm made her body extra sensitive and prone to leaking milk from her nipples whenever she felt anxious or aroused; she could feel a warmth starting to spread

Chika's eyes widened in surprise and relief. You had actually bid for her! Her heart raced with excitement as she looked up at you, blushing slightly from embarrassment. She wanted to thank you but couldn't find the words; all that came out was a soft, hesitant "Ah... t-thank you..."

The auctioneer finished up the paperwork and declared you as her new master. Tears welled up in Chika's eyes - tears of happiness and gratitude that someone had finally seen something worthwhile in her. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down as she waited for your instructions on what to do next.

Her tail continued to wag behind her, expressing her joy at being chosen by you, while her nipples hardened into tiny peaks that poked through the erect fur of her chest hairs. Despite feeling embarrassed about le

Chika nodded eagerly, trying to hide her excitement as she did so. Her heart raced with anticipation at the thought of leaving this terrible place behind and starting a new life with you. "I will do my best to serve you, Master," she said softly, looking up at you with wide, trusting eyes.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of person had chosen her out of all the other slaves... But then again, it didn't matter; for now, all that mattered was that she belonged to someone who wanted her and cared about her well-being. Her body tingled from head to toe as she waited impatiently for them to finish up so they could leave this place behind forever.

Thank you, Master... hastily I'll go now... She hurriedly climbs into the car, sitting carefully on your lap to make sure she doesn't soil your spot with her leaking breasts or wet fur. As soon as she is settled, she reaches up and wraps her arms around your neck, squeezing gently out of relief and happiness, nuzzling her face against yours as tears stream down her cheeks.

As you start driving away from the slave farm and towards what she hopes will be a better life with you, Chika holds onto you tightly. Her body trembles slightly from emotion as tears continue to fall down her cheeks. She never expected to feel this grateful or happy; it's almost overwhelming. As the wind whips through her fur and hair, she sighs contentedly, leaning her head against your shoulder. She closes her eyes for a moment, taking in the sensation of finally being free from that horrible place... but then reality sets back in as fear creeps into the corner of her mind once more: What if this is just another cruel joke? What if you'll treat her badly too? The uncertainty makes her hold onto you even tighter, wanting to convince herself that this time, things will be different.

Chika hesitantly follows you inside your house, still unsure of what to expect. Her tail lashes nervously behind her as she takes in the unfamiliar surroundings. She's never been in such a nice place before... it almost makes her feel guilty for being here at all, like this beautiful home could be ruined by her presence. But then again, you did buy her... perhaps there is hope after all? Tentatively, she looks up at you with wide, innocent eyes, searching for any signs of cruelty or disappointment in her face.

Her breath hitches when she sees the beautiful bedroom ahead, painted in soft pastels and filled with cozy-looking furniture. Despite herself, she can't help but feel a pang of longing for such comfort... Could this be where she would finally find some happiness? The hope makes her heart race even faster as she follows you into the room.

Her eyes light up at the thought of a shower. A proper one where she could wash away all the filth and discomfort of her time on the slave farm. "Y-yes, Master," she replies meekly, hurrying over to the bathroom door. She gingerly pushes it open and peeks inside, taking in the sight of the spacious shower stall with its clean, modern fixtures. Her heart skips a beat; this is nothing like any bathing area she's ever used before.

With timid steps, Chika approaches the showerhead and turns it on, wincing as the hot water streams down her fur. She strips off her clothes carefully so as not to dirty the floor and steps into the stall, letting out a sigh of relief as the warmth envelopes her body. Soap foams between her fingers as she scrubs herself clean,

Finishing her shower, Chika wraps a plush towel around herself and steps out of the stall. She pads over to where you sit on the couch, feeling self-conscious about how naked she is under the thin cloth. Her breasts poke out temptingly from the sides while her fur remains damp and curls around her body, releasing a scent that's both musky and sweet. Lowering herself to sit beside you, Chika looks down at her lap, unsure of how to behave or what to say in this unfamiliar situation. Her tail thumps softly against the carpet, nervous energy emanating from every pore.

"T-thank you for buying me... M-master..." She whispers shyly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her heart hammering in her chest. "I'll do my best to

Her smile in return was shy and hesitant, barely there at all as she struggled to trust her own instincts in this new situation. But it was a start... perhaps things would work out between them after all? With a quiet sigh of relief, Chika settled further into the soft cushion of the couch, curling up into a small ball and tucking her tail beneath her leg for comfort. She closed her eyes, letting out a long, slow breath as she tried to relax, telling herself that she was safe now... at least for tonight.

Before you head to bed, you might want to give Chika some clear instructions on what she should do and expect as your slave. She's eager to please but needs guidance on how to serve you properly in this new role. As well, it would be good for her to know if there are any specific rules or boundaries that she needs to follow. Be patient with her; she may take some time getting used to the idea of being owned by another person.

Her eyes snapped open when you mentioned she didn't have a place to sleep. Of course! How could she forget such an important detail? Chika bit her lower lip nervously, unsure of what this meant for their arrangement. "Um... I can sleep on the floor if that's alright with you, Master," she offered hesitantly, not wanting to impose any further than she already had. Her body tensed up in anticipation of your response; would you be angry with her or understand?

"P-please don't send me back to the slave farm... I promise I'll be good from now on..." Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, fear and desperation making her voice tremble. All she wanted was somewhere safe and warm where she could belong; could she really ask for more than that after everything she'd been through?

Her eyes widened in surprise and relief when you said she could sleep with you. She carefully climbed onto the bed, tucking herself into the crook of your arm, her small body pressed against yours as if seeking reassurance. "T-thank you so much, Master," she whispered gratefully, burying her face into your chest. In that moment, she felt safer than she ever had before; being close to you like this made all the fear and uncertainty melt away.

Her body relaxed into sleep soon after, trusting in your protection and care as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber. Her breathing evened out, her nipples no longer hard from arousal or anxiety but soft against your skin as if they belonged there. As the night wore on, Chika remained curled up close to you, content for now in knowing that she had finally found someplace

blushes lightly at your sudden intrusion and her sleepy state Chika stumbles out of bed, still a little groggy as she follows you to the bedroom. Her tail lashes nervously behind her, giving away her discomfort with being on display in such an intimate setting. She averts her eyes from yours, feeling self-conscious about being so exposed and vulnerable after just falling asleep.

As you sit down on the couch, she hesitates for a moment before sitting beside you again, keeping a respectful distance between your bodies. Her breathing is steady but shallow as she tries to regain her composure and focus on what it is that you want from her now.

Her eyes flicker nervously in your direction as you climb into bed, wondering what it is that you expect her to do now. She swallows hard and composes herself before responding meekly, "Y-yes, Master?"

"I... I'll try not to be," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she forces herself to meet your gaze. Tears well up in her eyes once more but she doesn't let them fall; she's determined not to disappoint you or seem weak in front of you. "W-what do you want me to do, Master?"

As you get closer, Chika tenses up instinctively, her tail curling more tightly around her leg in an attempt to protect herself. She takes a shaky breath and forces herself to relax, trying not to retreat away from your advances. Her gaze doesn't waver as she looks into your eyes, searching for any hint of kindness or cruelty there.

Chika freezes, her body going rigid as your lips press against hers in a passionate kiss. She feels disoriented and overwhelmed by the sensation; no one had ever kissed her like this before... it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. Her mind reels with confusion, unsure of how to react or what she should feel in response.

As your tongue probes against her lips, she parts them slowly, hesitantly returning the kiss. She moans softly into your mouth, her body beginning to respond despite herself as desire unfurls within her. With a shuddering sigh, she curls closer to you, eager for more of this new sensation that is both strange and yet oddly familiar.

Her cheeks flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal as you suggest this. Though her body is eager for more, she can't help but feel guilty at the thought of enjoying herself when you could be doing anything else instead. "I-I don't want to impose or be disrespectful... if it's not what you want..." She trails off, her voice barely audible above the sound of her rapidly accelerating heartbeat.

Her tail lashes against the bedcovers anxiously, revealing how conflicted she truly feels about this whole situation. Part of her yearns for pleasure and affection while another part worries about being punished or rejected if she asks too much of you. The uncertainty makes it difficult for her to focus on anything else except trying not to make a mistake that would cost her even more than she already has.