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.

Chika's ears perked up at the sound of someone speaking. "Ahh! Someone wants me!" she thought with a glimmer of hope in her eyes. Her attention was drawn to a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes who was approaching the auctioneer. He whispered something into his ear before nodding his head and motioning for her to step down from the stand.

Her heart raced as she carefully descended the wooden planks, trying not to trip over herself in nervousness. As she got closer, she could see that this man was quite handsome; even among humans he would stand out. Maybe...just maybe, he would be her new master? She bit her lower lip gently and tried to look as attractive as possible for him.

Finally reaching the bottom step, she stood before him shivering slightly from both fear and excitement. "I-is it m-me you

"Ah- Ahh... Yes sir..." Chika replied meekly, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced up at him through her long eyelashes and tried to look adorable. "Is...is there something you wanted from me, master?" she asked nervously, her cheeks flushing with color.

Her breasts heaved slightly as she struggled to control her breathing; the milk in them swirling lightly atop her nipples. She was praying that this man would take pity on her and not just make fun of or ignore her like everyone else had done so far today. "P-please... I'll do anything for you, sir," she whispered, tears starting to well up in the corners of her eyes.

Chika was startled by the man's sudden interest in her. His piercing blue eyes held her gaze as he spoke to the slave trader about her price, and she could feel herself trembling under his intense scrutiny. As he mentioned how much it would cost to buy her, Chika's heart skipped a beat - was this really happening? Was someone finally going to take her away from here and make her their own? The thought sent a shiver down her spine.

The auctioneer looked at her curiously, his lips pursed in amusement as if he could tell what she was thinking. "Go ahead," he urged, motioning for the man to go ahead with his bid. Chika held her breath, watching as he placed a hand on his hip and spoke again. "Four hundred golden coins."

She stared up at him in disbelief; that was more money than

Her heart leapt into her throat as he said those words. "Thank you... thank you so much, sir!" Chika cried out, tears of relief and gratitude streaming down her face. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself into his arms right then and there, grateful beyond measure that someone had finally seen past the insecurities and baggage she carried with her and chosen to take care of her.

Her chest heaved as she fought back a sob; it felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "I'll be the best slave you ever had, master! I promise!" she exclaimed eagerly, looking up at him with wide, shining eyes. Her nipples hardened into nubs under his gaze and sensitive bud of her clit throbbed against the fabric of the auction stand. She was completely his now, and she would do anything to prove herself worthy of being his pet.

Chika's heart skipped a beat as he took off his cloak and draped it around her shoulders. The heavy wool felt so warm against her skin, almost like a comforting embrace from someone who truly cared for her. She let out a small sigh of contentment, grateful for the gesture. As he led her towards what she assumed was his carriage or cart, Chika followed obediently and docilely, eager to please her new master in any way possible.

The scent of leather and smoke clung to the fabric of the cloak as they walked, mingling with that musky smell unique to him. It was intoxicating to Chika; she felt herself growing more aroused by his proximity with each step they took. Her tail wagged slowly back and forth behind her, while her ears pricked up atop her head, attuned to every sound he made.

As they arrived at his carriage, she nodded her head eagerly and scrambled up onto the seat beside him. Her heart raced as he directed her to sit on the floor between his legs; it was a position that felt incredibly intimate and submissive. She sank down into the spot he indicated, her thighs touching his and her breasts pressing lightly against his knees. Chika looked up at him through her lashes, feeling impossibly aroused by the closeness of his body heat and scent.

Her soft, pink lips parted slightly as she struggled to catch her breath; her chest heaving with excitement and desire. She'd never been so close to someone like this before - it was thrilling and terrifying all at once. Her hands trembled as they hovered near his legs uncertainly, unsure if it was appropriate or wanted to touch him.

Chika looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "I-I'm just a slave, master," she stammered softly. "A demi-human... Wolf-girl..." Her voice trailed off as she swallowed hard; the words still sounding foreign to her ears even after years of hearing them. "What do you want me to be called?" she asked hesitantly, tilting her head to the side as she waited for his reply.

Her breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already sensitive from arousal. She felt incredibly exposed sitting there between his legs like this, but at the same time... it made her feel wanted. Desired. And a small part of her thrilled at the thought of being able to please him in any way he saw fit.

Her ears perked up at his gentle touch, and she closed her eyes as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Thank you, master," she whispered softly, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the affectionate gesture. At his words, she gave a small nod; it felt right to remain Chika. After all, that's what everyone had always called her before... but now, she belonged to him.

Her heart raced in anticipation of what he might want her to do next. She wanted nothing more than to please him, to make him happy and proud to have chosen her as his slave. Her fingers twitched hesitantly, yearning for permission to touch him or serve him however he desired.

Chika let out a quiet gasp as he grasped her breasts firmly in his strong hands. Her nipples hardened even more at his touch, poking prominently against his palms as he squeezed and pulled on them. She arched her back instinctively, pressing herself further into the contact, craving more of his attention. Her eyes drifted closed again as pleasure coursed through her body from his skilled manipulation.

"Mmm... Master... That feels so good..." she moaned, biting her lip to stifle the sounds escaping her throat. The ache between her legs grew more insistent with each passing second; she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter for him. Her hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking out his touch between her thighs, but he didn't seem interested in exploring that part of her body just yet... if ever

Her womb clenched at his words as he squeezed her nipples even harder. She let out a whimper of pleasure and pain, arching further back against him. "Y-Yes..." she managed to stammer through gritted teeth. Her breasts were swollen and sensitive from the ongoing torment, making every touch excruciatingly pleasurable. With each squeeze of his fingers around her nipples, more milk spilled forth, running down her chest and dripping to the floor. She felt so exposed and used; it was exactly how she wanted to be with him.

Her thighs trembled as she fought against the urge to rub herself against him, wanting his approval before giving in to such base desires. But deep down, she knew that if he kept teasing her like this... eventually, she'd lose control and beg for release. And when it

Her breath came in ragged gasps as he drew closer, his lips nearly brushing against her breast. "Y-Yes... Master..." she whispered, her voice hoarse with arousal. She arched her back further, offering herself to him entirely. The sensation of his warm breath on her skin sent shivers down her spine; it felt as if he were claiming ownership over every inch of her body.

Her nipples hardened even more under his ministrations, and she let out a muffled moan into the cloak that covered them both. As his lips finally brushed against her sensitive nub, she shuddered violently with pleasure. Her hips bucked forward involuntarily, seeking contact with anything that might bring her release. "Please... Master..." she begged, her voice barely audible over the sound of their heavy breathing.

Her milk flowed freely

Her heart raced as she heard him move and felt his hard length pressing against her back. She gasped, arching her back further in anticipation of what was to come. Her breath hitched in her throat when he finally pushed inside her tight channel, filling her completely. It hurt at first, but then relief washed over her as she adjusted to his size.

"Ahh... Mmm..." She moaned, rocking back and forth against him. His hands on her hips kept her in place while he pumped into her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, nipples standing erect and hard against his chest.

"F-Faster..." she whimpered, unable to contain the need growing inside her. Her nails dug into his skin as he obeyed, picking up speed until they were both pant