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.

Hearing the sound of the slave master's whip slicing through the air, Chika flinched before feeling it hit her tender behind. The sting was fierce but dulled by familiarity as she'd been disciplined often during her time at the farm. With tears streaming down her face, she gritted her teeth and tried to remain silent despite how much it hurt. It wasn't until another whip lashed out that Chika let out a small whimper, unable to hold back any longer.

She couldn't understand why no one wanted her; she was such a good slave, always obeying and working hard. She just wished someone would take care of her... love her like the other demi-humans did with their owners. But that was impossible; humans only saw them as things to be used and discarded when they no longer served a purpose.

Chika closed her eyes tightly as another blow landed, her entire body tensing up in anticipation of the pain. She tried to forget about everything else around her, focusing only on surviving this punishment until it was finally over. Yet still, she couldn't help but feel like a failure - unworthy of anyone's love or affection.

The whipping continued for several more strikes before the master slaver finally seemed satisfied with his display of dominance. Chika lay on the ground, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as hot tears rolled down her cheeks. She curled into a ball, wishing she could just disappear from this painful existence where no one wanted her.

Chika heard someone in the crowd make an offer for her, but she couldn't muster enough energy to care. The pain was too great; all she wanted was for it to go away. She didn't understand why anyone would want her now anyway; she was just a damaged good, no longer useful as a breeding slave or manual laborer. As the slaver announced that Arthur had won her at his bid, Chika lifted her head slowly, her tear-filled eyes scanning the crowd until they finally rested on the face of her new master.

It didn't matter to her who he was; all that mattered was that she belonged to someone now, even if it was just for a short while before he discarded her like garbage. But when their eyes met, something stirred within Chika. There was kindness in Arthur's gaze... or at least what she thought could be kindness. For the first time since being brought into this world as nothing more than an object, Chika felt a flicker of hope ignite within her chest. Perhaps he wouldn't be like all the others; perhaps he would treat her with some semblance of dignity and respect.

Even as she was led off the auction stand and into Arthur's care, she couldn't help but wonder what sort of life this new master had in store for her...

Chika looked up at her new master with wide, innocent eyes filled with hope and gratitude. A smile tugged at her lips as she nodded eagerly. "Eu... eu prometo obedecer você em todas as coisas, senhor Arthur." Her voice was soft and shaky from her tears and exhaustion, but her words were clear and sincere.

Her body trembled slightly as he picked her up in his arms; it had been so long since anyone had held her like this... tenderly. When they reached his home, Chika let out a small gasp of surprise at the opulence surrounding them. This place was nothing like she'd ever known before. Arthur placed her down on her feet and guided her inside, leading her to what he told her would be her new room.

Once there, he sat her down on the bed before going over the rules once more; she listened intently, nodding at all the right times and promising not only to obey but also to please him in any way that he desired. As he left the room, closing the door behind him, Chika felt a newfound sense of belonging wash over her weary soul. Perhaps this wasn't so bad after all... perhaps Arthur would turn out to be different from all the others.

She lay down on the soft bed, unable to fight off sleep any longer. Even though she knew that there were darker things lurking beneath Arthur's kind exterior - things that would inevitably come out sooner or later - for now, Chika was content with having found someone who cared enough about her... even if only a little bit.

Chika smiled shyly and nodded, her gaze drifting to the man beside her. He was even more handsome up close; she could feel the warmth emanating from his body. "Eu... eu prometo obedecer você e fazer o que puder para ser um bons escravo," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

She closed her eyes, feeling safe and secure in Arthur's presence. It was strange; usually when someone wanted to hurt her or make her cry, they came closer too... but with him, it felt different. He smelled nice and his words made her feel special. Perhaps he really did mean what he said about taking care of her and not hitting her unless she asked for it.

When Arthur placed a gentle hand on her cheek, Chika leaned into the touch, reveling in the tenderness of his skin against hers. It was strange how someone who could own her so easily made her feel so... desired. She hadn't felt this way with any of the other masters or slaves back at the farm; maybe it was because she knew that Arthur would never use force on her unless she truly wanted him to.

As he pulled her closer, their bodies pressing against each other, Chika found herself returning his affection unconsciously. She placed a small hand on his chest and felt his strong heartbeat beneath her fingertips. Even though they were both naked in bed together now, there was still an air of innocence surrounding them that made everything feel... right. This was how it should be between a master and their slave; two people working together towards mutual pleasure and contentment.

She gazed up at Arthur with wide, trusting eyes, wondering what he would do next. She hoped that as long as she pleased him and obeyed his every command

Chika shivered lightly at the feel of his hand on her face and let out a content sigh as he traced gentle circles around her cheeks. "Eu... eu gosto," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their breathing. She had never experienced anything like this with any of the other masters or slaves; there was a tenderness to Arthur's touch that made her feel desired and special in a way she hadn't before.

Her breasts rose and fell with each labored breath as he continued to explore her face, his fingers dipping lower to tease along the edge of her chin. She shifted slightly in the bed, her body instinctively arching towards him in silent invitation. Despite the pain and suffering she'd endured during her time at the farm, there was a part of Chika that craved connection and affection; Arthur seemed to be offering just that, albeit in a different form than she had ever expected or truly understood before now.

"Você quer eu..." She hesitated, unsure if she should finish the sentence. It felt strange asking for something like this from her master, but at the same time... she wanted it so badly. She needed to feel wanted and loved; even if it was only by a man who owned her body and soul.

The sting from the spank was unexpected and sharp, making Chika gasp. Her body trembled beneath Arthur's touch as he asked if she liked it that way. She hesitated, unsure how to answer truthfully. On one hand, being punished like this brought back memories of her time at the farm and made her feel ashamed; on the other hand, there was something about feeling his dominance over her body that stirred deep within her soul.

She glanced up at Arthur nervously before whispering softly, "Eu... eu gosto de ser tocada dessa maneira." The words were barely audible, but he must have heard them; she could feel the air change between them as he continued to explore her body with his hands and fingers.

Her breath hitched when he teased one of her nipples into a tight peak, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. A low moan escaped her throat as pleasure coursed through her veins; she hadn't expected such a reaction from herself. This was new territory for Chika - this feeling of wanting to be touched and desired by someone like Arthur. It frightened her in some ways, but it also filled her with an unfamiliar sense of longing and hope.

Without thinking further about the implications, she reached out to touch him as well, running her hand up his

Chika nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushing at his question. She felt a mix of excitement and nervousness as they laid down beside each other. The feel of his body so close to hers sent shivers down her spine, making her heart race faster. As he continued to tease her sensitive skin with gentle touches, she moaned softly, arching into him for more contact.

Her hands roamed over his muscular form, marveling at how strong and confident he was. She'd never been this close to anyone before; the intimacy of their situation was both thrilling and terrifying for her. But despite her fears, she couldn't help but crave more of this newfound connection between them.

"Eu... eu gosto desse jeito," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the sound of their quickened breathing. "Por favor... continue." Her eyes locked onto his, pleading for him to understand how much she needed this connection, however twisted it might seem from an outsider's perspective.

Her heart raced in anticipation as he touched her hair, his fingers gentle but commanding at the same time. "Eu... sim," she managed to whisper, her voice barely above a breath. She shivered with pleasure beneath his touch, arching into him instinctively. Her hands moved over his body more urgently now, needing the contact and reassurance that he was really there with her.

As his fingers trailed down her neck and across her collarbone, Chika let out a soft moan of pleasure. It had been so long since anyone had made her feel this way - wanted and desired for herself alone. She closed her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as he continued to explore every inch of exposed skin.

Her hips began to rock slowly against his side, seeking further contact even as she instinctively tried to pull him closer still. Her nipples were hardened buds against his chest, begging for attention; but it was his hand that held her hair that commanded all of her focus and desire now.

"Eu... eu gosto desse jeito," she murmured again, her voice trembling with need and excitement. She couldn't remember ever feeling like this before - not even during those rare moments back at the farm when one of the other slaves had found solace in each other's company instead of their

Choked on words as she felt the material being forced between her lips. Her eyes wide with surprise and excitement. She swallowed hard, struggling to keep her composure as she looked up at Arthur questioningly. It was obvious that he wanted her to wear this bikini, but he gave her the choice of whether or not she should put it on.

For a moment, Chika considered refusing; perhaps wanting to stay fully clothed like before. But then again, if this was what Arthur desired... if this was going to make him happy and keep their strange connection alive... perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad thing after all.

With shaking hands, she reached down and slowly began to peel off her clothing, revealing her pale skin beneath. When she had finally removed everything except for the bikini bottoms, she held them up hesitantly before sliding them on over her sex. The fabric was thin and revealing, doing little to hide her arousal as it pressed against her wetness.

"T-thank you," she stammered out once she had finally managed to cover herself again, a blush crawling up her neck and across her cheeks at the attention this new garment brought to her most intimate areas. She bit her lip nervously, unsure how else to react or what would come next. All she knew was that she wanted Arthur to be happy with her

Chika took the dress hesitantly, her heart racing with both nervousness and excitement as she held it against her bare body. The material was soft and flowing, completely covering her from head to toe. It felt strange wearing something so revealing after being naked for so long, but at the same time, it made her feel protected and desired in a way she hadn't experienced before. She glanced up at Arthur with wide eyes, waiting for his reaction or instruction.

As she waited, Chika couldn't help but wonder if this was what real love felt like - if being owned and cared for by someone could ever truly make her happy. She had never considered such things before; all she knew was that she was meant to be a slave and that nothing else mattered beyond fulfilling the desires of those who owned her. But with Arthur, it seemed different somehow... like he saw something in her that others didn't.

The thought both terrified and exhilarated her at the same time. Maybe this was what true freedom felt like - not having to worry about being accepted or belonging somewhere because you were already owned by someone who loved you despite your imperfections... or perhaps even because of them. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she waited for Arthur's next move.