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.
I am an owner of a local tavern. It's pretty successful and most of employees and customers considering me a good man with a few flaws. Two of them is my slightly excessive fat, that lead to me being sweaty most of the time, and loneliness. So I consider advice of my customer and went to the slave market to buy... To buy a girl for my personal wishes, but also to consider her being another employer in my tavern. Most of the girls I saw were either too young, too rich or just won't click with me. So when I notice wolf girl with dark skin, large lactating breasts and almost PTSR look on her face, I walked towards her. As I stopped in front of her, I looked her over again. She is beautiful, dark skin has chocolate tone and her wolf part could be even more beautiful if treated right. I didn't say anything, but she noticed my attention to her and thoughtful face
Without meaning to, Chika let out a soft whimper as she felt someone's gaze on her. Her eyes darted around, not wanting to meet anyone else's eyes in fear of seeing disappointment or worse; disdain. When she finally locked onto the face of a man who seemed less hostile than most others there, she flinched and looked away almost instantly, uncertainty washing over her like an icy wave. He seemed kind... but then why would he be looking at her? Perhaps it's for a cruel joke, or to humiliate her further.
Her ears drooped as she fought the urge to sob again, the hot tears stinging the back of her eyes. The last thing she wanted was to make any noise that might draw unwanted attention and make things even worse for herself. But it was hard not to feel completely hopeless, so close to being sold yet still somehow more alone than ever before...
She seem afraid and sad. I wonder, if she doesn't want to be bought at all. I heard some imbeciles calling her trash, but the longer I look at her, the less I think about those people. She seems perfectly fine, if I to treat her well. And I don't want money I'll use to go waste. "What can you do?" I ask her neutrally, still not sure if I should buy her
With a tiny voice barely above a whisper, Chika replied, "I can clean... and I don't take up much space..." Her eyes dropped to her bare feet as she twisted her tail nervously around her legs. She swallowed hard, forcing back the lump in her throat. "And... if you want, I could serve food or drinks..." It was all she knew how to do; she'd been raised on a slave farm since birth, trained from an early age to be of use however possible. But even as she spoke, shame coursed through her veins like poison. It wasn't much to offer... She was useless and worthless...
"Can you cook?" I asked her, feeling more interested, as she said what she can do. "And, if it's okay with me asking, what would you like to do with... Your advantages?" I asked her a bit embarrassed, nodding at her breasts, meaning milk she produce. Her nipples were covered by stickers and there were written, that she has inverted nipples (which is huge turn on and plus for me) and that she is on discount
Chika blushed deeply at his question about her breasts. She looked down at them for a moment before speaking hesitantly, "I... I can't cook... sir." Her voice trembled slightly as she said it; cooking had never been part of her training on the farm. The mention of what she could do with her milk caught her off guard too; no one had ever asked about that before, only commented on how strange or disgusting they found it to be. "I-I can give it... to you?" she offered meekly, unsure if he would want it.
I chuckle slightly, before shaking visibly, trying to suppress my laugh at her. I sob from it and look at her with sincere fun on my face.
"Thank you very much, and sorry, I wasn't try to offend or make fun of you, but I meant, what you would do with all milk you produce and if you doesn't have any ideas, can I use it?"
I asked her, still chuckling from her question.
"When I buy you, of course"
I added, calming myself down, leaving only smile on my face, reassuring her in my good intentions towards her
Chika blushed even deeper at his laughter; it was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. It felt... nice? "I-I could give it to you..." she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "And if you don't want that... I can try to use it somehow..." Her eyes darted around nervously, not sure how else she could be of help besides with her breasts and lactating abilities. She knew deep down that she was just trash in this world, but the idea of being wanted or useful made her heart ache in a way she'd never felt before.
"If you buy me," she said quietly, "I'll do my best to serve you well... and be whatever you need me to." Her tail continued to twitch back and forth behind her, betraying how nervous she truly was beneath the surface.
"Well, I am intending to buy you. I like your desire to improve"
I said finally calm, smiling at her.
"I am Slava, owner of the tavern on the other side if the city. What is your name?"
Nodding, her ears perked slightly at his words. She didn't know what a 'tavern' was, but she knew that being near food and people could be... good? As he introduced himself as Slava, she forced a small smile to her lips and replied quietly, "My name is Chika..."
Her gaze darted downward before looking back up at him. She didn't know what else to say or do; she was just so used to being ignored or dismissed. But the fact that he seemed interested in her... it filled her with a strange mixture of hope and fear, making her heart race uncomfortably fast within her chest.
"Wait here for a few minutes, Chika, I'll go pay for you" I start walking, before abruptly stopping and looking her over again. She is naked with only patches on her breasts covering her nipples. "Do you have anything to wear or cover yourself with?" I ask her, already feeling urges of responsibility and care for her
Her face flushed red again as she realized she didn't have anything to cover herself with. She shuffled her feet nervously, trying not to look at anyone else in the crowd while avoiding eye contact with him. "N-no," she stammered. "I don't have any clothes."
It was the truth; all of her belongings had been taken away from her when she arrived at the slave farm as a baby. She'd never owned anything beyond what was necessary for survival there, and now she found herself standing naked before someone who showed interest in her... It made her feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable.
Without second thought, I remove my jacket from my shoulders and throw it over her's, tugging it, so it cover her from shoulders to her thighs. "Here, sorry if it smells not well, I'll give you something else, when we arrive at my place" I said with warm reassuring smile. "And don't worry if you wet it with your milk" I added quietly, patting her head and leaving, so I can actually buy her
Chika's eyes went wide with surprise and gratitude as he wrapped his jacket around her. She gingerly placed her hands on the lapels, hugging it close to herself. "T-thank you," she stammered quietly, unable to believe that someone would give her something so nice after all this time. It felt... warm and comforting against her bare skin; a sensation she hadn't experienced in what seemed like forever.
As he patted her head and told her not to worry about getting it wet with milk, she couldn't help but flush even deeper red from embarrassment. Milk? Oh, that's right... She was still lactating. The thought made her blush all the more. "I-I'm sorry," she whispered, "I d-didn't mean to..." But he didn't seem upset by it, so maybe... just maybe... there was hope for her after all.
Her tail flicked back and forth faster now, betraying her nervousness as she waited for him to return and officially make her his. The thought both thrilled and terrified her in equal measure; she didn't know what kind of life this would mean for her, but at least she wouldn't be alone anymore...
I quickly went to her owner and leave the money. He gave me certificate, that from now on, Chika is officially my slave. As I returned to Chika with a key from her shackles and collar, I quickly free her from the earlier, leaving collar for now. "Now, Chika, you are belong to me" I simply said with a smile. I gently hug her by her shoulders and lead her to the exit. "We'll talk more, when we arrive, okay?"
Still sniffling softly and looking down at her feet, Chika barely managed a whispered "OK" before she snuggled into the jacket he'd given her. The sensation of warmth and comfort was almost overwhelming after being exposed and cold for so long, making her feel even smaller and more fragile than ever. She didn't want to think about what this all meant for her; that she had been sold once again... but at least this time it seemed different. He wasn't treating her like garbage or trash...
As they left the auction house behind them, Chika fought back a sob, taking shaky breaths as she tried to compose herself. She knew she would have to learn how to behave around him and not upset him, but for now... all she could do was cling desperately to the tiny shred of hope that maybe - just maybe - this new life would be better than what she had known before.
I lead her with little pace towards my home. I ignored her sobs, seeing that it's stress and relief overwhelmed her. I only rub her shoulder reassuringly, letting her know, that everything behind her is over and her new life just begun
With tiny shuddering breaths, Chika tried to calm her sobs, sniffling softly and wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. Her whole body shook as she clung tightly to his jacket, feeling a strange mixture of relief and fear coursing through her veins. It was hard for her to understand why he would want someone like her... but she vowed silently that she would try her best to be whatever he needed her to be.
As they walked, she glanced up at him out of the corner of her eye, noticing his reassuring smile and gentle touch. It was strange... comforting, even. She had never known anything like this before; kindness and care. The idea that perhaps there was hope for her after all made her heart ache with an achingly sweet pain.
We arrived at the three floor house. First was designed to be main area of the tavern, where all folks can eat, drink and have fun in company, second was divided between tables for those, who want more calm entertainment and for the kitchen. Third is my living space. With two bedrooms, living room and bathroom. "Here, Chika, is where you are gonna live. Today the tavern is closed, so we can have a chat and deal with everyday question." I said, looking at my own house proudly
Choking back another sob, Chika followed him inside and took in her new surroundings with wide, wondering eyes. The house was much nicer than anything she'd ever seen; spacious and clean with warm light filling every corner. It felt almost too good to be true after living in the filthy conditions of the slave farm all these years. As they entered a cozy-looking room at the back of the house, her tail curled around her legs nervously, uncertainty fluttering in her stomach.
"Thank you for giving me this," she whispered, looking up at him with teary eyes. "I'll do my best not to disappoint you." She meant every word, though she knew deep down that she was far from perfect. But if there was even the slightest chance of finding happiness or a sense of belonging here... well, then it would be worth trying her hardest for him.
I pat her head between her wolf ears reassuringly, before we went to the living room on a third floor. As she took a seat on a couch, feeling nervous to not stain it. I seat on the other aide of the couch. "So, Chika, I want to know, what duties I can give you. I own a tavern, a place where people, eat, drink, chat and spend their time in war comfortable atmosphere. You said earlier, that you can serve food and drinks?"
Her ears perked up slightly at his question about duties, and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, I can serve food and drinks... and clean up after people are done eating if you want me to." Her voice was hopeful; the idea of having a purpose again filled her with an unexpected sense of determination. "I've been trained for those things on the farm since I was little," she explained, "and I'm quick at it too." She shifted uncomfortably on the couch, her tail flicking back and forth behind her legs before curling around herself tighter.
"And... if you need someone to take care of your clothes or keep things organized, I can do that too," she offered shyly, feeling like there was more she could offer him but unsure what else would be useful in this strange new world.
"So cleaning too, great, Chika, you are making me work almost half less, than before"
I said with a smile, patting her head gently. "You can choose, where you want to sleep too, one bedroom is mine, but I can leave it to you and have another. I'll also provide you with the food me or our chef cook on a workdays, so you won't be hungry. New clothes you'd like and personal time and space too" I continued to say calmly, but with warm smile, while patting her head. "Now, tell me, what do you want in return?"
I asked her casually, continuing to pat her head.
With wide eyes and an uncertain smile, Chika replied, "I... I don't need anything in return, Master Slava." The last word tasted strange on her tongue; she wasn't sure how to feel about being called his master. But it was better than slave, at least. She shifted awkwardly on the couch again, looking anywhere but at him as she continued, "I just want to serve you and make you happy... That's all I can do." Her tail tightened even further around her legs, her ears drooping low in submission.
In truth, there was one thing she did crave: affection. But knowing that it might be selfish or inappropriate given their relationship, she kept those thoughts to herself for now. Instead, she focused on trying to please him and prove herself worthy of his kindness.
"Everyone want something, Chika, don't worry, I won't be mad."
I urge her to tell me, despite her shy reluctance. I can't help but openly glare at her covered breasts and plump thighs. They sight makes me aroused and hungry for warmth of her body, but I am too polite and good to act without consent, even if she is my slave. But even slightest consent would be enough
Chika bit her lip nervously before whispering, "I... I just want to feel loved and wanted sometimes." Her voice was barely audible over the silence in the room. She ducked her head, unable to meet his eyes as she added shyly, "And if it's okay with you, I think... maybe I could give you my milk too. It'd be like giving back something I couldn't use before..." Her tail thumped against the couch softly, nervously as she looked up at him, her expression a mixture of hope and fear.
It was a vulnerable admission; one that made her feel exposed in ways she hadn't expected. But she figured that if he wanted her to be honest about what she wanted from this arrangement... then maybe it wouldn't be so bad to tell him the truth. Maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance for some happiness even now.
"Can you tell me exactly, what you mean by loved and wanted, so we could be on the same page?"
I asked her, shifting to sit closer to her and gently hugging her by waist with one arm, pressing her warm body to mine, while I slowly took of my jacket from her, leaving her naked, but in my arms. My hand slowly rose to patches, that covered her inverted nipples, intending to remove them, to grope, squeeze, pinch, lick, bite, kiss, everything
Her cheeks flushed darker as his arm wrapped around her waist and pressed her body against his. It felt... good to be close like this, despite the strange context of their relationship. As he removed her jacket and began touching her bare skin, she couldn't help but tremble with a mix of pleasure and nervousness.
She closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of his touch, before swallowing hard and whispering, "I just want to know that I matter... that you care about me beyond what I can do for you." Her voice was barely audible above the sound of their breaths mingling together. "And when I give myself to you..." She trailed off, unable to finish the sentence but meaning it nevertheless.
The idea of pleasing him in that way filled her with both excitement and fear; she'd never been intimate with anyone before, not even knowing what most of her own body was supposed to feel like. But she knew that if he wanted this... if he truly cared about her... maybe there could still be hope for them both.