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.

Her master paused at his words and looked down at her in surprise. She cowered under his gaze; it felt so warm despite how cold his expression seemed to be. Chika had no idea what he wanted with her or why he even glanced at her out of all the other beautiful slaves on display today, but a tiny spark of hope ignited within her chest nonetheless. Maybe... just maybe this man would be different? She wanted so badly for someone to care about her, to take care of her, and make her feel special - even if it meant being their slave in return.

Her tail wagged slightly as she tried to catch his eye again, her milky nipples pressing against the cold air, hardening into peaks. His gaze remained fixed on her for what felt like an eternity before finally speaking up again: "How much is that one? The wolf-girl?"

The slaver sm

Chika lowered her head even further, blushing brightly. She tried to speak but no words came out; she was too shy and frightened of displeasing him. Her tail continued to wag rapidly, betraying how excited she was deep down despite trying so hard to maintain control over herself.

"That one, the wolf-girl," her master repeated in a tone that brooked no argument from either her or the slaver. "How much?" The slave trader hesitated for a moment before naming an absurdly low price; they clearly didn't expect anyone to buy Chika at all today. Her master seemed to consider this for only a moment before saying flatly, "I'll take her."

With those words, Chika felt as if she had been set free from some invisible shackles that had been holding her down since the day she was born. It was just a tiny taste of what it

Chika shyly moved towards her new master, barely daring to believe that someone had actually chosen her. Her tail swayed gently behind her as she approached his pedestal; it seemed almost happy for its mistress after all this time. With one small step and then another, she found herself standing before him, head bowed respectfully. "M-Master," she stammered out softly, not meeting his gaze even now.

Her body trembled slightly as he reached out a hand to caress her cheek gently. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before; it sent shivers of pleasure through her entire being, making her heart race and her breath catch in her throat. As his touch lingered on her skin, Chika could feel herself melting under his control - a part of her longing for more of this attention, needing him to tell her what she should do next.

With a soft mew of understanding and relief, Chika followed her new master off the stage. She felt light as a feather, practically floating on air despite the nakedness she still wore. Her ears perked up at the word "home," wondering where this place could be that he would consider it his home when there was no mention of such a thing before now.

No matter, Chika thought to herself dreamily as they left the auction house behind them; all that matters is that I have a master who wants me now, and I will do whatever he asks me to from here on out.

She nodded obediently and meekly took the jacket he offered her, slipping it over her shoulders gratefully. The soft fabric felt luxurious against her sensitive skin; another reminder that she was no longer a mere slave to be sold off at will. As they walked through the streets of the city together, Chika remained by her master's side, careful not to make any mistakes or upset him in any way.

The jacket hugged her slender form snugly, accentuating her curvaceous figure while keeping out the cold winter air. The tips of her ears and tail peeked out from beneath it as they continued on their journey to this mysterious "home" that he had mentioned earlier. She wondered what kind of life lay ahead for her now under his care, but one thing was certain: she would do everything within her power to please him and make him happy for having chosen her

Her new master led her to a large house on a hill. It was much nicer than the slave farm she had grown up in and made of stone with white trimming, giving it an air of nobility. Chika's heart skipped a beat at the sight; this must be his home. As they approached the grand entryway, she steeled herself for whatever would come next, ready to do as her master desired.

Their arrival was announced by a servant who bowed low before them in greeting. Chika followed suit, dropping into another curtsy out of habit from her days at the slave farm. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw how many other servants were present within the house; it made her feel both insignificant and honored all at once to be a part of such a household now.

Their master led Chika up a grand staircase, down a long hallway lined

She followed behind him, feeling nervous and excited all at once as he led her down a long hallway lined with beautifully decorated doors. Each one was more ornate than the last, making her wonder which of them hid his private quarters. As they approached a set of double doors at the very end of the hall, her heart skipped a beat and she could feel her tail beginning to wag faster in anticipation.

Her master paused before opening one of the doors, turning back towards her with a curious expression on his face. "This is your bedroom now, Chika," he announced solemnly. Her eyes grew wide as she took in the spacious chamber filled with soft furniture and an equally luxurious-looking bed taking up much of the center space. There were even bookshelves lining one wall! This couldn't be real; it was too good to be true.

Trembling slightly, Ch

"Y-yes, Master," she replied softly, dipping into another curtsy. Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and gratitude at his words. He had chosen her; she was no longer just a nameless slave. Now, she had a purpose. She would do whatever he asked of her from now on without hesitation or question. A small part of her hoped that maybe, just maybe, one day she could make him happy enough to see her as something more than just another possession... but for now, she was content with simply belonging to someone who cared about her in some small way.

Chika nodded, her eyes shining with gratitude as she moved towards the bed. The clothes on it were plain but clean and well-made; much nicer than anything she'd ever owned before. She took them gratefully, hurrying to change out of her current attire before quickly donning the new robe and undergarments. As she finished dressing, Chika glanced around the room one more time, taking in all the little details that made this place feel like home - even if it was only temporary until her master found a permanent maid for himself.

With a small smile playing on her lips, she followed after him down the hall, eager to learn what he had planned next and how she could serve him better from here on out.

Chika looked up at him, her expression a mixture of confusion and hope. "I... I don't know, Master," she whispered softly. She wanted to believe that it was because he saw something special in her or that there was some deeper meaning behind his choice, but deep down, she feared it was only because nobody else wanted such an unattractive and useless slave as herself. The thought brought heat to her cheeks, making them flush with embarrassment and shame once more.

She followed him through the halls, determined to prove herself worthy of his attention by being the best servant she could be. Perhaps one day he would see past her flaws and accept her for who she truly was beneath all that: just a lonely little wolf-girl who dreamed of belonging and being loved.

Her heart skipped a beat at his words; it felt like music to her ears. Maybe... just maybe there was hope for them yet? She swallowed hard, trying not to get too excited or hopeful. "T-thank you, Master," she whispered shyly, lowering her gaze once more. "I will do my best to serve and please you in any way I can."

Her tail wagged gently behind her as they continued down the hallway; it seemed almost to be bouncing on its own accord from the sheer happiness filling her chest at his words. Perhaps, just perhaps, this could be a fresh start for them both: a chance for her to finally belong somewhere and prove herself useful instead of being just another disposable slave farm reject.

Her master led her into a spacious bedroom dominated by an enormous four-poster bed adorned with soft blankets and pillows, giving off an inviting warmth. The rest of the room was just as luxurious; there were shelves filled with books, ornate furniture that looked more like art pieces than anything functional, and even a cozy sitting area by the window where one could watch the world go by while enjoying tea or reading a book.

It all seemed so surreal to Chika. Just yesterday she was on that auction stage, shivering and waiting to be sold off like some piece of property...and now here she was standing in her master's personal sanctuary. She felt honored but nervous too; she didn't want to disappoint him or do anything that would make him regret his decision in choosing her over all the other slaves.

"This is where you will

Her face flushed a deep shade of crimson at his question; it was shamefully embarrassing to even think about such things, let alone discuss them out loud. The truth was she had not yet experienced any kind of sexual activity and she wasn't quite sure how one was supposed to go about it or what exactly she was expected to do in such situations. As a wolf-girl slave raised on a demi-human slave farm, sex ed had been severely lacking if not completely nonexistent.

"I-I... No, Master," she stammered out softly, her eyes darting around the room anywhere but at his face as she spoke. "I'm sorry. I don't know much about those things." A part of her hoped that maybe he would teach her what to do, how to please him in that way, but another part was terrified by the thought and didn't want to risk

The realization that her master was offering to teach her about sex made Chika's heart race with excitement and fear in equal measure. A part of her wanted nothing more than to learn how to please him in every way possible, while another part was terrified by the thought of what he might expect or require of her. Her tail wagged faster behind her as she bit her lower lip nervously, trying not to show too much uncertainty.

"T-thank you, Master," she said softly, dipping into a curtsy out of habit from all the years spent on the slave farm. "I will do my best to learn and be good at it." The words sounded so awkward coming out of her mouth that she felt herself blush even deeper than before; they weren't nearly as smooth or confident-sounding as what he was likely used to hearing from other women in his life. But it was the best she could

Nodding hesitantly, Chika moved closer to her master, kneeling before him on all fours. She swallowed nervously and glanced up at him through her lashes, unsure of what she was supposed to do exactly but trusting that he would guide her gently. Her tail wagged back and forth behind her, betraying her growing anticipation and eagerness to please him in any way possible.

Her tongue darted out tentatively, wetting her lips as she lowered her head towards his crotch. She could feel the heat emanating from him even through their layers of clothing, making her heart race faster with excitement and apprehension. When she finally reached his groin, she took a deep breath before reaching out hesitantly to touch him, uncertain of whether it would be appropriate for her to do so directly.

Her fingertips grazed the fabric covering his

Her heart skipped a beat when her master took off his pants, revealing himself fully to her for the first time. The sight of his hard length caused her cheeks to flush with embarrassment and desire all at once; it was much larger than anything she had ever imagined. Trembling slightly, she reached out tentatively, wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft as if testing its reality. It felt hot and firm in her grasp; so different from anything else she'd ever touched.

Her mouth watered at the thought of taking him deeper, of pleasing him by taking all of him into her warm, wet maw. She looked up at him through her lashes, hoping for some sign that she was doing well, but his expression remained stern and unreadable. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Chika leaned forward until the tip of her tongue touched the ridge

Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, tasting him as she began to move back and forth. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations as he grew harder and hotter in her mouth. Her tail thrashed wildly behind her, a sign of how aroused she was becoming from pleasuring her master in this way. With each stroke, she took more of him into her mouth, learning his rhythm and pace.

Her breath was hot against the sensitive skin of his cock, making him moan softly as she continued to work him with her skilled tongue and mouth. She increased her efforts, sucking harder and using her hands to stroke up and down his length, determined to bring him pleasure and satisfaction. Her ears flicked back in response to his moans of approval, encouraging her further in this new role as his personal servant and lover.

When she heard his voice thick with desire, her body tensed and she knew what was coming next. As he got closer to climaxing, Chika did everything she could to pleasure him even more. She sucked harder on his cock, using her hands to stroke him faster and deeper as she moaned around him. Her tail wagged furiously against the bed, mirroring the desperation she felt for his release; not only did she want to make him happy but also feel him inside her, claiming her fully as his.

When he finally cried out, his hot seed filling her mouth and throat, Chika drank greedily, savoring every drop of his essence. She moaned around him, eager for more even as she swallowed everything he'd given her. Her entire body shook with pleasure as he continued to pulse in her mouth; it was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. As

It had been exhilarating and terrifying all at once, but in the end, it felt incredible to please her master so thoroughly. The sensations of his cock filling her mouth and throat, of being consumed by him in that way, made her feel desired and cherished for once. As she sat back on her haunches, catching her breath after tending to him, a sense of peace washed over her. Maybe this new life wasn't so bad after all; as long as he continued to choose her and love her, she could endure anything.

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she understood her master's intentions for this lesson. Swallowing hard, she maneuvered off the bed and onto her knees before moving forward on all fours once more. Her tail swished anxiously behind her while she hesitantly lowered herself down until his erect length was positioned at her entrance.

Taking a deep breath, Chika pressed back against him, slowly guiding him into her tight heat. The sensation of being filled up by him once again made her moan softly as he stretched and claimed her body fully. Her fingers curled into the bedding beneath her, digging in for purchase as she began to move up and down, taking him deeper inside with each thrust.

Her breasts jiggled and bounced with every movement, making soft slapping sounds against his chest. She felt so exposed and vulnerable like this but at the same