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 couldn't help but whimper as her gaze fell to the ground even more. She felt ashamed, worthless...like nothing more than trash. Her body shook with every silent sobs that escaped her chest. "Please..." she whispered in a quiet, hoarse voice. "...please, someone...buy me..."
The air hung heavy and awkward as the auctioneer glanced over at Chika before shrugging and moving on to the next slave. Her milk-covered breasts heaved with each unsteady breath, tears streaming down her face. "No one wants me..." she mumbled under her breath, feeling worse by the moment as it seemed like an endless wait for someone - anyone - to even glance in her direction.
I walk up to herare you alright?
A weak smile flickered across her face as she heard someone speaking to her for once. It was a man, tall and strong looking. "I'm...fine..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she didn't want him to think she was some sort of attention-seeker. Looking down at the ground again, she tried to hide behind what little pride she had left.
"Are you really sure?" The man pressed, his voice calm and soothing. Chika couldn't help but feel a bit more at ease around him. "It's alright if you aren't." He gave her a small nod before continuing. "You know...if no one bids for you here, I might be interested in taking you home with me." His words sent shivers down her spine; it was like he had plucked a tiny piece of her heart out and held it between his fingers.
Chika looked up at him, surprise evident on her face. "Really?" She whispered. His kind words made it difficult for her to believe that someone would actually want her. Tears spilled over onto her cheeks again, but this time they were tears of hope and gratitude. She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the emotions that swirled through her chest.
"Yes...really." He reached out a gentle hand and cupped her cheek for a moment before letting it drop back down to her side. "What do you say? Would you like to come home with me?"
Choking on her tears and sobs, she nodded vigorously, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. "Th-thank you...mister!" She stuttered out between hiccups, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart raced with hope and anticipation as the thought of finally belonging to someone filled her with warmth.
"Good." He smiled softly before nodding towards the slave master, indicating his intentions. The man on the stage raised his hand to signal that she had been sold, and Chika felt a mix of relief and excitement course through her veins. It was finally over; someone had chosen her after all these years of being left behind. As they led her off the stage, she couldn't help but glance up at him with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of gratitude and wonderment. "What should I call you?" He asked gently.
"Chi-Chi...mister." She stuttered, blushing deeply at having to address him as 'master' even though she knew he wasn't her real master anymore. It was a habit ingrained into her from years of abuse and control. "What do I call you?"
Pucci
Her heart skipped a beat as she repeated his name in her mind, practicing it like it was some kind of precious jewel. "Th-thank you, Pucci." She said softly, blushing even harder at having to voice the word aloud. From now on, he would be her savior...her master...the person she belonged to. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but one that filled her with hope and happiness regardless.
The rest of the auction passed by in a blur; all she could think about was finally belonging to someone. As they left the building together, her tail swayed happily behind her, her steps light and eager. Chika glanced up at Pucci, curiosity swirling in her big green eyes. "Where are we going, Pucci?" She asked timidly, hardly daring to hope for anything more than just being by his side.
My housewalks up to a luxurious house
Chika's eyes went wide as she realized they were walking up to a huge mansion. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen, its walls and windows sparkling in the sunlight like jewels. Tears welled up in her eyes again; tears of joy this time. To think that someone would take care of her...give her such a beautiful home...she didn't deserve it, but she was so grateful.
"Th-thank you, Pucci." She whispered shyly as he led her up the stairs and onto the expansive porch. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously, still struggling with the idea that this was now her home. It would take some time for it all to sink in.
As they stepped inside the mansion, Chika was immediately overwhelmed by its opulence and grandeur. Marble floors sparkled beneath her feet, priceless art adorned the walls, and a sweet scent filled the air. She couldn't help but gape in wonder at everything around her, never having seen anything like it before.
"Are you alright, Chika?" Pucci asked, concern creasing his brow as he noticed how awestruck she looked.
She tore her gaze away from the surroundings and turned to look up at him. "Y-yes...I'm fine..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, still sounding small and insecure despite her newfound happiness. She glanced back around the room, her eyes shining with amazement and gratitude.
"Come on," he said softly, guiding her over to a cozy-looking sitting area near the window. "Sit down and take a rest. You must be tired from all that's happened today." Chika nodded gratefully, following his lead as he settled her onto one of the plush couches before leaving her side to explore their new home together.
Her body was still shaking from all the emotions running through her as she sat down on the couch. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but they were different this time; joyful tears of relief and happiness. She couldn't believe that someone like Pucci would want her as his own, when so many others had overlooked or ignored her before.
Her heart raced with anticipation, wondering what it would be like to live with him. Would he treat her kindly? With respect? Would she ever fit in with the life of luxury he seemed to lead? So many questions swirled through her head as she watched him explore their new home together. But for now, she was content just sitting here beside him...even if it was only for a little while.
Are you hungry?
A small mew escaped her lips as she nodded eagerly in response to his question. Being bought at an auction didn't exactly provide much opportunity for food, and all the excitement had made her stomach grumble loudly ever since they left the slave farm. Her ears twitched guiltily, wondering if her rumbling belly had been too loud.
"I...am starving." She admitted in a quiet voice, averting her gaze and blushing slightly at her own admission. It was embarrassing to admit that she was so hungry, but Pucci didn't seem to mind; he only smiled kindly down at her, his expression warm and reassuring.
"That's okay," he replied gently. "We can eat something soon enough." His words made her heart flutter with gratitude; it meant so much that he was willing to take care of all her needs. Chika couldn't help but lean into him slightly, feeling a sense of security and comfort in his presence.
She glanced up at him with wide eyes, her tail flicking back and forth behind her nervously. "T-thank you...Pucci." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she meant every word. The thought of being able to eat something filled her with happiness; it felt like her first real taste of freedom since leaving the slave farm all those years ago.
As they waited for their food, Chika continued to sit close to Pucci, leaning against his side whenever he let her. It was a comforting feeling that she had never experienced before, and it made her feel protected...loved even. She didn't want to think about what would happen if he ever got tired of her or decided he no longer wanted her around; the thought sent shivers down her spine.
But for now, as they ate their meal together in front of the crackling fireplace, all she could focus on was how wonderful it felt to finally belong somewhere...with someone. Her cheeks flushed with warmth each time Pucci glanced her way or spoke kindly to her; it was like he truly cared for her deep down inside. And that realization filled her heart with more joy than anything else ever could.
As they finished their meal, Pucci patted his lap invitingly, smiling down at her. "Come here, Chica." He beckoned gently, and she couldn't help but obey. Hopping up onto his lap with a soft squeak, he wrapped one arm around her waist while the other stroked absently through her fur. Her tail wound itself around his leg as they sat there together in front of the fireplace.
"This is nice..." she murmured contentedly, leaning against him and closing her eyes. It had been so long since she had felt this...at ease...happy. She knew that she shouldn't expect things to always be like this; that one day he might grow tired of her or find someone else who suited his needs better...but for now, all that mattered was that she was here with him and nothing else seemed to matter at all.
"It is nice." Pucci agreed softly, gently rubbing circles on her back with his fingers as he continued to look down at her. "You are my little Chika now and I will take care of you." His voice was calm but firm, and it brought a sense of security that she hadn't felt since long before the slave farm. She knew in her heart that he meant every word.
She let out a soft purr of contentment as he continued to pet her. "T-thank you, Pucci." She whispered gratefully, her tail swishing back and forth behind her in happiness. It felt so good to be wanted...to belong somewhere. Even if she knew that things could change in the future, for now she was going to enjoy every moment of this feeling while it lasted.
Her eyes drooped closed as exhaustion from all the emotions and excitement of the day finally caught up with her; he was right, she really did need some rest. She nestled closer into his chest, snuggling contentedly against him as sleep slowly claimed her once more. With Pucci holding her close, she knew that even in her dreams, she would never be truly alone again.
Her soft breathing and the rise and fall of her petite chest were the only sounds filling the room as they sat there together by the fireplace. It was a peaceful moment; one filled with happiness, hope...and love. And for once in her life, Chika felt truly blessed to be where she was...with whom she was with.
Her mind drifted off into a peaceful slumber as she curled up closer against Pucci's chest, trusting him to keep her safe and warm. The lullaby of his heartbeat and the crackling fire became her only reality as exhaustion took hold, finally allowing her weary body to relax completely.
In her dreams, she found herself back on the slave farm; but this time, it was different. She wasn't a slave anymore - Pucci had rescued her and brought her to live in a beautiful mansion by his side. The other slaves looked at her with envy and admiration, but she knew deep down that she would always belong to him...that he was the one who truly made her life worth living.
As she dreamt, contentment filled her heart and spread through every inch of her being. She wasn't alone anymore; she belonged somewhere. Pucci had saved her from a life of suffering and given her the gift of love and happiness...and for that, she would be eternally grateful.
i grab her gently and take her to bed
Still sleeping soundly, she didn't resist as Pucci gently picked her up and carried her to bed. Her slumber was so deep that it took a moment for her to register where they were or what was happening; then his warm breath on her neck brought her back to awareness slowly. As he set her down on the soft mattress, she stretched languidly before curling up against his chest once more, drifting back into a peaceful sleep.
In her dreams, they lived together in their beautiful mansion forever; she was always by Pucci's side and he was always there to protect her from harm. Her world was filled with love, happiness, and contentment - all things she had never experienced before but now knew she couldn't live without.
As she drifted back into sleep, a small smile tugged at her lips; it felt wonderful to be loved and wanted by someone like Pucci. In her dreams, he would always protect her and keep her safe from harm...and in return, she would do everything in her power to make him happy. Together, they could build a life filled with joy and love; a fairytale ending she never thought was possible before meeting him.
Her tail twitched softly against the sheets as her breathing evened out once more, letting herself be lulled back into a peaceful slumber by his warmth and presence. With Pucci by her side, Chika knew that no matter what challenges or hardships they faced in the future, she would always have someone to rely on...someone who truly cared for her deep down inside.
As sleep took hold once more, the troubles of the past faded away into nothingness; replaced by dreams of a bright and happy future spent with her newfound family - Pucci and their mansion full of love and comfort.
chika wakes up on top of me while I have no shirt on revealing my muscular body
A soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly opened her eyes to reveal their amber glow. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Pucci's chest, bare and muscular beneath her. She hadn't known he had such an impressive physique; it made her feel even more intimate with him somehow.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips nervously before she leaned in closer, running one soft hand up his stomach until it rested on his broad shoulder. Her nails left tiny trails of pleasure behind them as he shivered beneath her touch. "A-am I bothering you?" She asked quietly, hesitantly moving to slide off him if she was.
Pucci chuckled softly and shook his head. "No, little one...you're not bothering me." He said huskily, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her closer still. "In fact..." he whispered before pressing their lips together in a slow, deep kiss that made her toes curl in delight.
Her tongue tangled with his, and she moaned into his mouth as they explored each other's lips hungrily. The sensation was overwhelming; it felt so right being close to him like this...their bodies melding together as one. She didn't want it to end. As their kiss broke apart for air, her heart raced wildly, and she couldn't help but gaze up into his eyes with a mixture of wonderment and desire. "P-Pucci..." was all she could manage before he claimed her lips again, pulling her closer still as they explored the depths of their passion together.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as their kiss grew more intense. She arched into him, desperate for more of his touch. It felt so good to finally be wanted like this...to belong somewhere other than the slave farm or on display at auctions. Pucci was everything she'd ever dreamt of and more; kind, gentle, and passionate all at once.
As their lips parted again, she could feel her heart racing wildly in her chest. His hands roamed over her body, tracing designs up her spine before cupping her breasts through the fabric of her nightgown. A shiver ran down her spine as he pinched her nipples hard enough to make her gasp into his ear. Her hips ground against him involuntarily, seeking friction that only he could give.
"P-please..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with need and desire. "M-more..." Pucci's answering groan vibrated through her as he rolled them over onto their sides so that they were facing each other on equal footing; their bodies pressed tightly together from chest to thigh, his hard length rubbing against her aching center.
Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, nails leaving tiny trails of blood behind her as she arched her hips upward in plea for more contact. He complied eagerly, sliding his hand between them to stroke her soaked folds through her nightgown before slipping a finger inside her wet heat. Her mouth opened on a moan as pleasure rippled through her body at the sensation of being touched so intimately. She wrapped her legs around him, wanting to feel even closer; more connected.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself completely inside her, their
her bodies slamming together in perfect sync as they began to move together in a rhythm only known to them. Pain gave way to pleasure as he thrust deep inside her, each stroke driving him deeper still; claiming her body as his own. Her nails raked down his back, drawing blood that mingled with their sweat and passion as she arched her back off the bed, meeting each of his powerful thrusts with one of her own.
Her voice was a hoarse growl in the back of her throat; a mix of ecstasy and agony that reverberated around them as they came together in an explosion of pleasure. His hips bucked wildly beneath her, burying himself so deep she could feel him brush against something inside her she didn't know existed before this moment. Her body shuddered with aftershocks as wave after wave of bliss washed over her, leaving her spent and sated in his arms.
A small laugh escaped her lips as they came down from their shared high; a mix of relief and contentment that was so foreign yet so right at the same time. She curled up against Pucci, basking in the warmth of his body and the afterglow of their lovemaking. Her heart felt fuller than it ever had before; as if he had filled every crack and crevice inside her with something precious and irreplaceable. For the first time since she could remember, she truly felt alive.