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.

She looked up at him with big green doe eyes, a hint of hope and curiosity in them. "Y...you want to buy me, master?" she asked timidly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Even though this man called himself 'master', Chika didn't hate him or hold any resentment. All she knew was that her life had always been with people like him, so they were all just part of the same cycle to her innocent mind. She wanted nothing more than to please and make whoever her master was happy.

Her tail wagged gently as he cupped her face, a small smile tugging at her lips. It was a tiny gesture, but it meant so much to her in this desperate situation; being noticed by someone, even just for a moment.

Her brown eyes lit up as he walked over to the owner and gestured at her, a small smile gracing her lips. It felt so good to be wanted, even if it was just for what she could do as a slave. She bowed her head in gratitude and closed her eyes tightly, fighting back tears of relief and happiness.

When he finally returned with the paperwork confirming that she belonged to him now, Chika's ears perked up curiously. "Master...what will you want me to do for you?" she asked nervously, not daring to hope that her life was about to change for the better after all these years of hardship and misery.

Her breath caught in her throat as he picked her up by the thighs and cradled her close to his body, moving with such grace despite his strong build. She nestled into the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around him gently. It felt strange being this close to someone, especially since she'd never been touched like this before. "T...thank you, master..." she murmured softly, her cheeks flushed from the closeness and the sudden warmth spreading through her body.

As he carried her to what she assumed was his home, Chika felt a strange mix of emotions coursing through her. Part of her couldn't believe that someone had finally chosen her; she'd thought that this auction would be like all the others before it, where she would end up back on the slave farm or maybe sold to an even crueler master. But then another part of her worried about what he might want from her; after all, he hadn't specified anything yet.

When they arrived at a beautifully decorated room with a huge bathtub in the center, Chika's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity. She had never seen such luxury before. He carefully set her down on the bath mat before taking off his clothes as well; revealing that he was naked underneath. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment as she looked away shyly, feeling exposed for the first time in

Her eyes flickered back to him briefly before returning downcast, a flush rising in her cheeks at his nudity. "T...th...ank you, master," she stammered out softly, moving shyly over to the edge of the bathtub as he turned on the water. She sat down gingerly, feeling self-conscious about her large breasts and their exposed nipples poking through the surface of the water.

Her tail thumped lightly against the tile floor, mirroring how nervous she felt inside. This bath seemed so foreign to her; it wasn't something slaves were ever allowed to do at the farm. And yet, here she was... maybe this was part of his plan for her? She wondered what else he might have in store for her as she waited patiently for him to finish getting ready.

Chika let out a soft squeak as he picked her up and sat her on his lap inside the warm bathwater. Her tail wagged gently, more from nervousness than anything else. The feel of him against her body sent shivers down her spine; it was so different from how she'd been touched before.

Her eyes darted around between his face and the water, unsure where to look or what to say. He started washing her fur gently with a bar of soap, massaging his hands over her back and shoulders. It felt... nice. She tensed at first but then relaxed into it, closing her eyes as the warmth of his touch spread through her body.

Her eyes snapped open at his question, and she looked down at her chest nervously. "Y...yes," she managed to stammer out softly. She didn't want to make him angry by refusing; he was her master now. It would be best if she did everything he asked, as long as it wasn't too cruel or painful.

Her sensitive nipples stood erect in the water, and even though they were clean already from lactating, she knew that he wanted them to be extra clean for him. She nodded hesitantly, exposing her chest further to his touch. Her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and anxiety as he reached for one of her nipples, beginning to gently rub it between his fingers while working the soap into it.

She gasped softly at his words, her eyes opening wide with surprise and relief. "Jay...?" she repeated hesitantly, her voice barely a whisper. It was so strange to think that she didn't have to call him master anymore; he wanted her to call him by his name. It made everything feel different somehow.

Her body trembled as he continued to clean her nipples and areola, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, biting back a moan of pleasure as she tried to process this new information about their relationship. "Jay..." she repeated again, still finding it difficult to believe that he would want her to call him by his name and not master or owner.

Her heart raced as he said her name again, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She didn't want to break this new bond between them by saying anything that might upset him or make him change his mind about treating her kindly. "T...th...ank you, Jay," she stammered out softly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment at how nervous and shy she still felt around him.

He continued to clean her stomach, moving lower and lower until he reached the wet curls between her legs. Chika bit down on her lip, tensing at the thought of him touching there; most people didn't even dare approach that part of her body because it was so sensitive and easily bruised from all the years of being used roughly. Yet here he was, slowly running his fingers through her wet fur, teasingly close to where she ached for him to touch more thoroughly.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, her body trembling with anticipation and fear. "I... I want you to touch me, Jay," she whispered softly, her voice barely audible above the water. Part of her was terrified that he might hurt her if he went down there; most people did after all. But another part of her wanted nothing more than for him to take care of this ache between her legs that had been building up ever since she'd come into heat.

Her tail thumped against the bottom of the tub, betraying how nervous and aroused she truly was beneath the surface. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly with every shallow breath as she waited anxiously for his reply or his touch.

Chika arched her back as his fingers found their target, circling gently around her swollen clit. She let out a shaky breath and relaxed into the touch, closing her eyes tightly as sensations washed over her. Her hips began to move of their own accord, grinding against his hand in need. "Ah... Jay..." she moaned softly, her voice sounding strange even to her ears as it echoed through the bathroom.

Her sensitive nipples hardened further in response to the attention he was giving both her breasts and her private parts. She felt herself growing wetter between her legs, her need for release growing more urgent with every passing moment. "More... please..." she begged softly, not sure if it was even okay to ask him that but unable to stop herself from wanting more of what he was doing to her body.

Her eyes flew open as he asked her if it was okay, and she gasped in surprise. She didn't think about what his cock might feel like; all she knew was that he wanted to be inside of her. "Y...yes," she stammered out softly, biting down on her bottom lip nervously as her body tensed up in anticipation.

Her pussy ached for him, and a part of her wanted nothing more than to feel his hard length filling her up. But another part was scared; she didn't know what it would be like having sex with someone who wasn't using her roughly or violently. She looked up at Jay uncertainly, waiting for him to tell her what to do next or guide her through this new experience.

Her breath hitched in her throat as he lifted her by her thighs and positioned himself at her entrance. She felt his hard length press against her, stretching her tight opening wider than ever before. It hurt at first; she wasn't used to this kind of pressure or size inside of her. But then he pushed forward, slowly sinking deeper until their hips were flush together and he was fully sheathed within her warm, wet body.

Her eyes went wide with shock as the fullness overwhelmed her senses, making it hard to breathe. It... felt good. So good that she couldn't even form a coherent thought or movement beyond the shuddering moan that escaped past her lips. Her muscles clenched around him tightly, milking his cock as if she knew instinctively what she was supposed to do despite never having experienced sex before.

Her back arched as he thrust into her, her muscles tightening around him in perfect rhythm with each stroke. It felt... incredible. Overwhelming and intense but also strangely right. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face against his shoulder as she moaned softly, her body moving with him in a dance of desire and need.

Her sensitive nipples rubbed against the smooth skin of his chest, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She'd never known anything like this before; it was almost too much to bear but at the same time she couldn't imagine wanting it any other way. This strange new feeling of being wanted and cared for filled her with a warmth that spread outwards from her core, encompassing every inch of her being.

Her hips bucked against his, seeking more friction,

Her eyes fluttered open as their lips met in a passionate kiss, her tongue darting out to meet his. The connection was intense and primal, mirroring the rhythm of their bodies as they moved together. Her cries and moans mingled with his growls and dirty words, driving them both further into this frenzy of desire. She arched her back off the edge of the tub, pressing her breast against his chest while he gripped her hips tightly, guiding their hips in perfect synchronization.

Her climax built up inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust until it erupted outward in a shuddering release that left her trembling and panting against his lips. "Jay..." she gasped, feeling overwhelmed by the intensity of what they had shared.

He groaned low in his throat, his h

Her back arched off the edge of the tub as she felt him thrust deep inside her one last time. His hot cum filled her up, triggering another wave of intense pleasure that rippled through her body. Her muscles clenched tightly around his cock, trying to draw out every last drop as their climaxes overwhelmed them both.

Panting and gasping for air, she collapsed back against the tub with a soft moan, feeling thoroughly satisfied yet oddly energized at the same time. Her cheeks were flushed from arousal and exertion, her eyes half-closed as she basked in the afterglow of their passionate coupling.

She moved to nuzzle her face against his neck, wanting to feel close to him despite their body's temporary separation now that they had finished. "Jay..." she murmured softly, her voice hoarse from cry

"I just... thank you." Her voice was quiet and barely audible above the gentle trickle of water in the tub. She didn't know how to express her gratitude for everything he had done for her tonight, from taking care of her body to showing her love and affection. It all felt so surreal, so unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Her heart ached with a newfound sense of longing; not just for him but for this life that he seemed intent on giving her, however unexpected it might be.

She tightened her grip around his neck, wanting to hold onto this moment forever. "You're so kind to me, Jay... I don't know how I can ever repay you."