New commission story


Chapter 1: The New Girl

“God damn shit licking twat!”

Esbudegador, or just esbu for short, muttered a string of profanities under his breath. His ‘mistress’, at least as she insisted on being called, was supervising his work today. That meant petulant rants, and punishments at random, with almost nothing he could do about it.

Esbu was a slave, a loincloth clad field worker. He worked in the fields of his owner’s estate, and their daughter, a little teenaged terror, was ‘learning management skills’ at present. Esbu was quite certain such skills were thoroughly beyond her snooty pea sized brain, but she had access to the control enchantments meant to keep unruly ‘help’ in line. The tiny vulpine terror could send high voltage arcane shocks though him at will, an experience he did not relish in the slightest. It was all the more infuriating that, if it weren’t for the spells and enchantments, he could snap the little twit like the twig she was.

Esbu was a sergal. He had over two feet of height on the two tailed fox currently running him, and a two hundred pounds or more of muscle or more on top of that. Despite that, his options were mostly limited to staying quiet and trying to keep an eye on where she was to avoid her as much as possible as he went about his chores de-weeding the fields. He glanced over his shoulder from time to time to confirm where his terror of a manager was, and kept his head down.

“You like what you see cheese head?” A voice rang out in his direction.

“Fuck” He whispered to himself as he glanced over to see his ‘mistress’ looking his way.

“You’ve been staring at me all day, dumbass” She continued, “Must see something you like.”

Esbu stammered for a moment before replying, “Uh. S-sorry mistress, I didn’t mean to…”

“I bet you’re fantasizing about what it’d be like to get with a real woman, huh?” She said with a smirk, “Rather than the sterile whores, daddy lets you play with from time to time.”

It was true that the workers did occasionally get ‘playmates’, generally older slave women who weren’t bringing in money to the brothels anymore. He doubted that it was generosity, so much as a way to keep the workers satisfied enough to reduce lashing out. Despite said women being much older than him, and clearly worn out from a life lived in a brothel, and his ‘mistress’ being a young nubile teen, the idea of bedding her nonetheless filled him with a sense of revulsion.

“Yaaa. That’s totally what you are thinking. What to get a look at something you DEFINITLY don’t deserve?” The girl continued, spreading her legs enough to show off under her skirt. A lewd action Esbu wondered what her father would think did he know she behaved like this.

She continued talking, but Esbu wasn’t listening. He had just noticed something far more interesting to look at. Behind the irritating young ‘lady’ was the master’s house. A fairly grand edifice for a farmhouse, not that that was overly surprising. What was surprising was that there was an apparent new addition to the house. He would regularly see a maid or two bustling about, not normally anything special, but this time a flash of blue caught his eye.

It, or rather she, was another sergal like him. Though her fur was a brilliant sapphire blue hue, that looked truly spectacular as she stood on the balcony overlooking the fields. Her arms were crossed across her chest and she looked dejected, which wasn’t unusual, especially for new slaves.

Slowly though Esbu began to realize something. Specifically, why her blue fur was so obvious, even at this distance, but also why her arms were crossed over her chest.

The young woman was naked.

Esbu’s eye widened, sure the other field workers wore rather little in the way of clothing, but they were almost universally men, in this case he was looking at a young woman who seemed to only be wearing a collar, and nothing else. Even setting aside her nudity, the collar itself was an odd observation. Normally the control spells could be cast on their bodies directly, so a collar wasn’t necessary, Esbu himself didn’t have one, more did the other fieldworkers or housemaids.

Esbu growled slightly as the dots connected. Nude, collared, and her apparent youth and vibrant unusual color? That woman wasn’t a maid, at least not as her primary purpose. Somone in the master’s family was keeping her as a naked collared animal on purpose, and with her other traits it was clearly a fetish of some kind. Esbu hated the thought of such a lovely young thing being abused like that.

“Did you just FUCKING growl at me?” his ‘mistress’ shouted, snapping Esbu’s attention back to her just long enough to realize his mistake before agonizing arcs of arcane magic coursed up his spin sending him to the ground and gasping for air as he convulsed.

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Katherine, or just Kate for short, stepped over to the railing with alarm as one of the farm hands below suddenly screamed and collapsed. “Is.. is he…?” She started, before being jerked backwards by her neck, causing her to reach up and grab at her collar. There was no physical leash connecting between her collar and the hand of the older fox behind her, but a magical tether worked just as well.

“Don’t worry about him my pet” her new owner said, “I just finished formalizing your paperwork, and now I’d like to have a closer look at my new acquisition.”

“Unff.. yes … sir” Kate said following along as she was led back inside.

“Kneel”

“Sir.” Kate said dropping to her knees. Once on the floor she spread her legs and sat up straight, dropping her arms to her side and making sure that her new owner could get a full look at her body.

“Well well, they did say they trained you in advance, I’m glad to see they weren’t lying”

The middle aged fox, or was he a kitsune, Kate didn’t remember nor really care, came over to her. Her head came up to just about his chest, even though she was on her knees, the man was barely over five feet tall, but was definitely the one with the power in the room. The sergals had been at war with these vulpine foreigners for some time. Sergals had a far greater physical advantage, though the kitsunes had magic, something that they insisted could only be learned by them. Kate wasn’t sure if that was true or not, but it had allowed the war to become a stalemate. Both sides raided each other, both sides took captives and slaves, and neither really gained ground. Almost every OTHER race just lost it as the two larger powers fought it out. There were even rumors that some races only existed as slaves anymore, of one side or another.

Kate had been the victim of one such raid, she had been only 14 when her village had been hit by a shock attack of a kitsune raiding party, she wasn’t sure what happened to her parents, but she was brought to a high class ‘trainer’ where she had spend the next 4 years learning the language and customs of her new owners, not to mention how she was expected to behave. She knew early on that she was likely to be sold as a concubine of some sort, but the trainers usually kept her in dresses, at least when she wasn’t being trained in how to do a striptease. Apparently, owners often took their prized concubines to parties, and she would be expected to know how to wear appropriate clothing and how to interact with high society. If she had to be a slave, her training would at least ensure she was a more ‘high end’ sort.

So being totally stripped, even in public, and lead around by a collar was going to take some getting used to. As would what she was sure would come next.

“So lovely” her master said, casually grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing it. She jumped a little at the touch but held still as she had been coached to do. “So jumpy?” her master asked, “Though you’ve never known the touch of a man, have you?”

“No sir” Kate answered immediately. One of the few ‘perks’ of being considered the equivalent of a designer pet, was her trainers would get a large premium for her, but with that came certain expectations. High end buyers did not buy used goods. So, the only ‘touch’ she had gotten at the trainers was the various doctors that ensured her health and ‘proper development’. She wondered sometimes what effects the supplements they fed her had had on her body.

“Good, very good” her master said continuing to play with her exposed breast, she gritted her teeth trying not to freak out at the new sensation, and tried to rely on her training to remain calm and collected and just let him do what he was going to do. It was harder than she had expected. She had gotten sex ed of course, but it was so mechanical. Actually, being here though? She tried not to shake.

At long last her master let go of her breast, before walking around behind her and sliding a finger up her back, making her shiver.

“Join me on the bed, girl” He said.

“Yes sir” she answered immediately and stood up before going to the bed, her hands were starting to shake. She sat down on the bed looking back at her master, she could feel her lip quivering and desperately tried to resist the extra water that was coming to her eyes. She had been trained for this, she had been stripped and examined thoroughly before, this wasn’t so different, was it?

“On your back”

“Y-y-yes…. S-sir” She lay back, her heart was racing. Hands rested on her knees and started to push them apart, her breathing started to accelerate. She had been schooled and taught what sex would be like, she knew all the mechanics by heart, it should be easy, right?

Then her master started to climb on top of her.

She was not ready for this.